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

Feng Qiwu's tone was as lazy and casual as usual. The sharpness between his brows had disappeared, leaving only a hint of a smile, making it difficult to tell what he wanted to do.

There was a flash of surprise in Wen Ranyan's eyes, but she adjusted her mood in just a few breaths.

She twisted her clothes, her face was stained with smoke, and her voice was soft and faint: "But this is in the carriage, and I am your formally married wife. If it were here, then... if someone accidentally heard or saw me, how could I face people in the future?"

It was already painful to talk about these dirty things, and she was a very thin-skinned girl. Now that Feng Qiwu asked her so bluntly, she felt her cheeks burning, and her whole body seemed to be stripped naked, and she was so shy that she wanted to die.

Wen Ranyan gathered her clothes together, as if to wrap herself up tighter.

Feng Qiwu looked at her behavior coldly, the smile in her eyes became more intense and the teasing deeper.

"Are you going to take it off or not?"

He picked up a tangerine from the fruit bowl and slowly peeled off the skin.

He peeled the fruit very slowly, his fingertips caressing the skin lightly, exuding a sense of indescribable ambiguity. Even his phoenix eyes changed their look, exuding a seductive, dangerous gleam.

Wen Ranyan watched his actions and for a moment she felt that he was not peeling the orange peel, but her clothes.

Slowly peeling off one by one, revealing her crystal clear and snowy body...

Wen Ranyan's heart was filled with unusual emotions, but her face was still burning with shyness: "Do I have to take it off in the carriage?"

Feng Qiwu did not respond, but a seductive smile appeared on the corner of his lips, but his eyes were still too calm.

Being looked at in such a manner, Wen Ranyan pursed her lips, but her hand involuntarily reached for her clothes again. After hesitating for a while, she made up her mind.

Her outer shirt was half-removed, revealing a thin inner shirt embroidered with floral patterns. Her body was slightly tilted, and she didn't even dare to look at Feng Qiwu's burning eyes.

Feng Qiwu crossed her legs and lazily ate the flesh of the tangerine. From his angle, he could clearly see her slender waist hidden under her outer shirt, swaying in the light and shadow, touching people's hearts.

Perhaps it was because of her temperament that she moved very slowly, and her slender neck easily formed a beautiful arc. Because of her shyness, her skin was white with a hint of pink, and she looked very tender and extremely seductive.

The fruit flesh in his mouth was crushed, and the juice filled his mouth. It should have quenched his thirst, but Feng Qiwu felt dry mouth and tongue, and his eyes were extremely gloomy, as if filled with nameless anger.

After being embarrassed for an unknown amount of time, Wen Ranyan finally took off her coat: "Husband, I'm done."

"bring here."

Feng Qiwu opened his thin lips and his voice became hoarse and terrifying.

The two of them were originally far apart, and now hearing what he said, Wen Ranyan could only hold her coat and move towards him little by little. She acted very reluctant, her eyes were shy and timid, her cheeks were rosy, and her body exuded a rich fragrance, like an intoxicating peony.

Feng Qiwu thought she was moving too slowly, so he grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer.

At that time, the two were very close, their clothes were touching, and there was ambiguity.

Feng Qiwu held her slender waist, rubbing and playing with it with his fingertips, as if he couldn't let it go.

Wen Ranyan shyly wrapped her arms around his neck, perhaps because her thin inner clothes made her uncomfortable. She trembled slightly and whimpered timidly. Her moans sounded like deadly poison to his ears.

Feng Qiwu looked at her delicate face, his thin lips lightly touching her earlobe. He tossed and twisted her, his hands lingering on the laces of her underwear, as if he couldn't help himself when his love was too strong.

The tenderness and ambiguity between the two people intensified again, and the air in the carriage became thicker and thinner.

Just when Wen Ranyan thought he was going to take the next step, her delicate neck was suddenly grabbed, and her skin and bones felt a dull pain.

"Why do you smell like blood?"

Feng Qiwu's voice, dark and chilly, suddenly rang in her ears.

Wen Ranyan looked at Feng Qiwu's eyes painfully, her eyes were sad and she didn't understand: "What do you mean by blood? My husband, what are you talking about? I don't understand."

Feng Qiwu leaned close to her ear, his breath spraying, his tone lazy and dangerous: "Then tell me, where did the blood stain on the cuff of your coat come from?"

With a flick of his fingertips, he easily revealed the blood-stained cuff in front of Wen Ranyan.

Wen Ranyan looked at the bloodstain on his cuffs and blinked in confusion, but his heart was clear as a rock.

She was saying, why did Feng Qiwu, who likes pure girls, suddenly do something so big and exciting? It turned out that he was waiting for her here.

It was just the bloodstain on the cuff... maybe it was accidentally stained when he was admiring the blood mist, and even she didn't notice it. His eyes were very sharp.

It is impossible to catch her by the tail just by the bloodstain on her sleeve.

Wen Ranyan's eyes were filled with confusion, and no one could see any clues: "Maybe he got it accidentally when the body fell."

Feng Qiwu was very patient. He smiled, a smile that was particularly beautiful and charming: "How could you be infected when you were so far away? The death of that assassin was so strange. You must have killed him somewhere I didn't know."

He spoke slowly and with a smile, but what he said was shocking.

After he finished speaking, he watched her reaction leisurely. Even if she showed just a little hint, he would be able to find out her true colors.

But Feng Qiwu was still disappointed. Her mentality was unusually stable and her expression was very calm. She was surprised when she should be surprised and cried when she should cry, in a pitiful, soft and sad way.

She started crying right away, crying weakly and pitifully: "My husband, if you really don't like me, don't wrong me like this. I have never been willing to step on an ant since I was a child, so how could I kill someone? And he was dressed like that. If I really went, I'm afraid my head and body would be torn apart by now. How could I still sit in the carriage?"

Feng Qiwu's eyes were deep. She was crying like this and looked so innocent, there was really nothing he could do to deal with her.

But even so, the doubts in his heart did not diminish, and he even felt a faint excitement and pleasure. This kind of pulling and testing really made him enjoy it.

While teasing, Feng Qiwu changed the subject: "Did you also pick up the token on that person?"

Wen Ranyan was in tears, feeling extremely wronged: "What token? Husband, you still don't believe me?"

Feng Qiwu held her slender waist. His smile was too pretty, yet also too unfathomable, making people even more uneasy.

A few hours ago, Qi Jiuzhu brought a token that was polished to an overly glossy finish. At first glance, it was very similar to the ones in their mansion, but it was too delicate and the forgery was so careless.

In addition, there had been some turmoil in the imperial court in recent days, and Master Shen and Lord Chu had said some good things about him, so he knew that the man on the dragon throne could no longer sit still, and the best place to start was this Spring Banquet.

All the noble ladies are here, even Wen Ranyan's knife is here.

But he didn't expect that the assassin he sent would die so easily, and even the forged token disappeared.

Feng Qiwu's eyes were deep, and the look he gave Wen Ranyan became increasingly sharp and complicated.

This person was weird in every way, and for a moment he couldn't tell which side she was on.

At that time, Wen Ranyan opened her red lips and spoke softly again: "My husband, if you really don't believe me, why don't you take off my clothes one by one, so that you can check them thoroughly."