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

Wen Ranyan put her arms around his neck, smiling softly and freely in his arms.

The evening breeze blew by, and a corner of the emperor's main tent was blown open.

Helian Xiao was leaning on the outside and happened to see this charming and rude scene.

He couldn't help but glance sideways at Prime Minister Wen standing at the side, and said with a smile: "I really didn't know that Feng Qiwu was such a romantic man. He used to look like a man who didn't like women, but he is a man after all, and he can't help himself when facing a pretty lady."

Helian Xiao spoke as if he was joking, and his tone was clearly that of a casual chat, but the royal family's noble majesty was everywhere.

Prime Minister Wen was so frightened that his legs almost went limp.

Helian Xiao looked at Feng Qiwu's figure that had already gone far away, and murmured softly without knowing what the meaning was: "Prime Minister Wen, the person you sent is really good."

His voice was neither light nor heavy, as if he was praising, but there seemed to be annoyance in that casual tone.

There was a charcoal fire burning in the tent, and it was very warm, but Prime Minister Wen felt cold all over.

He was stunned, knelt on the ground suddenly, and said in panic: "Your Majesty, I have always taught my daughter to serve Your Majesty, but I really don't know how she got out of control when she is clearly a person without her own opinion."

Helian Xiao waved his sleeves and strode to the center of the tent. His crown tassels fell down, obscuring his face, making it impossible to discern his expression.

Prime Minister Wen lay on the ground, unable to hear any sound, and became increasingly uneasy.

After an unknown amount of time, Helian Xiao's sneer finally came: "She is just a woman. She was deceived by Feng Qiwu's tenderness and kindness, so she naturally changed her stance. But Prime Minister Wen, how can you still allow such a double-minded person to exist in the world?"

Prime Minister Wen felt a chill down his spine, and just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by Helian Xiao: "Or are you keeping her to leave yourself a way out?"

Emperors have always been suspicious.

Helian Xiao was no exception. He looked up and down at Prime Minister Wen, his smiling eyes filled with a calmness that seemed to be about to come.

Prime Minister Wen shuddered, kowtowed repeatedly and cried out for justice, saying: "Your Majesty, I am loyal to you. I sent out assassins to kill him the day before yesterday, but who would have thought that the assassin not only did not come back, but also did not receive any news. I was very worried, and I thought that Feng Qiwu must have noticed something and did not dare to attack him so often."

He originally thought that a delicate concubine's daughter would be easy to kill, but he didn't expect that he would alert the enemy.

Helian Xiao said "Oh" softly, his attitude was vague and unclear.

Prime Minister Wen nervously wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He was so nervous that even his breathing became rapid and heavy.

The charcoal fire in the main tent was burning red, but the atmosphere was cold and depressing, as if falling into an ice cellar.

After a while, Helian Xiao started talking and laughing again, saying, "Feng Qiwu is indeed difficult to deal with. It is really difficult for the Prime Minister."

Prime Minister Wen bowed his head and dared not answer.

Helian Xiao continued to talk to himself, "Since the person sent by the Prime Minister has won the favor of Feng Qiwu, then let's keep her alive for now. Since ancient times, gentle places have been the graves of heroes. Feng Qiwu wants to leave a soft spot for herself. If anything happens in the future, she should bear the consequences."

In the past, Feng Qiwu always acted impeccable, as if he was born cold-blooded and ruthless. Now, he finally has a weakness, which he must keep well so that he can restrain it in the future.

After hearing this, Prime Minister Wen responded carefully.

After a while, he found his voice again: "Your Majesty, the swords are blind at the Spring Hunt, anything can happen. The Western Region envoys are also at this hunting banquet. If we make a big deal about this, perhaps Feng Qiwu will be embarrassed."

Helian Xiao sat in the main seat, holding the teacup leisurely, and said: "There are so many people who want Feng Qiwu's life, why do I need to take action? Just sit and watch the show tomorrow."

Inside the tent.

The charcoal fire is slightly dim and the lights are bright.

Wen Ranyan lay on the couch, eating a bowl of ice cream.

The yogurt is garnished with osmanthus honey, and the aroma of milk wrapped in the fragrance of flowers spreads into the mouth, which is really refreshing.

Under the light, Feng Qiwu was sitting at the desk reading a book. His eyelashes were slightly drooping, and there was a faint light and shadow under his eyes, and his whole body seemed to be bathed in brilliant light.

He had a gorgeous face, with long black hair, and there seemed to be a hint of freshness between his eyebrows, without the sinister edge of the past.

"What book are you reading, my husband?" Wen Ranyan ate cheese but her eyes were fixed on him.

Feng Qiwu raised his eyes and looked at her through the dim candlelight: "Miscellaneous books."

Wen Ranyan rested her head on her jade arms, her slender waist leaning forward, her almond eyes full of charm, her gaze shining: "What does the miscellaneous book talk about?"

Feng Qiwu closed the book, and his cold tone concealed a hint of humor: "It tells the story of a man who is not particularly capable, but is ambitious and always covets things that do not belong to him. In the end, he can only reap the consequences and die without a burial place."

Wen Ranyan changed her posture, a strand of hair fell down on her cheek, and she smiled: "Strength and ambition do not match each other. The person in the book is really stupid."

"It's really stupid..." Feng Qiwu looked at the light in her eyes, his phoenix pupils were dark and full of desire.

He put down the books, flicked his sleeves and walked to the couch.

Meeting his dark eyes, Wen Ranyan stretched out her small hand and pulled the jade pendant around his waist to play with it.

The cuffs were turned down, revealing a white wrist.

Feng Qiwu leaned over and couldn't help kissing her red lips again and again.

Their lips and teeth were close, their passions entangled, and there was a dark desire flowing in Feng Qiwu's eyes, so strong that it was a little scary.

He pressed Wen Ranyan down on the soft pillow, leaned over, bit her earlobe, and said in a hoarse voice, "I've prepared a riding suit for you. Would you like to try it on now?"

The corners of Wen Ranyan's eyes turned red, and she bit his throat.

Hearing him say this, I couldn't help but glance sideways at the table.

Then I saw a dark red riding suit with gold edges placed in a brocade box, with a gold-plated hair crown on the top, decorated with pearls and agates, and sparkling tassels.

It is clearly a tight outfit, but it is made so bright and gorgeous that there is no need to worry that she will steal the limelight from the noble ladies when she wears it out tomorrow.

"I don't want to wear it now, and I'm too lazy to move." Wen Ranyan pushed him away and lay there with her head resting, feeling extremely peaceful and leisurely.

Feng Qiwu pinched the soft flesh on her waist and sneered, "You are so delicate."

Wen Ranyan's eyes moved with charm, and she rolled into Feng Qiwu's arms like a fox. Before he could reach out to embrace her, she rested her head contentedly on his thighs.

Feng Qiwu lowered her eyes, waiting for her little tricks.

"I heard that the young masters of wealthy families are proficient in poetry and songs." Wen Ranyan put her backhand on his lips, stroking them gently, teasing them with her fingertips.

"Husband, can you play the piano?"

Feng Qiwu grasped her clinging fingertips, his dark eyes shimmering with teasing: "Yes, what's wrong?"

Wen Ranyan came closer and said with a smile, "It's still early now, and it's really boring in the tent. Why don't you play a piece of music with your husband to kill time?"

Feng Qiwu half-closed his eyes, bit her lips, and snorted, "Do you think I'm a street performer?"