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

The rain lasted all day and finally stopped at night. The scent of grass and trees that had been washed away by the rain became a little lighter.

The moon is like a shallow crescent, but the moonlight is as bright as a radiant light.

Wen Ranyan sat under the window and saw that the whole courtyard seemed to be shrouded in a light gauze. A pear tree with outstretched branches seemed to be facing the Star Terrace in the distance, and the snow-white flowers were suddenly sparkling.

The night wind was a little stronger. Just as Wen Ranyan was about to close the window, she heard the sound of a door being pushed open.

Wen Ranyan turned her head nonchalantly, and saw Feng Qiwu coming in riding on the moon frost and the night wind.

His deep red long sleeves fluttered in the wind; the cold moonlight made his eyes look ferocious, concealing an indissoluble thick danger.

Feng Qiwu closed the door as soon as he arrived, and his cold eyes shot straight at Wen Ranyan.

The night wind is blowing gently, and danger is lurking.

Wen Ranyan was like a simple little animal, unaware of the danger. When she saw him coming, she smiled and said, "Husband, this is the first time you have taken the initiative to come to me. Do you know how happy I am now?"

"How happy are you?" Feng Qiwu walked up to her, suddenly bent down and met her eyes.

A strong sense of oppression came with the wind and frost. The distance between the two was very close. Wen Ranyan could clearly smell the cold fragrance emanating from his body. Just like his phoenix eyes, they were cold and seemed to hide an overwhelming frost, which was very charming.

Wen Ranyan's heart was slightly burning, but her eyes were timid, and tinged with a hint of joy: "My heart is beating so fast, as if it's about to jump out."

Feng Qiwu seemed to be ignorant of the ways of the world, and spoke in a cold and bloodthirsty voice: "If you jump out, you will die."

Wen Ranyan pursed her lips, looking resentful, and suddenly felt extremely aggrieved.

Feng Qiwu lifted his robe and sat in front of her. He played with a crabapple tree on the table and said casually as if chatting with her, "Did anything interesting happen when you went to Changjie today? Did you meet anyone?"

Wen Ranyan hesitated for a moment before shaking her head and saying, "Nothing..."

"Really?" Feng Qiwu murmured, with a dark color in his eyes that others could not understand.

The night wind made the candle flame jump. The boudoir, which was originally a very warm room, now felt like a cold room, chilling people's bones.

Wen Ranyan twisted her hands together lightly. Suddenly, her eyelashes trembled and her eyes were slightly wet. "Today I went to Changjie to buy a lot of things. Because I was too tired, I went to a restaurant to rest. But who knew that a man would flirt with me in public..."

"Si Jin stood up for me, but he said he was the son of the Minister of Revenue, Jiang Beiwang, Jiang Yuliu. He has a rich family background and is lawless. He also asked Si Jin and I to go to his villa to serve him. If it weren't for the help of Lady Shen Zhixiang in the end, I'm afraid I would never see my husband again in my life."

She twisted her embroidered handkerchief and cried silently, tears rolling down from the corners of her eyes, beautiful, sad, and heartbreaking.

"Jiang Yuliu died."

Feng Qiwu's voice was indifferent, but there was a terrifying scrutiny in his eyes as he looked her up and down.

Wen Ranyan raised her tearful eyes, her eyes were full of tears: "Dead? My husband must have killed him to avenge me, right?"

"He died before I could do anything."

Feng Qiwu moved closer, and they were so close that their clothes touched each other. The hot temperature from their thin clothes blended closely like the tide, and the atmosphere was ambiguous, but the breath was surging.

His eyes fell into her tearful eyes, his gaze gradually became sharper and deeper, as if he wanted to tear off her hypocritical skin and see what kind of face was hidden inside.

But Wen Ranyan didn't show any other emotion except for crying out of shyness. She just asked in surprise, "How did he die? Could it be that Lady Shen Zhixiang did it? She's really amazing. She's a role model for women."

