This Lord is Too Cruel

Feng Aotian took the soup bowl that Meixi handed over for the night. Inadvertently, she also saw Ling Shuangxue standing outside the hall. A wicked smile was evoked at the corner of her mouth. Then she took a sip of soup, raised her hand, and moved Ye Meixi. Pulled into his arms, bowed his head, put Tang Du into his mouth, and then slid across his delicate red lips, watching him wink like silk, leaning weak and boneless in her arms, She smiled deeper, "It tastes delicious."

Ye Meixi gave a low smile, with an expression of unsatisfactory expression on his face, and said softly, "Master, Meixi wants more."

Feng Aotian laughed, then took another sip and pressed his lips together, and the two shared a bowl of soup affectionately.

Ling Shuangxue stood outside the hall, and a cold wind blew through her. She was dressed in purple official robes, and on her beautiful face, a faint melancholy flashed, but it was also fleeting.

Chu Xia and Xiang Han stood outside the hall, wishing to report, turning their eyes, and seeing the scene inside the hall, the two blushed at the same time, and quickly bowed their heads, silent.

Ye Meixi's eyes are always with indestructible tenderness. He carefully prepares vegetables for Feng Ao Tian, ​​and the two use breakfast, with an indescribable warmth.

He enjoyed her being by his side very much. Although this time was short, it was also the best.

Ling Shuangxue had been standing outside the hall, without a trace of warm heart. At this moment, he was completely cooling down, the person who was printed on the tip of her heart, he had never had such a half smile in front of her.

She felt a pain in her heart uncontrollably, but allowed the pain to spread all over her body until the pain was numb and unconscious.

After breakfast, Feng Aotian took Ye Meixi’s hand and walked to the main hall. In this palace, Ye Meixi’s cronies were arranged, most of them were Mo Yan Pavilion’s subordinates, although he was not familiar with Feng Aotian , However, the people who can make the pavilion master treat so tenderly must be the ones that the pavilion master cherishes, and they will not guess the thoughts of the pavilion master at will.

Ye Meixi and Feng Aotian walked to the main hall. She sat down lazily, and Ye Meixi leaned in her arms obediently. For him, in front of her, he was never the king of a country. , He wanted to just snuggle in her arms like this, feel her breath, listen to her heartbeat, and her warm words echoed in his ears.

Feng Aotian aroused the blue silk on Ye Meixi's chest and played with him. Instead of looking at Ling Shuangxue outside the hall, he whispered, "Aren't you going to the morning court?"

Ye Meixi was a little bit upset, still wrapping her waist and rubbing her neck a few times, "Master, Meixi doesn't want to leave him for a moment."

Feng Aotian listened to the reluctance in his words and chuckled, "Last night, someone made a fuss about the Lord not sleeping well, you should go to the morning session, and the Lord will go to bed again."

Ye Meixi listened to her, with a blush on his cheeks, which made him even more charming. He raised his eyes, his beautiful eyes flowed, reverberating with all kinds of amorous feelings, and then slowly got up and drank on the corner of her lips, "That Meixi will go and return."

"Okay." Feng Aotian nodded, and when he got up, he squeezed his ass.

Ye Meixi screamed, and the voice was even more numb to the bones. He squinted at Feng Aotian, and said, "Master is really bad."

Feng Aotian smiled. There is a person who, no matter how much hardship he has endured, he will never show half of it in front of her. What he left to himself will always be his most enchanting side.

Ye Meixi looked back at her step by step three times, and then returned to the inner hall, put on a dark red dragon-patterned dragon robe, and walked out, waiting to see Ling Shuangxue who had been standing outside the palace for a long time, converging his talented and affectionate mannerisms. Kind of, those beautiful eyes were slightly sinking without a trace of temperature. He raised his steps, walked a few steps forward, and said to Ling Shuangxue who followed him, "Ling Aiqing came to see me so early, why?"

