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

Feng Qiwu's voice was low and deep, revealing an unconcealable greed and desire, as if he was hinting at something.

He lowered his eyes and just looked at her quietly. All the plundering and usurping ambitions were hidden in her. In the light and fire flowing like water, there was even a flash of strange edge, which was crazy and terrifying, making it impossible for people to look directly at it.

Wen Ranyan seemed to understand, but was not affected at all. She just curled her lips and said, "The canary has been pampered since childhood, so it is naturally unable to break free from the anklet that locks it. But if it were another wild bird, it would probably be a different story."

As soon as he finished speaking, the surroundings seemed to become empty, and a chill gradually gathered, tearing apart the warmth in the room.

The coolness spread and penetrated into the bone marrow.

Feng Qiwu pursed her lips into a straight line, and her picturesque eyes and eyebrows seemed to be filled with hostility.

But he suppressed his anger, forbearing and restraining himself, saying: "But here we have a high bed, soft pillows, fine clothes and delicious food. Why would it fly somewhere else? Isn't it good to stay here?"

He lowered his eyes and stared at her without blinking. At this moment, his eyes seemed to be filled with a layer of mist that was impossible to see through, dark and boundless, deep and terrifying.

The wind blew by, and the cicadas outside the window stopped chirping. The surroundings suddenly became eerily quiet.

Wen Ranyan raised her head, and looked at him through the hazy light, and said with a charming voice: "This small world is not as free and easy as the vast sky and sea outside. Maybe you are tired of eating delicacies from land and sea, so you want to go outside to find some wild game delicacies to eat."

Feng Qiwu's dark eyes were filled with coldness, and he couldn't help but scolded him lightly: "That's really heartless."

Wen Ranyan reached out her hand and subconsciously teased the canary on his shoulder. Her voice was smiling and gentle: "So, it's better not to raise birds with real feelings. If you lose them or they fly away one day, you will be the only one who suffers."

Feng Qiwu suddenly grabbed her wrist, his eyes becoming sharper and more intimidating: "But what if I insist on having true feelings?"

Wen Ranyan's expression paused, and then the smile on the corner of her lips continued to expand, extremely brilliant: "If you insist, then you will have to bear this pain by yourself, no one can help you share a little."

As soon as she finished speaking, she wanted to break free from Feng Qiwu's arms.

Feng Qiwu noticed her intention and picked her up by the waist.

While the two were struggling, Feng Qiwu suddenly grabbed her slender waist and pushed her down on the soft couch beside her.

"Since there's no one to share the burden, it's better to lock it up." In a moment, he leaned over and pressed down on her, holding her hands with his big hands and lifting them above her head.

His every move was brutal and ferocious, as if he was stimulated by something.

Wen Ranyan's skin was delicate, and it turned red after just a slight squeeze. Her eyes were full of lightness, and she said in a low voice, "Feng Qiwu, I'm not very comfortable in this position."

Feng Qiwu pressed her tightly and said in a hoarse voice: "It's okay, it will be fine in a while."

Wen Ranyan frowned, the light flowing in her charming eyes seemed to be frosty, and it was sharp and cold as if it was poisonous.

Feng Qiwu didn't like her expression, so he put his hand on her directly, and the scorching hot kiss came like a rainstorm, with an unconcealable aggressiveness, as if he wanted to warm and scald this cold monster.

Perhaps it was because she was getting into the mood, a messy and broken moan escaped from Wen Ranyan's lips.

The sounds were entwined in the bedroom like silk threads, and the red candle flickered, making the room as warm as fire, making people intoxicated by the lingering feeling.

"Wen Ranyan, speak." Feng Qiwu kissed her ear and gently bit her earlobe.

Wen Ranyan blinked lightly, and her trembling eyelashes brushed against his palm, bringing with it an intoxicating and unbearable itch.

She said in a charming voice: "What are you talking about?"

Feng Qiwu stroked the skin on the side of her neck, causing a tingling sensation on her back.

He leaned in close, and said in a hoarse voice, "You haven't called me husband for a long time."

Hearing this, the smile on Wen Ranyan's lips gradually widened. She was clearly smiling with a springy and charming look, but deep in her eyes there was a clear sneer: "Husband, do you want to think about the past and then look at yourself now?"

"If you continue like this, what will you do in the future?"

Feng Qiwu didn't like her saying such things and suddenly leaned over to stop her. Her unfinished words turned into broken sobs, flowing charmingly like a poison that captivated people's hearts.

"Call me again."

"Husband~"

Outside the gauze window, the fragmented light of the stars and the moon hangs on the branches, and the floating light is like fireflies all over the sky, embellishing the dazzling world.

Inside the room, candle wax dripped, and the red candles were set against the four white walls. As they sank and floated freely, the two shadows swayed, as if overlapping and inseparable. Wen Ranyan was tossed to and fro, and it was not until the third watch that the noise in the Hongluan tent gradually died down.

The next day, the morning light was dim, and the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant.

Wen Ranyan clutched the quilt, still too tired to move even a finger.

It was not until noon that she lazily got up. The quilt covering her body fell off slightly, revealing her skin as white as jade and a few scars on it. In the floating light, it looked like red plum blossoms, beautiful and messy.

Sijin knew that she had stayed here last night. When she heard the noise, she pushed the door open and walked in with her toiletries.

Seeing that she had finished washing, he took out the healthy food in the mahogany food box and handed it to her, saying, "Madam was tired last night, and the master specifically asked me to stew the blood swallows in the storehouse to nourish your body."

Wen Ranyan raised her eyelids and took the porcelain bowl: "That's thoughtful."

The bird's nest is in strands, transparent like crystal and extremely soft and sticky, with a faint smell of egg white. It is also covered with a layer of osmanthus honey, and tastes extremely soft, sticky and sweet.

Wen Ranyan put down the empty porcelain bowl and said with a smile: "It tastes good. Let's stew it again tomorrow."

"This..." Si Jin seemed to be in trouble.

Wen Ranyan walked barefoot across the porcelain-white floor, which was smooth and cool to the touch. She swayed with a charming look, "What's the matter? Did Yan Fengqiwu feel bad for eating some blood?"

After saying this, she draped the dress over her body, also hiding the provocative marks on her body.

Si Jin said hurriedly: "Of course not, the master's blood swallows belong to the lady, the lady can eat them however and whenever she wants."

After hearing this, Wen Ranyan smiled and curled her lips.

The sun shines slantingly.

The residence of Lord Chu had long lost the coldness and loneliness of that day, and had become prosperous again.

Feng Qiwu was invited by Lord Chu today. He sat casually in the inner hall of the mansion, drinking tea from the cup in his hand, without touching a single piece of the exquisite pastries on the table.

Lord Chu sat face to face with him. Seeing his lazy appearance, he spoke first: "I checked according to your suggestion yesterday, and found some great things."

Feng Qiwu still held the teacup, but his eyes slowly fell on him and said, "Lord Chu is really quick. It's only been one night, and you have found something?"

Lord Chu stared at him and said, "Did you know about Feng Zhuyue's salt business a long time ago?"