This Lord is Too Cruel

"I'm just saying that the emperor will give him a marriage." Leng Peihan lowered his head and replied.

Lan Jingshu's eyes dimmed, and it seemed to be clear. Even Yi Mu and Gu Yefeng who were on one side also realized something. The three of them set their eyes on Leng Peihan and shook their heads helplessly.

Leng Peihan looked at the expressions of the three of them, and naturally understood, the eldest brother's mind, sighed quietly.

Feng Aotian rode Aoxue directly into the barracks, and saw that the barracks were already in a melee. Her eyes flashed coldly and flew into the camp. When the man in black was looking at Feng Aotian, After looking at each other, he turned around and left.

Feng Aotian's eyes were cold, "Don't let go of any of them, kill without mercy."

"Yes." The following Poo replied in a low voice. In an instant, she saw Po and his dark guards surrounding the black-clothed people in front of him, and the remaining black-clothed people turned into dead bodies in a blink of an eye.

Feng Aotian stepped forward, walked to the side of the bed, and saw Mu Hanyao propping up his eyes, looking at her.

She whispered, "Han Yao."

Mu Hanyao looked at her with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, then couldn't hold it back, and passed out.

Feng Aotian hurriedly stepped forward, raised his hand, embraced him in his arms, lowered his head, and probed his pulse, "Fortunately, it was just a little loose."

She helped him up, left the camp, walked into his camp, put him on the bed, covered the quilt, and walked into the Leng Qianye camp.

There were bloodstains all over the camp, her face was gloomy, she stepped forward, picked up Leng Qianye on the bed, and said coldly, "Clean up this place again."

"Yes." Po answered.

"Those who dare to move the Lord, take it to the woods and feed the Lord's baby." Feng Aotian whispered.

"Yes." Po hurriedly motioned to the dark guard on one side and began to act.

Feng Aotian took Leng Qianye back to her camp, put him on the bed, pulsed for him, her injuries were serious, her eyes sank, she took off his clothes and saw two on it. The palm prints were already blue and black. She raised her eyes and stared at his pale face, still indifferent and dusty. She went on the bed and sat cross-legged, her palms on his chest, luck for him. Work healing.

Time passed slowly, Mu Hanyao slowly opened his eyes, held his aching forehead, and got up. He thought that when Shi Cai was drowsy, he saw the emperor, supporting his weak body, and walking outside. .

Li Su walked over with the bandage and looked at Mu Hanyao, "General Mu, are you awake?"

"The emperor is here?" Mu Hanyao asked her the first sentence.

"Yes, right now, I am healing General Leng." Li Su nodded, thinking that the emperor was still as expected, and would come whenever there was a crisis at the border.

Mu Hanyao looked at Li Su, nodded slightly, and then walked forward, "Is it in the emperor's camp or?"

"General Leng's camp is now being repaired." Li Su said.

"Yeah." Mu Hanyao nodded, then lifted up and walked to the camp specially arranged for Feng Aotian.

Looking at the current hour, three hours have passed, he opened the curtains, walked in, and saw that on the bed, a thin layer of sweat was on Feng Aotian's forehead, and his handsome face was indisputable. Frightened, he walked forward slowly, stood by her side, staring at her, only a few days later, in these days when she was away, apart from fighting, he could miss her, other times, Whenever the night is quiet, her face will appear in his mind.

It wasn't until late at night that Feng Aotian slowly put her palms away, opened her eyes, and Leng Qianye's body fell towards her, she took him into her arms along the way, took out the Jinpa from her sleeves, and wiped his face. Bo Khan then laid him flat on the bed, covered the quilt, turned his eyes, and saw Mu Hanyao, "Why stand here?"

Mu Hanyao stared at her, took out the black Jinpa in his arms, and wiped the sweat from her forehead. This was the first time that he actively wiped the sweat for a person, and wanted to care for a person well.

Feng Aotian smiled and got up. Due to excessive internal energy consumption, her body was weak and a little dizzy. When she shook her body, she was embraced by Mu Hanyao.

