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

"what--"

His eyes were bloodshot and his face suddenly turned pale. In his panic, he lost his composure and his usual composure.

The scene before my eyes was truly too horrifying and terrifying.

A bloody figure was hanging at the head of his bed, the unsupported body swaying in the evening breeze, and the joints of the hemp rope made an old creaking sound, like a giant human-shaped wind chime.

Feng Zhuyue had just woken up and was naturally frightened when she saw such a thing.

Now he suddenly woke up, his mind became clearer, and he whispered, "Who is playing tricks there?"

However, all he heard was the rustling sound of the wind, and no one responded.

He frowned slightly and wanted to get out of bed to light the gauze lantern.

But at this moment, the bright moonlight shone through the screen window. The hazy white screen instantly illuminated his room and completely reflected the hanging figure.

Feng Zhuyue raised her eyes suddenly, and in an instant, she met a pair of wide-open, empty eyes. Even though they were so empty that there was no focus at all, the panic and fear of a person who could not close his eyes penetrated Feng Zhuyue's limbs like a cold wave.

It turned out to be a dead person.

He was a dead man with his skin torn and his eyes open.

Who on earth would hang such a disgusting thing in his room? Doesn't he think it's unlucky?

Feng Zhuyue stood there in a daze, as if something was pressing on his throat, making it impossible for him to make a sound.

"Tick-tock-"

Thick blood with a slight fishy smell dripped onto Feng Zhuyue's forehead, then flowed along his brows to his lips. He immediately widened his eyes in shock and wiped the dirt off his lips with his sleeves.

The blood was wiped away, but no matter what, the fishy smell seemed to be attached to his body and could not be wiped away.

Feng Zhuyue bit her lips so hard that she was almost going crazy.

"My lord, are you okay?"

A secret guard pushed the door open and came in.

As soon as he entered the room, the secret guard saw a shadowy object at the head of the bed and immediately drew out his sword to chop it down.

"boom--"

The body fell to the ground with a thud.

Without that terrifying thing dangling before her eyes, Feng Zhuyue felt much more relaxed.

The secret guard leaned over to examine the body, and when he was done, he immediately reported to him: "Your Highness, this man has whip wounds all over his body, and it looks bloody and mangled, but these are not fatal injuries. His fatal wound is at his neck, which was broken by someone's bare hands, and it was fatal in one blow."

Feng Zhuyue stared at the face of the corpse, her mind a little confused, and she didn't know whether she heard what the secret guard said.

The secret guard said, "A dead body suddenly appeared in the prince's room. This is a serious matter. Someone must be causing trouble. Should we report this to the princess?"

"I can't go and report it!" Feng Zhuyue's pupils shrank in shock, and she finally had a strong reaction.

At first, he thought it was just an ordinary dead person used to scare him, but now the more he looked at this person in the light of the light, the more familiar he felt, as if he had seen him somewhere before. Until the secret guard said he would report to the princess, he suddenly had an idea and the memory buried deep in his heart finally awakened.

It's him.

It was the swindler who was specially invited to his house. Hu Yanfeng Qiwu was a Taoist who was doomed to be unlucky.

After so many years, he thought he had long forgotten the Taoist's appearance, but at this moment, the door of his memory seemed to be opened by an external force, and that unbearable memory came like a tide, completely drowning him.

After taking the silver, the Taoist should have fled far away and lived a happy life somewhere else. How could he suddenly appear in his room and be dead?

In an instant, that beautiful face appeared in his mind. He felt a chill on his spine, his heart was beating fast, and the sudden cold sweat made his back sticky and cold.

It's a phoenix perching on the wutong tree.

It must be Feng Qiwu.

He really hadn't forgotten what happened back then, and he was still investigating.

And, apparently, something had been found out.

Feng Zhuyue's lips slightly opened and moved, and with each breath, there was a pain like a sharp blade cutting at the bottom of his throat, almost suffocating him.

"Your Majesty?"

When he met the guard's puzzled gaze, he immediately retracted his thoughts and said with great difficulty: "What I mean is that it is late at night and the corpse is so unbearable to look at. It is really not appropriate to disturb my mother."

"Also, you have to keep your mouth shut. Don't reveal anything in front of my mother. Remember?"

Feng Zhuyue stared at the secret guard intently. Her features were no longer as gentle as jade as before. Instead, they were cold and gloomy like a vicious owl, and her eyes were bloodshot as if she was crazy.

This matter must not be known to his mother. In her heart, he will always be that good boy who is as beautiful as the moon and as smooth as jade. If she knew that he was so cruel at such a young age, all his efforts would be in vain and there would be no place for him in the Feng family anymore.

He will be driven out like Feng Qiwu, and Feng Qiwu will once again become the shining pearl.

No.

He would never allow this to happen!

The secret guard was frightened by his look, and finally, could only respond with difficulty.

Seeing that he agreed, Feng Zhuyue leaned on the cushion and breathed deeply like a stranded fish. The evening breeze brought the fragrance of flowers and blew away the cold sweat on his back, and he gradually relaxed.

"Drag this corpse out and throw it away. It's really an eyesore leaving it here." Feng Zhuyue said with concentration.

Upon hearing this, the secret guard immediately dragged the corpse away.

But the bloody smell that filled the room would not go away. Feng Zhuyue had no choice but to get out of bed and burn some strong incense to cover up the strong smell of blood. But even so, Feng Zhuyue still had nightmares and kept mumbling that night.

-

At this hour, there were still many food stalls on the long street that had not closed down. Dots of fire spread out like stars, adding a bit of the atmosphere of fireworks.

Feng Qiwu was still thinking about the midnight snack, so he stopped the carriage on the side of the street and took Wen Ranyan down.

Wen Ranyan noticed his intention and smiled brighter than the stars: "Why do you still remember that midnight snack?"

"You promised me, you can't go back on your word." Feng Qiwu pulled her and sat down at a nearby stall.

There were quite a lot of people at the stall, most of them were ordinary people wearing coarse linen clothes. The two of them dressed in brocade seemed a little out of place standing there.

Wen Ranyan was quite pleased with herself. She casually took two pairs of chopsticks from the side and chuckled as she said, "I never thought of breaking my promise. It just so happens that I consumed too much tonight and I am indeed hungry."

The best-selling dish at this stall is the clear soup wontons. The two of them ordered a bowl each. When the wontons were served, they were still steaming hot. The plump and cute wontons were rolling in the clear soup with chopped green onions floating in it, which was particularly attractive.

The stalls were bustling with people, the smell of fireworks was getting stronger, and the voices of ordinary people talking could be heard instantly.

“This small stall was originally going to be demolished.”

"What's going on? Tell me quickly."