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

Scared?

Wen Ranyan didn't feel that he was afraid at all. Instead, he looked very relaxed.

Moreover, during the fight, he obviously did not use his full strength, and his kung fu was hidden.

Even though his throat was locked, Wen Ranyan still felt that he could break free easily. Such a playful and frivolous young man was really hard to figure out.

Now, there is no difference between locking and not locking. Wen Ranyan retracted his hand, flicked his fingertips, and said slowly: "It's time to talk now."

Sang Muye rubbed his neck in an exaggerated manner and said aggrievedly: "Little girl, you are too harsh. Look at my delicate neck, you have pinched it red."

Wen Ranyan raised her eyelids and sneered, "It's all black. I can't really tell where it's tender and where it's red."

Sang Muye heard the hidden meaning in her words and couldn't help feeling a little angry.

I really don't accept that they said he was black.

"Hurry up, my patience is running out."

The poisonous thread wrapped around Wen Ranyan's fingertips flew into the air again, carrying with it murderous intent that seemed to be able to sweep across the sky.

Sang Muye howled a few times, then turned his waist and easily avoided her attack.

Then, he took a step forward and sat face to face with Wen Ranyan, yelling, "Hey, isn't that enough for me? Don't be so impatient, this is not good."

Wen Ranyan leaned lazily, raised her eyebrows, and motioned for him to continue.

Sang Muye poured himself a glass of water to moisten his throat, and then poured a glass for Wen Ranyan, smiling in a flattering way: "This is not stalking at all, I just feel that I am unfamiliar with the place in Beilang, and it is easy to run into black businessmen and get ripped off. I accidentally saw you, an acquaintance, and thought of asking you to take me out for some fun."

Wen Ranyan stroked the teacup and listened to his nonsense, with a strange light in her eyes: "If you want me to take you with you, why are you hiding?"

Sang Muye held the falcon on his shoulder, looking shy: "I was just about to go up to you and meet you, but I saw a stranger following you. I have been shy since I was a child, so I didn't dare to say hello to you anymore, and I just followed you from a distance."

The man and the eagle huddled together, as if they were really afraid of strangers.

Wen Ranyan placed the teacup against her lips, her charming eyes filled with light and darkness, vague and uncertain.

After a while, she smiled, her voice as soft as smoke: "Is that so?"

These words might fool a three-year-old child, but she didn't believe a word of them.

Sang Muye nodded hurriedly: "That's right, now you should know that I have no ill intentions, right?"

The pleasure boat was close to the center of the lake, like a bamboo leaf gently dragging between the mountains and waters. The lake was rippling under the gorgeous glow, and the light was turning dark. The wind blew gently through the window, and the layers of crepe floated up, reflecting the figures of the two people.

"What's your name?"

Wen Ranyan asked casually, and then, under his gaze, she leisurely sipped the tea.

Seeing her drink the tea, Sang Muye's smile deepened and he said, "Sang Muye, can you write mulberry as in mulberry silkworm, mu as in dusk, and ye as in wilderness?"

Wen Ranyan glanced at him and was about to respond when the teacup in her hand suddenly fell to the ground and her eyes became blank.

The tea splashed freely, soaking her cuffs and making the back of her hands look even more crystal clear...

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Feng Mansion Study.

A man in a dark red embroidered robe was lazily sitting on an armchair, with warm spring light on his face. His overly beautiful face was more gorgeous than a mountain elf, with picturesque eyebrows and rosy lips.

Feng Qiwu was playing with an arrow feather, her lips slightly curled, but her eyes flashed with cruelty: "This arrow feather is well made, take good care of it, I want to sit and watch the show during the spring hunt."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, with a hint of teasing hidden in them.

Just like a shrewd and sharp hunter, teasing the prey in his hands, it's very vicious.

Feeling the cold current coming from him, Qi Jiuzhu, who was kneeling on one side, did not dare to raise his head and could only respond, "Yes."

After playing with it, Feng Qiwu mercilessly threw the arrow feather aside and asked nonchalantly, "Where's the Madam?"

The house was too quiet, as if her voice had not been heard.

Qi Jiuzhu knelt on the ground and said respectfully, "Madam went to the street to buy some things for the hunting feast. She should be back soon by now."

Feng Qiwu responded, and he slowly stood up. The hem of his skirt dragged on the ground, his tall body was as tall as a mountain, and he was very elegant. There was a faint smile between his eyebrows, which made him look even more gorgeous and profound.

He pushed open the study door, walked through the winding corridor, his sleeves brushing against the street lamp niches, and went straight to the long street outside the mansion.

It's already this late, he wants to see what's out there that could make her so happy that she hasn't come back yet.

Inside the boat.

The breeze blows gently, the pleasure boat sways, and ripples appear on the lake.

Sang Muye folded his arms across his chest, and walked around Wen Ranyan with a smile. Suddenly, he leaned down and snapped his fingers several times in front of her.

Seeing that she still had a blank look in her eyes like a puppet, Sang Muye jumped forward, rested his head on the back of the chair like a wild fox, stroked the falcon on his shoulder and smiled so meanly that people wanted to beat him up.

"Little girl, I am still better at it."

Sang Muye laughed for a while, then took out a silver bell from his waist.

The silver bell swayed gently in front of Wen Ranyan. Sang Muye opened his thin lips and spoke in a voice as beautiful as a siren's song, with a hint of temptation: "Little girl, what's your name?"

Wen Ranyan's red lips moved slightly: "Wen Ranyan."

Sang Muye leaned forward, his twilight peach blossom eyes were like stars and moons, and vast and misty: "Where did you get this scent of infatuation from?"

He followed her because he smelled a faint scent of love from her, so he wanted to start with her, wondering if he could find his uncle's whereabouts.

Who would have thought that this little girl was so sharp-sighted? He was caught in the act not long after following her. Faced with such a cunning little girl, he had no choice but to resort to this last resort. Anyway, the puppet Gu could be removed after questioning.

"That love poison~"

A soft and graceful voice came with the wind.

Wen Ranyan raised her eyelids, and her originally dark and empty almond-shaped eyes became charming and cunning, like a shrewd fox. Her lips were raised, and she was smiling, but she looked cold, like a bloodthirsty poison.

He didn't look like he was being controlled at all, but rather like he was pretending to play with a toy.

"you……"

Sang Muye realized that something was wrong. Just as he was about to step back, he felt his body go limp. He looked suddenly at the tea on the table.

He poisoned her with a puppet poison, and she also poisoned his tea.

But she had already discovered the puppet Gu.

But he seemed unaware of the medicine in the tea.

Sang Muye's heart was startled, and the smile in his peach blossom eyes suddenly froze. He glanced at Wen Ranyan sharply, and was about to jump out of the window.

However, before he could make any move, a poisonous thread flew from the air and instantly wrapped around his waist.

Wen Ranyan used the force to move over the table and forcefully pressed him against the white wall on the side.

The faint fragrance of rosemary followed, and Wen Ranyan raised her head to meet his peach blossom eyes, smiling gently, but there was a strange look in her eyes.

"Sang Muye, right?"

"Now tell me, who is the better one?"