Feng Aotian leaned in his arms, raised his eyes and stared at him, "Why don't you speak?"

Mu Hanyao still stared at her, and only after a long time did he speak, his voice a little dull, "The emperor, the minister missed you."

Feng Aotian curled his lips and smiled, and wrapped his waist around him, and said with a smile, "When did you learn to say such nasty things?"

"I just never said it." Mu Hanyao hugged her and walked to the soft couch on one side. Feng Aotian leaned on his arms, and the two lay on their sides and soft couch.

She stretched out her hand and stroked his face, "A lot tougher."

"The emperor, the minister thought you couldn't make it." When Mu Hanyao saw the people in black last night, he was a little scared, afraid that he would never see him again, or that he and Leng Qianye would die like this.

Feng Aotian leaned in his arms, "Master knows what you are worried about, don't worry, there will be no accidents to you."

"The minister will always live with the emperor." Mu Hanyao said sincerely.

Feng Aotian raised his head and looked at him, "Who did you learn from?"

Mu Hanyao's stern face was stained with a light smile, that smile was like a melting snow-capped mountain, with clarity, "It's the emperor."

Feng Aotian laughed, leaning forward slightly, lowered his head, and kissed his lips.

Mu Hanyao turned over, pressed her under him, bowed his head, and kissed her back.

In the capital, Xuanyuan Yu learned that the person he sent had missed, and a cold light shattered in his eyes, "It's all useless things."

"My lord, what should I do now?" the attendant asked from one side.

"How?" Xuanyuan Yu snorted coldly, "I want to see what she can do."

"What does the emperor mean?" the attendant continued.

"Tomorrow is not the day when Chu Lingtian is overjoyed. Since she dared to move my people, I should take them back." Xuanyuan Yu continued.

"The slave understands." The attendant responded quickly.

Le Qiguo and Xing Wuyun also learned of the destruction of Lingjiu Nation. He turned his eyes and looked at the angry Wei Zimo inside the Zhulian, and said with a smile, "I didn't say that earlier, let you quickly take the Lingjiu Has the country’s industry been recovered? You see, now, there is no return."

Wei Zimo snorted coldly, "She wants to turn Lingjiu Nation into hers, it hasn't been so easy yet."

"What do you mean?" Xing Wuyun lay on his side and on the soft couch, holding wine in his arms, with a slightly drowsy cheek, with a charming luster, looking at Wei Zimo who was cold in the bead curtain.

"You'll know it then." Wei Zimo's beautiful eyes were filled with calculating light.

Xing Wuyun looked at him as if he had an idea, and shook his head helplessly, "Hey..."

"What's your expression?" Wei Zimo turned his eyes, looked at him, and asked dissatisfiedly.

"I'm afraid that you will lose your wife and lose your troops." Xing Wuyun raised his head and took a sip of wine. Anyway, now, he is as far away as Feng Aotian is.

Wei Zimo looked at him, "Are you doubting me?"

"Think about it, what a powerful role Xuanyuan Yu is. He sent his powerful generals to the Lingjiu Nation. In the end, he didn't lose his troops. He even brought his generals into the Feng Nation today. He will not have to do so tomorrow. Getting married with the woman who captured him is now the most talkative talk of all countries after dinner." Xing Wuyun thought, in today's world, except for the emperors of the three powerful nations, only Feng Aotian can have such arrogant skills. However, her arrogance is not concealed, even if she is just a third-class country, the little emperor of a small land, but she can still have such a arrogant style, compared with those who have big countries, it is true Is much more powerful.

In this world, who can use a woman as an official, I am afraid that it is only her, who actually let two women go to destroy the country in the first battle, and, after a big victory, it is undoubtedly a slap in Xuanyuan Yu’s face. Slap, can Xuanyuanyu let her go?

However, thinking that Xuanyuan Yu is now in Feng Country, but was ignored by her, he feels happy, the magnificent Emperor of Xuan Mo Country, and also known as the most beautiful man in the world, has not caught Feng Aotian’s eyes. For some reason, it really made him happy.

