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

Covered by clouds and fog, a hazy crescent moon peeks out, with thick light and faint shadows, clear and cold.

After Wen Ranyan was dressed, Feng Qiwu took her to a natural horse farm.

In the thick night, the grass and trees all around are desolate, and the shadows of the trees are swaying. In the distance, you can still see the continuous mountains in the twilight, looming in the gauze, like a mirage.

Feng Qiwu led a short-legged chestnut horse out of the stable. The horse had lively eyes and was not very tall. It was obvious at first glance that it was a good horse with a gentle temperament, very suitable for first-time horse riding.

Feng Qiwu led the horse to Wen Ranyan and said calmly, "Try this one first."

Wen Ranyan leaned closer, rubbed the chestnut horse's head, and said with a smile: "Okay."

Feng Qiwu jumped onto the horse swiftly, then stretched out his hand to Wen Ranyan, motioning her to use the force to climb up.

Wen Ranyan raised her head, the moonlight on her pretty face was a mixture of light and dark, making the smile in her eyes look hazy, making it hard to discern the deeper meaning behind it.

The night breeze blew gently, and the earrings on both sides jingled, shining brightly, making her smile even more enchanting.

In a moment, she grabbed Feng Qiwu's hand, used the force to leap onto the horse's back.

The red gauze fluttered, and the golden bells on Wen Ranyan's ankles also made crisp sounds, and the woman's graceful fragrance came.

Feng Qiwu darkened his eyes and grabbed the reins from behind, as if he was holding her entire body in his arms.

"Husband, how are you going to teach me?" Wen Ranyan looked forward and curled her red lips.

Feng Qiwu slowly leaned down, and a pleasant voice slowly spread in her ears, "Hold the reins like me. Don't go too fast for the first time, and keep your back straight. Do you understand?"

Wen Ranyan looked at his slender fingers, neither saying she understood nor saying she didn't understand.

Feng Qiwu squeezed the horse's back, and perhaps considering that she was a beginner, the horse's speed was so slow that it seemed like it was walking in the moon. The wind blew gently, and their clothes were entangled, and their breaths blended slightly.

Wen Ranyan leaned against his chest, playing with her belt absentmindedly, not knowing whether she had learned it or not.

Seeing this, Feng Qiwu frowned, stuffed the reins directly into her hands, and said in a harsh and cold voice: "Try it yourself."

Wen Ranyan smiled sideways, then suddenly squeezed the horse's belly hard.

In an instant, the horse seemed to be free from its reins, galloping at lightning speed, with its four hooves making the wind, as if it was going to crash into the thick darkness and trample the sky.

Feng Qiwu was caught off guard and subconsciously held her slender waist tightly.

Wen Ranyan held the reins tightly, galloped freely, and laughed proudly: "Husband, is this so?"

She glanced to the side, her red dress fluttering in the wind, the golden bells and rings swaying constantly, the moonlight frost falling on her face like a thick and bright ink, making her look bright and graceful, her figure dashing, like an eagle flying freely in the vast grassland, able to fly out of the high walls of the mansion easily.

Out of reach.

Feng Qiwu pinched the soft flesh around her waist, lowered his voice, and said dangerously: "You are so good at pretending."

She acted so weak that day that she couldn't even get off the horse. After a long while, she finally jumped down with red eyes. Her slender hands supported Liu's waist, as if they could be broken easily.

But now, she was more ferocious and cool than the man, and she used the horse under her crotch to clear a path.

He should have known that this monster was very evil.

Everything is fake.

Wen Ranyan rode into the canyon, trampling over mountains and rivers: "Who said I can't ride a horse? That's what my husband thinks."

The surrounding area is full of dense vegetation, and the sky is filled with fireflies, making it seem like a fairyland.

Feng Qiwu sneered, pinched the soft flesh on her waist with his big hands, and twisted it wantonly as punishment. He pinched it too hard and heard her moan, then he felt relieved.