"Died from poisonous insects, the death was horrible." Feng Qiwu lifted her chin and forced her to look at him: "The body is in the Dali Temple now, do you want to come with me to take a look?"

His thin lips were slightly curved, revealing a cruel and vicious look.

Wen Ranyan trembled, like a delicate flower in the rain that had been ravaged. She bit her lip and whispered, "Can I not go? I'm scared..."

After hearing this, Feng Qiwu's smile became even warmer than the moon, but the hand that was lifting her chin suddenly tightened.

The sudden pain made Wen Ranyan frown, her almond-shaped eyes were filled with water, red and translucent, making her look even more delicate and pitiful.

"Husband, it hurts..." she murmured, the ending of the voice gentle.

Feng Qiwu stared at her for a long while before he said lazily, "At the hunting ground, a man in black died from a Gu worm. When we arrived at Prime Minister Wen's residence, your maid Lu Yao also died from a Gu worm. Today, Jiang Yuliu also died from a Gu worm. What's also interesting is that you were there at all of them."

"Do you think there are such interesting coincidences in this world?"

Feng Qiwu stared at her, his eyes were cold and intimidating, and his voice was hoarse and slightly elongated.

Facing his suspicious questioning, Wen Ranyan shrank her shoulders but her expression remained normal.

Under the flickering candlelight, tears welled up in her eyes, like the dispersing smoke and the endless mist. She was a delicate and pitiful woman to begin with, and now being questioned like this made her look even more frail and pitiful.

The night wind made her face pale and her body swayed and trembled, as if she was about to faint in the next second.

She carefully grasped the hem of Feng Qiwu's clothes and said in a trembling voice, "Things in the world are always unpredictable. My husband, please look at me carefully. I am so weak and powerless, how can I have such magical powers?"

"If I had it, how could I be ordered around by Prime Minister Wen? And how could I be bullied by Wen Ningwan like that?"

Wen Ranyan sobbed, her eyes red with tears, but there was only Feng Qiwu in her eyes. There was no hatred, no resentment, and no fear, only strong expectations.

She only hoped that he could have pity on her and stop being suspicious of her.

Feng Qiwu frowned slightly, as if he was bewitched for a moment, and loosened his grip on her hand slightly.

Wen Ranyan took the opportunity to move away from him, and her tearful eyes looked at him warily like a small animal. As soon as he raised his hand, she curled up in fear, and her thin shoulders trembled constantly.

Feng Qiwu rubbed his fingertips, thoughtfully.

She did not reveal the slightest clue. Instead, she looked normal. She laughed when she should laugh, cried when she should cry, and shrank like a small animal when she should be afraid and alert. She looked so frightened that people could not bear to hit her again.

Could it be that he is being too preoccupied?

Feng Qiwu raised his eyes and met her gaze again. The coldness and brutality in his eyes had not faded, and the smile that suddenly appeared in his eyes was as terrifying as a ghost.

Wen Ranyan stepped back in shock, but there was a wall behind her, leaving her with nowhere to retreat.

Feng Qiwu admired her panic, and when he had admired her enough, he smiled and waved at her, saying, "Why are you so far away from me? I won't eat you."

Wen Ranyan saw that his hostility had faded away, so she moved closer cautiously.

Feng Qiwu seemed to be annoyed by her slow movements and regarded him as a ferocious beast. His eyes darkened and without thinking, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer.

At that time, the two of them were pressed against each other, full of ambiguity.

Wen Ranyan took the opportunity to put her arms around his neck, with a flickering light in her eyes, and it was unclear whether she was frightened or something else.

Feng Qiwu looked at her leisurely, but his hand couldn't help but brush across the corners of her rosy and charming eyes, and further down, there was the extremely tempting small teardrop mole.

His strength was gentle and soft, the corners of his lips curved up in a seductive arc, but his eyes were full of dark light: "Such a coincidence is indeed misleading. It seems that I am really overthinking it."