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

The light and shadow in the hall were dim and lingering, illuminating the two people stacked on top of each other.

A hazy figure was projected on the window paper, and the indescribable spring love spread, making the hall hot and humid.

Wen Ranyan struggled subconsciously, but in return he held her tighter.

Feng Qiwu kissed fiercely and violently, her dark phoenix eyes were filled with terrifying aggression and the brutal plundering of a ferocious wolf.

Just now in the dungeon, he was bewitched by her and lost his mind, but due to the presence of the jailer, he could only suppress this passion.

But now there were only two of them present, and he couldn't help but follow his heart and demand without limit.

"release--"

Wen Ranyan's eyes turned red from his repeated kisses, and a soft whisper escaped from her lips.

The chirping of cicadas outside the palace was like an intoxicating medicine, making the bright moon feel shy.

"Louder, I like to hear it."

Feng Qiwu twisted her chin and stroked her lips with his index finger. He then pried her teeth open with force and stirred gently with his fingertips, swallowing up all her moans.

Wen Ranyan raised her head and met his eyes full of desire. She deliberately held back and said nothing, but stared at him with her charming eyes, making people feel more and more itchy.

Knowing that she did it on purpose, Feng Qiwu couldn't help but bite her collarbone maliciously.

"Are you born in the year of the dog?" Wen Ranyan felt pain and struggled even more.

During the shoving and struggling, she turned around and suddenly pushed Feng Qiwu onto the table. The loud movement almost knocked over the glass candlestick beside her.

Wen Ranyan put the glass candlestick steadily in place, and sat sideways on the table. Her messy hair swept across her slightly open collar, revealing her fair skin full of radiance. She lowered her eyes, staring at Feng Qiwu who was pressed down below.

"Call me a dog, huh?"

Feng Qiwu leaned forward slightly, his hands wrapped around the belt around her waist, his eyes, already filled with lust, now burned like a raging sea, surging endlessly.

"Isn't it the dog that bites people?" Wen Ranyan raised her eyebrows, her beautiful eyes full of mischief.

Feng Qiwu didn't get angry but laughed instead, and just hooked her laces and played with them.

He played with it for a long while without any intention of untying it. His technique was like drawing on her flesh through clothes, wandering and winding inch by inch, making people's hearts itch.

Looking at his slender fingers, Wen Ranyan frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable.

His fingertips were wrapped with laces, which were white with a hint of red, and were stained with an extremely bright color.

Wen Ranyan was about to step back when she caught a glimpse of a bright yellow dragon robe placed on the side. It was placed in a brocade box. The dragon pattern embroidered on it was lifelike, and under the bright lights, it seemed as if it would soar into the sky in the next second.

"Is this the new dragon robe made by the Garment Bureau?" She reached out and gently stroked the dragon pattern. Instantly, the smooth and cool texture spread across her fingertips. "Is this what I'm going to wear at the coronation ceremony?"

Seeing that her attention was drawn, Feng Qiwu frowned slightly, "It should be."

As he spoke, he hooked the string and gently pulled it. In an instant, the beauty's thin red dress fell to her waist. Her crystal skin was covered with a layer of halo from the lights, which made people's hearts flutter for a moment.

Wen Ranyan subconsciously lifted it up, "Don't make trouble, don't you want to try this dragon robe? If the size is not suitable, you can quickly modify it."

Feng Qiwu was dissatisfied and pulled her down a little more, "Don't try, aren't you busy right now?"

Wen Ranyan met his burning gaze and said with a bright smile: "But I want to see it."

After saying this, she hooked her hands around his neck and whispered seductive words into his ear, speaking with confidence.

Feng Qiwu felt his throat tighten, but he couldn't persuade her. After looking at her deeply for a few times, he slowly stood up. He was dismissive of the dragon robe that others dreamed of wearing.

The dragon robe is exquisitely made of fine materials, and is also very complicated to wear, requiring a lot of effort.

"how?"

Feng Qiwu usually didn't like being served by others and preferred to do everything himself, so even the complicated dragon robe inside and out did not bother him and he had it on in just a few cups of tea.

When he walked out from behind the screen, the tassels in his hair bumped into each other, making a pleasant and crisp sound, which quickly attracted Wen Ranyan's attention.

"Very impressive." Wen Ranyan's eyes became brighter and brighter.

The bright yellow color sets off his skin tone particularly well. His cold white skin is like a piece of white jade glass, gorgeous and rich, but the embroidered dragon patterns demonstrate the majesty of the imperial power, and a sense of imperial supremacy permeates the air.

He stood with his hands behind his back under the brilliant light, with a boundless aura surrounding him. Just a glance was like he was overlooking the universe, with a disdainful look and a domineering attitude.

He has a good-looking appearance to begin with, and now that he is wearing the dragon robe, he is even more attractive.

Wen Ranyan stared at him intently, her scorching eyes becoming increasingly intense, sparkling and somewhat creepy.

She stepped forward, her fingertips unconsciously covering his waistband, stroking for a while before sliding down to his spine, winding lightly from top to bottom, quietly bringing up a series of soft feelings.

Feng Qiwu's back stiffened slightly, and he suddenly grasped her wrist, his voice hoarse, "What do you want to do?"

"Of course, they want to offend the emperor and get their hands on His Majesty—"

Wen Ranyan's red lips curled up, with a confused light in her eyes, and her ambition could no longer be hidden.

Not expecting her to say that, Feng Qiwu was silent for a moment, then suddenly grabbed her slender waist, his eyes flickering with a dark light, his wild ambitions not concealed at all.

Wen Ranyan straightened up and kissed him directly on the lips.

The hall was instantly filled with the warmth of spring and beauty.

This commotion lasted until midnight, and only gradually subsided when the night watchman sounded.

The next day, Wen Ranyan didn't get up until noon.

Feng Qiwu had finished his government affairs, and when he returned to the palace, he saw Wen Ranyan leaning against the west window, quietly eating a bowl of iced lotus seed soup, the soup dyed her small lips bright red and plump.

He couldn't help but move forward and take a light peck. He soon tasted the sweetness of the lotus seed soup. "Leaving the palace now?"

Wen Ranyan wiped the corners of her lips and responded with a smile, "Let's go."

The two of them quietly left the palace without being noticed.

The Changjie Market is always bustling these days, with flowers blooming luxuriantly on the street, people living in harmony and laughing, creating a scene of prosperity and wealth.

Wen Ranyan had been away from Beilang for a long time. Today, when she was shopping in the market, she found that some shops had been closed for a long time, but now they had been taken over by others and new shops had been opened.

There are a few old shops that are still open and have a constant stream of customers.

Noticing her gaze, Feng Qiwu leaned down and whispered to her.

"Do you know who owns these shops?"

Wen Ranyan shook her head. She really didn't know, "Who is it?"

The white light reflected in Feng Qiwu's eyes. He smiled, as if he was not smiling, "They are all shops of Duke Zhou's mansion. You see, the business is so prosperous, so they should be able to make a lot of money."

After hearing this, Wen Ranyan began to think.

When she heard the name of Duke Zhou's Mansion, she immediately thought of the Duke's daughter, Zhou Xuzhi, who had performed a dance at the welcoming banquet and then used wild flowers to describe people in the imperial garden to humiliate her.

"I heard that the Duke's Mansion is getting worse with each generation. In the current generation, they can only do business occasionally to barely cover the expenses of the mansion. But if these shops are so prosperous, how could they be so poor?"

Wen Ranyan pondered for a moment, and a sharp light flashed across his eyes.