"How can Xuanyuanyu compare with me?" Wei Zimo snorted coldly. "He just relied on his appearance and the supreme power, so he thought that the whole world belonged to him, so he didn't put anyone in it. In my eyes, he is very arrogant and arrogant. In my eyes, he is nothing but a arrogant dude."

Xing Wuyun listened to his words, "Even if he is a dude, he is also the emperor of a country. You have not heard of his methods for a long time, but they kill people without blinking. Compared with Feng Aotian's brutal acts, they are even worse. ."

Listening to his words, Xing Wuyun chuckled, "Yes, one is the emperor of a big country who is mad and murderous, and the other is the emperor of a small country who is extremely cruel and rogue. You said, the two of them are a perfect match."

Xing Wuyun was about to drink, listening to his words, "Puff" spouted a sip of wine and laughed out loud, "Haha, you mean, Xuanyuanyu and Feng Aotian?"

"Yeah, anyway, after Xuanyuanyu has not been established, he has been the emperor for five years, and there is not even a woman. Don't you think it is strange?" Wei Zimo turned his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun's exaggerated expression , The tone is cold.

"That's true." Xing Wuyun nodded, "However, it is impossible for him and Feng Aotian."

"There is nothing impossible in this world." Wei Zimo sneered, "Anyway, both people have the same hobbies."

"Haha." Xing Wuyun listened more and more joyous, "I said, how could you think of this place? How proud of Xuanyuanyu's temperament, he can't wait to kill Feng Aotian now, maybe, soon, he will personally How can you look at Feng Aotian after destroying Feng Country?"

"What if Feng Aotian fell in love with him?" Wei Zimo looked at Xing Wuyun directly, "If that's the case, Feng Aotian has a lot of help, after all, Xuan Mo State can support her."

"If this is the case, why didn't she lift your veil at the beginning? If so, then, half of your property belongs to her, wouldn't she be happier." Xing Wuyun pointed the finger at Wei Zimo.

"Huh." Wei Zimo looked at him, "If she dared to lift my veil, I will cut her off."

"Are you willing?" Xing Wuyun asked amusedly, then looked up and took a sip of wine.

Wei Zimo quickly opened the bead curtain and stood three steps away in front of him, "What do you mean? You told her about me, otherwise, how could she know about me? I didn't find it. You settle the account, now you are using it to make fun of me?"

Xing Wuyun quickly got up and watched him vigilantly, thinking, wouldn't it irritate him again? Biting his lip bitterly, he continued, "I just said it casually, why should you take it seriously?"

"Say it casually?" Wei Zimo was annoyed when he thought of this. "If it weren't for you to say it casually, I would let her give..."

Xing Wuyun looked at him and asked in a puzzled way, "How long has it been since, how come you haven't forgotten it?"

"This is my shame and shame, I can forget it." Wei Zimo felt angry when he thought of this, and looked at Xing Wuyun more and more unpleasant.

Xing Wuyun got up with interest, and then flew into the Furong Pavilion.

Wei Zimo watched Xing Wuyun fall in the Furong Pavilion. He was determined that he would not be contaminated with that kind of fireworks, let alone fly over, but now, the tone in his heart has been unable to express, and he said he would care about Feng. About Aotian, but every time, he always receives news about her, and every time he can't help being angry.

Seeing Xing Wuyun lying on the recliner of Furong Pavilion, he tapped his toes and flew past. When he was about to land, he saw the old bustard standing in front of him, bowing and saying, "His Royal Highness, my master said, if so If you want to come to Furong Pavilion, you must lift your veil."

Wei Zimo looked at her and said solemnly, "Get out of the way!"

"His Royal Highness, the servants are just following the master's instructions. You know the temper of my master." The old bustard in front of him whispered.

Wei Zimo was a little anxious, then looked at Xing Wuyun, and then at the guards who had fallen behind her, suddenly became angry, then lifted his palm and hit the old bustard in front of him.

