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

The tassels of the sheep-horn palace lanterns in the imperial study hung down like thousands of dangling green silk ribbons, shining with the wind and making the study as bright as day.

Hearing Helian Xiao's question, Eunuch Desheng immediately suppressed his anxiety and replied, "The Prince of Nanyang is brave and valiant. He has just arrived in Lingnan and has already driven the bandits back step by step. The local people are praising him and saying that Lingnan is lucky to have him."

Helian Xiao looked at Eunuch Desheng with a cold gaze. After a long while, he suddenly laughed and said, "Lingnan's fortune? You really know how to win people's hearts."

After being stared at by the cold light in his eyes for a while, Eunuch Desheng was like a quail, with his eyes lowered, silent and trembling with fear.

Helian Xiao immediately retracted his gaze and could not help but murmur, "Since he is so popular among the people of Lingnan, I will fulfill his wish and let him stay in Lingnan forever."

As soon as he finished speaking, a fierce murderous aura spread violently in the imperial study as if it had split open a glacier.

This is the power of imperial authority, so unscrupulous.

Eunuch Desheng, who knew the emperor's thoughts, felt his back wet and his legs went weak, wanting to kneel down.

His lips moved for a long time, but in the end he said nothing.

At that time, there was a deep deathly silence in the air, which instantly made people feel uncomfortable and unable to breathe.

Helian Xiao was playing with the jade ring, and suddenly a laugh escaped his lips: "Pass the order, Nanyang King Feng Zhuyue blamed me for the death of Princess Jin'an, and was blinded by one thing, and fell into madness, and raised an army to rebel in Lingnan. I will send troops to Lingnan to encircle and suppress the rebels and protect the prosperity and stability of Beilang."

He originally just wanted to send his assassins to Lingnan to kill Feng Zhuyue without anyone noticing.

But now, the death of Princess Jin'an gave him a legitimate reason to suppress the rebels, so he said that his royal aunt died at the right time.

At that time, he would no longer have to find reasons to send his dear aunt on her way.

The smile on Helian Xiao's lips widened and became extremely bright.

Eunuch Desheng lowered his head lower and lower, no longer daring to look at the emperor again.

Helian Xiao flicked his sleeves, and the tassels on his forehead tumbled lightly, making a sound of dripping green. He spoke again, "Feng Qiwu is my Beilang God of War. There are rebels in Lingnan who are causing chaos in the country. He should help me solve my problems."

"Pass on my order and send Fengqi as the commander to Lingnan to wipe out the rebels. There is no time to lose."

Helian Xiao smiled slightly, speaking loudly, while murderous aura surged from all directions, and danger was rife.

Upon hearing this, Eunuch Desheng trembled suddenly.

Your Majesty... wants the two brothers of the Feng family to kill each other so that you can sit on the mountain and watch the fight between the two tigers and enjoy the benefits.

What a deep and vicious plan.

As his thoughts turned, Eunuch Desheng could only respond, "Yes, Your Majesty."

Not long after, Eunuch Desheng withdrew. Helian Xiao looked at the tassels of the palace lanterns swaying in the wind. His eyes were as deep as the eternal night, and all the sinister murderous intent was hidden in them.

*

The red luan tent is soft and the candlelight is dim.

The hazy moonlight reflected on the thin veil in the house, and two entangled figures were superimposed on the veil.

A light breeze blew, shadows were hazy, floating up and down, and the room was full of beauty like the spreading of quiet waves.

Wen Ranyan's skin, as green as cream, gently wrapped around Feng Qiwu's shoulders and neck, and her whole body pressed against him like a boneless snake.

"You said you were fine, but your actions seem a bit frivolous." Wen Ranyan lay on his shoulder, her soft Wu accent tinged with seduction.

Feng Qiwu stretched out his hand and gently touched her red lips, and asked with a smile: "Really?"

As he spoke, his movements became more violent. He held her like a wolf, clinging to her tightly.

"Of course." Wen Ranyan chuckled and her body softened instantly.

Her clothes were half-undressed, her black hair was spread out, and the lightly curled hair slightly covered some red marks, which were looming and rosy in the whiteness, making people feel more violent and wild.

Feng Qiwu held her soft waist, as if he wanted to carve her deep into his bones, and he became more and more reckless in his actions.

Wen Ranyan felt pain and the corners of her eyes turned slightly red.

Without saying a word, she pushed Feng Qiwu away, and her charming words were also covered with a layer of coldness: "But I am not a thing for you to vent your anger on..."

After she finished speaking, she lightly intertwined her white legs and looked at Feng Qiwu nonchalantly.

The delicious delicacy is really addictive when you first eat it.

But after eating too much, I feel that it is just the same, always the same, without any changes, and even a little bit greasy, which makes people lose interest.

After being pushed like this, the emotion in Feng Qiwu's eyes faded a little. He gently lifted the wet hair and looked at Wen Ranyan with a faint gaze.

For a moment, the two looked at each other, and the atmosphere seemed a little subtle.

Wen Ranyan pulled her clothes closer, glanced at him flirtatiously, but did not say anything at first.

After a long silence, Feng Qiwu looked down at her. When the candlelight flickered, it seemed as if a layer of haze was cast over his face. "I didn't treat you as a vent for my anger. Please don't slander me. It's you... who pushed me away without hesitation. But now that you have it, you feel tired of it and want to throw it away like a worn-out shoe?"

He just felt that Wen Ranyan looked at him as if he was looking at a poor lamb that had been eaten dry and had no value at all.

This made him feel even more upset and confused.

"Look, you're talking nonsense again." Wen Ranyan put her hand to her lips, raised her eyebrows, and smiled calmly and charmingly.

Feng Qiwu was about to say something else when he heard a hurried knock on the door.

"Master, someone from the palace has come to deliver an imperial decree." It was Qi Jiuzhu's voice.

Feng Qiwu's brows were knitted together, and he looked angry and gloomy as if his good thing had been interrupted.

Wen Ranyan was actually quite interested. She wrapped her arms around Feng Qiwu's sleeves and tapped him a few times with her little finger. She said, "I'm afraid that someone is coming here with bad intentions to convey an order at this time. My husband, why don't you go and take a look~"

She spoke briskly, determined to see a good show.

Feng Qiwu looked at her deeply for a few seconds. After a while, she seemed to hear him sigh softly, and then he finally got up and put on his clothes.

The deep red skirt spread out on the ground. When the door opened and the wind blew, the edge of the skirt seemed to be stained with the chill of the cold night, and made a rustling sound. Feng Qiwu's figure also walked away until it disappeared.

Wen Ranyan was still lazily curled up on the soft pillow. She watched Feng Qiwu walk away, but had no intention of following him.

Tired and don't want to move.

Anyway, Feng Qiwu will tell her about this wonderful story in person.

*

A small border town in Beilang.

Inside the inn.

There was a man standing by the window. His white clothes were whiter than snow, his silver hair reached his waist, and his figure was elegant and ethereal.

The breeze blew gently, blowing up the corners of the man's white robe, and silver threads passed across his eyebrows, like ripples in green waves, stirring people's hearts. There was light flowing in his eyes, and for a moment it seemed like flowing water, and it was as gentle as poetry.

Sang Muye looked at the person standing by the window, his eyes flickering, and finally, there was still a glimmer of brilliance.

He said gently, "Uncle, although Jin'an is vicious, Feng Qiwu is the most innocent person after all. We caused such a disaster to the Feng Mansion, but in the end, we got away with it like this, leaving behind a mess. Isn't that a bit unfair?"