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

When he spoke, he was very close to her, and his warm breath swirled around her ears, seeming to tickle even her eardrums.

Wen Ranyan shrank her fingertips and asked with a little curiosity: "What is it?"

"Military token." Feng Qiwu raised his lips and pronounced the words with great emphasis.

After he finished speaking, he stared at Wen Ranyan's profile leisurely, as if he was quietly appreciating her reaction.

After hearing this, Wen Ranyan subconsciously glanced at his waist.

He saw a dark black token on his waist. The token was made of black iron, surrounded by condensed air, and was indestructible, symbolizing supreme power.

Is this the military token that Lu Yao has been talking about and asking her to seize?

Feng Qiwu hung such a precious thing around his waist without any hesitation?

Or was he testing her?

Wen Ranyan was not afraid at all. Instead, she changed her posture comfortably, and said in a soft voice full of admiration: "It turns out to be a military talisman. No wonder it feels so special."

"How is it extraordinary?" Feng Qiwu approached, his cold eyes moving around her face.

From this angle he couldn't see her expression. He could only see the charming teardrop mole under her eye and the watery gleam in her eyes, so delicate that it seemed like it would be broken by a gust of wind.

Wen Ranyan's eyes sparkled, and she spoke sweetly, "I can't really explain it... Anyway, a man as charming as my husband must have extraordinary things."

Feng Qiwu: "..."

He stared at the tempting corners of Wen Ranyan's lips, and the darker his eyes became, the more dangerous they seemed.

As expected of someone sent by Prime Minister Wen, he is really eloquent.

If her tongue were cut off, she wouldn't be able to say such disgusting and nauseating words, right?

"Oh, is it so?"

Feng Qiwu thought of the bloody feeling when his tongue was cut, and the murderous intent in his eyes spread wantonly. He seemed to be immersed in a strange pleasure...

Wen Ranyan was immediately enveloped by murderous intent and coldness, but the more this happened, the more beautiful and lingering her smile became.

Sure enough, he was testing her.

Wen Ranyan spoke softly: "Of course..."

Feng Qiwu's thin, red lips were slightly curved, and her smile was as beautiful as the bright moon, but her tone was slow, as if she was playing with her prey.

"Everyone is coveting this military token, even Prime Minister Wen is no exception. As the second daughter of the Wen family, don't you want to use the military token to please Prime Minister Wen?"

After he finished speaking, he freed one hand to caress her delicate neck. The smooth and soft skin made him feel distracted for a moment.

But in a flash, his hands suddenly tightened, as if he wanted to break her neck.

He quietly admired the red marks on her neck caused by torture, smiling cruelly, with a different kind of excitement in his phoenix eyes, like a complete and delighted madman.

At this moment, the air was suppressed and condensed...

"Ouch..." Wen Ranyan felt pain, her eyes were misty, like a beautiful glass beauty that was about to break.

Poorly tight.

She sniffed and said in a weak, trembling voice, "I have never thought of taking the military token, nor do I want to please Prime Minister Wen. I only know that we are husband and wife, and we are of one mind."

Feng Qiwu didn't say anything. He turned and touched the teardrop mole under her eye, again and again, gently and lingeringly.

But his hands were cold, just like a cold mollusk, and the caress was dangerous and made people tremble.

"You are really good at speaking. Prime Minister Wen taught you very well..." Feng Qiwu frowned and lowered his voice deliberately.

Wen Ranyan was so scared that she whimpered: "It's just what I think."

Feng Qiwu saw that she was shaking non-stop, as if she would faint from fright at any time. He sneered, but soon lost interest and stopped making things difficult for her.

It's really hard to help but scare a delicate woman.

Very boring...

They went to a natural hunting ground. It was desolate and overgrown with weeds, but wild rabbits and pheasants ran by from time to time, making it indeed a good place for hunting.

When we arrived, the hunting ground was deserted. Crows were crying on the branches of dead trees. The desolation was so desolate that it was a little scary.

Wen Ranyan looked around and shrank back in fear: "Are we the only two?"

"You hope there are a lot of people?" Feng Qiwu said as he got off his horse nimbly.

A gust of wind blew, and his bright red sleeves brushed across his cold eyebrows, and his soft black hair swept across her beautiful face. He just stood under the horse, looking at her sharply, admiring her fear and embarrassment.

"How could that be?" Wen Ranyan met his gaze, timidly and sweetly: "It's so nice to be alone together."

Feng Qiwu opened his mouth and said, "Get off the horse yourself."

He crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes were teasing, and he showed no intention of helping.

After hearing this, Wen Ranyan looked at him resentfully, then she stretched out her little feet to test the height, but she was too petite to reach the ground no matter what. She was so scared that she retracted her feet like a helpless cub, holding the horse's neck tightly with both hands.

"Husband, it's too high, I can't get down..."

Wen Ranyan's eyes were red, and she acted coquettishly and tearfully to show her weakness.

Feng Qiwu looked at her miserable and pitiful appearance coldly, and still had no intention of helping her.

Wen Ranyan knew that he would not help her, so she stretched her legs tentatively again, and finally, she closed her eyes and jumped down as if she was ready to die.

She was so weak that she almost sprained her ankle when she jumped down.

"Useless." Feng Qiwu scolded coldly.

Wen Ranyan was like a frightened baby rabbit, her eyes turned red from crying, and that red color seemed to add a hint of charm, and with the teardrop mole under her eyes, she looked like a fairy that sucked people's souls.

Feng Qiwu stared at the red corners of her eyes, his Adam's apple rolled, and his eyes became even hotter and more dangerous.

Wen Ranyan rubbed his sore wrist and walked slowly to Feng Qiwu's side.

Her waist was slender and looked very soft.

Feng Qiwu's eyes were deep, and a strong desire for possession flashed in the depths of his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

He was just a spy sent by Prime Minister Wen, not worthy of disturbing his mind...

"Can you draw a bow?" Feng Qiwu turned around and took a bow from his horse, then threw it into Wen Ranyan's arms.

Wen Ranyan subconsciously reached out to take it, but the bow was so heavy that it almost bent her slender waist.

She dragged the bow with great effort, her face flushed red, she pouted and said pitifully, "I don't know how... can my husband teach me?"

At that time, the grass was swaying, and there seemed to be a strange sound coming out -

Feng Qiwu glanced casually towards the bushes, and suddenly, her eyes became frivolous and she smiled in an unfathomable manner, as if she had expected it.

"Okay, I'll teach you." Feng Qiwu retracted his gaze and agreed to Wen Ranyan's request for the first time.

After hearing this, Wen Ranyan raised her eyebrows in surprise.

She thought he would not agree.

But why did my mood suddenly become so good?

Before she could finish her exploration, Feng Qiwu came up to her, picked up the bow, and taught her step by step how to draw the bow and shoot an arrow.

"Put your hands up."

"You are so weak, is it because my family didn't give you food?"

He held her in his arms wantonly, his body was scorching hot, filled with an indescribable aggression, extremely strong and overbearing.

"But, the bow is really heavy..."

Wen Ranyan curled her fingertips and leaned against his chest as if she had no bones.

In an instant, the two people's aura blended with each other.

Progress step by step.

Turbulent and ambiguous...