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

There were layers of tulle hanging down in the pavilion, the air was thick and thin, and the entangled figures of the two people were looming behind the tulle, graceful and affectionate.

There were a few tears on Wen Ranyan's eyelashes, which made her look pitiful and delicate. Even though she was begging for mercy, her tearful eyes were bold and exposed, filled with an alluring light.

Her soft hands, as white as scallions, slowly reached for the belt around his waist.

The laces were untied, and in an instant, Feng Qiwu's slender and smooth body lines were clearly revealed in front of her, and even the red plums on her snow-white skin were revealed more and more unscrupulously.

Wen Ranyan smiled tenderly, and her small hand slid in boldly, only to feel a jade-like touch spreading across her fingertips. The muscles on his abdomen were distinct, and the lines were smooth, which was very good.

"You are seducing me." Feng Qiwu's eyes were like fire and his voice was terribly hoarse.

Wen Ranyan smiled innocently, but her white hands suddenly changed their position and began to linger and caress his embroidered waist belt.

Feng Qiwu's eyes were dark. In order to punish her, he leaned over and bit her collarbone. He bit deep, leaving a red mark on her snow-white skin in an instant, like a red plum embellishment, ambiguous.

Wen Ranyan felt pain, but her eyes were filled with alluring beauty.

Feng Qiwu then kissed her again, the bright sunlight shone into the attic, the whole room was floating and sinking like flowers and mist.

"With your hands..."

When the passion reached its peak, Feng Qiwu suddenly stopped. He whispered in Wen Ranyan's ear. His voice was like the mist in the clouds, vague, low and slow, with an inhumanly calm self-control.

The lust in Feng Qiwu's eyes was clearly so strong that it was about to overflow, but she was able to endure it until this point.

Wen Ranyan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she looked at him in surprise.

"Just the hands?"

Wen Ranyan's voice was tender, and she could clearly feel the changes in his body, which was as hot as a fire. Even the air around them was sticky and charming.

Is it just the hands, that's all?

Feng Qiwu pressed her down, and his low, hoarse voice spread in her ears: "If it's not a hand, what else do you want it to be?"

Wen Ranyan didn't say anything, but leaned softly against him, but her almond-shaped eyes were filled with many seductive looks. Her thin lips moved slightly, and she was shy to speak. Even a glance up was enough to captivate people.

"Don't think about anything else."

Feng Qiwu unconsciously covered her charming eyes, leaned over, and gently kissed her delicate earlobe, "Focus a little more..."

Wen Ranyan bit her lip, and for a moment she felt that her passion suddenly came to an abrupt end. Even though she was unwilling and had lost interest, she still listened to him.

In a moment, the ear was filled with long and sexy gasps, which were so sexy and sexy.

After struggling for a long time, Wen Ranyan felt her wrists were so sore that she could hardly lift them. Her palms were red and it hurt a lot to touch them.

It's really tiring.

On the other hand, Feng Qiwu was like a sated wolf, he lazily curled up on the chaise longue, his gloomy phoenix eyes tinged with a hint of relaxation, handsome as peach blossoms, rosy and burning, the whole person became more and more decadent and gorgeous, but also more and more sharp and dangerous.

In the bird-beaked bronze tripod on the table, incense was lit at some point, and the smoke was curling up, as if it could cover up the smell of blood in the pavilion.

When Sijin knocked on the door and entered, Wen Ranyan was still leaning on the ground, her clothes were disheveled, her hair was messy, her face was stained with blood, and tears were about to fall from the corners of her eyes. She looked tortured beyond belief.

Si Jin could immediately feel the burning heat in the pavilion. What was there to not understand?

But there is a dead person in the pavilion, and the owner is so reckless to do this. Isn’t he too unkind to women?

Fortunately, my wife still loves him so deeply.

Feng Qiwu raised his eyelids and motioned for her to take Wen Ranyan downstairs to wash and change clothes.

Sijin bowed and said, "Yes."

"Madam, follow me." She walked to Wen Ranyan, put her coat on her to cover her, and gently pulled her up.

Wen Ranyan stood up obediently, she pulled her coat together, and looked in the direction of Feng Qiwu. Her almond-shaped eyes were hazy, like pearls floating up and down, and suddenly she seemed to have lost all worldly desires.

She worked hard for half a day, but in the end, she only used her hands and didn't get any benefits at all...

Feng Qiwu turned her gaze to the side, and for a moment, their eyes met. For a moment, he could not understand the expression in her eyes.

He lowered his brows, his eyes flickering with amusement.

Wen Ranyan bowed and said, "Husband, I will go down first."

Feng Qiwu waved his hand, his eyes calm and indifferent, like a scumbag who would throw away what he had used.

Sijin took her to the hot spring pool in the backyard.

The open-air hot spring pool is surrounded by swaying tree shadows and the setting sun.

Wen Ranyan stood in the mist and dismissed Sijin: "Sijin, please leave first. I want to do it myself."

Sijin hesitated for a while, but still responded and walked out.

The wrist that was sore just now is much better now. She took off her outer shirt and casually unbuttoned her embroidered shirt. In an instant, there was a "dong" sound, and a token rolled out of her shirt.

Wen Ranyan picked up the token and slowly stepped into the hot spring pool.

She twirled the token in one hand and leaned against the pool wall with her soft body. Her skin as white as cream was faintly visible in the mist, extremely charming. Her dusty eyes were once again filled with a scorching color.

She said that the token might be in her underwear.

Feng Qiwu just didn't believe it, and she didn't even untie her clothes when she had such a good chance just now, thus wasting the opportunity to catch her by her tail.

Wen Ranyan sighed slightly with regret, but her eyes were as cunning as a fox, without even the slightest trace of regret.

When she came out after washing up, Feng Qiwu had already left.

No one knew where the body in the pavilion had been dragged to, the bloodstains on the ground had been cleaned up, and a rich fragrance floated in the air, as if the absurdity that had just happened had never existed.

Wen Ranyan took a glance and then looked away, leaving this castle in the air with Sijin.

Sijin looked at the red marks on her neck that looked like they were caused by torture. She wanted to say something but stopped herself. Finally, she comforted her, "Madam, don't be sad. Although the master's actions were a bit absurd, most people can't climb up to that castle in the air. Madam is the first person to be led up by the master."

Wen Ranyan glanced sideways, her almond eyes smiling: "How am I sad?"

Sijin screamed "ah". She thought that her master's rudeness and insolence would make her sad. After all, as a girl, how could she tolerate such bloody and absurd things?

However, now it seems that she is in a good mood.

Sijin felt relieved for a long time. The two of them walked through the corridor and soon returned to their residence.

In just half a day, the chaos at the Spring Banquet had already spread throughout the capital. A headless assassin had appeared in the heavily guarded Princess's residence. Feng Qiwu's disturbance at the Spring Banquet seemed to be related to the assassin. The two were connected, and the mystery seemed to be becoming more and more subtle and unpredictable.

Who exactly did the assassin come to kill?

Who killed him, and what role did Feng Qiwu play?

For a time, the rumor spread, becoming more and more lively and more outrageous.

When the moon rose above the willows, the lights in Wen Ranyan's room were brightly lit.

The room was bright and warm, making the four white walls look even whiter and brighter. The carvings on the window were also reflected on the desk. Wen Ranyan sat under the window, slowly opened the lid of the incense burner and added the freshly made spices into it.

"Sijin, these are the new spices that were delivered. Come and smell them to see if they smell good."

Under the moonlight veil, her almond-shaped eyes were bright and beautiful, but when you looked closely, they seemed to reveal a bit of strangeness.