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

Wen Ranyan stared at him, the smile in her eyes not diminishing at all.

Feng Qiwu stared at the drink in her hand, then glanced at the waiter who had just handed her the drink, frowned slightly, and said in a cold voice: "You are so familiar with this place, have you been here several times?"

In the side room, there were lingering fragrance and melodious music.

But the words that Feng Qiwu blurted out were like ice three feet thick, making people feel cold all over in an instant.

Wen Ranyan waved his wine cup and smiled unaffectedly: "Why are you talking nonsense? This is my first time here. Now, we are locked together. What I want to play and see, I can only share with you."

"You have a gloomy face now. Do you feel that these prostitutes are neglecting you?"

After saying that, she turned her head and gestured to Qingguaner.

Qing Guan'er understood what was going on, and immediately picked up a glass of wine and walked towards Feng Qiwu, swaying. The silver bells on his ankles rang with every step, and his whole body was stained with the worldly scent of rouge, which was charming but vulgar, but also alluring enough.

"Guest, please have a glass of drink." The waiter stopped and handed the drink to Feng Qiwu.

Feng Qiwu stared at the glass of wine without taking it, his pupils dark and his body surrounded by a murderous aura, which shocked Qingguaner so much that his legs almost went weak and he fell to the ground.

"Why don't you accept the drink?" Wen Ranyan changed his posture.

Her legs were crossed, one hand resting lightly on her head, and she looked at Feng Qiwu with a pair of charming eyes, a half-smile on her face, full of teasing.

Feng Qiwu: "..."

Even if you taste the bitter fruit of the golden lock that you put on yourself, you have to swallow it with a smile.

Besides, he is not suffering.

"This drink looks tasteless. Why should I accept it?" Feng Qiwu looked back at her.

Suddenly, his thin red lips curled up into a sinister and enchanting smile, "It's getting dark, I think it's better for Chunfeng Pavilion to close early."

Wen Ranyan glanced at him with a hint of amusement: "Close down? How do you close down?"

She leaned over, picked up a grape with water droplets on it, and watched how he would act.

Feng Qiwu drew the long sword from his waist without saying a word.

The unsheathed long sword shone with silver light and broke through the wind.

He just waved his hand casually, and the wine cup in Qingguaner's hand was broken into pieces, and the wine spilled all over the floor.

Qing Guan'er stood there in amazement, not reacting for a long time.

Feng Qiwu swung his sword into the air again, and sword energy came fluttering in like butterflies flying through flowers, accompanied by powerful internal energy.

In an instant, the curtains in the room were violently blown away, the walls on all four sides shook violently, the tables, chairs and fruit plates fell to the ground, and even the floor covered with a long carpet showed signs of cracks.

Just one sword strike made the ground a mess.

The prostitutes who were twisting their waists were frightened when they saw this and started screaming at the top of their lungs.

"Help! Someone is killing someone! Someone is killing someone—"

"Mom, help me, someone is here to mess things up—"

A large group of people rushed out madly, and their screams echoed in the museum, deafening.

Feng Qiwu stood tall, the long sword in his hand shining brightly under the light and fire. He only used 30% of his strength to scare the people away. They were really a bunch of useless things.

Everything in the room fell to the ground, except for the chair where Wen Ranyan was lying, which was still standing intact.

Her leaning posture remained unchanged, and the drink in her hand was held steadily.

Feng Qiwu flicked the sword casually, and a stream of sword energy whistled and condensed. In a moment, the wine cup in Wen Ranyan's hand was broken into pieces.

Wen Ranyan: “…”

All the things that were in the way were gone. Feng Qiwu raised the corners of his lips, and smiled more happily: "Even if it's like this, I'm afraid all the timid ones will run away after this incident."

Wen Ranyan stood up from the couch, and while laughing, she couldn't help but look him up and down a few times, "Closing the business? This is obviously a move to cause trouble... The timid customers may run away, but the mother of the restaurant will bring people over to skin you alive."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard several footsteps coming from outside the door, sounding very aggressive.

