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

The pupils of the Western Region envoy shrank, and he trembled with fear at the pressure coming from him.

His face turned pale, and his legs became weak. If there hadn't been a chair propped up behind him, he would have collapsed to the ground in dismay. Feng Qiwu really wanted to flatten the Western Regions, so how could this boy be so rampant?

The Western Regions envoys were angry but dared not say anything. They could only stare at him blankly. All the momentum they had just shown was gone.

Facing his fearful and angry gaze, Feng Qiwu smiled slowly, "Does the envoy still want to marry again?"

He was clearly smiling broadly and asking polite questions, but an unfathomable glow shrouded his beautiful face. The smile at the corner of his mouth was like the cry of a jackdaw on a dead tree, both sinister and terrifying.

The envoys from the Western Regions were almost worn out by his terror when faced with him.

If he said he still wanted to marry, Feng Qiwu would probably break his neck with a smile, without any mercy.

Thinking of this, the Western Regions envoy took a deep breath. He had no choice but to withstand Feng Qiwu's pressure and apologize to Helian Xiao, who was in charge, and said, "Your Majesty, the marriage is over. My main purpose of going to Beilang is to negotiate peace. Please don't blame me for my words that offended you just now."

He was really afraid of Feng Qiwu. If it weren't for this killer god, they in the Western Regions would have conquered Beilang long ago. Why would they have to be so servile and come to negotiate peace?

Helian Xiao glanced at Feng Qiwu calmly, and then he set his eyes on the Western Regions envoy, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips again: "In this case, I will regard what happened just now as a farce. The envoy will eat and drink well tonight, and he will have to hurry back to report tomorrow."

The Western Regions envoy bowed and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Feng Qiwu curled his lips and laughed sarcastically: "The envoy really knows how to deal with current affairs."

The envoys from the Western Regions secretly resented it, but did not dare to show it in front of Feng Qiwu.

After this farce was over, the palace returned to its peaceful and prosperous state with singing and dancing. The sound of misty wind lingered, and the dancers performed a light Roman dance once again. In an instant, the fragrant breeze blew towards people's faces, and their graceful figures swept away the gloom just now.

Feng Qiwu looked at the Western Regions envoy for a few more times, until his scalp became numb, and then he left with a lack of interest, holding the wine cup.

When he walked away, the Western Region envoy collapsed on the chair with a plop. His back was already wet due to excessive tension, and it stuck to his body, making him feel very uncomfortable.

Feng Qiwu returned to his original seat and sat down. As soon as he sat down, Wen Ranyan handed him a cup of hot tea.

"My husband was so majestic just now."

As soon as he turned his head, he met Wen Ranyan's pair of charming eyes, which were filled with an intoxicating smile, as if she was teasing something. He looked at the hot tea in her hand but did not reach out to take it.

Wen Ranyan reached forward again: "You just said so much, don't you want to drink a glass of water to moisten your throat?"

Feng Qiwu stared at her eyes as red as ink, and said teasingly, "You are so earnest. It reminds me of when Lu Yao died, you also took the initiative to ask her to serve tea and water."

"Why are you so timid?" Wen Ranyan raised her eyes and smiled more deeply: "I just saw that you spoke those few words powerfully and beautifully, so I thought of giving you a glass of water to moisten your throat. If you don't want to drink it, forget it."

As she spoke, she pretended to pour out the water.

Feng Qiwu immediately reached out to take it, drank it in one gulp, and said, "It really quenches my thirst and moistens my throat."

Wen Ranyan slowly approached, her almond-shaped eyes shining with moisture: "Are you not afraid that I will plant something in there now?"

Feng Qiwu glanced at her, with a hint of danger in his voice: "Don't be afraid, at worst I can drag you along."

Hearing this, Wen Ranyan didn't show any fear at all, instead she smiled brilliantly.

The moonlight moved between the jade buildings, and the ground was full of white, like the ice and snow on the ground in the dead of winter. A slanting flower branch was stained with silver frost, which blended with the faint shadow of the moonlight. The fragrance of the flower and the moonlight were even more touching than the charming and prosperous inside the palace.

Without the provocation of the Western Region envoys, the palace banquet became even less interesting. Wen Ranyan drank one glass of wine after another, and was obviously a little bored.

"Can't sit still?" Feng Qiwu whispered in her ear, with a slight smell of alcohol.

Wen Ranyan also smelled of alcohol, and the two blended together, becoming even thicker.

She nodded subconsciously: "It's so boring. When can we go back?"

"It can be done right now." Feng Qiwu said, and pulled her up.

When no one was paying attention, the two of them quietly retreated.

After leaving Chaohui Palace, the two got on the carriage and quickly left the palace.

The moon was at its zenith, and the chill of early spring was gradually fading away. Even though the night was too dark, there was a layer of warmth in the wind.

Wen Ranyan leaned lazily on the cushion. Perhaps because of the alcohol, her pretty face was like a cloud of smoke, with a reddish color spreading out, hazy and crystal clear.

The carriage rocked and jolted along the way. Feng Qiwu met her charming eyes, which were moist and smoky, and asked in a low, hoarse voice, "Are you drunk from drinking?"

Wen Ranyan slowly raised her eyes, her charming eyes moving, her eyes full of life, and even her voice was hooked: "No, I'm still sober, I can clearly tell one from the other."

She rested her hand on her head, tilted her body and looked at Feng Qiwu, her voice flowing with charm: "Why? If I were really drunk, would you think of doing something to me?"

"What are you doing?" Feng Qiwu leaned down but did not get close.

There was a little room between the two of them, but even so, the lingering smell of alcohol and warmth blended together, even more bewitching and charming than ever before.

Wen Ranyan gently intertwined her little finger and hooked his collar, "Yes, what are you going to do? I'm not a worm in your husband's stomach, how do I know what you will do?"

As he spoke, he hooked the little finger on the collar and pulled hard, and Feng Qiwu came closer unexpectedly. In an instant, their noses touched, their figures overlapped, and the hot ambiguity suddenly rose and surged.

Feng Qiwu couldn't bear it and pecked her lightly on the lips.

Wen Ranyan put her arms around his neck and responded passionately as if she had tasted the sweetness.

Maybe it was because of the wine, she was even more passionate today than before, like rippling spring water in a pool, making people even more unbearable.

Feng Qiwu's eyes were deep and he tasted her small lips fiercely, but as he was kissing her, he suddenly felt his arms sink. The charming person not only did not cling to him, but instead, she closed her eyes and slept soundly in his arms.

It seemed like he was really drunk, but he was still being stubborn.

Feng Qiwu stopped, poked her blushing little face with his hand, and sneered.

At the palace banquet, she seemed to have drunk a lot of wine, one glass after another, perhaps to cope with the boredom of the banquet.

But the wine was Snow Flower Drunk, which was produced in abundance in the palace. It did not taste spicy but rather fruity, but in fact it had a strong aftertaste. He deliberately did not remind her just to see if she would get drunk.

Unexpectedly, he was completely drunk.

He only appears well-behaved when he is drunk. When he is sober, his eyes are full of evil intentions that can cause chaos in people's hearts.

Feng Qiwu poked her face a few more times. When the carriage stopped at the gate of Feng Mansion, he finally stopped and carried her out of the carriage.

Under the bright moonlight, the two figures were reflected on the ground, slowly intertwining.