Xing Wuyun sat on the recliner in his spare time, and was smugly taking a cup of tea, taking a sip, and then saw the old bustard just avoiding Wei Zimo’s palm, and then said, "Your Highness, my master also said, If you are not targeting Furong Pavilion, the servants will not stop you, please."

Wei Zimo fell to Xing Wuyun's side, looking at the old bustard in front of him, "What else did your master say?"

"The master said, if it is, if the Third Highness wants to find Master Xing unhappy, Furong Pavilion is at your disposal, as long as you leave the money for repairs." The old bustard continued.

Xing Wuyun stood up from the recliner and looked at the old bustard in front of him, "Your master is too good at crossing the river and breaking the bridge."

The old bustard turned his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, "Master Xing, the master said, if you come back to Furong Pavilion after drinking, you will be beaten out."

Listening to her, Xing Wuyun was very angry. Fortunately, Feng Aotian, you dare to do this to me. Just about to step forward to teach the old bustard, he saw Wei Zimo gently waving his hand, pulling out the green bamboo on one side, and waved to Xing Wuyun.

Xing Wuyun hurriedly flashed away and looked at Wei Zimo, "You really hit, you didn't see it, is this Feng Aotian deliberately?"

Wei Zimo looked at him, "Regardless of her intentions, I am the one who beat you now."

Xing Wuyun was a little helpless. He really didn't want to play with him. He looked at him, "I warn you, if you dare to do anything, I will run away from home. I walked far away so that you will never find me."

Looking at his rogue appearance, Wei Zimo remembered Feng Aotian, and couldn't help but growl, "Even if you escape to the end of the world, I can also find you. If that happens, you may be even worse. "

Xing Wuyun snorted coldly, "It depends on whether you have that ability."

After speaking, while he was unprepared, he turned around and rushed to the third floor of Furong Pavilion, huh, since Feng Aotian wanted to ask for money from Wei Zimo, he kept doing it and obeyed her. Today, Wei Zimo was asked to dismantle the Furong Pavilion.

Wei Zimo followed the flying body and chased Xing Wuyun. The old bustard Ziyun stood on one side, watching the two leaving figures, and a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

The men behind him felt distressed, "Ziyun, if this Furong Pavilion is really torn down, wouldn't it have to be done again?"

"What are you afraid of? Anyway, what the third majesty has is money, the master said, Furong Pavilion is in disrepair for a long time, let him do whatever he wants, when the time comes, check the cash, we will build a new one." Ziyun then sat on one side, listening to the building. The screams and the earth-shaking noise made her smile deep.

While avoiding Wei Zimo's chasing, Xing Wuyun demolished the entire third floor. For Wei Zimo, he really had no choice. He raised his head and shouted, "Feng Aotian, I'm never ending with you."

Wei Zimo looked at him, then looked at the furnishings on the third floor in front of him, as well as the woman on it, staring in disgust, then looking at Xing Wuyun, even more furious, "Xing Wuyun. You did it on purpose." , Led me to Furong Pavilion and made me look sick."

Xing Wuyun watched Wei Zimo’s hygienic disorder recurring, and laughed out loud, “Yes, it’s all powdery, and there are stinky men and beauties. This third floor is pretty good, or I Take you to the second floor?"

Xing Wuyun smiled freely, and then flew down to the second floor. Wei Zimo looked at his crazy appearance, his beautiful eyes were full of anger, and then flew right behind him. Today, he gave up.

At the border, Mu Hanyao had left the barracks and went to rectify the troops to prevent the invasion of the country.

Feng Aotian sat beside the bed, watching Leng Qianye’s face, remembering that when he saw him for the first time, he was dismissive of himself, even if she showed him a smile, he was indifferent and scornful. .

She was a little strange, when did he think about himself?

She raised her hand, brushed his fingertips across his pale cheeks, and traced his eyebrows, she was thinking, maybe only he knew it.

Leng Qianye woke up faintly, opened his eyes, and Feng Aotian's beautiful smiling face was greeted by Feng Aotian. He was startled slightly, then he raised his eyebrows, thinking he was dreaming. How could she appear at this time? Could it be that he is dead?

