This Lord is Too Cruel

Seeing that Feng Aotian still remembers what happened at Shicai, Mu Hanyao suddenly looked cold, turned his head, avoiding her close lips, "The Regent, you are talking about the future, that doesn't count."

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and said solemnly, "Are you questioning what the king said?"

"The regent's words are nine-legged, how can the minister question it?" Mu Hanyao said, while moving his body slightly to the side, keeping a certain distance from her.

"If you don't laugh at your master, you won't say anything." Feng Aotian got up angrily, turned around, and walked towards the bed.

Mu Hanyao turned his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian's leisurely back in his normal clothes. He pondered for a moment. If this natural danger can be breached, it will undoubtedly completely separate the border between Feng State and Qi State, even if Qi State re-emerges in the future. They will not have any worries.

His father, as well as Qianye's father, Marshal Leng, both died in this natural danger one after another, but he and Qianye have been looking for ways to overcome them, but they have failed to date.

Two years ago, he was exiled to a quarry, but not long after Chiba, he was recalled to Beijing by the regent. He never returned. Now when he thinks about it, he can’t help but speak, “The regent, the minister has something unknown. Can tell."

Feng Aotian sat on the bed leisurely, looking directly at Mu Hanyao, "What's unclear?"

"I don't know where Leng Qianye is now?" Mu Hanyao asked directly without evasiveness.

Feng Aotian's eyes sank, Leng Qianye? The name is very familiar. She narrowed her phoenix eyes and remembered the Marshal Leng and General Leng that Li Su said yesterday. This Leng Qianye is the General Leng in his mouth.

At that time, Marshal Mu died on the battlefield when Mu Hanyao was young. Later, the Mu's army was led by Marshal Leng. A few years ago, he also died in battle. Later, Leng Qianye fought for his father and went to the barracks. Hanyao guards the border together, Leng Qianye is good at arranging troops, and Mu Hanyao is good at using troops, so that the two of them have a skill and a weapon, but they are also very cooperative.

The figure of Leng Qianye could not help but appeared in Feng Aotian's mind. A man with such a temperament could become a general who kills and decisively, but it made Feng Aotian feel a little curious. However, now Leng Qianye is locked in Inside the dungeon of the Regent Palace, after she returns to Beijing, Chiba will really be cold.

"He is in this palace." Feng Aotian replied without hiding, "Do you want to see him?"

"If he comes, it will be a great help from the minister." Mu Hanyao replied in a low voice.

Feng Aotian sneered, reclining and lying on the couch, waist-length hair scattered in front of him like a waterfall, "After the king returns to Beijing, we will discuss this matter."

Hearing what Feng Aotian said, Mu Hanyao didn't want to let anyone go, and then he stopped asking more questions, and continued to desk, thinking of ways to break through.

Feng Aotian ignored it. He lay down, closed his eyes and rested, but he was thinking about the way back to Beijing. Father Feng was in the regent’s mansion, and there was no news of any change. This seemed too calm. The more so, the more so. It shows that changes have quietly occurred in the capital.

Until dawn, Mu Hanyao was still trying to break through, but found nothing.

Feng Aotian got up and walked to the bookcase, naturally raising his hand to stroke Mu Hanyao's hair. He seemed to be aware of it, and he avoided it early, causing her to rush for nothing, she put her hand away indifferently, thinking This has been her habit for many years.

She was born in a pack of wolves since she was a child. At that time, the wolf leader and the she-wolf who fed her would always stroke her head to comfort and encourage her. Therefore, she has maintained this habit over the years. It will be the same for my own people.

"The king will return to Beijing tomorrow. You only have one day, so you have to think about it." Feng Aotian stood with his hands behind his hands, a look of evil charm flashed across his handsome face.

Mu Hanyao was silent for a moment, and quickly got up from the chair, bowed his head and said, "Please also express the regent."

auzw.com "Laugh to the Lord." Feng Aotian said nonchalantly.

Mu Hanyao's heart sank, raised his eyes, and stared at her. After brewing for a long time, there was no smile on his stern face. The corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, and he closed it before pulling it apart.

Feng Aotian looked at Mu Hanyao's tangled expression and sighed helplessly. Is it so difficult for him to laugh? Is she so scary? Will he die if he laughs?

Her eyes darkened, "You can laugh at the horse, but you can't laugh at the king." Raising her hand, pointing to the topographic map, "Retreat as an advance, darken the warehouse."

Mu Hanyao followed the mark pointed to by Feng Aotian, carefully pondering the meaning of her words, his deep pupils were filled with bright light, he raised his eyes, and looked at her like a powerful initiation, "The minister, thanks the regent for guidance."

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"Prince, I will arrive in Kyoto when I am half a stick of incense." Si Xi walked on the side of the imperial court, surrounded by guards in front and back. Thinking of the dangers of the road, Si Xi still squeezed a cold sweat.

"Well, go directly to the mansion." Feng Aotian sat in the emperor's court in his spare time, thinking about returning to Beijing from the border. This trip was a whole month, during which there were ten large-scale assassinations, small-scale assassinations. There are also a dozen times.

The reason why she chose to return to Beijing with such a big fanfare was to know the danger she was in now, and how many of the assassinations were made by the capital.

Upstairs in the east city of Kyoto, a bright yellow immature figure stood with his hand in full majesty. It seemed that he was only seven or eight years old, but his tender face was full of breathtaking majesty.

Si Xi had known earlier that the emperor would personally come to greet him, but now that the regent did not speak, the emperor still moved forward.

"Lord, the emperor personally welcomes you into the city, you..." Si Xi raised his eyes, looked at the guards on both sides of the city gate, and asked in a low voice.

"Return to the mansion." Feng Aotian said solemnly, a coldness evoked at the corner of his mouth. This little emperor's methods should not be underestimated.

"Yes." Si Xi replied, motioning the emperor to move on.

As soon as the emperor entered the gate, he saw that the little emperor in bright yellow was already standing at the gate.

There were also hundreds of officials of the Manchu dynasty, civil and military, who greeted her, all kneeling on the ground, "For ministers, see the regent, Chitose Chitose Chitose!"

"Uncle Emperor, I have worked hard all the way, I learned that you are back to Beijing, and I came here to welcome you." A young but calm voice sounded, and I saw that the little emperor was already walking towards the emperor with a friendly smile.

Feng Aotian always sat inside the emperor's house, his mouth angled slightly, "I'm worried about the emperor, I'm so tired, and now I'm a little tired, I will return to the house to rest."

He didn't give a shit, and he didn't even perform the most basic courtesy of the emperor. The low voice came from the imperial house, and the imperial house continued to move forward despite the fact that the little emperor was in front of the imperial house.

"In this way, the emperor will be able to return to the mansion to rest." The little emperor was not annoyed, and said with great care, he turned around, automatically cleared the way, and let the regent's imperial imperial move forward.

When the officials saw this, they had their own thoughts and knew well. The regent had never put the emperor in his eyes, and everyone did not dare to say anything. They knelt to one side until the regent’s imperial nominee left and raised his eyes. But saw the emperor standing solemnly in place.

The little emperor watched the regent leave with a smile, then turned around and sat down with the dragon, the smile on the corner of his mouth had disappeared, and a ruthless flash in his eyes, he drove back to the palace.

----A digression-Thank you for your support, me!