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

Hearing this, Wen Ranyan lay on the jade pillow, becoming more and more lazy.

Her eyelashes half drooped as she lazily said, "Why are there palace banquets every other day? Isn't Helian Xiao tired of hosting them? What big day is today?"

Feng Qiwu played with her hair that fell on the pillow, and said in a leisurely voice: "It's not a big day, but Helian Xiao specifically asked Feng Zhuyue to attend the banquet. Do you think there is a lot of excitement hidden in this?"

Wen Ranyan became interested when she heard this. She raised her body slightly and said with a smile, "But Lord Chu, did you mention the imperial concubine in front of Helian Xiao?"

Today, the palace banquet came suddenly, and the guests were invited by name without regard for his injured body. I'm afraid the real purpose is not to entertain him, but to hold a Hongmen Banquet.

Seeing that she guessed it right, Feng Qiwu's eyes deepened slightly, and her smile became more bewitching: "Madam is smart, Lord Chu did mention it a few times in front of Helian Xiao."

"He favors the imperial concubine so much, but he actually believed it?" Wen Ranyan found it interesting, and the light in his eyes was as bright as spring and water.

Feng Qiwu tangled her hair, his eyes fixed, and he sneered, "Helian Xiao is silly, but not stupid. In his eyes, beauties are just embellishments, and are naturally not as important as the country. Combined with Feng Zhuyue's past behavior, he still became a little wary, and he is a suspicious and thoughtful person."

The setting sun filled the room, and a dark, dazzling shadow spread across Feng Qiwu's face, as if it was coated with a layer of brilliant light, making his complexion even more beautiful and charming, as gorgeous as spring flowers.

However, the gleam in his eyes made him look even more gloomy and evil.

Wen Ranyan seemed to have only heard the first half of the sentence. Looking at his picturesque features, she asked, "If you ascend to the throne one day, will beauties be mere embellishments in your eyes?"

Feng Qiwu didn't know what she meant by asking this question. He stared at her with burning eyes and said in a low voice, "It depends on who the object is. If it is someone you like, it would be no problem to hand over the kingdom to him."

His voice was very hoarse and mellow, yet contained a hint of tenderness, flowing past her ears like water.

Wen Ranyan met his eyes and felt that his eyes were dark and deep, but when she looked closely, it seemed that there was an unknown halo flickering, rising and falling, becoming more and more turbulent, shrouded in some unpredictable emotions.

Her eyes sparkled, her lips curled, and she smiled and said, "These words are very much like a man painting a pie in the sky for a woman. Whether this pie can be realized is still unknown, but if you really take it seriously, I'm afraid it will end in endless disappointment."

The weight of a country can drive people crazy. In order to ascend the throne, they would do anything, including killing their brothers and fathers. Even if they would bear the infamy for eternity and step on the bones and blood of people, they would still reach the top in one step. How could they just hand it over so easily?

Just listen to these foggy and unrealistic words, and don't take them to heart.

"You think I'm just talking nonsense?"

Feng Qiwu stroked her hair upwards, then covered her face and caressed it, every move was gentle.

But his gaze was as dark as a drop of ink, like a lonely shadow trapped in the thick night, filled with chilly cold.

Wen Ranyan rubbed his palm, her eyes full of charm, and said, "It's just a random guess. I didn't say it explicitly."

Feng Qiwu's eyes tightened: "It's no different from saying it openly."

Wen Ranyan just smiled without saying a word. Before Feng Qiwu could make any move, she gracefully got off the couch and turned to go into the inner room.

The crystal curtains in the inner room fluttered and she walked slowly and gracefully.

Feng Qiwu stared at her from behind, his scorching eyes looking as if he wanted to stare a hole through her: "What are you going to do?"

She glanced at him sideways, and said charmingly, "Didn't you say there would be a palace banquet later? Since it's a palace banquet, of course I have to dress nicely. I'm going to pick out some clothes now."

Feng Qiwu heard it, suddenly stood up, lifted the crystal curtain and walked into the inner room.

A branch of white magnolia was inserted diagonally in the white porcelain pot in the inner room. The flowers in full bloom were as white as snow, and the branches and leaves were green and lush, like pure snow and jade, delicate and juicy.

The warm breeze rustled by, and the fragrance of the magnolia flowers was faint and pleasant, condensing a bit of elegance and tranquility.

There were many clothes in Wen Ranyan's wooden cabinet. She picked out a gorgeous one at random and placed it on the bedside.

Feng Qiwu approached, put his arms around her slender waist from behind, and whispered in her ear: "When you bought clothes from outside before, you would try them on in front of me one by one and let me make decisions for you. Why don't you ask me to help you today?"

Wen Ranyan glanced at him and smiled brightly, "That's too slow. It really takes a lot of effort. I can just pick it myself today. I can always trust my own judgment."

Feng Qiwu buried his head in her neck and said quietly, "It's not about wasting effort, but now that you have it, you don't have to worry about it anymore, right?"

Wen Ranyan took away her gaze and smiled even more charmingly. After a while, she said, "Why do you always like to let your imagination run wild? You are no longer the carefree you used to be when you are so worried about gains and losses."

Feng Qiwu was so confused after hearing this that he leaned down and bit her earlobe hard.

It was like venting, fierce and yet concealing greed, full of predatory demands, and also containing a hint of punishment.

Wen Ranyan softened in his arms, with a charming glint in the corners of her eyes, and her whole body was like a disturbed pool of spring water. Her every anger and smile was filled with intoxicating charm, which was a lingering poison.

In the house, the fragrance of the white jade flowers became more and more refreshing, making people feel intoxicated.

The night fell silent.

The evening breeze is gentle, the moon is like frost, and the pale white shadow is wandering among the jade buildings. The overlapping shadows are intertwined, like the bright light breaking through broken ice, dazzling and hazy, reflecting the extraordinary brilliance.

The two of them walked hand in hand through the palace, passed through the palace gate, and went through the corridor, and then came to the palace of extravagance and decadence.

The palace banquet was lively with clinking of glasses.

The sound of stringed instruments rang out, and in the center of the hall a dancer began to dance gracefully. Her figure was graceful and her perfumed powder made people feel intoxicated and dazzled.

Wen Ranyan and Feng Qiwu sat in a relatively quiet place.

She was still wearing the red skirt today, and the embroidered belt was inlaid with brilliant gold ornaments, which made her waist look like a willow. The tassels on her hair bun sparkled brightly, but when she turned her head, it did not move at all, she was full of grace and elegance.

Seeing that the seat where Feng Zhuyue sat was empty, she couldn't help but laugh and whisper, "Where is Feng Zhuyue? She's leaving now, can't hold it in anymore?"

Feng Qiwu leaned lazily, and after hearing this, he glanced at him nonchalantly: "After all, he can't keep his cool. Helian Xiao is still watching from the top."

After he finished speaking, he glanced up and saw Helian Xiao whispering something in Eunuch Desheng's ear.

After a while, Eunuch Desheng quietly left the table. The banquet was lively and his departure did not attract anyone's attention.

The moon was at its zenith, the night was as dark as a veil, and the occasional chirping of summer cicadas made the night even darker and more lonely.

The palace was bustling with activity, but behind the rockery in the imperial garden the moon was cold and desolate.

The moonlight flows, and human figures are dim behind the rockery.

The imperial concubine looked at the jade-like man immersed in the moonlight, raised her eyes unconsciously, and whispered softly: "Your Majesty, His Majesty seems to be alert these days, and I am also having a hard time. How should I deal with it?"