The thugs from Chunfengguan have arrived.

"Then we can only run." Feng Qiwu grabbed Wen Ranyan's slender waist and jumped out of the window.

When he left, he also left behind a silver ingot.

The clouds cover the moon, but the lone star remains.

The market was once bustling with people, but now the crowd has dispersed and everyone is gradually going home.

However, there were suddenly more heavily patrolled soldiers at the entrances of the long streets. The Miao soldiers wore black armor and held swords. From a distance, they looked like a black mass, and there was also a sense of murderous solemnity.

"Look, these are the people who want to kill you." Wen Ranyan sat sideways on the eaves, the wind blew up her sleeves, and the golden bell on her white wrist fluttered.

Feng Qiwu sat beside her, smiling, speaking in a lazy tone: "We made such a big noise just now, I think our tracks will be discovered soon."

After saying that, he wiped the blade of the sword unhurriedly. When his eyelids drooped, the faint light in his eyes flickered and fluctuated. It was unknown what he thought of, and his thin lips curled up playfully.

"You can't move, are you waiting to die?" Wen Ranyan kicked his calf.

Feng Qiwu held the sword horizontally, and in an instant, as the silver sword light flowed, the whistling sound of a sharp arrow tearing through the sky seemed to be right in front of his ears.

"Look, it's here."

Feng Qiwu swung his sword and in an instant, knocked the sharp arrow that was flying from the air to the ground.

Wen Ranyan looked down and saw that the long streets on all sides were filled with black-armored Miao soldiers, and there were also some archers hiding on the high floors of the buildings.

The leader, Yang Xuelian, was wearing a gilded robe and sitting on a high building. He sipped tea and looked over here. He had a calm expression and his eyes were as clear and ethereal as the wind.

But he was not the only one in the pavilion. Ashina Ba was sitting on his left, and Moka Lianhua was sitting on his right. Both of them looked over and set their eyes on Feng Qiwu.

Wen Ranyan glanced at him sideways and smiled, "Feng Qiwu, your head is really valuable. They are here without any time to spare."

"Since it's so valuable, you have to take good care of me."

Feng Qiwu was talking and laughing at her, but the corner of his eye shot towards them like a sharp blade. When he saw Yang Xuelian coming back to life, he was not surprised.

There are all kinds of strange poisonous insects in Miaojiang, so it is not surprising that they can bring the dead back to life.

But the other two were clearly in collusion with Yang Xuelian. Aren’t they afraid that he would turn against them like a poisonous insect and bite them?

The eyes of several people met, and there was a silent confrontation. A suppressed and cold feeling burst out in the air.

"Kill." Yang Xuelian said without any nonsense, his voice was loud and clear.

He lowered his eyebrows and said, "Whoever can capture Feng Qiwu's head will be promoted to a higher position and rewarded with ten thousand taels of gold."

These words inspired the people, and the Miao army attacked in the direction of Feng Qiwu, with thousands of sharp arrows falling as densely as spring rain.

On a cold and moonlit night, the only sound in the air was the sharp whistling sound of clashing blades.

Feng Qiwu's sword energy swept across, intimidating all directions.

Wen Ranyan's movements are cunning and he handles things with ease.

The sharp arrows were as dense as rain, and for a moment it seemed as if there was a force like thunder in the sky.

Under the pressing murderous intent, Feng Qiwu suddenly grabbed Wen Ranyan's slender waist and took her back to a safe place.

"Are you okay?" Wen Ranyan was stunned, looking at Feng Qiwu with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

What's going on with this guy?

Those sharp arrows just now were soft and she could easily dodge them, so why did he suddenly intervene?

When Wen Ranyan raised her head, she saw that Feng Qiwu's eyes were flickering with light.

It's obvious that he has bad intentions...