Looking at his still indifferent expression, Feng Aotian chuckled, "I haven't woken up after sleeping for so long?"

Leng Qianye suddenly opened his eyes and stared at her, "The emperor..."

Feng Aotian raised his hand, placing his fingertips on his lips, "Master knows."

Leng Qianye's eyes flickered, does she know everything? Then, as well as his thoughts, does she also understand?

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He raised his hand, pushed her hand on his lips away, and then said, "The emperor, please take your life back."

"Recover what?" Feng Aotian looked at him and asked.

"The minister will not marry a wife, and the emperor does not need to grant marriage." Leng Qianye said coldly.

"Oh, it turned out to be this." Feng Aotian deliberately prolonged his voice, "What if I insist on this?"

"The minister will only die once." Leng Qianye raised his eyes and stared at her with a firm tone.

Feng Aotian moved forward slightly, hooking his chin, "If so, is the person I give you the marriage your favorite?"

"The person you like will never give a marriage." Leng Qianye looked at her directly. At this moment, he didn't know why he said such words. Perhaps, after he moved his mind to her, everything would be fine. Has changed.

"Really?" Feng Aotian stepped forward and approached him slightly, then pressed his lips and kissed gently, "Then who do you like?"

Leng Qianye was lying on the bed, looking at her with his eyes open, and slowly closing his eyes, his heart was aching, "The emperor, the minister is exhausted."

Feng Aotian looked at his stubborn look, and then lay on his side, "If you are tired, just rest."

Leng Qianye looked at her and lay on her side like this, then turned around and turned her back to her. At this moment, can he speak? He remembered that although he was with her in order to hold Mei Ji, he had physical contact with her after all, and when he did that, he had already put away his thoughts on her , Isn't it?

Feng Aotian stepped forward slightly, wrapped his back around his waist, and leaned his cheeks on his back, "Why are you so stubborn?"

Leng Qianye's figure trembled, and a touch of pain flashed through Han Yu's indifferent eyes, and then closed her eyes and pressed her lips tightly, without saying a word.

Feng Aotian then turned his body over, lowered his head, kissed his lips, opened his fingers and kneaded gently.

Leng Qianye closed her eyes tightly, allowing her to wander freely on her body, can he really say it?

He opened his eyes abruptly, raised his hand, held her hand, and looked at her, "The emperor, this hand of the minister touched another woman."

Feng Aotian lowered his head, looked at his hand, and looked at him, "Where else have you touched?"

"Here." Leng Qianye raised his hand and pointed to his shoulder. "Such a minister, would you still want it?"

Feng Aotian lowered his head and drank his lips, "I don't want anyone else to touch him."

Leng Qianye felt cold, then pushed her away from her, got down on the bed barefoot, took a sword on one side, and pierced her shoulder, and saw the red blood flowing from his shoulder and dripping to the ground. , He didn't even frown, then raised his arm and cut off at the hand that he had once pulled Meiji away.

Feng Aotian flicked his fingers, knocked his sword down, leaned on the bed, and watched him, "If you abolish this hand, which hand would you use to kill the enemy?"

Leng Qianye looked at her, knelt on the ground, half-draped her clothes, "The emperor, the minister is no longer qualified to stand in front of you."

Feng Aotian said solemnly, "Come here."

Leng Qianye raised his eyes and stared at her, slightly startled, is he going to go? Will he want himself? But, does she understand his mind?

Feng Aotian's eyes were cold, "Master gives you two choices. The first is to come over, and the second is that you can hang yourself in front of the master with that sword."

Leng Qianye raised his eyes and stared at her, past? What courage does he have to pass? He lowered his eyes and remained silent, letting the cold wind blow in, blowing away his scattered ink, his fists clenched, maybe, in the beginning, he shouldn't be tempted, maybe, in the beginning, He wants to take care of his own heart, but now, everything is too late. When he thinks he is about to die, he has prepared for the worst. She doesn't want him, so why should he be persistent, she If you want to push him out, then he will stay here forever, even if it is buried in loess, he must stay here.

