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

Wen Ranyan slowly raised her eyes, and the palace door was pushed open. Si Jin came in against the light, with a lingering joy on her face.

"Your Majesty, the battle was a great victory, the Western Regions surrendered, and His Majesty is returning to the capital. I think he will be back in two days."

Hearing this, Wen Ranyan's eyes, which had been numbed by the affairs of the court, instantly regained their luster and smiled brightly: "Really? Feng Qiwu is coming back?"

She had never been looking forward to Feng Qiwu's early return to Beijing as much as she was now.

When he returns to Beijing, all these troublesome court affairs can be thrown to him.

The court officials discussed privately that she was a hen that crows at dawn, but who knew that she didn't want to rule the country at all. If she hadn't kept Feng Qiwu's promise, she would have left long ago.

Si Jin thought she was just thinking about His Majesty, and nodded with a smile: "Of course it's true, and now it's spread all over the city."

"That's great." Wen Ranyan lazily threw the wolf-hair brush in his hand, then leaned back on the chair with his hands, looking lazy and relaxed.

"I don't need to read these memorials anymore." As she said this, she pushed the memorials forward and placed her feet comfortably on the table.

Seeing that she had regained her lively appearance, Sijin was happy from the bottom of her heart, "Your Majesty has been tired recently. You can finally have a good rest."

The warm sunlight filtered in through the carved windows, casting a halo of light that left mottled patterns on the ground.

At that time, the snow had not yet melted, and everywhere was pure and elegant white, like washed away dust that had never been stained by worldly colors.

Wen Ranyan played with the silk ribbon around her waist, which was adorned with two jade rings. The jade was translucent and made her hands look even more slender and fair, with a unique moistness.

"It's time to take a good rest." Her eyes moved, and there was a different kind of confusion flowing in her bright eyes, which was strange and difficult to discern: "After the snow stopped, the weather warmed up and the scenery was pleasant. Although the palace walls on all four sides are majestic and everyone yearns for them, they also block people's sight. If you want to see the vast world, this is definitely not the place."

After hearing this, Sijin felt a little strange: "My lady, what do you mean by this?"

Wen Ranyan stood up slowly, and when he passed by her, he stretched out his hand and brushed her shoulder, saying: "As for me, I naturally want to go to a vast place, to see the mountains, the water, and the changing seasons."

No matter how majestic the palace walls are or how magnificent the palaces are, they are still small cages in her eyes.

She could never be trapped.

Now that the palace incident is over, she has sat on the throne of Queen long enough, and she has fulfilled her promise to Feng Qiwu to take good care of the imperial city. This is what she has done. Now it is time for her to do her own thing.

"My queen, are you leaving?" Sijin heard the implication of her words and her pupils widened.

Wen Ranyan did not deny it. She smiled gently and openly. Before Sijin could react, she hit her hard on the back of her neck.

Soon, Sijin's body went limp and she fainted completely.

Wen Ranyan swayed the silk ribbon around her waist, searched for some valuable items and silver in the hall, and then left without looking back.

A few months later.

During the Spring Equinox, the branches of the crabapple trees in the mountains are dotted with shy crimson dots that are about to bloom. The sky is warm, and the crabapple trees on the mountain are smoked into a hazy smoky color by the warm light. The gentle breeze blows, and the fragrant stamens hit your face, which is refreshing and pleasant.

The spring scenery before my eyes is like a sky-blue veil. In the hazy spring scenery, a horse with snow-white mane prances around leisurely, and a slim woman lies diagonally on the horse's back.

The woman was wearing a bright red gauze dress with golden bells shining brightly around her waist. Perhaps because she was afraid that the glare of the sun would disturb her mood for a nap, a green leaf covered her pretty face.

As the horse's hooves moved, the woman did not move at all, as if she was really asleep.

The snow-white horse stepped into the plain at the foot of the mountain. The plain was covered with grass and trees. The breeze was light and just a slight gust blew the green leaves on the woman's face to the ground.

In an instant, a delicate face as white as jade and as bright as spring flowers was reflected in the scenery. Perhaps because she felt the glare of the sun from the front, the woman's butterfly-like eyelashes trembled slightly, and she opened her eyes after a while. Her charming eyes were full of annoyance at having her beautiful dream disturbed.

Wen Ranyan yawned, then tapped his feet lightly, jumped into the air, and quickly sat upright on the horse's back, but still in a lazy posture.

"The wind is very strong today. Even a short nap is uneasy." She muttered to herself, and then took down an oil-paper bag hanging on the saddle.

There was a roasted chicken in the oil paper package, which was roasted golden on all sides, tender and juicy. Wen Ranyan just pulled off a chicken leg, and the gravy was all over her fingers.

Away from the four-sided sky, every day she lived was free and unrestrained.

In the past few months, she has been to many places, including plains, steep mountains and forests, and the blue sea. There were countless scenic spots in Beilang in the past, but she had never seen them properly. Now she has only seen a corner of the glacier. She needs to keep up the good work.

Not only was there beautiful scenery, I also tried a lot of delicious food from all over the place, and the few months away from Beijing were a rare period of peace and tranquility.

Feng Qiwu did not send all his men to chase and intercept her as he did that day. Instead, it seemed as if he had forgotten her in the long river of time. There was no sound at all, and the silence was eerie.

