After marrying a sickly and powerful official, Jiaojiao cries every day

The evening breeze blows gently, and the pearl palace lanterns on all sides illuminate the road under your feet, with thick and faint shadows, vague and floating.

The two of them kept remembering that they were in the palace, and they just chatted about irrelevant things along the way. Their expressions and words were so casual that no one could detect any clues.

When Eunuch De Sheng, who was hiding in the dark, saw this, he immediately grabbed the edge of his clothes and ran forward to report.

Wen Ranyan looked towards the shadow walking in the dark, her smile becoming more and more sarcastic and casual. When she sat back in the carriage, she looked at Feng Qiwu's injured abdomen.

The carriage was cramped and the smell of blood became stronger.

"It's cracked again?" Wen Ranyan leaned down and just took a look without taking any action.

Feng Qiwu's face was a little pale, but her lips, painted red, were still curled up. She said in a casual voice, "It was already cracked when I was riding a horse, but it was nothing at that time. It's just that now that I'm free, I finally feel a little pain."

Wen Ranyan glanced at him and sneered, "Why are you riding so crazy? I think Helian Xiao's horsemanship is just average. If you ride a little faster, you can surpass him, right? Why are you so crazy?"

Feng Qiwu leaned lazily against the wall of the car and said nonchalantly, "Looking at his arrogant look, I can't help but want to poke his edge. Anyway, the wound is just a little broken, it won't kill him."

Wen Ranyan raised her eyebrows slightly and said calmly and casually: "I won't die, but it will still hurt."

Feng Qiwu held her tightly, and there seemed to be another emotion in his eyes, deep and burning: "Are you pitying me?"

Wen Ranyan said ambiguously: "Whatever you think it is, that's it."

Not hearing the answer he wanted to hear, the smile on Feng Qiwu's lips faded a little, and even his eyes became cold. He stared at her without blinking, and was speechless for a moment.

Under his captivating gaze, Wen Ranyan's eyes were still full of light, and she smiled charmingly, "Take off your clothes, let me see your wound."

Feng Qiwu stood there, indifferent.

Wen Ranyan curved her red lips and smiled more charmingly: "Or do you want me to do it for you?"

Feng Qiwu's eyes flickered slightly, as if she agreed.

Wen Ranyan was actually very happy to notice his little thoughts. She suddenly reached out her hand to his collar and gently pulled it.

In an instant, the crimson robe fell off, revealing Feng Qiwu's sturdy and powerful figure. Her skin, as white as silk, had a slight moonstone-like luster, but the bleeding wound on her abdomen destroyed her jade-like beauty.

Wen Ranyan took a closer look and saw that his wound was severely broken, with flesh and blood turning outward and blood gushing out. It was a bloody mess and a bit shocking.

"It's broken like this, and you can endure it." Wen Ranyan scolded him lightly while applying medicine on him.

Feng Qiwu leaned there, eyes half-closed, letting her rub and rub, saying: "You have to be patient, you can't let Helian Xiao see any clues."

Wen Ranyan glanced at him, sneered again, and said: "Your wound heals and then collapses, collapses and heals again. If you continue like this, I don't know when it will heal."

Feng Qiwu stared at her soft, white hands, his dark eyes burning as he said, "You will only have to deal with some people and things in the next few days, but you will have less worries in the days ahead, and you can rest well."

Wen Ranyan smiled without saying anything. After the medicine was applied, she was about to leave.

But at this moment, Feng Qiwu grabbed her wrist tightly and pulled her hard.

Wen Ranyan felt dizzy and when she came to her senses, she was firmly held in Feng Qiwu's arms, unable to move.

"The bleeding has just stopped, can't you just calm down for a while?" Wen Ranyan leaned lightly in his arms.

Without the barrier of clothes, she could clearly feel the heat of his skin and the firmness of his muscles. The two of them pressed tightly together, the heat rising and the ambiguity was overwhelming.

Feng Qiwu had long been eyeing her tender little lips. Now that she was in his arms, his eyes burned like fire, and he became even more distracted.

He leaned over and gently bit her earlobe, and in an instant, he started kissing her madly.

The carriage was cramped, and as the strands of tenderness flowed, their breathing became hot and sticky, as if a fire was ignited at the same time and could not be stopped.

Wen Ranyan leaned softly in his arms, her eyes as charming as water, sparkling and full of life.

Feng Qiwu's noses touched hers, her voice was charming and seductive: "How did you trick Imperial Physician Chen just now in the palace?"

Seeing how she handled it with ease just now, he knew she must have a way, so he was not worried. But now that the matter was over, he was a little curious about how she had tricked people.

Could it be that he put the knife on the imperial physician's neck?

Wen Ranyan played with a strand of black hair that fell on his chest. Her fingertips brushed across his skin intentionally or unintentionally, causing ripples to appear immediately. She smiled charmingly and seductively.

She leaned close to his ear and whispered, "I just used a little poison on myself to make my pulse look like I had a cold, so I fooled Imperial Physician Chen."

After hearing this, Feng Qiwu's eyes darkened, and he pinched her waist with his hands, saying, "Last time when you returned home, you suddenly fainted in Prime Minister Wen's residence. Did you take some poison?"

Although a doctor came to take her pulse last time and said that she was suffering from heart qi stagnation and needed to rest well, he always felt that something was wrong. However, after taking her pulse several times, the doctor came to the same conclusion. Even if he was suspicious, he could not find anything wrong.

Now hearing her say this, he suddenly understood and thought of something.

Wen Ranyan looked at him with a smile. In the dark carriage, her smile was indescribably strange. She said slowly, "You are really smart. You have learned to draw inferences from one example."

"I did give myself a little bit of poison, but it was harmless, just a trick to achieve my goal."

The Miao people live with poison every day, so she didn't take a little poison seriously at all.

"You just said I was crazy, but I think you are crazier than me." Feng Qiwu leaned over and pecked her on the lips again.

Such a charming person, it seems that no matter how you play with her, it is never enough.

"Mutual." Wen Ranyan hooked her arms around his neck and kissed his throat in response.

Feng Qiwu held her slender white hand tightly, and the heat in his eyes seemed to be even stronger.

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The evening breeze was blowing gently, and the fragrance of flowers and plants in the yard came in through the gauze window.

After Feng Zhuyue was beaten with fifty boards, he has not been feeling well these days. It is said that it takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone. He has only rested for a few days, but his wound is still oozing pus and bleeding and has not healed.

Therefore, he couldn't hold on any longer and went to bed early.

As usual, he lit some fresh sandalwood in his room, which had a sweet aroma and could also help calm the mind, but when he was half asleep and half awake, he suddenly smelled a scent of blood.

The smell of blood overwhelmed the scent of sandalwood, it was so strong and intense that it went straight to his nose, making it difficult for him to ignore.

Feng Zhuyue slept uneasily. He frowned and opened his eyes angrily.