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

Helian Xiao stroked the jade ring on his thumb, and could clearly see the confusion in his eyes.

It seems like I really don’t know.

The light from the sheep-horn lamp on one side fell on Helian Xiao's face, half bright and half dark, obscure and mixed. His expression did not change at all, but the sudden silence made the imperial study room feel frosty and chilly, and the oppression was fully revealed.

Feng Zhuyue's heart was beating like a drum, and his already pale face now looked so haggard that it was almost transparent.

Helian Xiao paused slightly while playing with the jade ring. He raised his eyes and smiled faintly, "It's said in the capital that you want to build a building to gather talents. Not long ago, you privately met with several poor students and wanted to recruit them. Among them, there are many talented people. Is this true?"

The emperor's words were so powerful that they pierced Feng Zhuyue's heart like a sharp blade.

He built the Juxian Tower in secret throughout the entire process. Even if he was caught meeting with young men from poor families in private, others would not associate the Juxian Tower with him. But now, from what Helian Xiao said, it seemed that everyone in Beijing knew about it, but how was this possible?

What went wrong here?

Feng Zhuyue's surprise was only for a moment, and he soon recovered. Even though his face was haggard, he was still as gentle as a mirror. He nodded and said, "Your Majesty, it is true."

Helian Xiao raised his lips, his voice was inaudible: "There are many talented people among the children of poor families, and only the emperor needs so many talented people. People in the capital are saying that you are keeping a low profile and hiding your edge for the sake of my throne."

The faint voice fell to the ground, as if it had no power.

But to Feng Zhuyue, it was like a loud thunderclap. His breath was choked and his fingertips clenched quietly. The cold sweat had already soaked his back. He coughed for a long time before he finally found his voice.

"Your Majesty, these are all slanderous words. I am loyal to Your Majesty. Moreover, my mother, Princess Jin'an, is Your Majesty's aunt. With such a close relationship, how could I do such a treasonous thing?"

"It's all slander. I am innocent and pure."

Feng Zhuyue spoke earnestly, her face turned even paler due to anxiety, and she almost fainted.

Helian Xiao sat at the top, looking at him quietly, tapping the table with his fingertips, as if thinking about something.

Feng Zhuyue was sweating profusely. The emperor's pressure kept coming at her, and she felt like she was living a year in a day.

It was unknown how long it had passed before Helian Xiao's voice was heard again: "If it is not as the rumors say, then why did you build the Juxian Tower and give people something to talk about?"

Feng Zhuyue's eyes were clear and moist. He looked at the emperor sitting there quietly, and couldn't help but vent his passion and sincerity: "Your Majesty, I built this Juxian Tower for you."

"Oh? For me?" Helian Xiao raised his eyebrows and motioned him to continue.

Feng Zhuyue added: "Since ancient times, officials in the court have all been from aristocratic families, and there are very few children from poor families. The aristocratic families are intertwined with each other and have great power. They are often closely related. In the past, if something happened, they could only turn a blind eye, and there were many concerns and worries."

"But the children of poor families are different. Their family backgrounds are clean and simple. They don't have such a huge background. They can be better used by Your Majesty. Even if trouble arises, there is no need to worry too much."

"What I have done this time is to help Your Majesty train truly useful people. I hope Your Majesty will understand."

He spoke in a leisurely and logical manner, with earnest words.

After he finished speaking, he fell on the stretcher and kowtowed several times.

Helian Xiao looked at his gentle face illuminated by the light and remained silent for a long time.

Feng Zhuyue lay there, not daring to look up.

After a long while, Helian Xiao finally chuckled, as if the contradiction was resolved, and his voice was clear: "I don't know where the rumor came from, but it actually made me misunderstand you, my dear."

"I am really pleased with your efforts, my dear minister."

He seemed to believe it.

Fengzhu Yue's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she breathed a sigh of relief. After a moment, Helian Xiao's majestic voice came to her ears again: "Then the construction of Juxian Tower will be fully handed over to you, my dear. If this is accomplished, I will definitely reward you handsomely."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Feng Zhuyue expressed his gratitude immediately.

It was dusk, the solitary moon had disappeared, and the sound of a night watchman could be heard from the corner outside the palace gate. Helian Xiao did not keep Feng Zhuyue for long and quickly sent her away.

Feng Zhuyue lay on a stretcher, her eyes reflecting the twilight, dark and gloomy with faint twinkling moments. There was no longer the bright and clear sky and gentle jade-like appearance of the past.

He devoted most of his efforts to Juxian Building, but in the end, he ended up doing things for others?

Feng Zhuyue felt extremely unwilling and gritted her teeth in anger.

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It was Feng Qiwu’s first time to experience such a feeling. The noise in the Luan tent did not stop all night. Adding on the charming voice of Wen Ranyan, Feng Qiwu felt like he was falling into the deep sea. He could only indulge himself instinctively and was willing to sink.

It was not until the early morning of the next day that the noise in the Luan tent finally stopped. Feng Qiwu was supposed to go to the morning court, but he was delayed. Anyway, he had never been well-behaved, so it would not be a big deal if he didn't go once.

There was no movement in the Hongluan Tent, but the passionate atmosphere had not yet subsided.

Wen Ranyan was wrapped in a brocade quilt, her almond-shaped eyes half-closed, and the seductive look at the corners of her eyes was so thick that it could not be erased. She was like a sated lazy cat, lying there drunkenly, and the exposed skin was covered with red marks and dotted with crimson, making her look charming and graceful.

She was obviously very tired, but her soft little hands were still caressing Feng Qiwu's waist and abdomen, her fingertips creating ripples, and her teasing intention was obvious.

"My husband, why is there a knife mark here?" Wen Ranyan gently pressed the long, hideous knife mark and said with regret: "It was originally white and pure, like flawless jade, but with this scar, it has a little flaw."

Her voice was faint and floating, like rippling spring water, which made one's bones go weak.

Feng Qiwu grabbed her soft hand, and who knows what he was thinking of. His phoenix eyes, which were filled with scorching light, darkened a little, and there seemed to be a bloodthirsty and murderous look rising in them.

In just a moment, he hid his emotions, bit the tender flesh on her neck, and said in a hoarse voice: "Why, you despise it just because it's not a perfect jade?"

Wen Ranyan lay on the soft pillow, her eyelids slightly raised, and a soft and charming voice sounded: "Why do you think of disgust, my husband? Maybe, it's heartache?"

She looked at him, still smiling and joking as usual, and it was unclear whether she was sincere or just talking nonsense.

Feng Qiwu narrowed his eyes and stared at her for a long while. Finally, he grabbed her wrist and said, "Get up and wash up."

The two of them had been together for a long time, their bodies sticking to each other, their breath blending together, and the heat surged as soon as they moved.

"I don't want to move. I'm tired."

Wen Ranyan hugged the soft pillow and lay comfortably, too lazy to move even a finger.

"Spoiled." Feng Qiwu put on his inner clothes and stood up. He stood beside the carved wooden bed, looking down at her.

Wen Ranyan raised her head, her delicate lips slightly opened: "Since you suggested it, then just carry me to take a bath~"

After she finished speaking, she casually changed her posture, crossed her white and smooth legs, slightly raised her exposed shoulders, and stared at Feng Qiwu with a pair of charming eyes, with lustful eyes.