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

Wen Ranyan walked to the table and sat face to face with him, her eyes filled with grievance.

She said, "My husband, how can you speculate about me like this? I just thought that my sudden fainting yesterday must have caused you trouble, so I asked the kitchen to prepare some of your favorite food for you to make you happy. I also hope that you will not be annoyed with me because of this."

Her small lips opened and closed, and the light of the candlelight was so gorgeous and crystal clear.

Feng Qiwu stared deeply at her opening and closing lips. She was speaking all kinds of nice words in a very coherent manner, showing no fear of him at all.

He laughed, and the morbid joy that suddenly spread from his eyes seemed a little inappropriate and really scary.

Feng Qiwu stroked the smooth surface of the teacup, her voice low and hoarse: "In just a few days, you have found out all my preferences. You are really amazing."

The room was warm, but at this moment it was as cold as winter.

Wen Ranyan stared at his eyebrows and pretended to be shy: "It was the one given by my husband that was good. I said I wanted to know what my husband liked, so Sijin found out a little from the old housekeeper in the mansion."

Feng Qiwu raised his eyelids and asked, "Are you used to it?"

Wen Ranyan nodded her forehead: "It's as delicate as brocade. I find it very useful."

For a moment, neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere became silent and depressing.

Wen Ranyan held the chopsticks tightly and said at the right time: "Husband, eat quickly, this table is full of your favorite dishes."

Feng Qiwu fiddled with his chopsticks casually but didn't take a bite.

Wen Ranyan looked at his actions and asked with concern: "Why don't you eat, husband? Are you feeling unwell?"

Feng Qiwu looked at her, his eyes were deep and gloomy as if they were covered with a layer of thick ink, making it impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry, or what his depth was. He just remained silent and looked at Wen Ranyan quietly for a long time.

I don't know how long it took before he slowly opened his mouth: "You can eat later, but we can take this opportunity to talk about something."

After he finished speaking, his sharp and smiling phoenix eyes fell on Wen Ranyan. His casual tone and cold eyes seemed to sharpen people's minds, make people panic and make people feel creepy.

Wen Ranyan opened her innocent almond eyes and asked, "What do you want to say to me, my husband?"

Feng Qiwu suddenly looked into her almond-shaped eyes, and the captivating sharpness pierced his heart.

He said in a smiling and carefree tone, "Prime Minister Wen came to your study to talk to you. What kind of intimate words did he say? What kind of good things did he give you?"

Wen Ranyan looked at Feng Qiwu in surprise, pursing her lips slightly. After a long while, she said hesitantly, "How can my husband be so powerful that he knows everything?"

It seems that Feng Qiwu had already sent secret guards to follow her quietly when she and Prime Minister Wen left. She didn't know how much the secret guards had found out, whether they heard everything or just bits and pieces.

However, Prime Minister Wen's intention to seize the military token had long been made clear. Even if Feng Qiwu did not send secret guards, with his clever brain, he could guess what they were up to.

What's more, she had no intention of hiding it.

Love is such a good thing, of course he must know what it feels like.

Feng Qiwu looked at her without blinking, his movements were lazy but his eyes were sharp. He said nothing and waited quietly for her to speak.

Wen Ranyan seemed a little uncomfortable being looked at in this way. She twisted her handkerchief gently, and her originally well-recovered complexion turned even paler.

She avoided the sharp light in Feng Qiwu's eyes and spoke timidly and carefully: "That's it, that's it..."

Feng Qiwu groaned: "Hmm?"

Wen Ranyan simply closed his eyes and said, "As soon as I entered the study, Prime Minister Wen asked me if I had obtained the military token. I said no, and he started to be rude to me. I am still frightened by his harsh words. Then, he seemed to realize that I still had value, so he started to be friendly to me and suddenly stuffed a bag of medicine powder into my hand."

Maybe she was really scared by the violence, Wen Ranyan's eyes were slightly red, with tears about to fall, looking really pitiful.

She sobbed softly, the ending of her voice was gentle, and she paused at the right time.

A flash of murderous intent flashed across Feng Qiwu's eyes, but he seemed to be very interested: "What kind of powder is this?"

"That's it. I don't know what it is. Can you help me take a look, husband?" Wen Ranyan moaned softly, and without hesitation handed the medicine powder hidden in her sleeve to him.

The powder bag was warm and had the scent of her daughter on it, which was delicate, graceful and extremely alluring.

Feng Qiwu twisted it gently in his hand. Even without opening it, he knew that what was inside was definitely not a good thing. Was it a poison that could cause internal organs to fester?

Or is it a chronic medicine that makes life worse than death?

He twisted a corner of the medicine bag and unfolded it carelessly.

Wen Ranyan watched his actions, her lips slightly raised, a charming tenderness appeared at the corners of her eyes, and even the teardrop mole under her eye became charming and alluring.

"My husband, do you know what that is?" Wen Ranyan leaned slightly closer, and her voice ended with a hook that seemed to hide a hook that could entangle people's hearts.

Feng Qiwu glanced at him sideways. For some reason, he always felt that there was something wrong with the way Wen Ranyan looked at him, like a wolfhound seeing a charming lamb, or like a mountain spirit or monster trying to suck a person's soul.

For a moment, he saw the allure and seduction in her eyes from their wedding night. Such undisguised lust made his breathing slow and his eyes burn.

Feng Qiwu picked up some medicine powder and put it to his nose to smell it carefully. In an instant, the fine powder entered his nose. He couldn't dodge in time and felt his skin all over his body burning, as if it was burned by something.

His thoughts became confused, as if something had aroused his anger, making the self-control that he had always been proud of become fragile.

Not good.

This is actually something that is related to love and pleasure between men and women.

I still increased the dosage, that old bastard Prime Minister Wen...

Feng Qiwu clung to the corner of the table tightly, his joints turning white from the exertion and his veins clearly visible.

He tried hard to restrain himself, his eyes were blurry, but deep in them he was still terrifyingly cold and sharp.

"Husband, are you okay?" Wen Ranyan leaned closer again, her breath as sweet as orchid.

The graceful fragrance of the woman was like poison, invading his limbs and bones. He tried to avoid it, but the fragrance was always lingering around, as if wanting to blend with him.

I don't know whether it is intentional or unintentional.

"roll……"

Feng Qiwu frowned, and his scarlet phoenix eyes were fixed on Wen Ranyan. His eyes were like a ferocious wolf, as if he wanted to tear a person apart and eat him.

"Husband, don't scare me."

Wen Ranyan pretended not to notice the viciousness in his eyes. She went up to him and grabbed his sleeve. Her anxiety and fear made her burst into tears, which was very touching.

She sobbed softly, tears on her lips spread out, she looked so beautiful, the slight blush at the corners of her eyes was like the spring scenery, so charming and bewitching.

Feng Qiwu's heart broke when he saw her like this, and his self-control completely collapsed at this moment.

He could no longer restrain himself and grabbed Wen Ranyan's wrist and brought her into his arms.

Wen Ranyan felt dizzy and by the time she came to her senses, she was already sitting on Feng Qiwu's thighs.

"Ah..." She cried softly, her hand resting on Feng Qiwu's chest.

Feng Qiwu held her chin, and his passionate words floated into her ears word by word.

"Do you know what that powder is?"