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

A gust of night wind suddenly blew violently, causing the lotus flowers in the pond of the Imperial Garden to sway continuously. The lotus flowers were reflected on the water, and their reflections were rippling slightly.

Watching the lotus under the moon is so beautiful.

Wen Ranyan leaned forward slightly and bit his left shoulder. The force was not too strong, but it still left a mark on his porcelain-white skin.

Feng Qiwu's clothes were slightly open, his forehead was sweaty, his slightly wet black hair stuck to his shoulders, and under the dark darkness there was still an indescribable messy color, like the most bewitching male demon in the forest under the moon.

His breathing was already disordered, and his scarlet eyes subconsciously glanced at the teeth marks on his left shoulder. The sweat on his forehead dripped down, wetting his clothes.

While he was distracted, Wen Ranyan suddenly grabbed his wrist, turned her body to the side, and took the initiative.

The world spun around and the two people's positions suddenly changed.

Feng Qiwu was trapped on the dragon throne, his black hair spread out in disarray, his wet clothes opened even wider, he was originally a plunderer but now he was like a lamb to be slaughtered, his beauty was a feast for the eyes.

But his hands were still clasping Wen Ranyan's slender waist, his dark eyes were unfathomable, and he seemed not to be at a disadvantage.

Wen Ranyan sat diagonally on the armrest of the dragon head, legs crossed, hands clasped on his shoulders, pressing him hard against the dragon chair, leaving him no room at all.

"Or do you want to try something else?" Feng Qiwu opened her thin lips and laughed hotly.

"I'm in a hurry. I don't want to play or try..."

Wen Ranyan looked into his burning eyes, smiled and spoke as she freed herself from his restraints like a spirit swallow.

Feng Qiwu stretched out his hand to grab her, but only touched the corner of her clothes. When he looked up again, he saw that she had already retreated a hundred meters away. The smile in her eyes was full of temptation, but she didn't let anyone taste it.

It makes people itch more and more.

Feng Qiwu raised her body slightly, her eyes frighteningly deep.

"Go and have fun by yourself." Wen Ranyan turned his back and waved his hands twice in a casual manner, "I'm too tired from the banquet. I'm going back to the bedroom first."

She turned her back, her skirt fluttering, and it seemed as if she was carrying the wind as she walked.

Feng Qiwu picked up the robe on the ground and put it on, then followed leisurely with his hands behind his back. It hurt from the bump on the dragon throne, but the chairs and couches in the hall were very soft.

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The next day.

The delicate flowers in the imperial garden are in full bloom, and it's tempting to come and admire them.

Wen Ranyan went to bed late last night and was exhausted from all the rest. Now Sijin dragged her here to enjoy the flowers. She was lazily bathing in the sunlight and kept dozing off.

The two of them sat in the pavilion in the garden. The flowers outside the pavilion were colorful and decorated with exquisite colorful stones. In the hot summer day, it was as gorgeous and dazzling as the clouds.

Sijin prepared herbal tea, cakes and candied fruits, which she took out one by one from the food box.

"Madam, are you so sleepy today because you were tired from the banquet yesterday?" Sijin poured a cup of herbal tea and handed it to her.

Hearing the voice, Wen Ranyan slowly opened her eyes and said lazily, "Guess."

She sat casually, brushing aside the long hair that hung on her shoulders. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the red marks on the side of her neck were exposed. The sunlight was full of ambiguity, and the mischief in her eyes could no longer be hidden.

Sijin thought of something, her face suddenly turned red, and she moved her eyes away shyly.

As if a prank had succeeded, Wen Ranyan continued to joke and casually picked up the herbal tea and took a sip.

In the imperial garden shrouded in strong sunlight, it was extremely quiet, with only the occasional chirping of cicadas dispelling the loneliness.

Wen Ranyan drank the herbal tea, then picked up a candied fruit and put it in her mouth to taste it. Suddenly, she heard a woman's oriole-like voice.

From far to near, it gradually becomes clearer.

Wen Ranyan looked in the direction of the voice and saw a woman in goose yellow brocade walking towards her. She had a turquoise silk ribbon hanging down her waist, outlining her slender waist. Her shoulders were thin and her figure was graceful. Her beautiful face was like jade after rain, moving and likable.

She had sharp eyes and recognized at a glance that this was the daughter of the Duke's Mansion who had danced last night.

But the defense of this palace is so weak that any woman can roam around in the imperial garden?

Seeing her confusion, Sijin explained, "After the death of the previous emperor, the queen mother stayed in Shou'an Palace. The master didn't want to kill such a weak old woman, so he kept her for the time being. I heard that the previous emperor's queen mother was close to the Duke's Mansion. I think she summoned the girl from the Zhou family."

Wen Ranyan raised an eyebrow. When the previous emperor was in power, the empress dowager had never shown up. She spent the whole day in the palace eating vegetarian food, chanting Buddhist scriptures, and appreciating flowers and playing with birds.

Now her mind has become more active. Is she afraid that Feng Qiwu will come back and take her life?

So you want to find a woman to restrain him?

Seeing Wen Ranyan remained silent, Sijin thought she was worried, and couldn't help but comfort her: "Madam, don't worry, you are the wife that the master married before he ascended the throne. No one else is qualified to compete for the position of queen except you."

There was a gleam in Wen Ranyan's eyes and her smile was particularly charming.

The rear position?

She really never cared about it.

I don't know if it was the voice that attracted the daughter of the Duke's Mansion. I saw her look into the pavilion, then walked over, fanning herself gently. Her steps were light, and the tassel hairpin in her hair swayed slightly, like ripples on the lake, swaying beautifully and comfortingly.

After all, she is a girl from a noble family, with good manners and nothing can fault her.

When they reached the pavilion, Zhou Weizhi paused for a moment and looked at Wen Ranyan calmly. After a moment, she nodded slightly and bowed slightly: "Hello, Madam."

She then said, "It is hot and humid in the Imperial Garden today. Can I ask Madam for a glass of water?"

"Please sit down." Wen Ranyan looked at her with great interest, but didn't really believe that she was just here to ask for water. "Sijin, pour some water."

Sijin filled a cup and handed it over: "Miss Zhou, please."

Zhou Xuzhi took it with both hands, but just put it on the table without moving a word: "I have heard about Madam's elegance for a long time, and today I see that she is indeed dazzling."

Wen Ranyan looked up in surprise: "I didn't know that my reputation outside was so good."

She thought it was just a name for a witch.

It was just a few polite words, but he didn't expect that she actually took it seriously. Zhou Xuzhi couldn't help but look at Wen Ranyan a few more times, a smile spread across the corners of his mouth, and he found another topic in the blink of an eye.

"The Imperial Garden is full of flowers. Madam, are you also like me, dazzled and mesmerized by the flowers?"

Wen Ranyan played with the cup and looked at her with increasing surprise, as if she were looking at a delightful little object: "It is."

I was so fascinated that I took several naps.

Zhou Xuzhi was unaware of this and continued to talk with a hint of contempt, "All along the way, I saw precious flowers, but the small mountain chrysanthemums growing in the cracks made me look at them a few more times."

"Oh? What attracted you?"

Wen Ranyan took a lazy glance and saw the small mountain chrysanthemums growing in the cracks, welcoming the phoenix and emitting fragrance. They bloomed among thousands of bright flowers and were not inferior to each other. They had a novel beauty.