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

Wen Ranyan glanced to the side and saw that when the dishes were served, a maid accidentally soiled Chu Lanyue's clothes, which was very reckless.

The maid was trembling with fear and kept apologizing.

Chu Lanyue didn't blame him, but just looked at her new clothes distressedly, her pretty face flushed with anxiety: "This is the new clothes my brother gave me, I like it so much, what should I do now that it's dirty?"

"This slave deserves to die, this slave deserves to die..."

As the maidservant said this, she was about to hold herself in a chair to calm the distinguished guest down.

Chu Lanyue hated to see this, so she immediately stopped her and asked kindly, "Don't be like this, it's my own fault for not being careful. Is there anything here that I can take care of?"

The maid was flattered and expressed her gratitude repeatedly, "Miss Chu, please follow me to the guest room in the backyard. There are clean clothes there. You can change into them first. I will wash and dry your clothes and that will be all right."

"… That's all we can do."

Chu Lanyue hesitated a little, but finally agreed.

Before leaving, she happily said goodbye to Wen Ranyan and said, "Sister Ranyan, I'm going to take care of my dirty clothes first, and I'll come back to see you when I'm done."

Wen Ranyan smiled and nodded: "Okay."

Looking at Chu Lanyue's gracefully departing figure, the smile in her almond-shaped eyes was apparently gentle and bright, but after looking at it for a long time, it felt strange and cold, which could easily give people goose bumps.

The little mouse hiding in the dark is finally taking action.

Wen Ranyan took a sip of the fruit wine in the glass, her lips were stained tender and tender, her breath was as fragrant as orchid, she looked like a seductive ghost with lust and desire. Just as she was about to get up, another maid came up to her.

Wen Ranyan seemed to have thought of something and looked at her with a half-smile.

The maid only felt a chill coming over her, but she still said, "Madam Feng, Miss Chu just found a small pavilion in the bamboo garden. The scenery in the pavilion is quite beautiful, so she asked me to find you to go there to visit the spring and see the scenery."

Wen Ranyan raised her eyes and smiled charmingly: "Lead the way."

The maid responded and walked in front.

Wen Ranyan followed her casually. Even though she knew there were tigers and wolves ahead, she still walked leisurely as if she was in the garden.

To kill Chu Lanyue and put the blame on Feng Qiwu, you need a good knife.

Now she understood that the knife was herself.

In the novel, her original self died early, but now she is still living such a long and comfortable life, but she has never achieved anything. Prime Minister Wen is anxious and can't bear to see her do well, so he tries every means to squeeze out the last value from her.

Such an eager and vicious behavior... must be the work of the current emperor.

She had heard Sijin mention it in the morning. She said that the family extermination incident had caused the court to be furious and all the officials had impeached. Among them, only Master Shen and Lord Chu argued and won the beautiful reward for Feng Qiwu.

Now, many things can be connected naturally.

After all, it was because the emperor was too narrow-minded. His loyal ministers gave honest advice, but he could not tolerate even a little girl. However, precisely because he was so ruthless, when the truth was revealed, the fallout between the emperor and his ministers would be more decisive.

While Wen Ranyan was laughing silently, he knocked the maid who was leading the way in front of him unconscious with his bare hands.

Her moves were quick, accurate and ruthless, and the maid fainted without knowing what had happened.

Wen Ranyan slowly stepped over her, her skirt embroidered with red plums fluttering freely, and the faint fragrance that filled her nostrils made her feel confused. She first went to the guest room, but found it empty.

Come to think of it, the little guy Chu Lanyue was really led to the pavilion in the bamboo forest to enjoy the scenery.

The path was winding and as Wen Ranyan walked along it leisurely, the bamboo garden was within reach.

Under the blue sky, the green bamboos rustled and the sunlight curled up. It was a quiet and ethereal scene, but now it seemed a little darker and gloomy. The rustling sounds were long and vague, like endless wailing.

Wen Ranyan stood under the bamboo forest, like a tiny ant, but she still had a gentle smile.

