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

Wen Ranyan lay on the chaise longue, swinging her bent legs contentedly.

The hem of the trousers slipped down slightly, revealing a small section of fair white ankle, which looked as if it was made of white jade. As it swayed slightly, it looked so white, delicate and translucent, and exuded a seductive charm.

Wen Ranyan rested her hand lightly on her head, but her gaze fell on Feng Qiwu who was standing outside the warm room behind the screen.

He was standing in a pavilion in a red robe, his skirt fluttering like a blooming bright red lotus. He stood tall in the Nine-Curve Corridor, as if whispering something. The sound of the wind was like sand and it was difficult to hear clearly. However, his eyes were cold and gloomy, which definitely meant that nothing good would happen.

Wen Ranyan lazily withdrew her gaze, but her hand could not help but touch her beautiful back. The ink of the two words on her back was not dry yet, and her fingertips just lightly brushed over it and were stained with it.

She retracted her hand, looked at the ink-colored fingertips, her almond-shaped eyes gleaming as she pondered.

She seemed to have revealed something.

When she shot the crossbow arrow last night, Feng Qiwu should have been in Lord Chu's mansion. Being such a smart man, he must have seen through the trick and knew who the emperor wanted to kill, so he took the initiative to visit and remind him, also for his own sake.

It was just that her crossbow arrows came at too coincidental and he saw them all. This could explain his abnormal behavior today. He was just waiting for her to show her true colors.

He was a mysterious, meticulous and suspicious person. He had never stopped doubting and testing her. Now this matter might not be over yet. He suddenly turned away and left while whispering an order. He probably wanted to go to the farm where she had stayed and find something to hold against her.

However, this doesn't matter much. She doesn't expect to keep it secret for long. As long as she can get the beauty as she wishes, the rest are just small tricks and little fun to get the beauty.

Maybe the handwriting on the small piece of paper was written like that on purpose because she was in a good mood?

Wen Ranyan picked up her dress and put it on slowly and leisurely. There was no fear of being checked in her eyes. Instead, she looked relaxed and happy, with a charming look.

When Feng Qiwu came in, he saw her tying her belt. Her white hands were wrapped around the belt and slowly tied into a knot, her knuckles showing through, revealing a hint of pink.

"Husband, can we serve the meal now? I am starving."

Wen Ranyan heard the footsteps, rubbed her stomach, and glanced at him aggrievedly. In an instant, her eyes lit up.

Feng Qiwu naturally would not let her starve, and quickly ordered the maid outside the warm room to serve the meal.

Wen Ranyan gracefully got off the couch, her ink-stained fingers faintly visible through her gauze dress.

Feng Qiwu passed over her body, then landed on her fingers, sneering: "Why are your fingers black?"

Wen Ranyan hid her blackened fingers in her gauze dress, her almond-shaped eyes slightly moved, her voice soft and sweet: "The writing on the back hasn't dried yet, I accidentally touched it, and it turned black."

A faint smile flashed across Feng Qiwu's brows, but what she said was not very pleasant: "Wash it if it's dirty, otherwise it won't be very clean."

"Got it." Wen Ranyan gave him a resentful look before going to the cabinet to wash her hands.

Feng Qiwu looked at her leaving back, his eyes dark and heavy, as if stained with the cold snow of cigarettes. He suddenly turned sideways and walked out of the warm room. At this moment, Sijin came in with a meal. Feng Qiwu paused, and his cold eyes fell on Sijin unconsciously.

"Come with me."

His cold voice exploded in Sijin's ears.

Sijin quickly put the meal down, then, with her body tensed and her head lowered, she followed Feng Qiwu.

Feng Qiwu didn't go anywhere else, but went to Wen Ranyan's room for a look.

Her room was permeated with a refreshing fragrance that could concentrate the heart. The pomegranate flowers in the porcelain basin under the windowsill were in full bloom. The small smoky-red flowers were trembling in the spring breeze. Feng Qiwu gently twisted the delicate petals, and in an instant, the flower juice oozed out, staining his fingertips with a gorgeous color.

Sijin stood aside, trembling.

She secretly glanced at Feng Qiwu's expression, then quickly lowered her eyes and looked away, her heart instantly beating fast.

The master suddenly called her out without saying anything. She almost couldn't breathe under such overwhelming pressure.

Just when Sijin was about to be unable to bear it, Feng Qiwu glanced at her nonchalantly and finally spoke: "Last night, was Madam in the room the whole time?"

The petals in his hand were crushed into pieces by him, and he couldn't help but pinched a new petal.

It's really ruthless.

Sijin looked at the pot of ruined pomegranate flowers with heartache, and said carefully: "That's natural. Madam stayed in the house all night last night. Madam is polite. It was late at night and she didn't even stay in the yard."

Feng Qiwu stared at her and suddenly changed his tone: "Did you watch her fall asleep?"

The wind blew, and his voice was like frost and snow falling to the ground. The slightly warm room suddenly became as cold as ice.

Si Jin rubbed her palms and said in a trembling voice, "I made the bedding and waited for Madam to go to bed. It is always like this, and it was the same last night... However, I was a little sleepy last night, so I went back to my room to rest after making the bedding."

As soon as the words fell, Sijin saw an incomprehensible curve appear at the corner of Feng Qiwu's mouth.

It seemed like he was laughing, but it was filled with an indescribable horror, as if he had found a breakthrough that could not be any smaller. It could obviously be ignored, but he felt like he had found a treasure. His phoenix eyes were slightly burning with a strange joy.

"That is to say, I didn't watch her fall asleep."

His voice was deep, but a smile slowly appeared on his lips.

Sijin felt creepy all of a sudden. She opened her lips slightly, but in the end, she couldn't say anything and just nodded blankly.

Feng Qiwu waved his hand casually, "Got it, go back and serve her dinner."

The wind chimes on the corridor made crisp tinkling sounds, and Feng Qiwu stepped out of the house sideways, her deep red sleeves fluttering in the wind, the tassels on the pendants around her waist shone with gold, and her waist was as tight as a girdle, dazzling and gorgeous.

Inside the Nuan Pavilion.

When Wen Ranyan came back after washing her hands, she found that Feng Qiwu had left, but the table was filled with a delicious and sumptuous breakfast.

When Sijin saw her come back, she immediately went to greet her and waited for her to sit down and have her meal.

"Where is my husband?" Wen Ranyan asked casually while eating crispy rolls.

Si Jin's eyes flashed, and then she smiled and said, "I don't know, maybe he went out for something, but before leaving, the master specifically told me to serve the lady for dinner."

After saying this, Sijin frowned guiltily. She wasn't really lying, as her master did give the order.

Wen Ranyan looked at her several times: "Really?"

She felt so guilty, maybe Feng Qiwu wanted to ask her out for questioning.

"Yes, I'll serve you a bowl of rice porridge to warm your stomach." Sijin made eye contact with her for a moment, then quickly withdrew her gaze and immediately went to serve the porridge as if to cover up.

Wen Ranyan turned a blind eye, pretending not to see anything, and ate and drank leisurely, enjoying herself.

Returning to the room, Wen Ranyan saw at a glance the badly damaged pomegranate flowers. The broken petals were scattered all over the windowsill, trembling slightly in the wind, looking so pitiful.

Feng Qiwu had indeed come to her room and questioned Sijin.

"Madam, these petals fell naturally. I will clean them up immediately."

Sijin wanted to cover it up, so she went to clean it up immediately.

Wen Ranyan looked at her back, her almond-shaped eyes moving as she smiled silently.