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

Feng Qiwu had amazing hearing ability. When he heard Sijin gossiping, he glanced at her and said in a cold voice, "It's all the court officials who are acting on their own. It has nothing to do with me."

Si Jin shrank back and lowered her brows respectfully.

"It doesn't matter?" Wen Ranyan looked towards the center of the hall. Perhaps she was interested, so she curled her red lips playfully and said, "It matters now."

A new group of dancers appeared in the center of the hall, and the music played by the musician became more melodious. A woman started dancing to the music, her clothes fluttering. She stood out among the other dancers.

She has a slim figure, and is covered in a light pink dress. She is like the most beautiful spring peach after a rain. She is so tender that she can be broken with a light touch. She is as delicate as water, and can easily make people feel heartache and care for her.

The music around the beams suddenly changed. The woman twirled her flowery fingers, her slender waist was flexible, and her long, straight legs were gently raised and slightly bent.

In an instant, the layered gauze skirt fluttered, and the peach blossoms embroidered on the hem seemed to come alive, exuding a fragrance and being gorgeous and dazzling.

Wen Ranyan gently shook the wine cup, and with a smile glanced at Feng Qiwu, half teasingly said: "Not only are there many noble ladies, with perfume and powder filling the air, they even brought their own performances. The dancing was so beautiful that even I was tempted."

From jewelry to clothes, everything about this woman was exquisite and gorgeous, with details everywhere and everything extraordinary. One could tell at a glance that she was not an ordinary dancer, but a lady of a distinguished family.

"Thank you for your hard work." Seeing that he kept silent, Wen Ranyan sighed with a smile.

"Click——"

It was the sound of a wine cup suddenly cracking.

Wen Ranyan looked back subconsciously and saw that the wine cup in Feng Qiwu's hand had already turned into powder, and the wine was dripping from her fingertips.

His phoenix eyes reflected gorgeous light and fire, which flickered and frightened people for a moment.

"I hate people who make decisions on their own." His eyes were cold and his voice was low and gloomy. "If you like, why not let her come to your palace and serve as a maid?"

Wen Ranyan smiled and declined: "No, I can't afford it."

The wine covered his fingers, but Feng Qiwu had no intention of wiping them off. However, when Wen Ranyan looked at him, he stretched out his fingers intentionally or unintentionally, and the wine on them was clearly visible, with obvious meaning.

Wen Ranyan understood and took out a handkerchief to wipe it clean.

She gently twisted his fingertips, her movements gentle and winding, her slightly drooping eyelashes fluttering like a butterfly, revealing a pair of bewitching eyes, and her skin was as delicate as water.

Feng Qiwu looked at it intently, his eyes burning like ink.

Wen Ranyan suddenly raised her eyes, and they looked at each other, their emotions entangled like threads, and the beauty gradually increased, as if there was no room for anything else.

The two looked at each other in a sticky and explicit manner. The court officials had never seen such shameless behavior before, so they naturally couldn't stand it and couldn't help whispering.

At that time, the music and singing were endless, and suddenly it reached its climax.

The woman in the light pink dress turned sideways, her skirt opened wide like a flower in full bloom, and the tulle covering her face was blown away by the wind.

In a moment, a delicate face as pink and beautiful as peach blossoms came into everyone's eyes. Her eyebrows were like willow leaves, her skin was like cream, she was wearing alluring peach blossom makeup, and there was a thin layer of powder under her eyes. When she looked at people, she looked full of life and was shy and moving.

Delicate women are the most sympathetic type.

Wen Ranyan drank the wine without much concern. The woman looked unfamiliar and he didn't know which family she was from.

Perhaps seeing her confusion, Sijin came closer and whispered, "This is the eldest daughter of Duke Zhou. She doesn't like crowds and stays in her boudoir all the time. But today, for some reason, she suddenly showed up and offered a dance."

The Duke's family are the founding heroes, they have been generals for generations and their titles are inherited, but good generals are hard to come by, and each generation in their lineage is weaker than the previous one.

By the time of Duke Zhou's generation, there were no more military generals to be found, so they could only rely on the achievements left by their ancestors to survive, and occasionally do some business to maintain daily expenses. Even so, the family business gradually declined, and now it is deserted and no one is interested in it.

After hearing this, Wen Ranyan's smile deepened: "The new emperor has ascended the throne, and the position of empress is vacant. Naturally, I want to fight for it."

If we do not fight for it and allow it to decline, in a few years there may no longer be a Duke's Mansion in the capital.

But if she wins the fight and becomes the most distinguished woman in Beilang, the Duke's Mansion can regain its glory, the younger generations in the family can also benefit from it, and the lost connections can be gathered together. From then on, she can rise rapidly and no longer be looked down upon by others.

Although the Duke's Mansion is now just an empty shell, this inherited title is still coveted by others. With such a family background, the girl from the Zhou family is naturally qualified to compete for it.

Sijin couldn't help but roll her eyes: "What are you arguing about? It's a waste of effort."

Their Majesty had a wife who was married in a formal ceremony before he ascended the throne, and the couple loved each other very much and lived in harmony. The throne of queen should be occupied by the wife, so how could it be the turn of someone else?

Every song and dance nowadays is in vain.

Wen Ranyan glanced at her, smiled and said nothing.

When the Zhou family girl finished her dance, the other noble ladies also tried their best to dance.

The singing of orioles, the graceful music of pianos, the majestic calligraphy...all appear before people, making people intoxicated.

Only Feng Qiwu had a bone-chilling coldness in his eyes, and he was not intoxicated at all. He squinted his eyes and leaned sideways, looking lazy, as if he was daydreaming.

Seeing that his six senses were so pure, the ladies couldn't help feeling discouraged, with disappointment written all over their faces.

Feng Qiwu turned a blind eye and shook his wine cup boredly, his face showing growing impatience. It was obvious that he found the banquet boring and he was getting more and more annoyed.

uninteresting.

This throne is so boring.

If he wasn't annoyed by Helian Xiao, why would he suffer this?

Feng Qiwu put down the wine cup. He was used to indulging himself in the past, so he didn't want to waste time at the banquet. He directly took Wen Ranyan's hand and turned to leave.

The court officials wanted to persuade him again, but they could see his eyes were as dark as thick ink, just like the frost and snow hidden in the fog in winter, full of danger.

All the words of advice were stuck in their throats, and the court officials could only watch the emperor go away.

As soon as they left, the banquet lost its former liveliness and gradually became deserted.

The moon is at its zenith, the stars are as blazing as fire, and the palace bells under the eaves ring in the wind, extending out a long and ancient rhythm.

Feng Qiwu was holding a palace lantern, and the two of them walked into the corridor, with the palace lantern illuminating the road ahead.

There was a gentle breeze, and the flowers and trees on both sides swayed with the wind. Their swaying shadows were reflected on the painted stone wall beside, like a landscape ink painting, filling half of it.

Wen Ranyan looked at this unfamiliar road and couldn't help asking, "This isn't the way to the bedroom. Where are you taking me?"

Feng Qiwu lowered his eyes to look at her. The glow of the palace lanterns reflected in his eyes, and her gorgeous face, as bright as a colorful flower, became even clearer at this moment.

He smiled and said, "Guess."