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

Zhou Wantang originally thought that a concubine's daughter from the countryside would be rough-skinned and have a simple and honest appearance.

But who would have thought that she had such a beautiful complexion, skin as delicate as jade, black hair as silky as satin, and a beautiful face.

Especially those bright black eyes, when they glance around, they are full of charm and captivating.

It looks exactly like the mountain spirits and monsters depicted in the miscellaneous notes.

Zhou Wantang felt jealous, perhaps because she was spoiled too much at home, her expression showed her likes and dislikes, and her pair of deer eyes were wide open as if a little dazed.

"Sister, father is waiting for us to come over." Zhou Xuzhi was afraid that she would offend the nobleman, so he plucked up the courage to remind her and quietly pulled her sleeve.

Zhou Wantang was unaware, his eyes were still blank, and his expression was full of joy and anger.

Wen Ranyan was in no hurry to leave. She looked at them leisurely, her voice soft and somewhat lingering, "The second young lady seems to be in a bad mood. Is there anything else?"

Zhou Wantang realized that she had lost her composure, and immediately suppressed her emotions, and smiled again, "It's because my madam is so beautiful that I was stunned for a moment and lost my composure. My madam will not blame me for offending you, right?"

"Miss Zhou Er, you're worrying too much." Wen Ranyan's voice was still pleasant, but her eyes were strangely cold, as if she was looking at some random cat or dog, which was strange and creepy.

Zhou Wantang felt a chill down his spine, and he couldn't quite describe the feeling.

Seeing that time was wasting too long, Si Jin stepped out and reminded her, "Miss Zhou Er, our wife is going to the banquet, so you should return to your seat as soon as possible."

She said this in a tactful way, but any intelligent person could tell that she was trying to shirk responsibility and drive people away.

Zhou Wantang's embarrassment reappeared. Zhou Xuzhi was afraid that innocent people would be implicated, so he smiled and said before she could speak: "Then we two sisters will return to our seats first. Madam, please take your seat quickly as well."

Without waiting for Zhou Wantang to speak, he bowed and took her away.

After all, she is the daughter of a noble family. She knows when to act and her manners are proper and appropriate. Miss Zhou Er, on the other hand, is a little disappointing.

Si Jin looked at the backs of the two people leaving, and muttered in a low voice, "This Miss Zhou Er doesn't look easy to get along with. But this Duke's daughter was so arrogant a few days ago, but when I saw her today, why did she become more dignified and steady?"

An idea suddenly occurred to her, and she continued, "Could it be that the Madam frightened her a few days ago in the Imperial Garden, and she hasn't recovered yet?"

It's really scary.

Wen Ranyan tilted her head, her eyes shining brightly, and her voice was tinged with interest, "What's wrong with that Miss Zhou Er? Why is she dressed more outstandingly than the legitimate daughter?"

Hearing this, Sijin smiled and explained the reason for her, "After the original mistress of the Duke's Mansion passed away, she married a second wife to take charge of the family, and that is the current Gao. She has a son and a daughter. The daughter is the second young lady Zhou Wantang just now. I heard that Miss Zhou Er is very doted on by her family, so she has developed such a simple and outgoing personality."

As she took Wen Ranyan to sit down, she continued, "As for the legitimate daughter Zhou Weizhi, without her biological mother to help her in the mansion, her life is naturally not going well. After all, no matter how good her stepmother is, she is not as close to her as her biological mother."

After hearing this, Wen Ranyan was not interested, "So that's how it is."

She sat down, brushing the hem of her dress lightly, her eyelashes slightly fluttering. They were all old and dilapidated things from the mansions of wealthy families, nothing new could be seen.

After she sat down, Feng Qiwu, who had been expressionless because of the noise, came over immediately and smiled as if breaking the ice. The two of them leaned against each other, their sleeves entangled, and they seemed to be in love.

In this noisy palace banquet, everyone was drinking guzzling wine, as if they had forgotten the frustration and sorrow of the day.

After Zhou Wantang returned to his seat, he suddenly glanced at Feng Qiwu who was sitting high up.

