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

The moonlight came in, and Feng Qiwu stood right where the moon was the brightest.

He walked under the moonlight, his silver armor sparkling and his high ponytail swaying in the wind. For a moment, he looked quite youthful and elegant, truly different from his past.

Wen Ranyan supported her head with one hand, her expression lazy and her behavior full of seduction: "What's the trick? Let me see."

Feng Qiwu lowered her eyes and stared at her slender calves that were faintly visible through her gauze skirt. The golden bells wrapped around her ankles made her skin look white and glowing, as if she were a piece of delicate jade, tempting to pick it up.

Sensing his gaze, Wen Ranyan gently wrapped her calves around his waist, ruffling her hair, and looked as soft and charming as a beautiful snake.

Outside the tent, the sound of the piano was gurgling and echoing. Suddenly, the tone turned high-pitched, and in a moment, it was as majestic as iron horses and golden swords.

Feng Qiwu concentrated his mind and suddenly drew out the soft sword from his waist. The sword was like a swimming dragon, swinging in all directions.

The condensed sword energy blew away the gauze on Wen Ranyan's legs, and her legs as white as cream were exposed to the air without any cover, stained by the warm light in the tent and rippling with some intoxicating spring scenery.

Wen Ranyan's posture did not change, but the smile in her eyes deepened.

He suddenly drew his sword, was he trying to kill her?

Or do you just want to dance with swords?

The soft sword is as graceful as a swimming dragon, clanging through the wind. When it is unsheathed and waved, it seems as if there is a clear dragon's roar echoing back.

Feng Qiwu casually made a sword flower, the sword light flowed, and he was free and easy.

The sword energy swung out and moved around his body. His ponytail hair was blown away by the strong wind, and the hair brushed across his cold eyebrows. His pair of black eyes were sharp and cold, captivating and dazzling, like a blood-stained blade.

As the sound of the piano outside the tent became louder and louder, the sword in Feng Qiwu's hand became faster and more violent.

The long sword is like a rainbow, rising straight into the sky.

Wen Ranyan rested her head lightly with both hands, a smile flowing in her eyes, full of interest.

It turns out that he really wants to dance with a sword.

The dance is really beautiful.

No wonder everyone loves to watch beauties dancing gracefully, and loves to watch beauties dancing with swords. Even though the implications are obvious, she couldn't take her eyes away.

After all, Feng Qiwu has a stunning appearance, a tall and straight figure, and her swordsmanship is superb.

If it were this kind of pattern, it would indeed be pleasing.

Wen Ranyan glanced at the wine jug on the table. It would have been even better if he had a glass of fruit wine in his hand.

Perhaps it was in response to what she was thinking, a long sword swept over, and a cup of sweet fruit wine was placed on the sword.

Wen Ranyan reached out to take it. At that time, the sword's energy had not yet dissipated. When it touched the cup, she only felt a slight shock, which made her fingertips feel a little hot.

She subconsciously raised her eyes, and in a moment, she met a pair of deep and vast black eyes, which seemed to be shrouded in sword energy, so unrestrained and vigorous, making him look even more radiant and dazzling, and peerless in elegance.

Wen Ranyan smiled, picked up the wine glass, and was about to leave.

Suddenly, the sword moved around and then stuck to her neck, as if the sword would cut her throat if she got an inch closer.

The sword was ice-cold, yet it did not reveal any trace of murderous intent.

What's this trick?

Wen Ranyan's smile remained on her lips. She slowly stroked the sword and spoke slowly, "Didn't you say you weren't a performer? Now you're being proactive."

Feng Qiwu stood tall, his eyes burning: "When did I say that?"

Wen Ranyan sneered: "You may not be very old, but you have a very bad memory."

After that, she gently held the tip of the sword and took it away from her neck. "Swords have no eyes, so let's put it aside for now."

Feng Qiwu just looked at her, as if he agreed with this statement.

Wen Ranyan's charming eyes flickered, and the movement of taking away the long sword suddenly paused. She suddenly leaned forward and attacked Feng Qiwu's wrist——

In the blink of an eye, the long sword fell into Wen Ranyan's hand. Before Feng Qiwu could react, the sword tip was across his neck.

The situation changed in just a moment.

"Didn't you say that swords have no eyes?" Feng Qiwu stood still, chatting and laughing, as if the thing across his neck was not a cold sword, but an ordinary object.

Wen Ranyan shrugged and said confidently, "We have to reciprocate."

Feng Qiwu smiled without saying a word, but her eyes were so deep that they seemed to devour people.

"The trick you performed just now was really eye-catching. I like it too." Wen Ranyan ignored the burning look in his eyes and moved the tip of the sword down from his neck.

Feng Qiwu's expression remained unchanged, but his fists were clenched tightly at this moment. A tingling sensation came over him, but after the pain, an itchy feeling arose, making his scalp numb and his chest hot and surging.

"As long as you like it." He stared at her, his thin lips curled up, his expression happy, strange and dangerous.

Wen Ranyan held the sword, and the tip of the sword meandered down again, and when it touched the shimmering armor in front of him, a crisp tinkling sound was made.

"This armor is indeed strong, but..." Wen Ranyan changed the subject, and a hint of innocent cruelty flashed through her laughter: "If I stab it hard, can I pierce it?"

Feng Qiwu didn't even frown, and said leisurely: "You can give it a try."

The smile on Wen Ranyan's lips widened, and the sword in her hand kept moving on his armor, as if she was looking for a good place to strike. She was so slow and unhurried, as if she was deliberately trying to temper him, or as if she was teasing him in a bad way.

Feng Qiwu's expression remained the same, but there was a burning sense of impatience flowing in his eyes.

Wen Ranyan's sword suddenly moved to the strap of his armor, and she raised the sword and gently cut upwards.

In an instant, it seemed as if a thousand-pound armor was peeled off Feng Qiwu's body and fell heavily to the ground.

Feng Qiwu, wearing only a snow-white middle-length dress, stood facing the moon. Her clothes were slightly open, revealing her porcelain-white collarbone. Her original high-spirited look now seemed even more alluring and gorgeous.

After doing the evil deed, Wen Ranyan threw away the sword and said with a smile: "I was just scaring you."

Feng Qiwu's entire body was immersed in the light, and his eyes were terrifyingly dark.

He kicked the sword away and leaned over to lock her in his arms: "Are you satisfied now? Should I get a reward?"

Before Wen Ranyan could speak, he leaned down and gave her small, hot kisses, as if he had not been satisfied for a long time, and his movements were full of madness and ferocity of regaining what he had lost.

Wen Ranyan's hands were wrapped around his shoulders, the corners of her eyes were red, and her eyes were drunk as if she had crushed a pool of spring water.

Feng Qiwu held her slender waist and pushed her onto the couch.

"Feng Qiwu, we are no longer husband and wife. If we continue like this, wouldn't that be a private transaction?" Wen Ranyan stroked the ponytail behind his head, as if she loved the way he was dressed.

Feng Qiwu half-closed his eyes, bit her neck angrily, and sneered: "Are you talking about that damn letter?"

"That damn thing doesn't count, and I've already torn it up."

How can something that has been torn up and has no one to notarize it be valid?

Wen Ranyan pretended to be surprised: "Why did it get torn?"

"It's an eyesore." Feng Qiwu rubbed her chin with his rough fingers, and couldn't help but lean over and touch her small lips.

He held her slender waist tightly with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to crush her completely into his own bones and blood.