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

Wen Ranyan giggled in his arms, and after a while she leaned over and wrapped her arms around him, her eyes red and full of sparkling water.

She leaned close to Feng Qiwu's ear, her voice teasing and mixed with confusion: "Is it a street performer just because I asked you to play the piano? Then last time you asked me to dance in the pavilion, did you think I was also a street performer?"

Although it was just a teasing remark, there was a frosty look of unbridled determination in Wen Ranyan's eyes, and a domineering attitude of not giving up until the goal was achieved.

"When did I ever say you were an entertainer?"

Feng Qiwu looked into her eyes. His eyes were dark and cold, but there was a faint smile at the corners of his lips.

Wen Ranyan reached out her hand and poked his exposed skin, deliberately saying in a sullen voice: "I am not performing for money, but now I ask you to play the piano for me, but you refuse in every possible way. You are really overbearing."

Knowing that this was her personality, Feng Qiwu was not angry at all. Instead, he felt even more surprised. He also knew that if he did not fulfill her wish today, he would be driven out of the tent to blow in the cold wind.

Thinking about it, Feng Qiwu did not agree immediately, but instead held her slender waist and kissed her red lips hard.

He sucked and nibbled her in revenge like a wolf, leaving scarlet marks on her neck. He did not stop until his small lips were rubbed red.

But the burning desire in his eyes had not faded, and his voice was terribly hoarse: "What song do you want to hear?"

There was a jiaoweiqin hanging diagonally in the tent. It was made of high-quality paulownia wood and looked like a jiaowei fan. It was exquisite and pleasing to the eye.

Wen Ranyan gathered up her scattered clothes and sang softly, "Any song is fine. I'm not picky."

She leaned lazily on the couch. Even with her clothes drawn up, the vast expanse of snow in front of her could not be blocked. With those few scars, she looked as if she had been severely tortured. Her desire was so moving and her beauty was so disturbing.

Feng Qiwu's throat rolled and lust grew fiercely in his heart. He sat beside the couch for a long while, then got up to get the Jiaowei Qin.

The guqin was set up and Feng Qiwu sat beside the desk.

His hand was Qin, but his eyes were always on Wen Ranyan, with a hot dark light that seemed to burn people.

Wen Ranyan gently intertwined her legs, resting her elbows on them, and looked at Feng Qiwu in this charming and charming way: "Husband, we can begin now."

The soft moonlight refracted into the tent, the wind blew, the crystal curtain floated and dragged, Feng Qiwu's red robe dragged on the ground, sitting in it actually had a kind of half-covered, half-exposed, intoxicating beauty like the hazy moon.

He was still staring at Wen Ranyan, his black eyes were as deep as the twilight, but his slender and powerful fingers were plucking the strings of the zither. Between the ups and downs, the rich sound of the zither was wrapped in the cool night breeze and spread to Wen Ranyan's ears wantonly and domineeringly.

The sound of the piano is not as ethereal and clear as the gurgling of a river flowing through the mountain stream, passing through the overlapping mountains, nor is it as melodious and gentle as the singing of an oriole, crying and complaining, containing all kinds of emotions. Instead, it is like thousands of troops, rolling smoke and dust, with ups and downs of momentum.

Wen Ranyan was nonchalant at first, but after hearing a change of tone, she straightened up and her expression became serious.

Feng Qiwu noticed her gaze, and his thin lips curled up slightly, but his black eyes were not as gloomy as before. Instead, they were filled with a murderous aura from the battlefield.

The golden swords and iron horses swept across the four directions, which was breathtaking.

The morale of his piano music was shattered, full of determination and ambition to conquer everyone. Combined with the blazing light in his black eyes, it was as if a prairie fire was igniting, and his blood was boiling, which was shocking.

Wen Ranyan originally wanted to listen to a song to relieve her loneliness so that she could fall asleep peacefully.

But who would have thought that his piano music could be so stirring, and listening to it at night actually made her more awake and clear-headed.

Forget it, I can’t sleep anymore.

Wen Ranyan walked down the soft couch barefoot. The floor was covered with a snow-white plush blanket. Her jade feet were buried in the white fur, which was soft and warm, and it made her feet look even whiter. The golden bells on her ankles rang crisply, as if intoxicated by the smoke.

Seeing her coming, Feng Qiwu stared at her intently, but his hands did not stop moving.

"Does it sound good?"

His voice, tinged with frosty blood, was transmitted to Wen Ranyan's ears through the deep sound of the piano.

Wen Ranyan slowly leaned on his shoulder and said with a smile: "It sounds nice. My husband is so good at playing the piano, why don't you teach me too."

"How to teach?"

Feng Qiwu looked back, and his thin lips brushed lightly against hers, leaving behind warmth and igniting beauty.

Wen Ranyan smiled sweetly, and said, "Of course I will teach you step by step."

After she finished speaking, she leaned closer, her hand meandering along, brushing across his collarbone, then to the crook of his arm, and then covering the back of his hand, her fingertips lightly teasing the strings.

With a "clang" sound.

The deep piano sound suddenly changed its tone and became hoarse like the cry of a jackdaw.

"Husband, is this how you play it?"

Wen Ranyan, however, pretended not to hear anything and looked serious and studious, but there was a hint of teasing and viciousness in his eyes, and it was clear that he was deliberately making trouble.

Feng Qiwu glanced at her smiling eyes for a long time before she opened her lips and said softly, "It should be played like this."

After saying this, he grasped her soft hand and began to play the strings gently.

It was not as dramatic and vigorous as before, but rather as lingering and sad as a musical instrument, with a hint of lewdness.

Wen Ranyan leaned against his neck, smiling seductively.

Outside the tent.

The soft music continued to fill the air, and occasionally the sound of a woman's sweet laughter could be heard.

It's really decadent and absurd.

The Western Region envoy lifted the curtain and listened to the music in the wind. He couldn't help but look at his subordinates beside him and asked, "Who is in that tent? How can they be more bold and exposed than us Western Region people? The emperor's main tent is right next to them, yet they are so bold and unconcealed."

Although he didn't understand the meaning of the song, when he listened carefully, he felt that it was not very serious.

The subordinate thought for a moment and said, "That seems to be Feng Qiwu's tent."

"Feng Qiwu?" The Western Region envoy fiercely chanted these three words, and all the hatred in his heart turned into thick ridicule at this moment: "It is rumored that Feng Qiwu is chaste and does not get close to women. Now it seems that the rumor cannot be believed. After all, he is a man, and he is so lewd in his bones. The other day, he cut off one of the arms of my Western Region dancer. He is really pretending to be noble."

The Western Region envoy rolled down the curtains, his sneer growing stronger: "I wonder who the woman in that tent is, to have won Feng Qiwu's favor."

The subordinate said, "It seems to be Feng Qiwu's wife."

When the envoys from the Western Regions heard this, they couldn't help but laugh out loud.

No matter how cold-blooded and invulnerable Feng Qiwu is portrayed to be, hasn't he exposed his only weakness now?

No matter how cold-blooded a person is, once he falls into the arms of a woman, he will be exposed and burn himself.

In the dead of night, the envoy from the Western Regions boasted that he had caught Feng Qiwu with something wrong and smiled dimly, feeling extremely proud.

Inside the tent.

The sad music stopped abruptly, and the scorched-tail zither on the table was brushed off by Feng Qiuwu.

He suddenly grabbed Wen Ranyan's slender waist and pushed her against the table. His phoenix eyes were dark and lustful, and his wolf-like fiery expression could not be suppressed.

Wen Ranyan wrapped her arms around his waist, smiling wantonly and seductively, "Why? Isn't the daytime enough?"