The tall and handsome man exudes the majesty of an emperor. The winter snow melts in his dark phoenix eyes, and there seems to be a lingering smile flowing up and down. His appearance is top-notch, like the thick and gorgeous oil paint on the wall, brilliant as spring flowers, and yet unrestrained and uninhibited.

It is beautiful, but most people can't afford it, so it is a good thing for her unfavored sister.

Zhou Wantang looked at Zhou Huizhi suddenly, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Don't forget what Daddy asked you to do."

As she spoke, she pointed at Zhou Weizhi's sleeves, as if reminding her of something.

Zhou Huizhi felt a little uneasy in her heart and she subconsciously covered her sleeves. But then she remembered that she had hidden the thing so deeply that it would be difficult for anyone to find it. She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and her spine relaxed a little.

"I haven't forgotten." Zhou Huizhi murmured softly, but a faint and imperceptible color flashed in his eyes.

The two of them didn't make much noise, and it was even easy to be ignored, but Wen Ranyan was looking in their direction with interest, the wine cup in his hand swaying, looking relaxed and carefree.

She was so fascinated by the sight that her hand under the table was gently hooked up, and a burning heat spread from her fingertips and quickly spread to her entire palm.

She was about to pull her hand out, but her fingers were tightly entangled. The rough fingertips rubbed back and forth on her fingertips, palms, and the back of her hand, bringing out a series of numbness and trembling feelings, as if she was playing with a piece of jade and couldn't let it go.

When Wen Ranyan raised her eyes, she met a pair of deep dark eyes.

Feng Qiwu looked at her deeply, his fingertips quickly moved to her wrist, rubbing back and forth, and then scratched her palm, making a lot of noise.

Wen Ranyan looked at him, and Feng Qiwu's eyes were also fixed on him, as if he was dissatisfied with her for being so absorbed in looking at others.

"What are you looking at so intently?" A low, hoarse voice swept to my ears.

Wen Ranyan's lips curled up slightly and she almost laughed out loud.

Feng Qiwu moved a little closer, wanting to reach out and hold her chin to interrogate her in detail, but after all, he was the protagonist of the banquet, and seeing that the time was right, the ministers toasted him one after another.

A good thing was disrupted, his eyes became dark and cold, and the murderous aura around him became even heavier, but this was a good day to ascend the throne after all, and he could only swallow his dissatisfaction.

The minister who was toasting wiped the sweat from his forehead and was almost fainted by the momentum.

When the wine was at its best, another palace maid came into the hall to add more wine.

Zhou Wantang was eating fruit snacks and listening to the music, when she suddenly felt a chill on her body. It turned out that a palace maid who was not very careful had slipped and spilled all the wine on her.

The fine fabric was stained, and she was immediately furious.

"You are such a bold palace maid! This is the latest cloth in the capital, it is in great demand and now you have soiled it. What do you think is your crime?"

"Please forgive me, young lady. I didn't mean to do that..."

Faced with her anger, the palace maid fearfully took a handkerchief and wiped her clean.

Seeing that she was still furious and was about to teach her a lesson, the palace servant immediately slipped a note into her hand.

"Please forgive me, young lady..."

Zhou Wantang was stunned for a moment after being stuffed with the note. She hid the note and raised her hand, not knowing whether to put it down or put it away.

Seeing this, Zhou Yuzhi hurriedly came out to smooth things over, saying, "Sister, I don't think the palace maid did it on purpose. Why don't you take a step back? Besides, His Majesty is also in front of the palace. If the matter gets out of hand, His Majesty might think that our Duke's Mansion is full of petty-minded ladies who don't have the demeanor of a noble family."

Hearing this, Zhou Wantang immediately stopped his rage and said to the palace servant, "Then be careful in the future. If it were someone else, they wouldn't be as easy to talk to as I am."

The palace maid thanked him repeatedly and then carefully retreated.

"Sister, please sit down and have some wine to cool down." Zhou Xuzhi was considerate, but his eyes were a little hazy.

Wen Ranyan, who was far away from the two of them, suddenly curled up her lips. Perhaps she saw something interesting. Her eyes were shining and full of teasing.

If she saw it correctly, Zhou Xuzhi seemed to have put something into Zhou Wantang's wine glass.

The ladies who come from aristocratic families and are used to the intrigues are not easy to deal with.