Ling Shuangxue bowed her head and said, "The emperor, the ministers are here because they want to recommend themselves and bring troops to the expedition."

Ye Meixi looked sideways and saw that there was no timidity on her face. There was a glimmer of light flashing in his eyes, like a smile but a real smile, "Ling Aiqing is the pillar of the country. There is no less time in this court. Ling Aiqing."

Ling Shuangxue listened to his words and knew his doubts about herself, she felt bitter in her heart, yes, what qualifications did she have to make him trust her?

She knelt on the ground immediately, and then said, "The minister is willing to stand for life and death."

Ye Meixi narrowed her eyes and looked at Ling Shuangxue who was kneeling in front of him. He couldn't guess why she insisted on going to the border gate so persistently. What is the conspiracy in this?

"Since Wu Yueguo has such a loyal and patriotic minister, Meixi should be happy." A cold voice came from the palace, breaking the silence at the moment.

Ye Meixi immediately raised the corners of her mouth and whispered, "Of course, since Ling Aiqing is so firm, it is my blessing, why should I not?"

Feng Aotian's voice echoed by Ling Shuangxue's ears, Ye Meixi seemed gentle, but with piercing and cold words, she lowered her eyes, and covered the gloomy light from the bottom of her eyes, and said, "Thank you, the emperor."

Ye Meixi stopped talking, but turned around and walked away.

Ling Shuangxue slowly got up, followed by his side, and left together.

Meteor looked at Ling Shuangxue's back, then looked at Feng Aotian, "Holy Lord, that woman is not easy."

Feng Aotian curled his lips and smiled, "Interesting."

The meteor slid up to her side, "Holy Lord, I can smell predation from that woman."

Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at him, "Well, what else?"

"There is also the smell of vinegar." Meteor continued, "Hey, Holy Lord, you know that, what I hate most is being jealous, but there is always a strong vinegar smell around the Holy Lord. It’s everywhere."

Feng Aotian raised his hand and slapped him on the head, "Honestly, why stared at him last night?"

"Who is he?" Meteor pretended to be foolish.

"Huh?" Feng Aotian's eyes sank slightly, revealing darkness.

"Holy Lord, Meteor doesn't know anything." Meteor said with his back to her, lying on one side.

When Feng Aotian saw that he didn't say anything, he didn't say much, but with a slight threat in his tone, "Well, if so, what happened to him in the future, and if the Lord didn't arrive in time, the Lord will throw you back to the Saint. Chi Zhong Lian."

Meteor swallowed his saliva. It wasn't that he didn't say it, but that he couldn't say it. If he said any more, then he wouldn't have to go back to the furnace to rebuild, and he would have his braids.

He thought so, pretending not to hear, then lay on the soft couch and pretended to be dead.

Feng Aotian knew that he didn't say it, naturally he had his concerns, and he didn't ask much. It was just that everything she saw in the holy pond that day was confirmed one by one so far. She must rush to the matter. Before it happens, do what she does.

Meteor could feel Feng Aotian's chill, and then stood up and looked at her, "Holy Lord, Meteor is not to say nothing, in fact, even if Meteor says it, nothing can be changed, and you don't want Meteor to disappear in smoke. ."

Feng Aotian was startled slightly, looked at him, raised his hand and twisted his ears, "Say it again?"

The meteor was a little bit painful when Feng Aotian twisted it, and he broke free, "Holy Lord, you can't be gentle with me."

Feng Aotian let go, then reclined on the soft couch, no longer paying attention to him, closing his eyes and resting.

Meteor rubbed his painful ear, snorted coldly, and then, nestled on one side, hey, it is really a headache to have the ability to predict the future.

After Ye Meixi got down from the morning dynasty, he hurried to the bedroom with a brisk footstep. He was eager to see Feng Aotian. After reaching the bedroom, he saw Feng Aotian resting lazily and comfortably on the soft couch. Bend slightly, smiled, stepped forward very lightly, sat on her side, carefully embraced her in his arms, let her rest on his legs with peace of mind, he just looked down, crazy Looking down.

