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

Feng Qiwu leaned on a pillar painted with cloud patterns. The wind and rain soaked his clothes, but he seemed unaware. He just stared at the graceful figure separating a human body in the rainy night.

She smiled happily when she killed people, and her ruthlessness and quickness were amazing.

Through the vast rain curtain, even he himself did not know how hot and tender his phoenix eyes were at this moment, burning like a prairie fire.

Before Wen Ranyan could put away the poison thread and hide the corpse, he was caught red-handed by the beauty.

Instead of showing the panic of being caught, her face looked back contentedly.

The wind and rain passed by, and the messy hair swept across her eyebrows. The bloodstains on her face were like blooming red plums, and all kinds of bright colors were dyed at the corners of her eyes. The rain fell slowly, like charming smoke.

Her charming eyes moved and immediately met Feng Qiwu's fiery eyes.

"My husband really knows how to pick the right time. How long have you been standing there looking?"

It was still the usual casual chat, but the tone had changed. It was no longer gentle and kind, but charming enough to make one's bones numb. Even the ending note seemed to have a hook, entangled with one's soul.

Feng Qiwu opened his thin lips, his eyes burning even more fiercely: "Not more, not less, just enough to see how you separated that person's body."

The rain was chilly, but she just stood there in the rain with a sweet smile on her face. Her wet clothes clung to her body, her figure was slender and her waist seemed like it could be broken easily. Her face was warm and pretty, like a red, red and black painting, a fairy under the moon.

But these are all illusions. Who could know that such a delicate, soft and lively person could actually have such a charming, yet cruel and ruthless appearance under her skin?

He couldn't take his eyes off her, and even his heart felt hot.

It's a feeling I haven't had in many years.

Wen Ranyan met his eyes again and was slightly surprised.

Why are his eyes so fiery?

It was filled with undisguised plunder and aggression, and also concealed unspeakable pleasure and excitement, as if he wanted to tear her bones apart and stomach her, squeezing and twisting her violently, more passionately and voluptuously than before.

He seemed to like her like this.

Wen Ranyan suddenly had an epiphany. Could it be that she had been doing something wrong all along?

Surprise subsided, and she smiled even more persistently: "Does it look good?"

Feng Qiwu's eyes were deep and his voice was low and hoarse: "It looks good."

Wen Ranyan opened her red lips slightly, her eyes sparkling: "Do you like it?"

Feng Qiwu rubbed his fingertips vigorously.

"like……"

His fiery voice came word by word, filled with scorching tenderness.

Wen Ranyan wiped the rain stains off her face, then walked gracefully to the corridor, gently pulled his sleeve and led him into the house: "It's still raining, let's go inside and talk slowly if you have anything to say."

Feng Qiwu's dark eyes were filled with desire, and he stared at her white wrist stained with blood. He actually took the initiative to follow her steps and walked into the room.

The lights in the house were shining brightly, and the sandalwood was curling in the incense burner.

Feng Qiwu looked at Wen Ranyan, who was changing into clean clothes behind the embroidered screen, her eyes dark and terribly hot.

He hid the calligraphy in Wen Ranyan's handwriting that Qi Jiuzhu had found in the village into his sleeve.

The handwriting was elegant and clean. At first glance, it looked similar to the small handwriting that night. But if you looked closely, you could see that the small handwriting had a different style, and was surprisingly similar to the sloppy and wild handwriting she wrote.

As for the assassin, he was the one who let him in on his own initiative.

Otherwise, his Feng Mansion is heavily guarded, how could it be possible that he couldn't stop even a small assassin?

He just came here to call for an explanation, but unexpectedly, he saw a stunning scene that he would never forget in his life.

He had never seen such a woman before. The expression in her eyes when she killed people was exactly the same as his. He couldn't suppress the excitement of meeting a fellow human being.

How could such a wonderful person be a delicate and weak woman who was kept on the farm and controlled by Prime Minister Wen?

Sure enough, it was a monster that came from nowhere.

However, none of this matters anymore.

"What is your husband thinking about?"

Wen Ranyan had already changed her clothes and was standing beside him.

She was wearing a bright red dress, with a snake-shaped bracelet around her wrist and golden bells on her ankles that jingled as she walked. The hem of her tulle skirt fluttered in the wind, revealing her two slender white legs, which were enchanting and charming.

Feng Qiwu looked at her dressed like this, the dark lust in his eyes almost overflowing.

Last time he thought that her ankles were so slender and white that they would look good with bells on them, but he didn't expect them to be so perfect. The combination of gold and snow-white was so charming that it bewitched the heart.

Feng Qiwu opened her lips, and a teasing look appeared in her eyes, "I was wondering, with such great abilities, why are you willing to act like a spoiled brat?"

"Of course it's for my husband's beauty."

Wen Ranyan leaned on Feng Qiwu's shoulder, and her small hand mischievously reached into his collar, caressing the muscles on his chest with her soft and boneless hands.

"what for?"

Feng Qiwu's tail vertebrae couldn't help but feel numb, but this time he didn't reach out to stop her. Instead, he let her do whatever she wanted, and the heat in his eyes kept growing.

Wen Ranyan slowly covered his ear and smiled, "Since the first time I saw you, I have coveted your beauty, but you don't seem to like coquettish girls, and prefer delicate girls more, so I pretended to be delicate, hoping to get what I want."

Feng Qiwu frowned slightly and sneered when he heard this.

She actually described it as being attracted by someone's beauty in such a nice way, but he wasn't angry at all.

The faint scent of rosemary lingered around her nose like a deadly poison. Feng Qiwu could no longer bear it and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly, and whispered in a hoarse voice: "Who said I like Jiaojiaoer?"

Wen Ranyan put her arms around Feng Qiwu's neck, her eyes flushed, and her voice was tender and charming: "I misunderstood. If I had known that you liked seductive people, I wouldn't have pretended."

As she moved, the golden bells on her body rang again, clear and pleasant.

Feng Qiwu held her slender waist, listening to the crisp sound of the golden bell, and his breathing became heavier and heavier.

As expected, just as people say, the people of Miaojiang are good at misleading people.

"Were you the one who shot the crossbow arrow that night?" Feng Qiwu couldn't help but reach into her dress and rub the soft flesh on her waist through the thin bra.

"Yes."

"why?"

Wen Ranyan looked up at him, her almond eyes flickering with the charm of Wu Nong's soft language: "Of course it's to help my husband share his worries and solve his problems."

Feng Qiwu pinched her soft flesh and said, "Speak human language."

Wen Ranyan bent her toes and moaned softly. She wrapped her fingers around his and said with a wicked smile, "Okay, I just want to muddy the waters. The muddier it gets, the more interesting it is. I'll just sit back and watch the show."

Feng Qiwu lowered his eyes and bit her round earlobe. "Sure enough, she is a monster that always stirs up trouble."