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

In the pomegranate red vase in the inner hall, a few freshly picked plain-colored flower branches are inserted diagonally. The small white flowers are shining in the sunlight, like a bit of jade-colored moisture.

The wind blows and the flowers smell pleasant.

Feng Qiwu lazily sipped his tea and kept silent about the salt business: "The tea from Lord Chu's house tastes good. Before I leave, I want to take some back with me. Is that okay?"

Lord Chu looked at him for a long time with his fox eyes, and suddenly laughed in anger, saying, "Don't play dumb. The fact that you can swear to let me check these things shows that you must have some idea in your mind."

Feng Qiwu raised her eyelids and answered the question irrelevantly: "Can I take the tea away?"

Lord Chu paused, waved his hands in annoyance, and said, "...Bring as many as you want."

"What about the salt trade?" He paused and turned the conversation back to this matter.

Feng Qiwu's eyebrows were smiling, and her thin red lips curved into a perfect smile: "Didn't the marquis find out about the salt trafficking all night? I dare not take credit for it. I wonder if the marquis has thought of any countermeasures?"

Seeing that he was not going to listen at all, Lord Chu was helpless and could only say, "Feng Zhuyue is very secretive, and I have only found out a little bit. If we want to deal with it, we must not alert the enemy before we have all the evidence in our hands."

Lord Chu is conservative and will only take further action after he has evidence in his hands.

Feng Qiwu was mad. He stroked the edge of the teacup and smiled even more deeply: "It's a waste of time to keep looking for evidence like this. Why not reveal a little to Feng Zhuyue and let him go desperate and send the evidence to the Marquis?"

He likes to ask others to hand over evidence. It's crazy, but it has to be said that the effect is quite good.

Upon hearing this, Lord Chu looked deeply at Feng Qiwu and said with a smile, "Lord Feng is very courageous. There are some things I should learn from you."

Lord Chu is much older than him, but he never takes advantage of his seniority. Some old things must be adapted and necessary changes must be made. Only then can this road continue to be smooth.

Feng Qiwu put down the teacup and just smiled without saying anything.

The hall was quiet for a moment, with the occasional sound of cicadas.

Half of the sunlight came in and fell on Feng Qiwu, casting a dark shadow that made his handsome face even more beautiful. There was a lazy look on the corners of his mouth as he smiled, and he looked relaxed and arrogant.

After a long silence, Feng Qiwu suddenly said, "My Lord, you called her the wrong name last time. You should not call her Miss, but Madam Feng."

Lord Chu was stunned and didn't react for a moment. After a while, he finally realized it and laughed out of anger.

He thought it was something profound, but it turned out that he was just bringing up old issues.

He just called her the wrong name casually, but he didn't expect Feng Qiwu to remember it so clearly. Now, she is staring at him and correcting him, which seems to show off a bit.

"I know, it's Madam Feng." Lord Chu stared at him and took over the conversation.

Feng Qiwu's eyes and brows were gentle, as if he was satisfied with what he heard.

The setting sun has faded, but the heat remains. Flowers in the garden are in full bloom, emitting fragrance in the wind. The aroma is richer and thicker than usual, and is only gradually diluted by the wind.

Wen Ranyan was leaning against the red pillar of the pavilion, boredly twisting fish food and feeding the koi in the pond.

Summer is approaching, and the withered lotus in the pond is gradually turning green. The tender new leaves are dancing in the wind, and the koi are peeking out from under the floating leaves, looking very lively and cute.

Sijin stood at one side, fanning her with a round fan. The cool breeze blew away the heat from all around.

Wen Ranyan enjoyed the cool breeze and became more and more interested in feeding the babies.

Si Jin moved her lips suddenly, and her voice was carried into Wen Ranyan's ears through the cool breeze: "Madam, the weather is getting hotter and hotter. It turns out that summer is coming soon. I suddenly realized that the master's birthday is in these few days."

She said this while fanning herself, and carefully watched Wen Ranyan's expression after she finished speaking, not knowing whether she mentioned it intentionally or unintentionally.

Wen Ranyan's hand holding the fish food paused slightly, she tilted her head back, her hair blowing across her eyebrows in the wind, her bright and sparkling eyes smiled at Sijin, a light flickered in them, as if able to see through everything.

Si Jin's eyes drifted away, and she continued, "In the past, the master was always busy with official duties and always forgot about it. Now that there is a lady in the mansion, this birthday banquet can be organized."

Wen Ranyan withdrew her gaze and continued to feed the fish food without responding or answering.

Si Jin looked at her beautiful face, bit her lip and said, "Although Master doesn't celebrate birthdays in the past, if he really receives a birthday gift, he will always be happy in his heart."

Wen Ranyan blinked her charming eyes and replied as faintly as misty clouds: "Oh."

I don't know if you listened to this attitude or took it to heart.

"Madam, have you thought about what birthday gift to prepare for the master?" Si Jin asked indirectly.

Wen Ranyan seemed to have only the koi in her eyes. She waved her hands and said calmly, "Let's talk about it later."

Sijin had no choice but to shut up and not mention it again.

It is never good to ask some questions too many times, because then it won’t seem like a surprise gift, but rather like something you have deliberately asked for.

There was silence all around. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps broke the silence.

Hearing the noise, they both looked over.

Feng Qiwu came to the pavilion at some point. He was wearing a red robe, with his hands behind his back. He was as tall as a mountain, handsome and upright. His beautiful face was like a bright stroke on the wall, and all his elegance was reflected in the charming brilliance.

His eyes fell on Wen Ranyan, and he casually sent Sijin away.

At that time, there were only two of them left in the pavilion.

"Is the work done?" Wen Ranyan raised her eyelids lazily and asked casually.

Feng Qiwu lifted his robe and sat beside her, responding, "It's nothing serious, it's just about Feng Zhuyue's salt trafficking. Lord Chu is a quick-witted man, and he found something in just one night."

After saying this, he picked up the fish food and wanted to feed them.

Wen Ranyan glanced at him and stopped him, saying, "I've already fed them a lot. If you feed them more, they'll be stuffed to death."

"So fragile." Feng Qiwu's eyebrows were slightly dimmed and he put the fish food back.

Wen Ranyan laughed: "You raise koi yourself, don't you know they are fragile?"

The faint shadow from the eaves was reflected on Wen Ranyan's face. Her face was pretty and the teardrop mole under her eye was stained with an intoxicating halo. She raised her charming eyes slightly, and the watery light was like a pool of clear water, rippling in the water and overflowing.

Feng Qiwu couldn't help but move closer, holding her slender waist with his big hands, leaning down, and whispering in her ear.

"Besides this, do you have anything else to tell me?"

Wen Ranyan's eyelashes flickered slightly, and her tone was drawn out, trying to please his temper: "Of course there is."

Feng Qiwu stared at her without blinking, his dark eyes moving slightly, his emotions unclear.

Wen Ranyan looked at his face for a long while, and deliberately smiled and said, "That's right, the blood swallows you prepared for me today taste very good. I want all the remaining ones in your warehouse. Are you willing to give them away?"

Feng Qiwu half-closed his eyes, his expression became a little lighter: "Of course I'm willing to give it up."

"What else?"