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

Wen Ranyan raised her head high, the flickering candlelight reflected on her face, making her features look a little blurry, but her almond-shaped eyes became more gloomy and mysterious.

"Perhaps I will try my best to force it down your throat, or maybe I will slip it into your food without anyone noticing... Anyway, I won't drink it myself."

She said a lot in a soft voice, but it seemed that only the last sentence was the truth.

Feng Qiwu groaned: "You really dare to say anything."

His hot hands caressed her face, slowly moving down, and twisting her lips heavily until they turned red, then he stopped. His handsome face hidden in the darkness became a little gloomy, his eyebrows and eyes were cold, and his aura was full of hostility.

Wen Ranyan opened her lips slightly and gently held his finger, "My husband dares to ask me, how can I not dare to answer?"

She looked straight at Feng Qiwu with seductive eyes. Even though the man in front of her was dangerous, she remained calm and composed, and still teased him.

How can I be afraid when I have my own abilities?

The slight dampness and warmth on his fingertips were transmitted, and Feng Qiwu felt a tingling sensation in every part of his body. He lowered his eyes, and his gaze fell on her charming almond-shaped eyes. He curled his thin lips slightly, and leaned forward again with a vicious look, and there was a terrifying danger in his black eyes.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll get angry..."

Before she finished her words, he suddenly reached out and took the golden hairpin from her hair.

Her long black hair swirled down behind her waist like a waterfall, with a few strands sticking to her pretty face. Her hair was disheveled but still beautiful. Her red lips were slightly curved, her almond eyes were sparkling, and she looked bright and radiant.

"Kill you?"

Feng Qiwu approached coldly, and the cold and sharp tip lightly touched her chin. He was clearly doing something evil, but Chai Zi did not move any further, as if he was really afraid of hurting her.

"Don't be afraid, because before that..." Wen Ranyan's small hands hooked around his wrist, inch by inch, and then moved up to touch his white knuckles.

After teasing him to the utmost, she suddenly grasped his hand and turned it back.

In an instant, the sharp golden hairpin was pressed against Feng Qiwu's neck, as if it would pierce his throat if it was only an inch closer.

Looking into his dark and stern phoenix eyes, Wen Ranyan said the terrible words with a smile: "I will kill my husband first."

"I hate it most when someone hurts me. I can still accept a little fun between husband and wife, but if it endangers my life, I will drag him into the abyss even if it means we both perish together."

Wen Ranyan used the most gentle and affectionate voice to speak the most cold and sinister words.

After she finished speaking, she leaned forward and kissed his throat through the cold golden hairpin, her eyes raised and met his eyes again: "So, will my husband kill me?"

Hearing her harsh words, Feng Qiwu was not angry at all. Instead, he became more and more excited. It seemed as if something broke out of his burning heart and was about to drown him, just like a dragon that had finally found a treasure.

"No." Feng Qiwu's throat rolled, and the desire in his eyes only increased, becoming more and more hot and fierce.

Wen Ranyan curled her lips and threw away the golden hairpin that was against her: "Then I won't kill you either."

In an instant, the danger disappeared and only the beauty remained.

When Feng Qiwu was about to kiss him, Wen Ranyan blocked him with her hand at the right moment and said with a sly smile, "Didn't I say it? No trouble tonight."

Feng Qiwu sniffed the faint scent of rosemary emanating from her body. His calmness and self-control were nothing in front of her. He was distracted by just a little teasing.

Now that the fire has been ignited, she has retreated viciously, and is indeed a complete monster.

Feng Qiwu held her waist tightly, rolled her into the depths of the tent, and rubbed her ears fiercely: "I won't bother you, and I'll hold you to sleep. Is that okay?"

Feeling the man's burning chest and smooth, firm lines, Wen Ranyan did not refuse: "Of course you can... Go to sleep, it's late at night."

Feng Qiwu said nothing, but leaned over and buried his head deep in the crook of her neck.

