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

Lord Chu's eyes darkened slightly: "Today, I would like to thank Lord Feng for his advice."

After today's incident, there will always be a rift between the king and his subjects. Even if the matter has been settled now, as long as Feng Qiwu is alive and he is loyal to this country, there is no guarantee that one day, the man sitting on the dragon throne will do something evil again, and it will be hard to guard against.

No matter what happens, he has to make some plans. Even if it costs his life, he has to protect the families of the Marquis' Mansion and not leave any one behind.

Feng Qiwu picked up the teacup and said calmly: "It's just a small favor, but it's also for myself."

If nothing is said, he will really become a scapegoat.

Lord Chu took a deep breath and turned his attention to the crossbow arrow. He was curious: "Lord Feng acts recklessly and has made many enemies in the court, but the owner of this crossbow arrow seems to be helping Lord Feng. I am very curious, who is so silent and anonymous?"

After all, Feng Qiwu was indeed too bloodthirsty and cruel in his actions, and his temperament was also capricious and cruel, and he would never let go of any grudge. People who didn't understand him would just think of him as a killer who killed people without blinking an eye, but people who understood him knew that those he killed deserved to be killed.

But most people in the world only believe what they see, and do not delve into the deeper meaning. Therefore, almost everyone avoids him and regards him as a scourge.

Now, there is someone silently helping me behind the scenes. It is really like the sun rising from the west.

Feng Qiwu remained silent, his eyes fell on the small words again.

I saw that the few words written on the paper were written in the small regular script used by girls. Each character was beautiful and the strokes were soft.

Feng Qiwu was playing with the teacup, and the gentle and elegant face of Wen Ranyan suddenly flashed in his mind. She seemed gentle on the surface, but in reality she was clearly a bewitching monster.

Thinking of the tenderness during the day and the softness of her little hands, Feng Qiwu felt a burning sensation in his waist.

He fixed his eyes, no longer thinking about those charming affairs, and opened his lips faintly, sneering: "Maybe it's not to help, but to stir up trouble according to one's own preferences, and sit back and watch the show?"

Lord Chu curled his lips and joked, "Is there someone as evil as Lord Feng in this world?"

Feng Qiwu: "..."

It was a rare sight to see Feng Qiwu speechless and choked with emotion. Lord Chu held the cup in his hand and smiled even more happily.

The moon shone through the paper window, and the two sat in the main house chatting and laughing, just like a reunion of old friends.

It was only the hour of Xu, but the long street was already bustling with activity. Perhaps there was some festival tonight, and there were many more street stalls than usual, with a dazzling array of food and entertainment.

Wen Ranyan rarely comes out at night and she is in high spirits. Since Sijin is still sleeping soundly, she is not in a hurry to go back.

She bought a beggar's chicken and a pot of fruit wine, and was eating them happily while sitting under a lush tree at the street corner. There were not many people at the street corner, and there was a narrow alley at the corner, which was full of houses that were about to be demolished. It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Wen Ranyan tore off a chicken leg and was about to taste it when she saw a woman wearing a veiled hat walking towards her.

The woman was wearing a green shirt, with a slender figure and a noble bearing. Her beauty could not be concealed even under the light veil. The breeze moved her shadow, which was playful. Under the bright moonlight, she slowly walked into the narrow alley, her figure graceful and mysterious.

It was just a quick glance, and even with her face covered by a veil, Wen Ranyan still recognized her at the first sight.

It’s Shen Zhixiang.

Although it was still early, she was the legitimate daughter of the Grand Tutor's Mansion after all. She was usually well-educated, gentle and quiet. But now, she chose to walk into this quiet alley, and there was no maid serving her. Why?

Wen Ranyan was curious, so she followed quietly while eating a chicken leg.

Her figure was as light as a civet cat. After a few breaths, she moved and sat on another lush tree. At the same time, Shen Zhixiang also stopped at the door of a dilapidated hut.

Lanterns are hung under the broken eaves, and the old wooden door is closed. It is a lonely and deserted place with few people. If you don’t know, you might think they are doing some illegal business.

Shen Zhixiang knocked on the door gently, and soon a white-haired old man welcomed her in.

Wen Ranyan looked in the direction of the situation and saw medicinal herbs scattered all over the floor of the hut. The evening breeze blew gently, and the bitter fragrance of the herbs lingered in the nose for a long time. It turned out to be a deserted and hidden medical clinic.

It stands to reason that wealthy families all have their own doctors with superb medical skills. Someone of Shen Zhixiang's status would not come to a small clinic like this alone late at night. Is there some complicated illness she has that she doesn't want anyone to know?

Wen Ranyan watched Shen Zhixiang follow the old man into the main house, and a smile of understanding suddenly flashed in her almond-shaped eyes.

Perhaps there is a possibility that this difficult and complicated problem is not a disease at all.

But it's Gu.

The spring night was chilly, insects were chirping, and the candle burning in the main house was dimming. Shen Zhixiang finally walked out with heavy steps, carrying a dose of herbal medicine. The night wind blew against her face, and the gauze of her veil fluttered gently, revealing her pretty face with a slightly sad look.

The old man walked her to the door and whispered, "Miss, you must be suffering from a mental illness. Go back and take good care of yourself. Keep your body and mind happy and you will recover. If you still feel uncomfortable after taking this medicine, I will prescribe another prescription for you."

Shen Zhixiang nodded, "Thank you, doctor."

Even though the doctor said so, the worry on her face remained unchanged.

She had a feeling that this was not a mental illness.

She said goodbye to the old man and wandered into the long night. Her thin figure seemed a little lonely at this moment.

When Shen Zhixiang's figure completely disappeared, Wen Ranyan landed gracefully, her skirt fluttering and her lotus steps graceful. She smiled and knocked on the wooden door of the clinic...

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The long night is finally over, the morning light is coming, the morning light shines gently, and the willow trees are covered with pearls.

Si Jindai came yawning as she helped Wen Ranyan to dress up. She slept too soundly last night and was unaware of anything.

Wen Ranyan sat in front of the bronze mirror, glanced at her face casually, and asked with a smile: "Sijin, did you not sleep well last night? Why do you still look tired?"

After Sijin pinned the light-colored silk flower on her bun, she said, "It's not that I'm not feeling well. It's just that I slept too well last night and was still too sleepy this morning. I almost couldn't get up."

Wen Ranyan lowered her eyebrows slightly and just smiled without saying a word.

"By the way, madam, the master invites you to have dinner in the warm room." Sijin almost forgot about the business and all sleepiness disappeared.

Wen Ranyan raised her eyebrows in surprise, but her eyes were filled with an overly bright smile: "Eat breakfast? I haven't had breakfast with my husband yet, Sijin, hurry up and get dressed, don't keep your husband waiting for too long."

They have never had breakfast together since they entered the mansion. Feng Qiwu was so proactive today. I wonder what interesting way he is thinking of to test her.

Wen Ranyan stood up with great interest, and Sijin led the way and brought her into the warm room.

The warm room was filled with precious flower pots, which were fragrant and warm all year round. Feng Qiwu was leaning on the chaise longue for a nap. When he heard footsteps, he raised his eyelids, his eyebrows and eyes were as red as a stroke of cinnabar, like a painting of a sleeping beauty.

When Wen Ranyan approached, he opened his mouth with interest.

"The meal isn't ready yet, why don't we practice calligraphy first?"