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

The golden lion beast incense burner in the hall was emitting mist, and the thin smoke looked like dream dust.

Wen Ranyan had just woken up, and her eyes seemed to be covered by a layer of gauze, making them hazy and unclear.

But the wolf-like gaze was too compelling, and she couldn't help but look at it a few more times. After seeing who it was, she became even more lazy and relaxed.

Before she could open her mouth, Feng Qiwu grabbed her soft waist and used excessive force to pull her into his arms.

He twisted her slender waist and moved closer to her, making her unable to move.

"The government affairs were dealt with so quickly?"

Wen Ranyan's voice, which had just woken up, had a hint of coquettishness. She still looked tired, and the corners of her eyes were a charming red. Perhaps because she was bound too tightly, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

Then she leaned against him lazily, like a tired and lazy fox, and she was full of clinging soft charm just by raising her eyes.

Feng Qiwu's eyes were terrifyingly deep. His cold white fingers slid up along her soft flesh. Wherever they passed, a tingling sensation spread like water, sweeping through her heart.

The corners of his mouth curved up, and he whispered in her ear, "Yeah."

Just a single note is so burning that it seems to melt people into it.

The tender voice made people's ears soften. Wen Ranyan played with his slender fingers from time to time and asked casually, "What government affairs are you dealing with? Why did you leave in such a hurry just now?"

When talking about government affairs, Feng Qiwu looked a little tired and his expression was a little gloomy.

Thinking of those court officials who were engaged in verbal battles, he curled his lips and sneered, "It's nothing more than a matter between students from aristocratic families and students from poor families. The aristocratic families suppress the poor families and monopolize resources, making it difficult for them to make a name for themselves. The poor students have long been resentful. Today, they had a big fight in the long street because of plagiarism in their handwritten poetry collection, which caused a lot of discussion among the court officials, and their words were all about severe punishment."

The grudge between the poor and the gentry is long-standing. Not only are they suppressed on a daily basis, but sometimes they have to give away their painstaking works. Due to the disparity in their status and background, they dare not speak out but are angry.

Now, the poetry collection incident has become the fuse, and all the humiliation suffered in recent years has burst out and is completely difficult to contain.

There was a riot in the streets today, with children from poor families beating up children from gentry families, causing the gentry families to lose all face. This prompted court officials to advise against it, intending to impose severe punishment.

But the government is not stable now. If we punish the poor students who are full of resentment, we will be making enemies with all the poor students in the world, which is really inappropriate.

"Those court officials will only cause trouble for me."

Feng Qiwu sneered, but the smile did not reach his eyes. His inky dark eyes seemed to fall into a cold ice lake. A cold light gleamed and the sharp blade was unsheathed.

"So what are your plans?" Wen Ranyan rested her head softly on his knees, tilted her head slightly, and looked into his vast and deep black eyes.

The two looked at each other, she did not avoid or evade, her smile became more and more intense and bright.

Feng Qiwu placed his index finger on her red lips. Perhaps because the touch was soft and inviting, he couldn't help but rub and twist them with his fingertips. Only when a red mark was left did he slowly speak.

"You reap what you sow. If he hadn't done all sorts of bad things, how could he have been beaten up like this? You can't beat him, so you send someone to complain. Do you really think I'm such an easy person to talk to?"

"Besides, most of the students from the noble families are too delicate to be of great use. There are many outstanding students among the poor students. If I fulfill the wishes of the ministers, I will be shutting out the talented people. They really treat me as a fool."

The weather in midsummer is unpredictable. The heavy rain just stopped for a while, and now it is drizzling again.

Heavy rain drifted in through the window, soaking the volume of poetry spread out on the table.

Feng Qiwu's voice mixed with the splashing raindrops, as if it came from the underworld, and it instantly chilled people to the bone.

Wen Ranyan looked at him for a long while before curling her lips. There seemed to be a strange light in her eyes. "Severe punishment is indeed a stupid move, and the resentment between the nobles and the poor will only intensify in the future. If we want to calm this farce, we may be able to solve the problem from the root."

In response, her slender waist was fastened even tighter. Feng Qiwu's eyes were fiery and dark, as if she was looking at prey.

Wen Ranyan's eyes flushed red, and she couldn't help but lean over and cling to both sides of his neck.

Feng Qiwu gently touched her nose and asked in a tender voice, "How can we solve the problem from the root?"

Wen Ranyan smiled more deeply, rubbing him like a cat, and then said, "Because the noble families are domineering and monopolizing resources, it is difficult for poor students to succeed. In this case, we might as well set up a special school for students to study. The new school established by the emperor will not distinguish between high and low families, noble and humble, and both men and women can enroll."

She looked at his expression and said, "When we have learned enough, we can select officials through the imperial examination system. Only those with the best scores can become officials. If any invigilator dares to cheat for personal gain, he will be executed directly to serve as a warning to others."

Feng Qiwu seemed to be listening intently and did not make any statement.

Wen Ranyan gently entangled a strand of black hair on his shoulder, with a hint of temptation in her eyes, "You are the emperor now, why don't you let go and do something big?"