But it’s better this way. She doesn’t want to be distracted by trying to escape while traveling through the beautiful mountains and rivers.

Wen Ranyan gnawed on the roasted chicken leg in her hand, looking leisurely and contented, her almond-shaped eyes curved and sparkled with spring.

At that time, the horse came to a dense forest. The trees in the forest were lush and green, towering into the clouds. Perhaps because they were too high, the wind could not penetrate.

The horses traveled a few more miles. The forest became quiet and deep. The green branches stretched out suddenly without wind, and amid the rustling, it seemed as if an irresistible force was rushing towards her.

Wen Ranyan seemed to sense something, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, as strange as a blade.

Under the shade of green trees, a slender figure walked gracefully over the falling leaves.

In just a moment, he landed on the back of the slow-moving horse. Before he could sit up straight, Wen Ranyan glanced at him coldly and slashed at him with a sharp palm wind.

"You didn't come to greet me after I won the battle, and you left for several months. Now I come to find you, but you want to beat me up. Are you so cruel?"

Feng Qiwu grabbed her wrist, the melting light shone on his beautiful brow, his phoenix eyes were dotted with a lingering smile, and there was a sense of grievance and pity, just like a weak wolfhound that was cruelly abandoned by its master.

Wen Ranyan met his eyes and smiled: "You came at me without making a sound. I thought you were some pervert, so I couldn't show mercy."

After not seeing her for several months, Feng Qiwu's face has not changed at all, her beauty and richness like a carefully painted ink and color painting, or perhaps she has unloaded some burden, and now looks more free and unrestrained, full of vigor and vitality, and her fluttering sleeves seem to carry a sense of freedom.

"I thought you could recognize my scent." Feng Qiwu took the reins from her and hugged her in his arms.

Wen Ranyan did not answer directly, but looked around and said: "You are now the emperor of Beilang, and the affairs of the court are very heavy. How can you get away?"

During the days when she was in power, she was extremely busy. If she slacked off for a moment, the memorials would pile up and she would never be able to review them all.

If he sneaked out like this, he would probably be so busy that he would be dizzy when he came back.

Wen Ranyan raised the corners of his lips, and couldn't help but feel a little gloating.

"But I am not anymore."

Feng Qiwu leaned closer, looking greedily at her picturesque eyebrows and eyes. His eyes were hot and deep, as if he wanted to vent out the surging thoughts of the past few months, and also as if he wanted to engrave every part of her deeply into his bones and blood and integrate it into his blood.

Hearing this, Wen Ranyan frowned slightly, "What do you mean by this?"

Feng Qiwu leaned close to her ear, and her charming voice spread like water: "I have handed over the imperial seal. Now I am just like you, a leisurely person wandering between heaven and earth."

Wen Ranyan's eyes flickered, and he was stunned for a moment, but soon regained his composure, "You actually handed over all the imperial power?"

Since ancient times, the struggle for the throne has resulted in rivers of blood, fathers and sons killing each other, and brothers turning against each other. Once you stand at the pinnacle of power, how can you easily give it up?

She originally thought that Feng Qiwu was influenced by the imperial power, and he was a violent pleasure-seeker, with the power of life and death and plunder in his hands, and the country was rich and prosperous, so how could he not be obsessed and intoxicated?

But now it seems that she may have really underestimated him.

Feng Qiwu lifted up a few strands of hair on her temples, and while she was still in a daze, he kissed her on the ear. Then, a sweet sound like the sound of jade breaking was heard.

"The world is vast. The four walls can't hold you back, and naturally they can't hold me back either."

"You are so surprised. I guess you don't know me well enough. I have been with you for a long time. Your behavior makes me very sad."

Wen Ranyan looked at him sideways and asked with a smile, "So what are your plans for the future?"

After hearing this, Feng Qiwu narrowed his slightly gloomy eyes, revealing his stern aura. He pretended to be angry, grabbed her chin, and lowered his voice.

"I gave up everything to come to you, and you still ask me what I plan to do?"

"Of course I want to see the prosperity of this world with you. I know that your heart is as free as an eagle, so I will not lock you up inside the palace walls anymore. That's why I spent several months to deal with all the matters before I came to find you. I just want to be a pair of free and unrestrained clouds and wild cranes with you."

He originally wanted to look for her as soon as possible, but the country and the people concerned countless people, so he could only endure the endless longing to finish dealing with the affairs of the court, and when everything was done, he would come to look for her without stopping.

He has lived up to everyone's expectations by entrusting the most prosperous Beilang to him. In the years to come, he will live freely, do what he wants to do, and love whoever he wants to love.

Together with her, watch the clouds roll by and the sun set over the mountains and rivers.

Wen Ranyan looked into his dark eyes, her red lips tinged with a smile that suddenly became more tender: "It is indeed lonely to travel the mountains and rivers alone. It should be nice to have someone to enjoy it with you."

Hearing this, Feng Qiwu's eyes sparkled like stars.

He stretched out his arms and hugged her, as if he was embracing his own treasure in an endless torrent.

The towering palace walls could not contain them.

From then on, the two people, one horse, traveled across thousands of mountains and rivers, holding each other's hands and making the most of their time.

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