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

The warm sunlight made Wen Ranyan's face look translucent and fair, and her cheeks turned rosy.

The wind blows the leaves, which sway gently like ripples on the water or like lotus flowers blooming in the pond.

The ripples disturbed Feng Qiwu's mind.

The ministers were still arguing, repeating the same words over and over again like monks chanting sutras. Feng Qiwu no longer had the heart to listen to their nonsense, and his eyes were all on Wen Ranyan.

There is a special kind of charm in looking at the beauty through the window. The light golden mist seems to have coated her body with a layer of brilliance. I don’t know how long she has been standing there, and I don’t know how much of the verbal battles in the imperial study have been heard.

Perhaps sensing the burning gaze, Wen Ranyan turned his head and looked through the window.

In an instant, their eyes met.

Wen Ranyan smiled, obviously having heard what the ministers said. However, she was not angry. Instead, she was in high interest, as if she was listening to a storyteller.

They looked at each other for a while, and then turned and left under Feng Qiwu's gaze that was as scorching as the sun.

When she left, her fluttering skirt was like a dancing butterfly, flying into his heart.

Feng Qiwu stared at her back deeply. After she walked away, the annoying voice was still ringing in his ears, making his face change color.

"His Majesty?"

Seeing that he was in a trance, the ministers couldn't help but call out to him a few times.

Feng Qiwu looked worried, his eyes as cold as a sharp blade, and he said slowly, "Besides these, do you have anything else to report?"

The ministers from the aristocratic families looked at each other and shook their heads subconsciously.

The offspring of concubines are of paramount importance. The more offspring there are, the more stable the country will be. Apart from these, they have nothing else to discuss.

Feng Qiwu stood up, not wanting to listen to their chatter anymore, and coldly interrupted them: "I still say that, I can appoint whoever I want as the queen, this is not a request but an order, if any of you are dissatisfied, you can go outside and kill yourself, it has nothing to do with me."

Seeing their gloomy and sad faces, he said slowly, "Since there is nothing else to do, let's go."

After he finished speaking, he left the imperial study with his hands behind his back without waiting for the ministers to say anything.

The wind blew his clothes, and the rustling sound blended into the wind, leaving only the majesty and oppression that could not be concealed in the room.

Even though his figure had already walked away, the chilly feeling still pierced everyone's heart like a sword. The ministers dared to be angry but not to speak out, thinking that he would do something wrong again in the future, their faces immediately became even bleaker.

Feng Qiwu was a heretic who always behaved strangely. Now that he had ascended the throne, he became even more unscrupulous, which was really worrying.

The scorching sun made it hot and blinding outside the hall, and the heat waves surged like the wind, slanting in through the carved window paper.

As soon as Wen Ranyan returned to the bedroom, she asked Sijin to lower the bamboo curtain on the window.

Sijin responded by rolling down the bamboo curtain, and the hall became much cooler.

She took some ice from the steward and placed it in the hall. Suddenly it was like early spring and it was no longer possible to get prickly heat.

Wen Ranyan lay comfortably on the chaise longue. Sijin prepared some iced drinks for her, and she tasted them from time to time. Such days were leisurely, comfortable, and happy.

When Feng Qiwu walked in with a flick of her sleeves, she saw her with a lazy look on her face, drinking an ice drink.

It was actually more comfortable than for him as the emperor.

Thinking about the mountains of memorials in the imperial study and the chattering of courtiers during the daily court sessions, Feng Qiwu's face changed again and again, and he could not hide the annoyance on his face.

After only a few days, he felt that the days were passing by so slowly that even the red clothes he was wearing had become somewhat duller.

"Poor thing, you've only been emperor for a few days, how come you look a little older?" Wen Ranyan put down her ice drink, looked up and teased him.

Feng Qiwu paused and frowned, obviously taking it seriously. He subconsciously looked towards the bronze mirror.

This face is still handsome and beautiful, without any trace of haggardness or oldness.

It was obvious that he was lying.

Feng Qiwu strode forward and pressed his hot body against him.

He leaned over and twisted her chin with both hands. The delicate soft flesh leaked out from between his fingers. His red lips were half opened, and her white teeth and pink flesh were clearly visible.

"You're trying to trick me, aren't you?" Feng Qiwu moved a little closer, his sharp, cold and burning phoenix eyes fixed on her. His thin lips curled slightly, and in an instant, a sharp edge as if in confrontation flowed out.

Wen Ranyan smiled happily, with tiny lights flickering in her eyes. She wanted to speak, but her chin was held, so she could only whimper, and her delicate skin suddenly turned red.

"If you don't want to talk properly, forget it with your tongue." Feng Qiwu's eyes were covered with a dark light and there was a hint of mischief on the corner of his mouth.

He took advantage of the situation and pressed down, blocking the sound of her breaking as if as a punishment, stirring and turning her fiercely and violently, and soon she tasted the coolness and sweetness left over from the ice drink.

It was like the sweet dew after the rain, so delicious that it instantly raised his ambitions to the peak.

The sudden surge made Wen Ranyan's eyes turn red and her face turned red. Her tiny sounds were completely swallowed up by him, and she didn't even have a chance to utter a single sound.

After a moment, she felt a numbing pain in her mouth. She reached out to push him, but he held her tighter.

The two of them were pressed against each other, and the scorching heat was transmitted through the thin fabric, as if it could roast them.

"Do you dare to lie to me again?"

Feng Qiwu finally stopped what he was doing, and stared at her with deep, playful eyes, a strong sense of humor flowing through her.

"Of course..." Wen Ranyan rolled her eyes and deliberately prolonged the ending tone, "How dare you?"

Without waiting for his reaction, she climbed onto his shoulders, buried her head in the side of his neck, and bit him again, as if in deliberate revenge.

In response to her, Feng Qiwu squeezed even tighter, his large hands wrapped around her slender waist, twisting and kneading her, as if he wanted to tear her bones apart and eat her.

After a while, Wen Ranyan leaned over to whisper in his ear, "You wanted to grant me the throne, but the ministers all disagreed. It seems that even if I ascend the throne, I can't do whatever I want."

"You heard it all." Feng Qiwu held the back of her neck. The crisscrossing red marks on her neck made his eyes darken.

Wen Ranyan smiled, "It's so loud, I'm not deaf."

Feng Qiwu changed his attitude and stroked her long hair on the back. The silky soft touch spread. He sneered, "Don't worry about what those ministers say. If I insist on doing this, what can they do? They are just too idle and noisy. Let them do more work and they will behave themselves."

He spoke in a leisurely tone as if he was joking, but the cold murderous intent spreading deep in his eyes seemed to be able to crush everything in an instant.

He meant what he said, and if those ministers insisted on disobeying him, he didn't mind staining the court with blood.

"Make me the queen..." Wen Ranyan's red lips moved, as if she wanted to say something but stopped herself.

If he insisted, she wouldn't mind sitting in the back seat.

After all, things that you have never experienced before always feel new and novel. If you feel unhappy after experiencing them, just stop doing it.

Seeing her hesitating, Feng Qiwu frowned and spoke in a sinister voice.

"What, you don't want to be?"