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

Feng Qiwu opened his thin lips and spoke each word clearly.

His voice suddenly became cold and his face remained calm, but his eyes were dark and filled with murderous intent, so mad and ruthless that it made people feel cold all over.

When Wen Ranyan heard his mockery, her face suddenly became red, just like the color of a lotus, so beautiful that it made people want to pick her.

"No way... It's just that the carriage suddenly shook, and I couldn't control my strength, so..." She seemed not to understand the murderous intent in Feng Qiwu's eyes. She just looked shy, with ripples in her almond-shaped eyes.

Feng Qiwu's slightly cool fingers rubbed her chin, and with just a little force, red marks appeared on her jade-like skin, as if she would be shattered if more force was applied.

"Really?" Feng Qiwu looked at her again, feeling strange.

She did look fragile and pitiful at the moment, with tears in her eyes and her body trembling slightly, but he could vaguely see a flash of calmness and amusement in her eyes, but it quickly disappeared, as if it was an illusion.

Does everyone else's fear express itself in the same way as she does?

Feng Qiwu's eyes deepened and his scrutiny became more intense.

"Of course, it's just an accident..." Wen Ranyan looked at him timidly, her voice soft and with a slight tremor, as if she would burst into tears in the next second.

Feng Qiwu remained silent, but looked her up and down carefully.

His black eyes were cold and gloomy. When one looked closely into their depths, they seemed to be hiding a strange and mysterious light, and it was difficult to tell whether he was happy or angry.

"My dear husband, please don't be angry. I admit my mistake..." Seeing that he didn't say anything, Wen Ranyan carefully pulled his sleeve, very lightly and with a little amplitude, which seemed like she was acting coquettishly.

Feng Qiwu's fingertips meandered and gently grasped her neck. He said in a very low voice, with a smile on his face: "Wrong? What's wrong?"

Wen Ranyan felt that her life was being controlled, and she cried in a trembling voice, saying intermittently: "When the carriage was bumping, I should have controlled my strength. If I couldn't control it, I should have crashed into the wooden pillar and hit my head until it was bleeding, instead of throwing myself on my husband and annoying him."

Feng Qiwu: "..."

Her eyes were filled with tears, and her pitiful and weak words sounded as if she had been severely bullied.

But he clearly hasn't done anything yet.

Wen Ranyan boldly held his fingers, her eyes shining with water lightly raised, with a little coquettishness: "Husband, don't be angry with me, I admit my mistakes."

Clearly, those words were meant to show weakness, but she seemed to have mastered the situation just right, leaving him with no way to vent his murderous intent.

Feng Qiwu stared at her for a long while, then his brows relaxed, his thin lips curled upwards, and he smiled in an unfathomable and sinister way: "I understand now, why Prime Minister Wen sent you here alone, you are indeed very capable."

Hearing this, Wen Ranyan pursed her lips and looked at him in confusion.

Feng Qiwu let go of her neck and instead gently stroked her small teardrop mole.

His phoenix eyes were blazing, with a strange scarlet reflected in his eyes. He said slowly: "But there is a long time to come, and I hope you can always be so capable..."

Wen Ranyan stared at him blankly, confused, not knowing what to do.

Feng Qiwu caught sight of her expression, sneered, and let go of her hand.

He bent down slightly and picked up the tea bowl on the coffee table. The small tea bowl was held in his hand, and with an instant of internal force, the tea bowl turned into powder, like a silent deterrent.

Seeing this, Wen Ranyan instinctively shrank his shoulders and his face turned pale.

Feng Qiwu curled his lips in delight, looking extremely evil.

Soon, the carriage arrived at the long street, and the hawkers' shouts were audible. Such prosperity and bustle made Wen Ranyan lift the curtain and look outside. In an instant, the scene of wealth and prosperity came into view.

It is really so rich and luxurious, with a decadent and glamour atmosphere everywhere.

Wen Ranyan was just about to lower the curtain when she heard a commotion coming from the crowd.

She looked in the direction of the sound out of curiosity, and saw a woman in official uniform walking down the green steps, followed by two ferocious-looking guards with swords.

The woman had a gentle appearance, a noble temperament, and a look of compassion between her eyebrows.

She stood under the stone bridge, shaded by pear trees, her slender figure as independent as a green bamboo. Her tenacity seemed to show that even if the mountains and rivers were shattered, she could still break through the torrent of the times and strive forward.

"Luyao, who is that?" Wen Ranyan lowered his eyes.

Lu Yao was trotting after the carriage. When she heard the question, she immediately responded breathlessly, "To answer the second young lady, that is Miss Shen Zhixiang from the Taifu Mansion."

Hearing this, Wen Ranyan's eyes lit up, as if reflecting the candlelight.

She wondered who it was, and it turned out to be the heroine of the book, Shen Zhixiang.

Shen Zhixiang comes from a famous family. Her father, Master Shen, is the mentor of the current emperor. Shen Zhixiang has been intelligent since childhood, and with the careful teaching of Master Shen, she is naturally different from other women. She is now a female official of the current dynasty, and she uses all her life's knowledge to plead for the people. She is extremely powerful.

But such a stunningly talented woman was bewitched by Feng Zhuyue. In this book, the two of them loved each other passionately and heartbreakingly. In the later period, Shen Zhixiang became Feng Zhuyue's think tank and a weapon to deal with Feng Qiwu.

Without Shen Zhixiang's advice, Feng Zhuyue would not be a match for Feng Qiwu.

But no matter how good Shen Zhixiang was, the people in Feng Mansion still disliked her for always showing up in public and having poor moral character. In the end, she was only given the title of concubine and was trapped in a corner of the mansion, unable to realize her ambitions.

Wen Ranyan really couldn't understand why such a wonderful person could have lived a more free and unrestrained life on her own, but she was bewitched by romance and love and seduced by men?

No matter how good a man is, he cannot compare to being comfortable yourself. If you are not comfortable yourself, then is there any point in keeping the man?

To her, Feng Qiwu was just a beauty she coveted for a moment.

If one day she loses interest in him, she will leave immediately without any regrets. She will never love him to death like Shen Zhixiang and lose herself in love.

"What are you looking at?" A figure approached from behind.

Then, Feng Qiwu's teasing voice, with a warm breath, enveloped Wen Ranyan.

Wen Ranyan's thin body was imprisoned by him. The slightest movement would cause the clothes to stick to her. The suddenly rising heat burned her skin and scalded her soul.

Wen Ranyan was like a quail, curled up and dared not move, but the look she gave outside was full of charm, lust and passion, and bright.

After a long while, she finally opened her red lips and said in a weak voice, "I... am looking at the only lady here."

Hearing this, Feng Qiwu's gaze also fell to the outside of the carriage. Then, he sneered: "What's so good about it? He's just a stupid person with bad eyesight."

"Ah?" Wen Ranyan rolled down the curtain and pretended not to know.

Feng Qiwu had no hobby of helping others solve their problems, so he lay back down and closed his eyes to rest, leaving Wen Ranyan alone and at a loss. The ambiguity that had just arisen in the carriage also gradually dissipated.

Wen Ranyan glanced at him lightly, with a look of resentment.

If you provoke someone, just lie down with your eyes closed, but you can't play like this...