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

Feng Qiwu was playing with the teacup, his dark eyes gleaming with a frosty light.

"But are his abilities worthy of his ambition?"

After he finished speaking, the coldness in his eyes suddenly faded, and his thin lips slightly curved into a beautiful arc, but it was full of ridicule and mockery.

Foolish thing, dares to covet the throne like others.

Is he so unscrupulous because he has the support of the eldest princess in his family?

Sooner or later you will kill yourself.

The private room was freezing cold, and Qi Jiuzhu felt as if he was in the dead of winter.

He exhaled quietly, and after a while, he faced the cold wave and suggested: "Master, do you want me to capture the poor disciples that Feng Zhuyue met and give them a good beating? Or, I can just go and destroy the Juxian Pavilion that is under construction."

To put it nicely, it is the Juxian Pavilion, but in fact, Feng Zhuyue must have come up with some vicious thoughts to deal with their master.

Those children from poor families not only hate the aristocratic families, but also have complaints about their masters. They only read books of sages, but turn a deaf ear to what is happening outside. They only look at the surface of everything and are pedantic and inflexible. The death of Jiang Beiwang and his cronies the day before yesterday was just an opportunity for them to take advantage of and their words were quite disrespectful.

Now, they are following Feng Zhuyue's lead, and I am afraid that they will say even more unpleasant things in the future.

The more Qi Jiuzhu thought about it, the more upset he felt and the harder it was to calm down. He wished he could rush over right now and capture those pedantic guys, teach them a lesson and give them a good beating. It would not be too late to release them after they learned to adapt.

Compared to Qi Jiuzhu's indignation, Feng Qiwu was relaxed and calm. He tasted the tea and said lazily, "Let him have fun. The one sitting on the dragon throne is not a good guy either. Don't they like to play the mantis catching the cicada while the oriole waits behind? Let them be the mantis and the cicada and fight slowly to see who kills themselves first."

"We can just be a little bit of a jackal and give them some tips occasionally, so that the battle will be more intense and exciting."

He said it lightly, but his slow laughter was filled with brutality and blood.

He now really enjoys cutting meat with a blunt knife.

Qi Jiuzhu understood the deeper meaning of his words and realized that he knew what was going on, so he felt at ease.

The moonlit veil outside the private room was alluring, its color like mist. Feng Qiwu was drinking tea and felt that the taste of the tea had faded, and her interest was almost gone.

He stood up, his red robe dragging on the ground, layer upon layer. He casually pushed open the door of the private room, and coincidentally, the door of the private room next door was also opened.

In an instant, Feng Zhuyue and Feng Qiwu came face to face.

Feng Zhuyue was followed by four young men from poor families. They were having a great conversation and were still chatting before leaving.

But as soon as she opened the door, she felt a cold wind blowing on her face, and the talking and laughing stopped abruptly. Feng Zhuyue immediately met Feng Qiwu's cold eyes which were gloomy and smiling, and there was a hint of mischief in them, as if he was looking at an insignificant and stupid thing.

Why that look?

Does he think he is smart?

Feng Zhuyue was furious. He clenched his fists, but his face remained warm and gentle. He said, "What a coincidence. Master Feng is also here to have tea and enjoy delicious food?"

Feng Qiwu didn't say anything, but glanced at him casually, and finally, his eyes fell on the four poor students behind him. Then, he curled his thin lips slightly and smiled unfathomably.

Feng Zhuyue felt a chill down his spine for a moment. Those eyes, that smile, were like a bright light, as if they could reveal all his hidden desires and ambitions.

His heart was beating fast, and he couldn't help but put the four poor students behind him, which seemed like he was trying to cover up his own faults.

Feng Qiwu glanced at him with an even stronger sneer in his eyes.

Being blatantly ignored and mocked like this, Feng Zhuyue felt a burning pain on her face.

He was just about to argue a few words when the silver bell on his waist suddenly shattered. Before he could be surprised, he felt a piercing pain in his chest, as if a hammer was hitting his heart, or as if he was being bitten by thousands of snakes and ants. The pain made his face pale and his back arched.

"King Nanyang, what's wrong with you?"

"Are you okay?"

When the children from poor families saw this, their faces turned pale and they became extremely anxious.

Feng Qiwu looked down at him with a cold look in his eyes, then turned around and was about to leave.

Just at this moment, Feng Zhuyue spat out a mouthful of blood, which instantly stained Feng Qiwu's embroidered belt.

Feng Qiwu paused, he looked at the few stains on the embroidered belt, the smile in his eyes faded instantly, a surging murderous look seemed to gather in his eyes and roar, he side-glanced and gave Feng Zhuyue a sharp look.

What bad luck.

But Feng Zhuyue seemed to be suffering from a serious illness. After spitting out blood, his eyes were closed tightly like a rag and he lay there motionless. If he was not still breathing, he would have looked like dead.

"Oh no! Prince Nanyang was frightened by Feng Qiwu and vomited blood."

"Feng Qiwu is such a terrifying person."

"Quick, carry King Nanyang to the hospital...!"

The young man from a poor family was so frightened that he was in a panic. Finally, he found a stretcher from somewhere and finally lifted Feng Zhuyue up safely.

Looking at Feng Zhuyue who was hurriedly carried away on a stretcher, Feng Qiwu opened his thin lips and suddenly laughed coldly: "I changed my mind. Now I want them to fight, and fight until they are bloody. The more fierce the better."

Although he was smiling, that smile made people feel creepy, and his dark eyes were full of cruelty and violence.

Qi Jiuzhu stood behind him, silent and not daring to say anything.

It was the dead of night, when everything was silent and a poisonous thread suddenly entangled the colorfully painted walls of the mansion.

Wen Ranyan stepped on the poisonous silk, her figure was graceful, as if she was walking on the moon. She had already changed out of her red dress when she came here, and now she was wearing a plain dress with hibiscus embroidered on the hem.

Shen Zhixiang's poison had been cured, so she was grateful to her profusely. However, she came in a hurry and didn't bring the medical fee with her, so she said she would pay it later.

As for the number, it can only be more, not less.

Wen Ranyan entered the room and was about to undress and go to bed when there were knocks on her door.

The man came with a lamp in his hand, and it was a stranger. "Madam, the master wants you to help him bathe."

Wen Ranyan's eyes were reflected in the moonlight, shining brightly: "Now?"

Is there such a wonderful thing?

"Yes ma'am, please follow me."

The maid held a lantern and led the way.

Wen Ranyan's dress fluttered as she followed her briskly.

It was late at night, and the pearl lamp niches in the corridors on all sides were lit. The dim lights lingered like fireflies in a mountain stream, spreading out under her feet and illuminating the road ahead.

The maid quickly brought her to the hot spring pool in the backyard. She had been here before. It was here that she washed up after the last time she made a fool of herself in the warm room.

Today, the hot spring pool is still the same, surrounded by mist and hazy heat, but the person soaking in the water has become Feng Qiwu.

Wen Ranyan glanced sideways and saw his cold, white, and translucent back that looked like jade. His black hair fell to his waist, and became wet due to being wet. There was an indescribable gorgeous beauty in his messy and wet appearance.

Wen Ranyan approached gently, bent down, and slowly stirred the water in the pool with her small hand. In an instant, ripples appeared, as if rubbing Feng Qiwu's smoothly curved waist and abdomen.

"My dear, why are you still awake at this hour?"

Through the curling smoke, Wen Ranyan's touching voice lingered in Feng Qiwu's ears.