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

The candlelight flickered, and the two people's entangled figures were reflected on the curtains, rising and falling, lingering and sad.

Wen Ranyan grabbed Feng Qiwu's shoulders to leverage his strength and in an instant, she had him pinned under her.

She bent down and whispered in his ear with a smile: "But if I think that the divorce letter still counts, what should I do?"

Feng Qiwu was gently pressed on the soft pillow, his hair slightly scattered, his clothes open, and a pair of scarlet eyes full of tenderness. After hearing Wen Ranyan's words, he did not get angry but laughed instead, his sophistry was hard to predict.

"Where did the divorce letters come from? Those scraps of paper?" Feng Qiwu's big hand moved around, and his fingers suddenly fell on the belt around her waist.

He played with it nonchalantly, and then wrapped his fingertips around it, with no intention of untying it.

Wen Ranyan looked at him with a smile, waiting for his next move.

"But the shredded paper was also burned, leaving no trace." Feng Qiwu raised his eyelids, and his deliberately lowered voice was full of teasing and nastiness.

After saying that, he twisted the end of the tie and gently pulled it -

The red coat on Wen Ranyan's body fell off like silk in an instant, revealing her fat shoulders. In the dim light, there was an indescribable alluring luster. The small dress wrapped around her body was embroidered with floral patterns with silk thread, which was gorgeous and really charming.

"You are really not a good thing." Wen Ranyan smiled sarcastically. When she bent down, her soft black hair fell to her shoulders. Her shoulders were half-covered, which made her look even more moving.

"Each each other."

As she spoke, Feng Qiwu moved forward and touched her fair shoulders when she bent down, followed by a series of delicate and hot kisses.

Her skin was so delicate that with just a few touches, it looked like plum blossoms fallen in the snow, messy and yet beautiful.

Feng Qiwu couldn't let go of her more and more. The wildness in his black eyes was like a raging fire that could swallow up everything and devour it all. He locked onto Wen Ranyan's slender waist tightly, becoming more and more unscrupulous.

The corners of Wen Ranyan's eyes turned red because of him, revealing her natural charm, which made the teardrop mole under her eye look even more seductive and eye-catching.

Feng Qiwu's eyes were dim, and just as he was about to move an inch closer, he was stopped.

He raised his eyes, and his deep and unfathomable gaze fell on Wen Ranyan's face. The fire in his face was not concealed at all and was surging terrifyingly.

Wen Ranyan smiled and lifted his chin.

At that time, she leaned forward, approaching inch by inch——

When their lips were almost touching, Wen Ranyan's actions suddenly stopped, the veil fluttered, but the ambiguity that had been burning did not diminish at all.

Feng Qiwu frowned: "What's wrong?"

For some reason, he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

Wen Ranyan's red lips were slightly curled, and there seemed to be temptation flowing in her charming eyes, which were so deep and mysterious that it was difficult to see clearly.

"I thought about it again and again, and I think it's better to stop here..."

She placed her hand between Feng Qiwu's lips, her gentle movement was like a white feather brushing across her skin, causing an itchy feeling that lingered deep into her bones, but the words she said made her furious.

Feng Qiwu stared at her smiling face and suddenly grasped her fingers——

But just as he was about to take action, he felt his head dizzy and his whole body weak, which was clearly a sign of being poisoned.

"Did you drug me?" Feng Qiwu laughed, his voice sinister.

Wen Ranyan remained silent. The dim candlelight flickered. She sat in the darkest corner, smiling brightly and seductively, bewitching everyone's heart.

Feng Qiwu stared at her intently, the violence that had just been suppressed surging wildly at this moment.

It turned out that everything she had just done was just to curry favor with him. As long as he let down his guard, she would fly away from his hands like a bird.

Just now I said I liked his tricks, but now it seems that it was all a lie.

She is a liar.

Feng Qiwu stretched out his hand, wanting to grab the corner of her clothes to hold her back, but the effect of the drug was so strong that as soon as he touched her lightly, he felt dizzy and everything went dark before his eyes.

After a while, Feng Qiwu completely fainted.

Seeing that he was motionless, Wen Ranyan poked him with her hand. To make sure that he was really asleep, she picked up her clothes and put them on slowly.

Just now she had smeared the drug on her fingers, and when her fingertips lightly touched Feng Qiwu's lips, the drug entered her throat and the effect took effect.

However, this medicine is not harmful to the body. It will only make people sleep for a few hours, and these few hours are enough for her to travel far away.

Beauty is good, with all kinds of tricks, but she has been so wild these days that it is hard for her to calm down.

After Wen Ranyan finished tidying up, she turned around and left without any reluctance.

Outside the big tent, the celebration banquet was not over yet. The high-pitched piano music had now turned into a graceful tune from the south of the Yangtze River, lingering and smooth as the wind, full of the lingering meaning of the gentle breeze, which was really lyrical.

The soldiers were still gathered together to eat meat and drink, and the defense in the camp was much lax. When Wen Ranyan came out of the main tent, no one noticed her.

Taking advantage of the patrol guard changing shifts, Wen Ranyan quietly walked out from the darkness, leaped into the nearby woods in a few steps, and disappeared into the vast night, without a trace.

But not long after Wen Ranyan left, there was quite a commotion in the military camp. The soldiers who were originally celebrating all stood outside the main tent, ready for battle and awaiting orders.

"boom--"

Suddenly, a porcelain cup fell out and broke into pieces.

"What about people?"

Feng Qiwu's sinister voice came out from inside, carrying a strong sense of oppression, which made people tremble continuously.

Qi Jiuzhu shuddered all over and knelt down suddenly: "It was my fault for not noticing that the lady had left..."

Feng Qiwu sat in the main camp, his eyes still blurred by the residual drugs, but his anger increased instead of decreasing, and it was so sinister that it seemed as if he wanted to eat someone.

"Such a large military camp, but they can't even stop a living person. They are all useless."

Thinking that Wen Ranyan would rather drug him than stay away from him, Feng Qiwu had no place to vent his anger, which made him even more depressed, terrifying and frightened.

Qi Jiuzhu lowered his eyes and dared not speak, cold sweat already soaking his back.

Outside the main camp, everyone was tense. When the night wind blew, a chill that penetrated into their bones and invaded their limbs and bones was really uncomfortable.

There was silence for a long time, until the sound of rustling clothes was heard.

Feng Qiwu put on his clothes and was about to go out.

"Where is the master going?" Qi Jiuzhu asked subconsciously without caring about anything else.

Feng Qiwu glanced at him coldly, and said in a sinister and frightening voice: "Of course I have to bring her back personally."

It would normally take him several hours to wake up, but now, he woke up in just a moment.

Because of Wen Ranyan's wrong attitude just now, he was a little more cautious and used his internal energy to hold his breath, but he didn't expect that he still got tricked.

Feng Qiwu looked at the dark night outside, his taut thin lips suddenly curled up, he laughed in anger, and was horrified.

Fortunately, not much time was wasted, and she must not have gone far...

Feng Qiwu retracted his gaze, turned around and jumped into the endless darkness.

The moon is still full, but the storm is coming...