The next day.

It is spring, and the crabapples are in full bloom.

When Wen Ranyan woke up, she found that the seat next to her was empty. Feng Qiwu had gotten up and left at some point.

She glanced at it and then looked away, looking completely unconcerned.

Sijin brought a copper basin to help her wash up, and said as she served, "Today, the envoys from the Western Regions seeking peace will arrive. His Majesty will set up a welcoming banquet in the palace. I'm afraid the master will be back late tonight."

After washing her hands, Wen Ranyan went to trim the pot of gorgeous pomegranate flowers under the window. When she had some free time, she sneered, "An envoy from the Western Regions?"

Last night, they cleared out some hidden spies in the Western Regions, and today the envoys came to ask for peace.

If those secret agents had obtained the troop deployment map last night, wouldn't the troops be at the gates of the city today?

"Yes." Si Jin nodded.

Wen Ranyan looked at the pomegranate flowers in full bloom and smiled meaningfully: "I heard that the Western Regions are rich in beauties. The dancers in the Western Regions are all good at singing and dancing, and they are beautiful and charming. I wonder if the envoy who asked for peace sent some beauties."

Si Jin smiled and said, "They were sent here every year, and this year should be no exception. But don't worry, Madam. In previous years, those beauties were all assigned to other princes and nobles' houses. Their masters were very self-disciplined and would not even look at them twice. Others did not dare to send anyone to our house."

Wen Ranyan glanced at Sijin, smiled and said nothing.

She was just curious, nothing else.

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The bright moon hangs high in the sky, and its shadow shines obliquely.

The welcoming banquet was held in the Changchun Hall in the palace.

The colors in the hall are mostly gold, bright and luxurious. The bright yellow walls on all four sides are carved with coiled dragon patterns, the palace lanterns are made of colored glaze, and the wine cups are made of white jade. Every scene and every object exudes luxury, highlighting the wealth of Beilang.

Helian Xiao sat upright on the dragon throne, holding a wine cup in his hand with a faint smile on his face. The imperial table in front of him was filled with cold fruits. The triangular hollow golden lion incense burner on the side was filled with spices with a fruity aroma that was extremely refreshing.

The hall was bustling with people drinking and chatting.

"The envoy has come from afar, so he must eat and drink well." Helian Xiao raised the wine cup high, and the majesty of the royal family was unconsciously revealed.

The envoys from the Western Regions sat at the bottom, with their collars turned up high, wearing long cloaks, and their hair braided and tied together with gold rings. Their attire was extremely strange.

Hearing what Helian Xiao said, he also raised his glass high and smiled heartily and enthusiastically, "Your Majesty, we have wine and food, but without beauties, it seems like something is missing. How about letting my dancers from the Western Regions perform a dance to add to the fun?"

Helian Xiao said: "Okay."

Feng Qiwu sat lazily at the bottom, his eyelids drooping, the wine cup in his hand shaking, but he didn't drink a drop of wine. No one knew what he was thinking about, and he looked uninterested.

The Western Region envoys smiled and clapped their hands. In an instant, a group of dancers wearing belly-exposed tops, long skirts and light gauze on their faces came slowly.

They walked barefoot on the ground, with gold ornaments on their ankles, and danced to the sound of stringed instruments, making tinkling sounds. Even though their faces were covered with veils, their exposed eyes were charming and affectionate, with a hint of amorous intent.

Feng Qiwu was still shaking the wine cup, seemingly unaware that a group of beautiful ladies had entered the hall.

The Western Regions envoy looked towards Feng Qiwu unconsciously, with deep resentment in his eyes.

It was him who defeated their Western Region army step by step, and it was also him who killed all of their Western Region secret agents last night. The people of the Western Region remembered this hatred and grudge.

He winked secretly at the dancer.

The dancer understood, and immediately twisted her slender waist and moved towards Feng Qiwu with lotus steps...