He picked up the sword on one side and stroked it towards his neck.

Looking at his choice, Feng Aotian's eyes were filled with gloomy eyes, vain his clever life, but he was an elm-headed man. Didn't she already make it clear?

She flew out, grabbed the sword in his hand, held his waist, swung it down on the bed, and held him in her arms, bowed her head, stroking his face, which was already colorless, now, Even more pale.

Regardless of whether she was stained with his blood, she took out the golden sore medicine from her arms and sprinkled it on his shoulder, took off the silk tape from her head, and wrapped it on the wound. The blue silk fell with the wind, reflecting her face. Even brighter.

Leng Qianye had never seen her like this before, and he stared at her in a daze.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Didn't the Lord say to let you come over?"

Leng Qianye returned to his senses slightly, was silent for a long time, and said, "The emperor, you don't mean you don't want someone else to touch, the minister is not clean anymore."

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Is it really dirty?"

"For the emperor, it's not clean anymore." Leng Qianye's thin lips pursed slightly. At this moment, he looked awkward for the first time. When she prevented him from hanging himself, he knew his thoughts, she understood.

Feng Aotian smiled lowly, "You just stabbed yourself for what?"

"The minister wants to wash the places she touched with his own blood." Leng Qianye whispered.

Feng Aotian propped his head with one hand, turned sideways, staring at him, and drew the blue silk on his chest, "Leng Qianye, tell him, when did you think about him?"

Leng Qianye's expression was cold, but he could see a little unnaturalness in his eyes. He looked down, when did he move his mind to her?

When she came to the border last time and kissed him? Or when she explained the military books for him? Or when she cut his blood? Perhaps earlier, that was when she appeared in the dungeon and used her own cultivation base to restore his martial arts? He remembered slowly, as if after a long time, he raised his eyes and looked at her, "The minister doesn't know."

Feng Aotian looked at him amusedly, and put his forehead on his forehead, "Then when did you know that you have thoughts about your master?"

"Gift marriage." Leng Qianye looked at the face close at hand, his heart beating fast and unwillingly, he became a little uneasy.

Feng Aotian lowered his head and looked at him, "Master said, as long as you agree, he will give you marriage."

"The minister doesn't agree." Leng Qianye quickly replied, and then ignoring the pain on the shoulder, he turned over, pressed Feng Aotian under her body, and lowered her head to kiss her lips, "The emperor, would you want a minister?"

Feng Aotian blinked his eyes and looked at him, "Leng Qianye, when have you become so dull?"

Leng Qianye opened her eyes and watched her with a shallow smile, indifferent and dusty face, with a brilliant smile, bowed her head and kissed her.

Feng Aotian laughed blankly, looking at him like this, in fact, she understood everything.

Mu Hanyao deployed everything. After patrolling, he stepped into the camp. When he saw the scene of Feng Aotian and Leng Qianye embracing on the bed, his eyes were still burned. He suddenly turned around and left the camp.

Feng Aotian and Leng Qianye naturally sensed Mu Hanyao's footsteps, and Feng Aotian slowly got up, looked at him, "rest well."

"Yes." Leng Qianye nodded, he knew Mu Hanyao's current mind, but he...

Feng Aotian lowered his head, dropped a light kiss on his forehead, covered him with a quilt, and turned and left the camp.

Leng Qianye watched her leaving. He closed his eyes. After these hours of struggle, he was finally liberated. His chaotic heart finally calmed down. He never thought that one day he would The heart was thrown out, and it was given back to a man.

Feng Aotian walked out of the camp and watched Mu Hanyao holding a saber in one hand, and standing neatly under the moon with the other hand on his waist. She then stepped forward, stretched out her hand, and held his cold but thick hand, "Within two days , Qiguo will do it."

"The emperor, the minister has something to say." Mu Hanyao couldn't help but looked at her.

"Huh?" Feng Aotian looked at his dark and deep eyes with coldness.