Meteor turned around and looked at the faint soft light radiating from Ye Meixi's body. He turned his bright eyes, remembering the doubt in his heart, simply, not seeing it, he continued to pretend to sleep.

When Feng Aotian woke up, he faced Ye Meixi's charming face, and he held her hand, "Master, are you awake?"

Feng Aotian looked at him with a smile, got up from his arms, supported the armrest with one hand, Ye Meixi fell into her arms and put her other hand on her palm, very Soft, although long and slender, it was still much smaller in his hand. He carefully stroked her scallion fingers one by one, like treasures.

"Ling Shuangxue is going to the south or north?" Feng Aotian asked casually.

"Go to the north." Ye Meixi whispered and continued to play with her fingers.

Feng Aotian curled his lips and smiled, "Then Nan will leave it to you?"

Ye Meixi raised her eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, "Master, haven't you arranged it?"

Feng Aotian lowered his head and touched the corner of his mouth lightly, "What if the Lord is not prepared?"

"That's okay." Ye Meixi smiled unhurriedly, "Meixi can handle Nan Huiguo."

Feng Aotian knew that, on the surface, it seemed that returning home to the south was stronger than Wuyue Kingdom. In fact, there was no real contest. No one knows who wins and who loses. Leling naturally understands. After all, all these years, apart from the former Fengguo and Qiguo is always warring again and again, but the other small countries do not violate the river, and will not go to war. Naturally, there will be no real battlefield.

Ye Meixi raised her eyes and stared at her, "Master, let's have lunch."

The shooting star was sleeping on a fake sleep, and when he heard that there was food to eat, he got up eagerly, "Good, good."

Feng Aotian glanced sideways, glanced at the meteor, and then at Ye Meixi, "How about the customs and customs of Wuyue Kingdom with my master?"

"Good." Ye Meixi nodded in response.

Feng Aotian smiled immediately, ignoring the meteor, and led him into the inner hall. Ye Meixi took off the dark red brocade robe on her body, replaced it with bright red, took off the Jiuyu diadem on her head and replaced him Su Ri liked the jade crown, and then took her hand and left the palace.

Meteor looked at Feng Aotian's unsuitable talents and took his grudges. He curled his mouth and quickly followed, anyway, he would always want to eat.

The customs of Wuyue Kingdom are relatively crude. Moreover, they can sing and dance, and Feng Aotian and Ye Meixi walked on the street without evasiveness holding hands. Although some people cast curious eyes, they are just not used to seeing them. That's it, after all, it's not the first time they have met.

However, what is important is that the appearance and temperament of Feng Aotian and Ye Meixi have made the people look a little lost. Such two men with outstanding appearance are also rare to see.

The corners of Meteor's mouth curled slightly, and he followed Feng Aotian's side. He looked at the gazes of the passing people looking at Feng Aotian. He suddenly became unhappy. Suddenly, with an idea, he grabbed Feng Aotian's sleeves, milky milk Called, "Daddy, hug!"

Meteor's words have aroused the curiosity of the people even more, this...men and men...how can there be children?

Ye Meixi also had a meal. She lowered her head and looked at the meteor beside Feng Aotian, her lips curled up with a charming smile, "Why don't you let the second father hug you?"

Meteor opened a pair of innocent eyes, looked at Ye Meixi, and then at Feng Aotian's cold cold light. If so, let him hug him. The next second, the Holy Lord will definitely throw him out directly. He shook his head quickly, pulled Feng Aotian's sleeves, blinked his innocent eyes, and said pitifully, "I want Daddy to hug him."

Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, staring at the meteor, what the **** was this kid doing? She then raised her hand, wrapped her big arm, and hugged him in her arms, staring at him with cold eyes, "I'm not beaten, right?"

