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

"I'm tired of it." Wen Ranyan's eyes fell on his eyebrows and she said in a leisurely voice.

It is undeniable that during the time in Feng Mansion, with a beautiful woman in his arms and no worries about food and clothing, he lived a happy and carefree life. However, no matter how beautiful the life is, there will always be a day when one gets tired of it.

She has never been a kind-hearted person, nor has she ever said that she is a good person. She is just so despicable and vicious. She will leave when she gets tired of it. It is just unreasonable.

Hearing this, Feng Qiwu did not get angry but laughed, and her laugh was particularly creepy: "Well said..."

Feng Qiwu knew that she coveted his beauty and would never show any sincerity to her. But when he heard her say this with his own ears, a subtle pain instantly invaded his limbs and bones, fine, dense and continuous.

He held the reins tightly, his palms were bruised and bleeding, and the violence in his heart reached its peak at this moment.

She was able to sober up and get out of the game, but he was deeply trapped in it and could hardly get out.

In this way, the fight between them will end to the death.

"You really don't even want to lie to me anymore." Feng Qiwu approached her inch by inch, and his calloused fingers rubbed against her delicate face, bringing a series of numbing sensations.

Feeling the heat from his fingertips, Wen Ranyan tilted her head slightly, her voice smiling and nonchalant: "Since you have got the answer, can I leave now?"

Feng Qiwu's face turned cold, undercurrents surged in his violent black eyes, and the gathering storm seemed to be about to break through the confinement in the next second.

You want to leave again?

He held her chin tightly, and the force increased a little unconsciously.

"Do you really want to leave?" He whispered fiercely in her ear, his voice so deep that it sounded like he was going crazy.

Wen Ranyan stared at his stern brows calmly, her smile still on her face, silent and lazy.

Feng Qiwu was also staring at her.

The two of them were very close, and there was a sense of competition between them, but the breath they exhaled was entangled with each other, inseparable, affectionate and hot.

After a while, Feng Qiwu was the first to be defeated.

He knew that being tough was useless, and his sinister and murderous aura suddenly subsided at this moment. A smile now flowed in his gloomy eyes, like a siren, with a hint of bewitching intent.

Wen Ranyan's eyes flickered slightly.

What trick is this coming up?

Before Wen Ranyan could figure it out, a passionate male voice swept into her ears again.

"I always wore red clothes in the past, so it's normal for you to get tired of it..."

Feng Qiwu whispered in her ear, her voice vague and smiling, bewitching and moving.

Wen Ranyan was a little surprised at his change. She was so outspoken, and he had such a vicious and arrogant personality, but he was not angry?

The sudden change in attitude also made Wen Ranyan feel a bit interested that he couldn't hide.

Feng Qiwu saw that she was in high spirits, and the smile in his eyes became more and more seductive. He continued in a leisurely voice: "Now, I am wearing silver armor and riding a warhorse. This is the first time you see it. Don't you find it novel?"

After saying that, he pinched Wen Ranyan's thin, red lips with his hands, gently squeezing and twisting them with skillful and profound techniques.

Wen Ranyan followed his words and looked him up and down a few more times: "It is indeed new and more majestic than before."

When she saw him for the first time, she felt that Feng Qiwu in silver armor was extremely majestic.

Her silver armor was shining, her ponytail was standing upright, and compared to her previous lazy and beautiful appearance, she now had more of the youthful vigor and unruly demeanor. She looked very good, very novel, and it also made her feel a little impatient.

But thinking of the boundless freedom, Wen Ranyan suppressed this impatience again.

"I've learned some new tricks. Don't you want to try them again?"

Feng Qiwu saw the loose marks she revealed at a glance, and a faint chuckle spread out, and he took advantage of the victory to pursue her, with obvious meaning.

Hearing this, Wen Ranyan looked at him with even more curiosity, her eyes as white as silk and a natural charm flowing across her.

She was not a fool, so she could naturally feel the obvious entanglement. However, Feng Qiwu rarely showed weakness, and most of the time she was very tough.

Now, this perfect show of weakness actually has a different kind of charm, which is really rare. Suddenly, he gently grasped her.

"Try it?" Wen Ranyan's red lips opened and closed, and there seemed to be ripples in her voice flowing in the wind: "It's not impossible..."

Feng Qiwu smiled deeply and unfathomably as if her wish had come true, and the hand on her red lips slowly moved down——

When the big palm fell to that slender waist, Feng Qiwu suddenly grabbed and pulled it. In an instant, the distance between the two people became closer, and they pressed against each other. The bewitching fragrance flowed and entangled, and for a moment there was a bit of lingering feeling.

"In that case, I'll take it as your consent to stay."

Feng Qiwu placed his other hand on the back of her neck. Her slender neck and smooth, delicate skin instantly made him distracted.

Wen Ranyan didn't say anything, but her fingertips gently stroked the back of his hand.

Feng Qiwu's eyes darkened, and he immediately ordered the 100,000 cavalrymen behind him, "Return to camp—"

The clanging sound echoed in the valley, and a hundred thousand cavalrymen turned around and headed towards the camp. For a moment, the dark army was like a swarm of locusts passing through, with dust flying, the earth shaking, and the momentum was tremendous.

When the 100,000 iron cavalry had gone far away and the blood and killing had dissipated, the vultures circling in the sky finally swooped down and devoured all the blood and flesh on the ground.

The empty and secluded valley eventually becomes purgatory.

After walking for about half an hour, we could vaguely see their camp tents.

The camp was extremely well guarded. The soldiers who stayed behind patrolled in all directions with swords in hand. When the bonfire was lit, one could feel the burning sensation even from a distance.

The prison van carrying Feng Zhuyue arrived first. With his hands and feet bound by chains, Feng Zhuyue had long lost his former jade-like elegance. He was dressed in tattered clothes, his hair was withered, his face was haggard, and he exuded the aura of death after defeat.

Wen Ranyan turned over and got off the horse, and couldn't help but look over there a few more times.

"There's nothing good about a defeated man." Feng Qiwu spoke at the right time, with a hint of displeasure between his eyebrows.

Wen Ranyan retracted his gaze and said nonchalantly, "I'm just a little surprised that he's still alive."

At the same time, it is also a bit sad. The original male protagonist of the novel, who was living a happy life, has now become a prisoner. It really shows how unpredictable the world is.

Feng Qiwu's eyebrows were sinister, and he sneered, "For some people, death is the best relief, and living is a hundred times more painful than death. Feng Zhuyue must live well."

As he said this, he subconsciously glanced towards Feng Zhuyue.

What he experienced as a child was a thousand times more painful than this. How could this be the end of the world?

Feng Qiwu embraced Wen Ranyan and entered the main tent, during which time he never looked at Feng Zhuyue again.

The moonlight is graceful and the evening breeze is gentle.

The soul-stirring music of the piano, like flowing water in the mountains, echoed in the tents beside. From time to time, there were some laughter from people talking and drinking, which was really lively.

Because of the victory in the battle, Feng Qiwu allowed his soldiers to drink and celebrate, but he himself remained in the main tent, with no intention of celebrating at all.

Wen Ranyan lay on the couch, a strand of hair entangled in her fingertips, and asked with a smile: "It's so lively outside, why don't you go celebrate?"

"Don't you want to see the tricks I learned now?"

Feng Qiwu turned around, his eyes deep.