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

The bells and drums rang, and the music and rituals continued.

While the court officials were still shrouded in sorrow, Feng Qiwu had already left the Hall of Supreme Harmony and walked down the palace steps with a stern figure.

The glow of dawn spread across the entire palace wall, the light and shadows of the red gate stretched out in an interlaced manner, Feng Qiuwu was immersed in the brilliant light, her black hair fluttered, her dragon robe rippled, her whole body exuded an innate dignity and majesty, and she was full of elegance and grace.

He walked particularly slowly, and every step he took seemed to overlap with the passing wind and snow.

But no matter how rough and thorny the past was, it could not shake his heart. He still had a sharp look and a heart as steady as the sea, standing still.

After walking up dozens of long steps, he looked back and had a feeling as if he had sailed through thousands of mountains.

But before he could think too much, a teasing laugh came to his ears, like the sweet fragrance of flowers, wrapped in a bit of charming temptation.

"We just had a fierce verbal battle." Wen Ranyan lifted her skirt and came forward with a smile.

Feng Qiwu had already walked to the corridor, and when he turned around he was met with her smiling face.

Wen Ranyan was standing in the corridor, her eyes charming, her gaze bright, her lips full of smiles, she had a naturally good complexion.

She was covered in a red dress, her waist was as slender as a willow, her shoulders were as sharp as a sword, and the tassels in her hair swayed gently in the wind, making him feel itchy and a little distracted.

Feng Qiwu was absent-minded and silent for a moment before he spoke slowly, "Because their interests have been affected, verbal disputes are inevitable, but so what? I am the master of the world and the decision maker."

These words were full of domineering and sharpness, just like his willful temperament.

He has always been a flamboyant and unruly person. Now that he has ascended to the throne, he is naturally even more unrestrained. He acts more vigorously and vigorously, and no one can stop him.

The old system has long been outdated, and someone has to promote the new system, and this new system will surely lead Beilang to another higher realm. This road is difficult, and he dares to do things that no one else dares to do.

Wen Ranyan raised her head and looked at him from this angle. It seemed as if his entire body was glowing. For a moment, even the vast blazing light could not match one ten-thousandth of him.

"I thought you would propose this change later, but I didn't expect it to be so swift and decisive."

She curled her lips into a beaming smile, standing in the blazing light, her skirt fluttering slightly, golden bells swaying, she was so charming that she could take people's hearts away.

Feng Qiwu hooked a strand of silk around her waist, her eyes sparkling as she smiled and said, "Such a good day of universal celebration is the most reasonable and appropriate to announce this change. We are already happy, and now we are even happier."

The falcon sitting on the branch suddenly flapped its wings, soared into the sky, circled in the sky, and made bursts of whistling sounds.

The cry penetrated the entire palace wall, and its heaviness carried a force that shocked everyone, as if it was celebrating the arrival of a new master.

"You are happy, but others are worried." She glanced over and saw that the ministers were still standing in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, as if they had suffered a great blow and had not yet recovered.

Feng Qiwu sneered, "Then let them worry a little more. After being happy for so long, they will have to pay it back in the end."

Wen Ranyan just smiled without saying a word. After a while, the two walked away hand in hand, their clothes tangled in the breeze.

The dazzling light permeates the body, and all the hardships of the past are completely eliminated at this moment. Everything in the future is filled with vivid colors, which are brighter and more dazzling than the scorching sun.

In the distant sky, a bright crescent moon rises from the glazed eaves. The coronation ceremony has been completed and the palace banquet is about to begin.

The sound of the ritual bells had stopped at some point, and the melodious sounds of stringed instruments were penetrating and wandering throughout the palace walls. Dancers were dancing on drums, tapping their feet on the drums, dancing to the rhythm, as graceful as the wind.

The palace banquet was held in the Yuzhao Palace, and all officials attended with their families.

Everyone had a worried look on their faces, and were still frightened, but they were also afraid that the emperor would notice and cause trouble, so they couldn't help but pull up the corners of their mouths to reveal a smile that was uglier than crying. Only Master Shen and Lord Chu smiled sincerely, without any worried look on their faces caused by the new system.

The two of them raised their glasses and drank, which livened up the atmosphere in the hall. For a while, they toasted each other and it was very lively.

When the atmosphere in the hall had reached its climax, Wen Ranyan finally arrived.

She was wearing a red satin brocade dress inlaid with gorgeous gold threads. She walked with swaying steps, looking graceful and elegant. Her eyebrows and eyes seemed a little tired, but her small face was rosy and plump, and the corners of her eyes were thick and smoky, like a delicate flower that had drunk enough sweet rain and dew, tender and tempting.

It was still early just now, and Feng Qiwu was holding her and tossing her around. The corners of her lips and the sides of her neck were almost broken, and there were marks left. She applied a light layer of powder to cover them up a little.

Just as she was about to sit down, she heard a clear and gentle female voice.

"Hello, madam."

Wen Ranyan paused and looked back.

What comes into view is a young girl in gorgeous brocade clothes. The light color combination is particularly fresh. A few velvet flowers are inserted diagonally on her hair. A tassel hairpin with flowers is hanging down and rippling slightly, like clear water waves wandering around her body.

A face like a lotus emerging from the water, with a beautiful figure, moist deer eyes, and pure liveliness when blinking, revealing a different kind of cuteness.

Her face was unfamiliar, and Wen Ranyan found it difficult to identify her, but Zhou Xuzhi was standing next to her, and their eyebrows and eyes were slightly similar, so she guessed that she was also from Duke Zhou's mansion.

"I am the second lady of Duke Zhou's mansion, Zhou Wantang." As if she had noticed Wen Ranyan's confusion, Zhou Wantang revealed her identity with a smile.

After hearing this, Wen Ranyan smiled and said, "It turned out to be Miss Zhou Er."

As she spoke, she subconsciously glanced at Zhou Xuzhi and quickly saw some clues.

Zhou Xuzhi was dignified and elegant, but his clothes were relatively simple. Zhou Wantang was lively and well-behaved, and she wore clothes made of new materials from the capital that were in short supply. The difference in their status in the mansion was immediately apparent.

But Zhou Xuzhi is clearly the legitimate daughter. She looked so glorious when she performed the dance that day, so why is she so unhappy in private?

Noticing her gaze, Zhou Weizhi lowered his brows and could not help but move behind the crowd.

Zhou Wantang looked talkative, and moved a little closer, saying with a smile: "Sister always said that Madam is peerless, and today I am lucky enough to see that it is true."

Wen Ranyan had not yet been canonized, and considering that the new emperor doted on her, she was respectfully addressed as Madam.

Zhou Wantang has a lot of social activities on weekdays and loves to attend mansion banquets. He has met Wen Ranyan once before.

But because she was born out of wedlock in the Prime Minister's mansion, came from the countryside, had a low social status, and was married to the Rakshasa Shura Feng Qiwu, people kept their distance from her, and that's why they had no intention of making friends with her.

Now, Feng Qiwu has unexpectedly transformed himself into the new emperor of Beilang, and is even intending to enthrone Wen Ranyan as his queen. A person who was originally of low status has risen to prominence, and this gap is really unpleasant.

Seeing her eyes rolling, Wen Ranyan knew that she had ulterior motives, and said more casually, "The second young lady is also cute and lovely."

Zhou Wantang smiled sweetly, "Madam, you are too kind."

As she spoke, she quietly looked at Wen Ranyan a few more times, and the smile in her eyes suddenly faded a little.