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

Feng Qiwu's eyes suddenly froze. He reached out and lifted her chin. Looking at her timid watery eyes and her charming face, the teasing and joyful feeling in his heart was extremely strong.

"That's a good idea."

He moved his thin lips slightly and whispered tenderly in her ear.

Wen Ranyan clutched the clothes on both sides of her body tightly, looking as if she was ready to give it her all.

She was obviously extremely shy, but the words she uttered were so bold that even the prostitutes in the brothels would not dare to utter such explicit words.

Feng Qiwu asked with a smile like a gentleman: "Do you want to take it off yourself, or should I help you?"

Wen Ranyan pursed her lips and didn't dare to speak for a long time. Perhaps because of nervousness, her clothes were soaked with sweat.

The already thin inner garment now looked almost transparent. The small garment embroidered with floral patterns inside was wrapped with two buds of flowers, vividly displayed in Feng Qiwu's eyes.

Feng Qiwu's eyes were half-closed, her gaze was burning, but she did not avoid it.

Wen Ranyan was silent for a long time before she finally mustered up the courage to say, "Since my husband wants to find it, then he should take it off..."

After she finished speaking, she quietly lowered her brows, her tearful eyes slightly curled up, a hint of alluring charm revealed involuntarily, that look was as if she had evil intentions, completely cunning and seductive.

Feng Qiwu's heart skipped a beat and she said sarcastically, "Madam, you are much bolder than before."

Wen Ranyan lowered her head and said nothing, she seemed to be so frightened that even her eyelashes were trembling nervously.

Feng Qiwu fiddled with the belt around her waist, as if it was a bad teasing, and played with it for a long time without untying it.

The warmth in his palm, pressed against her skin, was like the pleasurable softness that comes from being drunk, and it was really sore.

Wen Ranyan looked at his slender and powerful hands, not urging or impatient, but just trembling slightly, with a patient smile in her eyes.

After playing enough, Feng Qiwu finally untied her laces.

He stretched out a finger and slowly lifted her clothes. In an instant, his jade-like skin came into view. It was stained with a little sweat, which made her skin look even more pink, tender and translucent, so charming.

Today, she was wearing a small dress embroidered with winter plum blossoms, which looked like falling plum blossoms in the snow, and it matched her coat perfectly.

It was almost the same as the beautiful scenery reflected on the screen that night...

Feng Qiwu pinched the soft flesh on her waist, his eyes seemed hotter than fire, and his voice was hoarse: "It seems that the token is indeed not with you."

Wen Ranyan raised her eyes and met his fiery and deep eyes. She said shockingly, "Is this the end of the inspection? My husband, you are too careless, aren't you?"

Feng Qiwu was surprised. He looked at Wen Ranyan deeply and asked with a smile: "Then how should I check it?"

Wen Ranyan leaned forward, her soft and boneless arms wrapped around his neck. She opened her mouth slightly, exhaling sweetly: "I haven't taken off my clothes yet. What if the token is hidden inside my clothes?"

Her eyes are charming and shimmering like smoke, and her spring love is truly alluring.

Feng Qiwu frowned slightly, she really didn't expect that she would say such bold and shameless words.

But he had to admit that her words did make his lower abdomen feel hot, as if something was about to burst out from his heart, making him extremely happy.

But this was inside a carriage after all.

Feng Qiwu straightened the collar of her clothes that she had just opened, "I'm not that hungry that I'll eat anything."

"Even if you want to check, it shouldn't be here."

He lowered his brows, and his dark and low voice was filled with a natural sense of coldness.

Wen Ranyan looked straight at him, and finally, as if she had lost interest, she slowly closed her collar and fastened her belt.

At that time, the carriage had stopped at the gate of Feng Mansion. Just as Wen Ranyan was about to get off, she was pulled back by Feng Qiwu.

"What's the matter, husband?" Wen Ranyan turned around and looked at him in confusion.

Feng Qiwu threw the coat back to her expressionlessly and said casually, "Put on your coat."

Wen Ranyan looked at him with amusement, but still put on her coat obediently.

They both got off the carriage. The pearl lamp niche in the corridor sparkled in the light. Wen Ranyan walked through the corridor and turned onto the cobblestone path to go to her residence. Feng Qiwu grabbed her wrist in time, as if he didn't want her to leave.

Wen Ranyan stood beside him and asked with a sweet smile, "What else do you want, my husband?"

Feng Qiwu lowered his eyes and looked down at her condescendingly.

After a while, his teasing voice reached her ears: "You must not have eaten anything at the Spring Banquet, why don't you come to the pavilion and eat some with me?"

There was a slight ripple in Wen Ranyan's eyes, her lips were half open and half closed, as if she was so excited that she forgot how to respond.

She didn't believe that Feng Qiwu would be so considerate and thoughtful. She guessed that he had come up with some bad way to test her again.

However, eating with a beautiful woman is truly the best thing.

Seeing that she didn't answer for a long time, Feng Qiwu's eyes were like ink, and his voice was faint, revealing a little coldness: "Are you unwilling?"

Wen Ranyan quickly spoke up, her voice filled with joy: "Why wouldn't I want to? I'm so happy to be able to eat with my husband."

Chunnuan Pavilion was built on the hill in the backyard. There was light smoke and faint breeze in the air. A small path was winding in the dark place. Two people entered the pavilion one after the other.

Inside the pavilion, the veil fluttered gently and the scenery was quiet and peaceful. Wen Ranyan had been in the mansion for a long time, but he had never known that there was such a wonderful castle in the sky in the mansion.

She leaned over the railing and looked down, and saw that everything was tiny, just like dust.

When Feng Qiwu arrived, he sat diagonally on a carved chair at one side. The flowing gauze was like smoke and dust, which made his eyebrows and eyes look like a painting of cinnabar. His face was as beautiful as a fire, and his dark eyes were slightly drooped, as bright as spring flowers.

When he arrived, he had ordered the meal. Now that the meal had not yet arrived, he stroked his fingertips and casually said, "I have heard that Madam is extremely talented. Now that spring is in full bloom and it is a rare day off, why don't you dance here so that I can argue whether the rumor is true."

Wen Ranyan looked at him with a smile: "Husband, do you want to see me dance?"

I am just afraid that the dancing is fake and the temptation is real.

The original body was indeed extremely talented, all thanks to Prime Minister Wen's good teaching.

As for her...

The people of Miao are naturally good at singing and dancing, so a simple dance is no problem for them. However, the dance she knows is too different from the subtle and graceful dance of their Central Plains.

Feng Qiwu nodded his forehead and turned the wine glass in his hand slightly, indicating that she could start.

The wind blows gently, and the warmth on your face makes you dance gracefully among the gentle breeze and mountains and rivers.

She moved lightly and gracefully, dancing with her wide sleeves. Her dance moves were agile and elegant, and the exquisite rings and bracelets in her hair jingled, making her look like a banished fairy walking in step with a lotus under the moon.

Up to this point, the dance is still graceful and reserved.

Feng Qiwu leaned lazily, holding a glass of wine, and looked at her indifferently.

She held the flower in her hand, and gradually leaned over with her face up. Her waist was slender and soft, like a willow. But when she bent down, her eyes slightly tilted, and her charming and seductive eyes, full of spring, fell on Feng Qiwu.

This one glance is more charming than the mountain flowers outside the pavilion, and more gorgeous than the monsters.

It seems like the dance is conveying some kind of bewitching spring emotion.

Feng Qiwu clenched the wine glass in her hand, and the gaze that fell on her gradually became fierce and obscure.

Why is this dance getting more and more weird...