"In the heart of the emperor, what is a minister?" Mu Hanyao has always wanted to ask this question. For him, Feng Aotian has become all of him. He understands that for his second brother, she is him. At the beginning, when he heard the second brother say this, he felt more sadness in his heart, but now, he feels the weight of the words, yes, because, at this moment, he only realized , She is also his fate, even more important than fate.

Feng Aotian looked at him, led him to his camp, then sat down, "You are Lord's person."

"The emperor, the minister is just one of the many around you." Mu Hanyao didn't know why. When he saw Leng Qianye hugging her, he knew how selfish it is to fall in love with a person. He couldn't imagine how the second brother used to accept the so many people around her at the beginning. He knew more clearly that when the second brother said that to Lan Jingshu when he showed his heart to the emperor, he said that to Lan Jingshu. , Because he also has that kind of mind now, in his heart, she can only belong to him.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "You are all unique by your side."

Mu Hanyao stared at her, "The emperor, Rong Chen think about it."

Feng Aotian knew his entanglement, and her appearance had changed the normal concept in this world. They didn't know how she turned out to be a woman, let alone understand what she had to endure as a man.

She slowly got up and walked out. Mu Hanyao looked at her leaving figure, suffocated in her heart, got up suddenly, rushed over in stride, took her into her arms from her back, and pressed her chin against her. On his shoulder, "The emperor, the minister wants you to stay."

Feng Aotian was slightly startled, then slowly turned around, staring at him, "What a fool."

Mu Hanyao stretched out his hand and hugged her in his arms. Yes, in the face of love, even people who are calm will become fools.

Father Cat hid in the dark, watching Feng Aotian come back. The first thing he did was to rescue Leng Qianye. He could understand, then, the man has been rescued, he should always be thought of, right? However, the master went to Mu Hanyao’s camp. He curled his mouth and stared at the camp grievously, wishing to see a hole in the camp. Master, you really forgot the minion, you really don’t want it. Up?

In the capital, Lan Jingshu looked at Feng Yinqi, who was lying peacefully on the dragon couch. He had just cleaned up for Feng Yinqi, and then he was fed the medicine, and then lay on one side, "I wonder what happened to the emperor?"

Xue Ke stood at the gate of the palace, wondering whether she could get married tomorrow. Now it has been announced to the world. If it is not held, then, hasn't she lost her master's face?

"Brother Soul, tomorrow's big wedding will be held as scheduled." Xue Ke gritted her teeth and decided to say.

"You girl, you want to marry so impatiently?" Soul suddenly appeared in front of her and said with a smile.

"This is not a question of urgency, but a question of the master's face." Xue Ke looked at the soul and continued.

The soul looked at her righteous remarks, and then said, "You agreed to this marriage, didn't it because you fell in love with Chu Lingtian?"

"That's natural." Xue Ke nodded hurriedly, "I do it all for the master."

The soul raised a smile, "Then you are doing this to Chu Lingtian, but for the master?"

"It's the master who asked me to train him well." Xue Ke said nonchalantly, "It's just that, who knows that men and women are so troublesome."

The corner of the soul's mouth twitched, thinking that this little girl really did not waste her time in the mountains, and then said, "Just received the master's order, tomorrow your marriage will continue as usual."

"That should be the case." Xue Ke nodded with a smile, looking at the sky, "In the past two days, the things for the wedding and Sixi have been prepared. After an hour, I will be busy."

She said quietly, turned around, stepped into the palace, walked to the bed, looked at Chu Lingtian, then pulled out the Jinpa covering him, and looked at him with a smile, "You say tomorrow, Emperor Xuan Mo Will you send someone to rescue you?"

Chu Lingtian looked at her, "Naturally."

"In the past few days, you have been staying with me. Even if you are rescued by Emperor Xuanmo tomorrow, it is estimated that in the future, you will become the laughing stock of the whole world. After all, you were married to me. People, he won't reuse you easily." Xue Ke's eyes showed a touch of coldness with a smile.