Meteor rolled her eyes roundly, pouting the corners of her mouth, and stroking, "Daddy, Xing'er is hungry. Daddy is eccentric. You can't just feed your second daddy and not feed Xing'er."

Although Tong Yan was unbridled, but the meaning of these words is really intriguing, a little bit of care, you can think about this matter, the people are even more focused on Ye Meixi.

Ye Meixi looked sideways, staring at the meteor, knowing his purpose, and quickly blushed, and then leaned in Feng Aotian's arms, "Master, is the slave still hungry?"

Feng Aotian stared at the big and small in front of him, and smiled again, "It's really a fairy who can't get enough to feed you, I will feed you immediately."

auzw.com said, she took Ye Meixi’s hand and walked forward until she reached the front of Furong Pavilion. She took his hand and walked in, coming and going. When the people saw this, they knew what they were doing when they went in, and couldn't help but exclaim.

Meteor looked at the opposite restaurant and kept drooling. He just did that, mainly to go to the opposite restaurant to have a good meal, but he didn't come here.

The old bustard of Furong Pavilion saw the visitor and hurriedly greeted him with a smile, leading Feng Aotian to the fourth floor, and then bowed and said, "The servant has seen the master."

Feng Aotian smiled and looked at the woman in front of him, and said with a smile, "Go and prepare meals for the Lord."

"The slave and maid will go here." The old bustard in front of him had learned of the master's coming earlier, and was prepared early in the morning.

Ye Meixi quickly leaned in Feng Aotian's arms, "Master, Meixi is really hungry."

Feng Aotian's eyes condensed, and the meteor slid down from Feng Aotian's arms. He quickly sat on one side and smiled flatteringly, "Holy Lord, the meteor is also hungry."

Feng Aotian gave a cold snort, then sat down, "Let's talk, what did Shi Cai see?"

Meteor sighed faintly, knowing that he couldn't hide it from her, and then said, "Seeing a person following, and, looking at the Holy Master's eyes, there is a murderous intent."

Ye Meixi also got the stare's eyes, and then catered to the act. However, looking at Feng Aotian's gloomy face, he quickly leaned in her arms, "Master, are you angry?"

Feng Aotian's mouth twitched slightly, but her eyes were still full of anger. Obviously, she was angry now, then raised her eyes and looked at Ye Meixi, "Bring people in."

"Yes." The old bustard Qiuju answered, and immediately led a person in and threw it on the ground. Obviously, that person had been beaten to the point of breathing.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes slightly and looked at him, "Master has been too gentle recently."

The man raised his eyes and looked handsome, but the hatred in those eyes remained undiminished. He stared at Feng Aotian, as if to shred her body into pieces.

Meteor looked at the person in front of him, then looked at Feng Aotian, and sighed quietly, knowing that this person would definitely end badly.

Feng Aotian looked sideways, looking at Ye Meixi, "Who is he?"

Ye Meixi waited to see the person in front of her clearly, with a hint of doubt in her eyes, and then looked at Feng Aotian, "Master, this person is a special envoy to return to China."

"What do you do with your master?" Feng Aotian said in a deep voice. She came to Wuyue Country. Except for the people in front of her, no one else knew why the envoy who returned to China had to follow her. Moreover, those eyes clearly hated her. Into the bone.

"I'm going to kill you." The man in front of him braced his hands forcibly, then got up and rushed towards her.

Feng Aotian sneered, and then said, "Do you know who the Lord is?"

"You are turned to ashes, and I recognize you." The envoy growled.

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, "Well, let's just listen."

The man raised his head and stared at Feng Aotian.

Ye Meixi stared at him, "Miemen? Don't forget, you are a special envoy to return to China, not from Fengqi."

Feng Aotian looked at the person in front of him carefully, and felt that he was a little familiar, then raised his eyes and looked at him, "What is the relationship between you and Tsing Yi?"

"Who is Tsing Yi?" The man sneered coldly. "Today, it falls into your hands. If you want to kill you, you have to ask for it. However, even if I turn into a ghost, I will seek revenge from you."

