This Lord is Too Cruel

Mu Hanyao's face was dim, thinking of what she had said after tattooing yesterday, his mind sank, "Cao Min...Cao Min is the regent."

"Just remember." Feng Aotian was very satisfied with Mu Hanyao's answer, and then stretched out his hand to close the torn clothes, "From now on, you will resume your post."

Hearing that Mu Hanyao took a step back, knelt down on one knee, and thanked him, "The minister will live up to the high hopes of the regent, and will defend the border to the death, and will not let the soldiers of Qiguo take a half step."

Feng Aotian bends down slightly and lifts him up, "Since you understand this king's intentions, the king doesn't need to say much."

"The minister has no two minds." Mu Hanyao raised his eyes and stared at her. He is just making a bet now. Although he has only been with Feng Aotian for only six or seven hours, he believes that the regent is cruel. Not mediocre.

Nowadays, the people are not living, and Qiguo has taken the opportunity to start the war. Now, he has no choice but to make a bet. If he loses, he will be able to coexist and die with Fengguo. If he wins, Fengguo will still have a chance.

Feng Aotian didn't say much anymore. Now that her purpose has been achieved, Mu Hanyao will handle the rest of the matter, and she can return to Beijing to handle other matters.

The incident of her attack cannot be separated from the person in the capital. Now that she knows that she is not dead, the person is afraid that he is already restless and may be planning other conspiracies. If she stays here for a few days, the capital will be more. Something changed. Now she is notorious. If there is a reaction in the capital, it will be difficult for her to return to the capital unharmed.

Outside the book, Si Xi had ordered people to retrieve Mu Hanyao's shirt, "Master, General Mu's shirt has been retrieved."

"Well, wait for this king and General Mu to wash." Feng Aotian said coldly, reducing the smile between his eyebrows.

Mu Hanyao was also unsmiling, maintaining the etiquette between the emperor and his subjects, standing on the side of Feng Aotian.

Sixi led the attendant **** and walked into the tent, carefully waiting for Feng Aotian and Mu Hanyao to wash and change clothes.

Tsing Yi had been out of the tent early in the morning, his complexion was slightly pale, and he was wearing a daisy-colored gown, his hair was tied with bamboo hairpins, and his body was smelled of wood different from blue musk. There was no smell of fat and powder, and it looked like a weak willow. Delicate.

Last night, he was tossed and awake. I don't know why the Regent wanted to keep him. Thinking of her consistent torture, he couldn't help sighing. I wonder if he can persist in the past three years.

After some dressing, Feng Aotian wore an indigo-blue robe. The neckline and cuffs were all embroidered with silver thread and moire piping. He wore a cyan auspicious cloud wide-brimmed silk ribbon around his waist, and his black hair was **** and wearing With a small silver crown inlaid with jade, the white jade on the silver crown is crystal clear and moist, which further sets off the black and smooth of her hair, like silk and satin.

Her phoenix eyes were cold, her face was like an autumn moon, she was beautiful, and her body exuded an extraordinary and luxurious atmosphere. The clouds were high and the sun was not allowed to look directly. She turned abruptly and looked at Mu Hanyao who was standing in front of her, who was already properly dressed.

Mu Hanyao was dressed in silver armor, his posture was as tall as a pine, his vigor was as strong as the sun, and his eyes were shining like cold stars under his sword eyebrows, and they were sharp and mighty.

auzw.com The corners of Feng Aotian’s mouth raised slightly, and he stepped forward unhurriedly, smiling evilly, "In the future, no one except this king will be allowed three steps away from you, regardless of gender."

Mu Hanyao's deep eyes flickered slightly, seemingly puzzled, as he watched Feng Aotian's deeper smile, his handsome face, he calmed down the doubts in his heart, and replied in a deep voice, "The minister obeyed."

"The king's people can't tolerate prying eyes." Feng Aotian warned coldly, "If someone dares to covet you, do you know the consequences?"

Mu Hanyao lowered his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian’s slightly enchanting smile. The dark pupils were cold and bloodthirsty. Her words always reminded himself that from now on, he will be the regent. A man who is a king, not a courtier, even if he has no choice now and is willing to commit himself, he still can't pass the moral bottom line in his heart, restraining his inner entangled emotions, and replied dumbly, "The minister obeyed."

What Feng Aotian wanted was such a result. Rather than spending energy and time regaining the hearts of the soldiers in the battalion, it would be better to win the hearts of one person, and this person must be a person convinced by the soldiers in the battalion.

"Go with this king and welcome your Mu's army back to the camp." Feng Aotian raised his arm and naturally tapped Mu Hanyao's forehead, then took the helmet and put it on himself. He took his hand and walked out of the camp.

Mu Hanyao was still deeply awkward at Feng Aotian's random knocking on his forehead, but he was helpless. His hand was caught off guard by her. It was very soft. Compared with the thick palm of his hand, Feng Aotian's hand It is soft and boneless, quite silky.

He turned his eyes slightly, and looked at Feng Aotian's side face. Various images about her appeared in his mind. After all, it was difficult to tell which one was the real one.

The two stood side by side, clasped their hands and walked out of the camp. The soldiers outside the tent couldn't help but cast their eyes on them.

When General Mu returned to the camp, everyone was overjoyed. However, seeing General Mu and the Regent now intimately walk out of the camp, thinking that their beloved General Mu was defiled by the Regent last night, they couldn’t help being sad. As a result, it was even more sad and happy. , Quickly retracted his sight, secretly hurt.

"The slave has seen the regent." Tsing Yi looked at the two clasped hands, resisting the misery in his heart, and saluted.

Feng Aotian glanced sideways and glanced at Tsing Yi. There was really no pungent aroma on her body. When she looked carefully, it was a bit more delicate. She looked back and looked at Mu Hanyao, "In the future, he will follow you, why? When I learned to kill with a knife, and then send it back, such a brittle bone, it is really not fun to play."

"Yes." Mu Hanyao didn't know why the regent wanted Tsing Yi to stay in the barracks. He raised his eyes and glanced at Tsing Yi. He remembered how he was with Feng Aotian these days, and a touch of discomfort flashed in his heart for some reason.

Tsing Yi's figure trembled, and he responded in a low voice, "Slaves obey orders."

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