In a moment, the poisonous thread that she had tempered in her sleeve flew out of the air and then wrapped around the highest part of the green bamboo.

The bamboo leaves are swaying in the wind, the green bamboos are casting shadows, and Wen Ranyan is like the most nimble fox in the world. She steps lightly on the bamboo leaves that are as dark as eyebrows, and moves forward resolutely. Her figure is as graceful as spring flowers, worthy of the word "stunning".

In just a moment, she reached the highest point of the green bamboo and lurked among the interlaced shadows of the bamboo.

As the saying goes, the higher you stand, the farther you can see. From her position, she can clearly see every scene and object in the bamboo pavilion.

At this moment, the spring breeze was blowing gently, and Chu Lanyue was standing leisurely in the pavilion. The soft and sticky little guy was unaware of the danger that was coming, and only knew that the spring scenery was quite beautiful. He was clinging to the painted pillars and picking the wild flowers and weeds that had grown into the pavilion.

When she picked the little flowers, her smile was sweeter than honey and warmer than the spring breeze.

Among the green bamboos near the pavilion, there was a assassin dressed in black hiding. He covered his face with a black scarf, revealing a pair of cold and sharp eyes, staring at the direction where Chu Lanyue was, with murderous intent overflowing from him, like a cicada singing with blood.

As long as Wen Ranyan appears, he can take the next step.

Wen Ranyan looked at the figure in front of her with a smile, her almond-shaped eyes moving, her translucent luster flowing like water, revealing her beauty.

What a frame-up.

She and Feng Qiwu are both scapegoats.

Wen Ranyan's figure moved with the wind, thin poisonous threads entangled the branches of green bamboo, and she moved like a spirit snake. When the wind blew, her clothes fluttered, her black hair danced lightly, and she seemed to be silent, just like an evil spirit in the forest.

The black-clad assassin felt a sudden chill on his back, and a chill filled the air.

"Who?"

He screamed in surprise, and the hair on his body stood up.

"Of course, it's the person who took your life~"

Wen Ranyan's voice was ethereal, and her soft laughter blended into the wind.

The black-clad warrior turned around suddenly, but all he saw were the interlaced shadows of bamboos and nothing else.

He was frightened, thinking of the woman's laughter that had just been heard. Could it be that he had seen a ghost?

But how could you encounter a ghost in broad daylight?

The black-clad assassin frowned and was about to look away when something unexpected happened.

Poisonous insects came suddenly and covered the sky and the earth.

In an instant, his eyes were blinded. He was terrified and unable to use his martial arts skills no matter how high his skills were.

The poisonous insects invaded his eyes, and he was so terrified that he waved his dagger around, trying to kill them all. But at this moment, a blue-black silk thread silently wrapped around his neck.

He was startled, and his hands stopped moving: "Who is playing tricks there?"

The fear of death gradually set in, his eyes became bloodshot and his voice became higher.

"Who are you waiting for here? I am that person." Wen Ranyan had already appeared in front of him without him noticing.

She sat between the strong bamboos, gently twisting the other end of the poisonous thread.

In the bright sunlight, she was wearing a snow-white dress embroidered with plum blossoms, her complexion was dripping with rosy red, her eyes were as dark and cold as a deep pool, a faint smile climbed up her brows, strange and enchanting, very much like a bloodthirsty and murderous ghost in the forest.

The black-clad assassin looked at her pretty face, and before he could fully digest her words, she plucked the poisonous thread gracefully as if she were playing a piano.

The poisonous thread suddenly tightened, like a sharp knife cutting a throat, and in an instant, it separated his head and body, and a blood mist spread.

His body fell like a kite with a broken string, and happened to get stuck between bamboo branches, swaying there in the wind, and the dripping blood was like rain, nourishing all things.

Wen Ranyan sat where she was, looking at the magnificent sight of blood mist filling the sky with a smile. It was so dazzling and gorgeous that it made people intoxicated.

She was watching so intently that she didn't even notice a drop of blood on her sleeve.