Wen Ranyan raised her head slightly and whispered in his ear, her breath like orchid: "I can ride a horse and draw a bow. The bow I used last time was not heavy at all."

After she finished speaking, she looked away with a proud smile, and the sound of their forehead ornaments clinking against each other made the whole riding field resound like the crisp ringing of golden bells, accompanied by the gentle breeze, which was smooth and ethereal.

Feng Qiwu looked at the woman who was as charming as a raging fire. His eyes were as deep as the eternal night. All the heat, tenderness, plunder and possession were hidden in them, overflowing.

After getting off the horse, the two walked quietly along the stream hand in hand.

Wen Ranyan stood with her hands behind her back. The unrestrained and bright look she had just had while riding a horse had not faded yet, and the teardrop mole under her eye complemented her beauty. She was so charming that it was eye-catching in this frosty canyon.

She picked a small flower by the stream and said casually, "Generally speaking, there will always be trouble at hunting banquets. The envoys from the Western Regions have come from afar, bringing food, cloth, and rare treasures to seek peace. If something happens in the Beilang territory, and the disaster is diverted to the east... Have you thought about how to deal with it, my husband?"

When the envoys from the Western Regions did not come, Helian Xiao and Feng Zhuyue could not wait to take action, and one vicious scheme after another followed. She did not believe that such a good opportunity would remain calm.

She spoke boldly, as if she was not hiding anything.

Feng Qiwu's face was hidden in the darkness, and only when he raised his eyes did a cold and sharp look flash through his eyes. He stared at her for a long while before he curled his lips lightly: "Madam, are you concerned about my situation?"

Wen Ranyan looked at him with a smile: "I guess so."

I just want to watch them fight and have fun.

Perhaps because he felt that the answer was perfunctory, Feng Qiwu frowned deeply, and after a long while he said coldly: "Of course I have a response."

If anyone dares to cause trouble, that person will be seriously injured and unable to sleep at night.

Feng Qiwu looked at the sparkling stream, and the violence that suddenly grew in his heart swept over him, making his whole body feel cold.

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That night.

Everything is quiet.

Feng Zhuyue finally recovered after a few days of rest. However, due to his unwell condition, he did not even attend the welcoming banquet that day.

However, he was well-informed and had heard early on that Feng Qiwu went crazy at the welcoming banquet and actually cut off the arm of a dancer in front of His Majesty, which shocked the court officials at the banquet and made His Majesty furious.

He was secretly delighted after hearing this, but when he heard that His Majesty did not punish him but let him go gently, the smile on his face disappeared.

Feng Qiwu is so powerful that even His Majesty cannot touch him.

He was clearly driven out of the Feng family, and his name was erased from the family tree. He was just a homeless stray dog ​​with nothing. How could he rise so quickly and become a killing god that everyone was afraid of?

Just like when they were young, Feng Qiwu was smart and healthy, while he was weak and sickly and achieved nothing.

Therefore, Feng Qiwu is a pearl, and he is a broken stone trampled into the mud.

He was unwilling and thus became resentful.

Feng Zhuyue raised her eyes and found that she had unknowingly arrived at the entrance of the cave where Yang Xuelian was.

Thinking that the love poison in Shen Zhixiang had been cured, Feng Zhuyue's face turned pale. He brushed off his sleeves and walked into the cave resolutely.

After twists and turns, everything becomes clear.

As fireflies floated by, Feng Zhuyue saw the god again, sitting in the birdcage, his soul as cold as frost and snow.

Yang Xuelian saw him come in, but just raised his eyes indifferently and then looked away.

"teacher."

There was a hint of anxiety on Feng Zhuyue's face. The love poison had been removed and Shen Zhixiang was out of his control. He felt that his future path would no longer be smooth sailing, but would be rugged and full of thorns.

Just like in his childhood, if he didn't do anything, he would become that broken stone fallen into the mud.

"Can you refine another Love Poison for me?"