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

Wen Ranyan's voice was clear and gentle, just like the breeze outside the woodshed without any ups and downs, but when one heard it, one always felt that there was a strange and crazy feeling flowing and echoing in the ears.

Especially when she smiled and looked at people quietly.

Sang Muye couldn't help shuddering as he listened to her long voice. He withdrew his attack unconsciously and said with a playful smile: "It's really not good to fight with acquaintances. Can you also take away this poisonous thread? It hurts when it's wrapped around my wrist."

As he spoke, he looked at Wen Ranyan with a look of grievance.

Wen Ranyan saw that he had really calmed down, so she took back the poisonous thread.

Sang Muye rubbed his wrist in a pretentious manner, looking extremely painful. He was wearing extremely simple clothes today. Without the blessing of silver jewelry, he looked less weird and more weak and simple, but these were just appearances.

A poisonous snake is still a poisonous snake. How can it become a lamb just by changing its clothes?

Wen Ranyan looked him up and down, her smile deepening: "You deliberately disguised yourself as a waiter and attracted my attention. Did you deliberately lead me here to inquire about the news of the Love Gu?"

Sang Muye smiled innocently and amiably: "There's no need to go through so many twists and turns. I just happened to see an acquaintance today, so I wanted to catch up."

Wen Ranyan leaned lazily against the door frame, smiling calmly: "But I really don't have any extra information to provide you. If you start from my side, you will get nothing even if you spend a year or two."

The window of the woodshed was open, and the wind blowing in slowly blew on her body. Her gorgeous red dress fluttered in the wind, and her black hair brushed across her eyebrows. Her eyes, immersed in the light, were full of water and captivating.

Sang Muye looked at her and said with a smile: "I've already said that I just came here to reminisce about the past."

Wen Ranyan didn't listen to his nonsense and said to herself: "Although I can't provide you with anything, I think there is someone who can give you the clues you want."

Sang Muye was originally leaning there calmly, but when he heard Wen Ranyan say this, he immediately pricked up his ears, with a hint of urgency between his brows: "Who is it?"

Seeing that he finally got nervous, Wen Ranyan's smile became even brighter, but she was not in a hurry to speak. Instead, she paused for a long time, which made Sang Muye feel anxious, and then she kindly spoke.

"You can follow Nanyang King Feng Zhuyue, because he was the one who planted the Love Poison. No one knows better than him where it came from and from whom."

Wen Ranyan's voice was gleaming with light, and as gentle as drizzle, it seemed to contain deep meaning and a hint of bewitching.

Feng Qiwu added fuel to the fire for Feng Zhuyue, so she added another one. Moreover, she was also extremely curious about the Miao people behind the scenes. However, she was too lazy to investigate herself and just wanted to reap the benefits.

Sang Muye seemed to have heard the deeper meaning in her words. His brows instantly dimmed and the smile at the corner of his lips froze there.

I always feel like she knows something.

Sang Muye looked at her silently, his blazing peach blossom eyes concealed a sharpness, just like a cold poisonous snake.

"You are not lying to me, are you?" He glanced at me and said coldly.

Wen Ranyan's red lips curved slightly, as if she was smiling, "Look, I kindly provided you with clues, but you thought I was lying to you. But think about it, what good would it do me to lie to you?"

"Besides, Feng Zhuyue's place is not a dangerous place. With your skills, you can come and go freely. I can't hurt you at all."

Sang Muye was actually convinced for a moment after hearing this. His expression relaxed, and a smile reappeared on his face. He said, "Although I always feel that you have some bad intentions, I decided to trust you this time."

He naturally knew Feng Zhuyue, and he also knew that with his kung fu, he would be able to come and go freely in Feng Mansion. Even if he was deceived, it would only take some effort and would not be a big deal.

But if the news was true, it would have saved him a lot of detours.

"If you really have any clues, I will reward you handsomely one day." Sang Muye's smile became more and more inappropriate, and it seemed as if he just said it casually.

Fortunately, Wen Ranyan didn't take it to heart. She just smiled and said, "No need to reward me generously. I am also kind-hearted and don't ask for anything in return."

Without waiting for Sang Muye to say anything, Wen Ranyan pushed open the door of the woodshed and walked towards the light. Halfway through, she suddenly stopped, looked back and sneered, "Take off this shirt when you have time. You are really not suitable to be a waiter."

The sarcastic words scattered in the wind. Wen Ranyan did not stop. She turned around the corridor and soon disappeared.

"Heiyao, doesn't this dress look good on me? Doesn't it suit me?" Sang Muye looked at her receding back and couldn't help but complain to the black shadow hiding in the dark.

Hei Yao walked out from the darkness, thought for a moment and said tactfully: "Young Master, whatever clothes you wear will have its own flavor, but your own clothes are still the most suitable."

A gentle breeze blew by, and Sang Muye stopped laughing immediately. He said slowly, "How credible are her words?"

The room was peaceful at first, but he suddenly changed the subject and a chill came over me.

Hei Yao lowered his eyebrows and said, "I think it's about 70%. Feng Zhuyue and Shen Zhixiang should have been a couple that everyone envied, but for some reason they seemed to have fallen out in recent days. Shen Zhixiang was indifferent and didn't look back. Feng Zhuyue tried her best but couldn't do anything. Now that I think about it, it should be that Feng Zhuyue's love poison has been solved."

"As for who untied it, it should be the Second Miss Wen just now. But when I saw her, she was delicate and weak, and pitiful. But now I see that it was just a disguise. The sudden death of Lu Yao must have been her doing. She even wanted to use Lu Yao to kill Prime Minister Wen."

"Young Master, do you want to remind Prime Minister Wen about this?"

"Remind him of what?" Sang Muye's eyes were sharp, and his peach blossom pupils were full of dark light, which made Hei Yao uneasy: "You just worked with him for a few days, how come your heart is towards him?"

Hei Yao immediately lowered his head and said, "I dare not."

Sang Muye glanced at him and said, "There's nothing to remind you. She is from Miaojiang, and we are family. Family members should not stab each other in the back. Do you understand?"

"My subordinate understands."

Wen Ranyan left the backyard and was about to walk back to the private room when the carved wooden door on the side suddenly opened. A pair of large hands reached out, grabbed her wrist and pulled her in.

A cold and dim light spread in her eyes. Just as she was about to take action, she suddenly smelled a familiar cold fragrance. The man hugged her tightly from behind, as if he wanted to engrave her deeply into his bones.

Knowing who the visitor was, the cold light in Wen Ranyan's eyes suddenly disappeared. She leaned softly against Feng Qiwu, and her gentle voice spread in the wind.

"Why are you here?"

Feng Qiwu buried his head in her neck, his voice as lazy and hoarse as usual, but now it was filled with turbulent undercurrents: "If I hadn't come, would you have stayed in the woodshed with that boy for a long time?"

"Also, did you want to attack me just now?"