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

Soldier talisman?

Wen Ranyan leaned lazily against the head of the bed, his almond-shaped eyes glancing at her casually.

If her guess was correct, the beautiful woman in front of her should be her maid, Luyao.

To put it nicely, she is a dowry maid. To put it bluntly, she is a spy deliberately planted by Prime Minister Wen next to her, not only to monitor her, but also to better transmit intelligence.

Wen Ranyan was thinking about this and that, and suddenly, there was a flicker of light in his eyes, revealing a strange and vicious look.

This green waist is a stumbling block on her road to retirement and needs to be beaten well.

However, she does not have the poisonous insect in her hand now.

Then let this ghost thing jump around for a few more hours.

"Second Miss, have you taken note of what the Prime Minister ordered?" Lu Yao reminded her impatiently.

Hearing this, Wen Ranyan immediately hid the murderous intent in her eyes. She raised her eyes, her almond-shaped eyes were misty, showing a bit of innocence and tenderness.

She bit her lips lightly and said with difficulty: "But Feng Qiwu seems to be very wary of me. How can I get his military token?"

Luyao looked at Wen Ranyan suspiciously.

She had clearly felt a hint of murderous intent just now, but it disappeared in an instant, and Wen Ranyan in front of her was still as elegant and weak as before, as if the unusual feeling just now was just an illusion.

Lu Yao sneered in his heart.

She said, how could a weak concubine who is like a puppet have such power?

"Then you have to figure it out yourself, Miss." Lu Yao looked down at her and said, "The Prime Minister sent people to teach you so many things, Miss, you should put them into practice."

Wen Ranyan played with her fingertips.

The things that my father sent people to teach were all things like music, chess, calligraphy and painting to please men.

This is to make her use the beauty trap.

Wen Ranyan grabbed a corner of the quilt, lowered her eyebrows with a hint of shyness, and said, "But... Feng Qiwu is not interested in me."

Lu Yao sneered and said coldly: "Men always lose control sometimes. The second young lady is so beautiful. If she works hard, she can always make men obsessed with her."

"The Prime Minister also said that if the Second Miss can successfully obtain the military token this time, Aunt Liu will be buried in the Wen family's ancestral tomb."

Wen Ranyan realized belatedly that Aunt Liu was her original body's biological mother.

Aunt Liu, who was born a maid, was favored by Prime Minister Wen because of her beautiful appearance. After being raped, she became pregnant with the original body, but died of dystocia on the day of delivery.

Aunt Liu, who had no name or status during her lifetime, was simply wrapped in a straw mat and buried anywhere after her death.

Therefore, the original body had two wishes. One was to hope that his mother could be buried in the ancestral tomb, and the other was to receive his father's love and always be by his side.

However, it was too unrealistic to expect a scum to soften his heart.

Wen Ranyan was full of mockery, but she still blinked her moist almond eyes and asked in surprise, "Really? My mother can also be buried in the ancestral tomb?"

"Of course, as long as you finish what the Prime Minister asked you to do." Lu Yao said casually.

Hearing this, a hint of sarcasm appeared in Wen Ranyan's eyes, but on the surface she looked overjoyed.

"Miss, please wash up first. Feng Qiwu will be back from court soon. You can go to the door to greet him." Lu Yao said as she put the copper basin for washing face on the table, without any intention of serving him.

Wen Ranyan had already thought of thousands of ways to torture her in her mind, but she still responded softly: "...Okay."

She lowered her eyes, and her elegant little face was instantly reflected in the water. Her eyebrows were clear and gentle, and her almond-shaped eyes were misty. She had a kind of fragility and a kind of detachment from the world. There was also a small teardrop mole under her right eye.

The original body looked exactly like her.

It's just that the original body's temperament is more pure and celestial, while she is as charming as a demon...

Wen Ranyan washed her hands slowly, then casually picked out a plain white dress embroidered with hibiscus flowers and put it on.

She prefers red to white.

After all, when you wear red, you won’t see any traces of blood when you kill someone.

But the big villain likes the pure little fairies.

"It's time for the second young lady to go out. Feng Qiwu will be back soon." Lu Yao stood aside, urging coldly.

Wen Ranyan glanced at her quietly, then flicked his sleeves and walked out of the door.

She fluttered in her plain skirt, with an extraordinary temperament, like the only pure white in the world, clean and flawless.

When she reached the gate, she just stood there lazily.

Soon, the sound of horse hooves was heard.

Wen Ranyan glanced over lazily, and after just one glance, she could no longer look away.

Feng Qiwu was seen sitting on the horse's back, his embroidered red robe fluttering in the wind. Under the light and shadow, his phoenix eyes were still cold and fierce, but his face was as beautiful as a beautiful painting, his every frown and smile was full of charm.

In the shining sunlight, he came on horseback, reins in hand, his clothes fluttering and his black hair dancing.

It's really a scene of fine clothes and fine horses.

Wen Ranyan raised her red lips slightly, and a hint of extremely charming luster shone in her almond-shaped eyes.

The villain is ruthless and cruel, yet delicate and picturesque.

A beauty like this was standing right in front of her.

It made her a little anxious...

Soon, Feng Qiwu tightened the reins and dismounted.

"Second Miss..." Luyao pushed her and signaled with her eyes.

Wen Ranyan put away the strange look in her eyes and went forward timidly like a puppet being forced to do something unacceptable.

When she walked in front of Feng Qiwu, Wen Ranyan looked up at him, her almond-shaped eyes bright and beautiful, like a little wife quietly waiting for her husband to return in her boudoir.

"...Husband." Wen Ranyan opened her red lips and called out in a clear and sweet voice.

Feng Qiwu: "..."

He glanced at Wen Ranyan, his slender phoenix eyes moving around, unable to tell whether she was happy or angry, or how deep she was.

Wen Ranyan blinked her watery eyes in confusion.

Why don’t you respond?

Could it be that she wasn't pretending to be innocent enough, and her moans weren't soft enough?

"What did you call me just now?" Feng Qiwu stared at her, a teasing look in his sinister eyes.

Wen Ranyan glanced at him quickly, her face flushed with rosy clouds, and she said in a shy voice, "Husband..."

"Who told you to scream like that?" Feng Qiwu suddenly lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him.

Wen Ranyan felt pain, and a pitiful mist suddenly appeared in her almond-shaped eyes.

She subconsciously grabbed the corner of Feng Qiwu's clothes, and in a trance, she seemed to smell a cold fragrance emanating from him.

Smells good tight.

"We're already married, and I thought I could call you that. But... can't I?" Wen Ranyan looked at him steadily, her voice becoming softer and softer, as if coated with a layer of honey.

Feng Qiwu frowned, pressed her thin lips into a straight line, and her eyes were deep, revealing murderous intent.

What tricks is this woman playing?

Her eyes were as gentle and charming as a seductive ghost last night, but today, they were as pure and fragile as a delicate flower that could be broken at a single stroke.

She is truly worthy of being the woman specially sent by Prime Minister Wen.

There are a lot of tricks.

"Do you think it's okay?" Feng Qiwu asked back with narrowed eyes, and his hand subconsciously touched the teardrop mole under her eye.

No matter what, this teardrop mole is really charming and seductive, as if it grew on his heart——