Chu Lingtian looked at Xue Ke in front of him, and for the first time felt that this woman was not as simple as she was on the surface. His eyes dimmed and he was about to speak, his mouth was covered again.

He raised his eyes and glared at Xue Ke fiercely, thinking about this woman. One day, he will show her a good look. He will personally lead his troops to break through this **** Feng Nation, and then take her into captivity and repay her as a human being. Govern his body.

Xue Ke rolled her eyes slowly, looking at him, and sighed faintly, "You, it's never possible to apply the way I treat you to me, you die of this mind."

Chu Lingtian was stunned again. Was he so obvious?

Xue Ke clapped this hand, got up, and walked out of the bedroom, "Bring the Xi robe."

Outside the door, Si Xi had ordered people to prepare everything, and the maids came in with their wedding gowns.

Before dawn the next day, Xue Ke was dressed in a bright red wedding gown, while Chu Lingtian was **** and placed in a sedan chair, while Xue Ke was riding a tall horse with a crowd of welcoming teams, beating gongs and drums. Walking up the streets of the capital.

When the people got the news, they rushed to watch the ceremony, and everyone was even talking about it. This was the first time that a woman married a man. Moreover, she was still a great hero who had just destroyed the Lingji Kingdom, or a female investigator who had just entered the top three. , And she was married to Chu Lingtian, the young general of the Xuanmo country she had personally captured. Such a major event is even more incredible. The most rare event in the ages has naturally aroused the people's onlookers.

Xuanyuan Yu was sitting in the best private room in the restaurant, looking at the welcoming team passing by, looking at Xue Ke who was sitting immediately, and then looking at the sedan chair behind him, his eyes flashed ruthlessly, what a shame.

The attendant stood on one side, "My lord, when will you start?"

"Naturally tonight, by the way, I caught this woman." Xuanyuan Yu said coldly.

"Yes." The attendant looked at Xue Ke, who was sitting upright and dressed in a wedding gown with a proud look. She was not as embarrassed as a married man. She couldn't help thinking about how Feng Aotian's subordinates practiced. Become such a mad and cheeky temper?

Mu Hanyao went to the school training ground early the next morning. Feng Aotian was worried about Leng Qianye last night and stayed by his side. Leng Qianye lay quietly beside her, but he never had it in his heart. Steadfast.

He raised his eyes and met Feng Aotian's eyes, "My lord, you haven't slept all night?"

Feng Aotian helped him up, looked at the injury on his shoulder, and grasped the pulse condition, "Well, I have recovered well, but I still can't move."

"Yes." Leng Qianye responded to her words so obediently for the first time.

Feng Aotian was obviously not accustomed to Leng Qianye's reaction, but still liked his indifferent appearance before. She fiddled with his Qingsi, "How many palms did that woman hit you?"

Leng Qianye looked at her, "The emperor, do you still dislike the minister?"

Feng Aotian looked at him, but he was very sensitive to emotional matters. The more so, the more he could see that he cared.

Leng Qianye sighed slightly, then lowered his eyes to see that the blue and purple mark on his chest had disappeared, and then said, "The emperor, the minister..."

Feng Aotian raised his hand and hit his forehead, "You, my lord, whoever dares to move, my lord will make her alive more painful than she is."

Listening to her words, Leng Qianye smiled at the corners of her mouth, then stretched out her hand to embrace her in her arms, "The minister is afraid, the emperor doesn't want any minister."

Feng Aotian listened to his words, "It also depends on your performance."

Leng Qianye lowered his head, stared at her, then printed her lips, and gently sucked in. He was proving that he cares, his cautiousness, because once he gets his heart, he wants to best The land was given to her, but he felt a little inferiority in his heart.

In Wu Yueguo, Ye Ziran was dressed in a dragon robe and sat on a dragon chair. Today is the ceremony of enthroning the throne. It is the day when he proclaims the emperor. He sits in distress and scans the hundred officials under the hall. He finally waited for this day.

With majesty and triumphant joy in his eyes, he was about to speak, but he felt a pain in his heart, and a mouthful of blood spit out...

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