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

The moon was bright in the sky and the sound fell to the ground.

Feng Qiwu was holding a lotus palace lantern and walked out gracefully from behind the flower branches. Her long sleeves fluttered in the wind, her black hair danced lightly, and she was wearing a dragon robe with a five-clawed golden dragon on it. She looked imposing and dignified.

His dark phoenix eyes swept over Wen Ranyan, the bottom of his eyes were stained with the moonlight, and his smile was thick, with a hint of seductiveness and mischief, "This palace is my territory, I am standing here to listen openly, not eavesdropping, I don't agree with what you said."

Wen Ranyan raised her eyebrows and ruthlessly exposed him, "If it's aboveboard, why are you hiding it?"

Feng Qiwu brushed her sleeves and climbed up the stairs step by step, her words seemed to be teasing, "If I show up directly, she won't be able to speak directly to you. She will always be cautious and afraid. Naturally, I will avoid her."

This "she" naturally refers to Zhou Xuzhi who had just left.

Wen Ranyan leaned against the pillar, her figure soft and lazy, her voice lazily smiling, "So it sounds like I should praise you for your good taste?"

It was unknown when he came, and Zhou Weizhi heard a lot of the conversation between her and her.

But judging from what he said, she might have heard a lot. He might have seen everything when she met Zhou Xuzhi in the pavilion.

But there was no need to hide these words, so he should just listen to them, and she didn't need to bother repeating them.

Just as Wen Ranyan was smiling and thinking, a hot body came close to her, and then got even closer. He stretched out his long hands and embraced her in his arms. A tender laugh followed and spread into her ears.

"If you really want to praise me, then I can only accept it humbly."

Wen Ranyan laughed and scolded him, "How shameless you are."

Feng Qiwu held her slender waist tighter, buried his head in her neck and sniffed the fragrance of her hair, with a shameless look. If he really cared about his face, he would probably still be living a lonely life and couldn't even catch her.

Wen Ranyan pushed him but he didn't move. Her fingers pressed against his solid chest, and the scorching heat instantly spread across her fingertips. She subconsciously shrank back but he grabbed her wrist.

The two of them seemed to be sticking even closer, as if they wanted to completely merge into each other's bones and blood.

Wen Ranyan stared at him, her charming eyes sparkling like spring water, hiding a seductive smile, "What do you think of Zhou Weizhi's surrender just now?"

Feng Qiwu pressed down her eyelashes and casually commented, "It's a good move."

He originally thought that Zhou Xuzhi was a fool, who would lose his own opinion after a few words from his family members and covet things he shouldn't covet. Unexpectedly, he was a man with his own opinions, and also a selfish and cruel one.

Now that she has surrendered, if she really only wants a way to survive and nothing else, it is fine to spare her life. If she still has delusions, it is not too late to kill her. It is just a matter of raising my hand.

Wen Ranyan twirled his curled eyelashes and said with a smile, "It seems that Zhou Xuzhi is more optimistic about us in the competition with Prince Yongqing. However, he did make the right choice and the right move."

While the two were chatting and laughing, two figures suddenly walked out of the imperial garden, one in front and one behind.

Helian Yue was dressed neatly and walked in front with big strides. Perhaps he had just experienced something that had given him unprecedented satisfaction, his face was as rosy as spring, and his steps were graceful and elegant.

However, Zhou Wantang walked unsteadily. After all, he was a virgin and was tortured without mercy. Fortunately, he changed into clean clothes, so he didn't look too embarrassed to be noticed.

In order to distance himself from the matter, Helian Yue walked very quickly, and because it was quiet and dark around him, he ignored the two people in the pavilion.

Zhou Wantang fell behind and had a hard time keeping up.

She looked at the tall and majestic figure in front of her, knowing in her heart that their relationship had to be concealed. But when she thought about how the two people who were so affectionate just now now had to pretend to be strangers, she felt more and more frustrated, with a hint of pain.

"What beautiful scenery is there in the Imperial Garden that makes you, Prince Yongqing, so reluctant to leave at this late hour?"

A male voice as cold as a broken jade cup was heard, wrapped in the wind, with a hint of sarcasm and a faint smile.

Wen Ranyan watched leisurely, and Feng Qiwu could have remained silent.

But he spoke anyway, with an evil look on his face, as if he was trying to stir up trouble and sit back to watch the show, with a lot of anger and bad intentions hidden in his heart.

Hearing the familiar voice, Helian Yue felt a chill on his back and stopped abruptly.

He looked in the direction of the voice and was instantly met with a pair of black eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. He was so frightened that he felt a chill all over his body, as if a thorn was stabbing him in the back.

Zhou Wantang thought he was waiting for her, her face was flushed with shyness, and she trotted forward, completely forgetting the soreness in her body.

"Brother Yue..."

Just as she was about to speak, she sensed that the atmosphere was not good. She looked in the direction he was looking and froze in place.

Your Majesty, why is Your Majesty here?

Feng Qiwu glanced at him and said with a slow smile, "Prince Yongqing has been in his fiefdom for so long that he has completely forgotten the rules of the capital?"

Helian Yue suddenly came back to his senses, threw away the uneasiness in his heart, and bowed with gritted teeth, "Your Majesty, may you be well."

Zhou Wantang also woke up as if from a dream, and saluted stiffly, saying, "Your Majesty, your servant pays respect to you."

"You two are really in a good mood. In the middle of the night, a man and a woman are meeting here in secret. One of you is a prince, and the other is the second daughter of a duke. Is this the rule your elders taught you?"

Feng Qiwu was gazing at them from above, his slow tone suddenly becoming heavier, his eyes like a heavy sword fiercely splitting the thick eternal night.

Helian Yue felt flustered, his eyes flickering.

Zhou Wantang was horrified and his face turned pale.

Under his pressure, Helian Yue found his voice after a while and said, "Your Majesty, I'm afraid you have misunderstood. I am not familiar with Miss Zhou Er, and I don't know why Miss Zhou Er is in the Imperial Garden. Perhaps it is because of the charming moonlight and the beautiful flowers that we happened to step into this place and caused Your Majesty to misunderstand."

"Oh, is that so?" Feng Qiwu raised his eyebrows, then looked at Zhou Wantang again and asked slowly, "Miss Zhou Er, is what Prince Yongqing said right?"

When her name was called, Zhou Wantang didn't even raise her head before she spoke hesitantly, "Prince Yongqing is absolutely right. I just happened to pass by the Imperial Garden. I didn't expect that I would bump into Prince Yongqing, which caused your majesty's misunderstanding."

Feng Qiwu looked at them with a faint smile and was silent for a while.

The night is silent, with only the rustling of the wind.

Helian Yue felt as if his heart was being weighed down by a huge rock and he could hardly breathe. He was unsure of Feng Qiwu's thoughts and became increasingly anxious and uneasy.

In such silence, Wen Ranyan spoke slowly, "But just now, I seemed to hear Miss Zhou Er calling Prince Yongqing "Brother Yue". Is it true that they are not familiar with each other?"

As soon as she said this, their breathing suddenly became choked, their scalps became tighter and tighter, and the water became even more turbid.