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

The crisp sound of gold ornaments colliding came, and a dancer dressed in gorgeous and charming clothes danced boldly in front of Feng Qiwu.

Her white hands were lightly raised, her jade feet were raised high, her toes were slightly bent, and her gold ornaments sparkled brightly under the bright light. The dancer's eyes were naked and passionate, and she was openly flirting with Feng Qiwu with her eyes.

Feng Qiwu still had his eyes downcast, as if he was carefully looking at the jade wine cup in his hand. He never even glanced at the dancer from beginning to end. Amid the clinking of glasses and laughter, he seemed to be a bystander.

"Master Feng, don't look at the wine cup, look at me~"

The dancer was dissatisfied with being ignored, and she approached more boldly. Her voice, which was deliberately filled with seductiveness, seemed extremely affected, and even the charm in her eyes was very disgusting.

"Get out." Feng Qiwu frowned, impatience flashing in his eyes.

After seeing the truly charming and ruthless beauties, these things were simply not pleasing to the eye and he was too lazy to pay attention to them.

"Your Majesty Zhongyuan, our dancers from the Western Regions seem to like Lord Feng very much." The Western Region envoy stroked the wine cup and suddenly laughed wildly, with malice obvious in his eyes.

Helian Xiao looked in the direction of Feng Qiwu, smiled faintly and took over the conversation, saying: "Lord Feng, I remember that you only have one wife in your mansion. Now this dancer likes you very much. Why not take her into the mansion to serve you? It would be a good thing."

Hearing this, Feng Qiwu finally raised his eyelids, and his thin lips curved up, but deep in his eyes there was coldness and gloom, and the temperature in the hall suddenly dropped.

The Western Region dancer was overjoyed after hearing this. She took another step forward and her slender hand was about to rest on Feng Qiwu's shoulder.

"what--"

Suddenly, a shrill scream was heard.

The dancer's right arm had been cut off at some point, and the stump lay on the ground, with blood oozing from the broken part. The blurry flesh and blood connected to the meridians could be vaguely seen, which was disgusting and nauseating.

The dancer covered her broken arm and rolled on the ground in pain. The hall was filled with a sticky smell of blood.

Helian Xiao's face turned pale. He looked towards Feng Qiwu in shock and asked in a cold voice, "Lord Feng, what do you mean?"

Feng Qiwu was wiping the blood-stained sword slowly and leisurely. His brows were dim and his face was calm, and one could not tell that he had just done something cruel and bloody. Instead, he looked relaxed and contented, as if he was just doing something casually.

Hearing Helian Xiao's question, Feng Qiwu stopped what he was doing and said slowly, "Your Majesty, there have been assassins trying to kill me recently. I always feel like a frightened bird when I see strangers."

"Now, this dancer from the Western Regions is too close to me. I don't know what she wants to do. I am afraid she is an assassin, so I will strike first. I am really scared."

Feng Qiwu said that he was afraid, but there was no fear on his face. Instead, he raised his head and met Helian Xiao's gaze with a smile. He was surrounded by such a powerful aura that it was hard for people around him to breathe.

Helian Xiao's eyes met his and his heart skipped a beat. He held on to both sides of the dragon throne tightly and subconsciously moved his body back a few inches.

That's the look.

This was the look he saw in his midnight dreams.

The villain Feng Qiwu will break into the palace, seize his throne with this sinister and terrifying smiling look, chop off his head, and leave his body in the wilderness for wild dogs to eat.

Helian Xiao's pupils shrank slightly, and for a moment he felt his back sweating. He opened his lips slightly, and it took him a while to find his voice again, "It seems that Lord Feng doesn't like this dancer, so do you have any other dancers you like?"

The envoy from the Western Regions tightly grasped his wine cup, angry but not daring to speak.

Even His Majesty Zhongyuan couldn't do anything about it, and he, a defeated general, had no right to speak. He could only watch Feng Qiwu act tyrannically and monopolize power.

Feng Qiwu's dark eyes were dark, and his smiling face seemed to be able to see through all the little thoughts: "At such a welcoming banquet, how can Your Majesty still have the leisure to care about the affairs of my inner house?"

"Besides, there is only one person in my house. It is not enough to have more."

After he finished speaking, he leaned back lazily, and it was unclear whether he was telling the truth or just making it up.

Helian Xiao looked at him for a long while, but there was really nothing he could do about him. He could only hide the fear and resentment in his heart, smiled again, and said, "So that's how it is. I misunderstood... Come on, carry this dancer away and give her proper treatment."

At that time, the palace servants immediately carried the dancer down, cleaned the hall thoroughly and lit incense, and the palace banquet became lively again.

Helian Xiao looked at the dancer being carried away, and his eyes gradually darkened.

He originally wanted to use the incident with the dancer to deliberately disgust and humiliate Feng Qiwu, but he didn't expect that Feng Qiwu didn't take him, the emperor, seriously at all. His ambition was indeed obvious.

Helian Xiao clenched the wine cup tightly and almost crushed it.

As the night deepens, frost hangs all over the branches, dyeing the whole yard with fireworks.

Wen Ranyan drank a bowl of sweet soup and was about to go to the yard to digest it when she was hugged from behind. Her big hands held her slender waist and her head was buried deep in her neck. She could faintly smell of alcohol.

"The welcoming banquet is over so soon?" Wen Ranyan couldn't help but look at the sky and asked with a sneer.

You came really early.

She came back just after dinner and was still so clingy.

"Left early."

Feng Qiwu gradually became restless, and his warm and moist thin lips pecked her neck lightly. Perhaps because of the smell of alcohol, his voice was more sexy and tender than usual, and the warmth of his breath made her back soften.

Wen Ranyan suddenly leaned over and touched her nose to his: "Isn't the banquet fun?"

The corners of her eyes were slightly raised, her dark eyes were filled with a thick charm, and her small hands were placed on his chest.

Feng Qiwu moved his thin lips: "Extremely boring."

He didn't like those kinds of hypocritical banquets in the first place. He went there today just to admire the defeated opponents' forced smiles. He felt very happy when he saw their faces full of resentment but helpless look.

Once you have appreciated it enough, there is naturally no need to stay any longer.

"How can you be bored?" Wen Ranyan came closer and sniffed him, and suddenly her sneer became stronger: "There are fine wines, delicious food, and beautiful women at the royal banquet. The smell of rouge and powder is stained on your body. I thought my husband was enjoying himself and didn't want to leave."

After saying that, the slender white hand exerted force and gently pushed him away.

Feng Qiwu was slightly startled and subconsciously sniffed the sleeve of her robe. There was a faint scent of powder, barely audible. She had a sharp nose.

It's just that the scent of powder might have been picked up from the dancer when she got close to him. However, the dancer didn't even touch the corner of his clothes, yet the scent of powder was still there. How unlucky.

Feng Qiwu frowned in disgust, but because he had never done anything wrong, his eyes were as clear as a stream: "There were indeed dancers at the banquet, and this smell might have been accidentally picked up at that time."

Through the dim light, Wen Ranyan finally saw his appearance clearly.

The gorgeous and extremely beautiful woman stood tall, embracing all the grace and elegance, wearing a red dress that was like ink on the wall, rich and charming. Perhaps it was because of the smell of alcohol, her phoenix eyes were deeper and more intense than before, colder and more dangerous, with a unique charm.

Wen Ranyan's fingertips gently intertwined, and she smiled seductively, "Please wash yourself clean, and then talk to me."