"There are not thousands of people killed by the master, but tens of thousands. If everything turns into a ghost, wouldn't the master die thousands of times?" Feng Aotian sneered, then looked at Qiu Ju behind him, "Jiang Bring the portrait of Tsing Yi."

Qiu Ju was startled, which Tsing Yi was thinking about?

A black shadow fell, and the soul handed the scroll in his hand to Feng Aotian. Feng Aotian raised his hand, unfolded the portrait, placed it in front of the person in front of him, and then said, "What does he have to do with you?"

The envoy stared at the person on the portrait, suddenly startled, and quickly lowered his head and said, "I don't know what you said?"

The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth twitched slightly, "Really?"

The envoy pretended to be calm, raised his eyes, looked at Feng Aotian, then closed his eyes, vomiting blood, and died.

Feng Aotian's eyes sank, looking at the person in front of him, Qiu Ju stepped forward and probed her breath, "Master, bite your tongue and commit suicide."

Ye Meixi took the picture scroll in Feng Aotian's hand, looked at the person in the painting, somewhat familiar, and then looked at Feng Aotian, "Master, this person is handsome."

Feng Aotian restrained his emotions, waved his hand, "lift it down."

"Yes." Qiu Ju took the order and carried him down.

She took Ye Meixi into her arms, bowed her head, stared at him, and threw the portrait in his hand aside, "Not as good as you."

Ye Meixi smiled lightly and leaned in her arms, "Master, this person must have a connection with this envoy."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian's eyes flashed faintly, and he stopped talking.

Meteor watched Qiu Ju walk in with the meal, and instantly, his dim eyes glowed brightly.

When Feng Aotian saw him like this, he began to smile a little, and then looked at Ye Meixi, "Ma Minger, the man who returned from the south, has arrived. Since he is not obedient, what is the use of this special envoy in the capital? "

"What do you mean?" Ye Meixi held up his chopsticks and arranged dishes for her.

"Now that the grass has been stunned, they will definitely try to escape. Or, when they come, they have already planted people here. If this is the case, they will kill them. Without leaving one, they will take their corpses to the northern border and let Go back to China and take a look." Feng Aotian said solemnly.

Ye Meixi hurriedly responded, thinking, so, it was a shock, and it also let Nan Huiguo know that Wu Yueguo was not good to bully.

Meteor took the chopsticks and gobbled it up. When he was full, he put down the bowl and chopsticks, felt his stomach contentedly, and hiccuped comfortably.

Feng Aotian looked sideways and stared at him, "Little devil, I have something for you to do."

Meteor squinted his eyes with enjoyment. Now, when he heard Feng Aotian's instructions, he quickly opened his eyes and stared at Feng Aotian, with a bright light.

"I heard that the Emperor Nanhuiguo liked women with beautiful long hair the most. Therefore, all his concubines in his palace had beautiful hair. If so, he would wake up overnight and look at his concubine in his palace. The concubine is bald, this scene must be very spectacular." Feng Aotian narrowed his eyes and smiled deeply.

"Puff..." Ye Meixi was drinking tea, listening to Feng Aotian's words, couldn't help but squirt out, raised her eyes, and looked at her, "Master, when do you like pranks too?"

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and said casually, "Master is a bit boring."

Ye Meixi's mouth twitched, leaning against Feng Aotian's arms, she was not bored, but angry, "Master, that Tsing Yi has something to do with Nan Hui Guo?"

Feng Aotian's eyes were cold, and then said, "What? Do you want to become bald?"

Ye Meixi was startled, hugged Feng Aotian tightly, shook his head and said, "Don't Meixi."

"If you make your master unhappy, your master will not only shave your head, but also bring you..." Feng Aotian lowered his eyes, looked down, and said in a low voice.

Ye Meixi had a hurried meal, then moved her robe, covered her legs, nestled in Feng Aotian's arms, "Meixi never made her angry."

Hearing Feng Aotian's mission, Meteor fainted immediately, got off the chair and knelt at Feng Aotian's feet, hugging her thigh, "Holy Lord, don't you want Meteor's life?"

Feng Aotian looked down, "Aren't you very capable?"

Meteor hurriedly squeezed out a few tears, "Holy Lord, this palace is heavily guarded, Meteor is a small body, even if they enter, it is impossible to shave their hair overnight."

Feng Aotian snorted coldly, "Master knows that you have this ability."

Meteor complained a lot, I knew it, I shouldn't make her angry just now. Isn't this self-inflicted and cannot live? Thinking of the concubines Nan returned to China, what he had to do was calm, not to mention that he could do it, but it was done, and he was half tired.

Feng Aotian looked at him with this dying look, "The people who returned to China from the South tomorrow will arrive at the border. Depending on your ability, the Lord will be able to hear the news tomorrow morning."

Meteor sobbed a few times. Seeing that it was useless, I could only bite the bullet, got up, and replied dejectedly, "Holy Lord, Meteor must be done."

As he said, he bowed his head and walked out. From a distance, the little figure looked abnormally declining.

Ye Meixi raised her eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, thinking that this little devil really had the ability to shave the hair of the concubine in the palace overnight?

"Master, I heard that Nan returned to China but loved beauty. Although his harem did not have three thousand beauties, five or six hundred still existed. This night..." Ye Meixi couldn't imagine.

Feng Aotian raised his hand and stroked his chest with his fingertips, "Why do you go?"

Ye Meixi felt trembling all over, let him go? Isn't that a dead end? He raised his eyes, looked at Feng Aotian, pursing his delicate lips, "Master, Meixi is joking."

Feng Aotian responded slightly, then raised his hand, dragged him into his arms, lowered his head, kissed his delicate lips, biting.

Ye Meixi lowered his eyes and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth. He was thinking, if so, it would be great to be able to do this with her day after day.

Wuyue Kingdom, after the last prince's rebellion, followed by the southern riots, not long before, the peaceful Shengdu once again ushered in a **** wind.

Two hours later, all the envoys who had returned from Nan to Shengdu were killed in the hall of Shengdu, and their bodies swaggered through the city and circled in Shengdu. The people immediately knew that Nan returned to China. A large army was sent, and the inevitable war between the two countries was about to happen. However, the people were beheaded by the emperor’s special envoy for returning to the south without any panic, because they believed that their new emperor Will definitely defeat Nan Hui Guo.

At this time, Feng Aotian embraced Ye Meixi, sitting on the open-air blue platform of Furong Pavilion, listening to the noise coming from his ears, thinking about the time alone.

And Wei Zimo, who was heading to Yuluo, was lying in a special luxury carriage at the moment, looking at the letter paper in his hand, his cold eyes flashed with sadness. He didn't know why the Imperial Brotherhood had responded to Feng Aotian’s request. And let him go and kiss? Could it be that the emperor brother intends to give up his chess piece and return him free? However, this idea can only be said that he is whimsical and according to the emperor's temperament, even if he is frustrated and ashes, it is impossible to let him go. Then, what is the purpose of the emperor's move? Thinking of Feng Aotian, there was a trace of complexity in his heart, and a trace of entanglement. For some reason, there was still a bit of expectation. He raised his hand, held his forehead, and rubbed his eyebrows, as if he wanted to dispel the boredom. Go, Wei Zimo, Wei Zimo, you have the wealth of the entire continent, so what can you do? Your destiny has never been in your own hands. A mocking smile evoked from the corner of his mouth, and he leaned weakly in the carriage, letting the dull sound of the wheels sound in his ears...

Xing Wuyun, who took the brigade to Fengqi State, was sitting comfortably in the carriage and drinking wine. Suddenly heard the sound of horses hoofs from far and near outside, he heard a general replied from the carriage, "His Royal Highness, A woman begged to see you!"

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