This Lord is Too Cruel

Feng Aotian stuffed his mouthwash cup into Xing Wuyun's arms and looked at Mrs. Mao, "Suitable, running fast?"

Father Cat lowered his head, twisted the silk kerchief with his hands, slowly approached her, then leaned in Feng Aotian's arms, and said softly, "Master, the slave is wrong."

Feng Aotian snorted coldly, "Don't think that, I can spare you."

Father Cat raised his eyes, hooked her neck with both hands, exhaled like blue, and his voice became more and more numb, "The slave will be punished by the master."

Standing on one side, Xing Wuyun listened to the coquettish voice of Mr. Cat, and he remembered Ye Meixi. These two people, their charming skills, definitely fight together.

He couldn't help shaking his shoulders, then turned around and sat on the soft couch. What happened early in the morning?

Feng Aotian was also numb when he was provoked by Father Cat's sudden move, and the hand around his waist was squeezed fiercely, "Go wash the smell of your body."

Father Cat raised his eyes, looked at Feng Aotian, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly, knowing that she was relieved, and quickly laughed, "The slave will go and wash it up."

Feng Aotian watched him turn his head into the inner hall one step at a time, unavoidably holding his forehead looking at the sky with a headache, then turned his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyunzheng as he was watching a good show.

She stepped forward and sat beside him, "Is it funny?"

"Yeah." Xing Wuyun has never shy away from it and responded honestly.

Feng Aotian's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, "It seems that you are going out for a trip, and now you are more and more not afraid of your master?"

Xing Wuyun smiled evilly, poured the tea, and handed it to her, "Fear, of course the minister is afraid, but there is one more important than being afraid."

Feng Aotian knew what he wanted to say, took the tea cup, took a sip, and put it on the side. Xing Wuyun took it and took a sip along the edge where she had just drunk. It was really fragrant.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Master's saliva is so good?"

Xing Wuyun was noncommittal. He always didn't like drinking tea, but, unfortunately, the cup she touched, he found it sweet, maybe, this is the wonderful fate between him and her.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes, looked at Xing Wuyun thoughtfully, curled his lips and smiled.

The soul immediately fell, standing beside Feng Aotian, "Master, Concubine Lan fell in love last night."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian reduced his smile, his eyes faintly, "Who?"

"Neshangmen." The soul replied, and handed her the token in his hand, "This is the token for the neoshangmen."

Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at Xing Wuyun, "It is rumored that the master of Wuxiemen and Nishangmen have been married since childhood?"

Xing Wuyun raised his eyebrows and looked at her, "Why did the emperor look at the minister with such weird eyes?"

"The master of Wuxiemen, Nishangmen is now looking for the door, isn't it for you?" Feng Aotian looked at Xing Wuyun, his tone was cold.

Xing Wuyun can't help but feel a headache, she knows all these things? This marriage contract between Wuxiemen and Nishangmen was just a joke from the front door master. If she hadn't mentioned it, he would have forgotten it.

Feng Aotian looked at Xing Wuyun, "You don't live up to your reputation for being romantic, and you provoke your father everywhere."

Xing Wuyun looked at her, "The minister immediately issued a report and broke the marriage contract."

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

Xing Wuyun thought, he had never seen the master of the Nishang Gate, and his whereabouts were mysterious, how could this Nishang Gate meet him?

He looked at Feng Aotian, "The emperor, who is the master of this neon clothes door?"

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, and threw the token in his hand to him, "You don't care who she is. If you don't do this to the master, you will go back."

Xing Wuyun asked the corners of his mouth, didn't he ask? He lowered his head, looked at the token, and waved his hand lightly, the token turned into powder, and then he got up and left in a stride.

Feng Aotian looked at the back of him leaving, then looked at the soul, "The Lord really underestimated Lu Yunxiu, but he didn't expect that she turned out to be the master of the neon clothes door."

The soul thought that if the master hadn't sent Concubine Lan to report the letter and let Lu Yunxiu underestimate the enemy, now, I am afraid that the forces behind Lu Yunxiu would not be involved.

After the cat took a bath, he changed into a clean navy blue official gown and walked out slowly. Because he hadn't applied the powder, his beautiful face was reflected in Feng Aotian's eyes.

The soul has never seen the real face under the thick white powder of the cat. Now, when he sees it, it can’t help flashing a touch of surprise, thinking about the appearance of the cat, compared with the men beside the master, but Not inferior.

Xing Wuyun also went and returned at this time. He stepped forward and looked at Feng Aotian, just about to speak. When he saw Mr. Cat, he was stunned for a moment. Is this really Mr. Cat?

The beautiful face, the willow eyebrows more beautiful than women, the slender eyes are filled with a mist, the red lips and the teeth are white, and there is a coquettish smile, the enchanting posture, even a man will look like What about women?

Feng Aotian coughed a few times, took a step forward, and dragged Father Cat into his arms, pressed his face against his chest, looked at the soul, "Get out."

"Yes." The soul quickly regained consciousness and then retreated.

Xing Wuyun wanted to say something, and when he saw Feng Aotian being so protective, the corner of his mouth curled, and he sat there.

Feng Aotian lowered his head and looked at the face of the cat's father-in-law that has been harmful for thousands of years.

Father Cat blinked his eyes and looked at her, "Master, isn't it good for a slave to be like this?"

"Not good." Feng Aotian said firmly, "Your face is too miserable, I don't want others to see it."

Listening to Feng Aotian's words, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he quickly left from her arms, he wanted to step out of the imperial palace.

"Stop." Feng Aotian said solemnly.

The cat turned his eyes and looked at her, "Master, what's the matter?"

Feng Aotian frowned, "Are you planning to go out like this?"

"Oh." Father Cat lowered his eyes, turned around, and walked towards the inner hall. When he came out, he was wearing a veil on his face, and his brows and eyes were enchanting and cold.

Xing Wuyun looked at Father Cat with such an attitude, especially when he was wearing the veil, he couldn't help but think of another person, and he couldn't help but slander.

When Father Cat left, Feng Aotian walked to his side and looked at him thoughtfully, "What are you thinking?"

"The emperor, don't you think that the cat is like a person wearing a veil?" Xing Wuyun asked when looking at Feng Aotian.

When Feng Aotian saw the cat wearing the veil, he also had doubts in his heart, and looked at him, "Master will find out about this matter."

"Yeah." Xing Wuyun suddenly took her into his arms. "The emperor, the minister has already issued a notice."

Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at him, "Really obedient."

Xing Wuyun hugged her tightly, there is nothing he can lose in this world, except for her, as for the neon dress door, he will never let it go.

Lan Jingshu finally rushed to Qicheng in the early morning. When he walked to the military camp ten miles away from Qicheng, Mu Hanyao and Leng Qianye were obviously surprised.

When he got off the horse, he didn't care to breathe, and walked up to Leng Qianye, "Chiba, you clean up, hurry back to Beijing with me."

Looking at Lan Jing's dignified writing, Leng Qianye knew that something had happened in Beijing. His first thought was to worry about whether something happened to Feng Aotian.

He raised his hand and held Lan Jingshu's somewhat tired body, "Something happened to the emperor?"

His words hurriedly attracted Jin Yao and Xue Ke not far away, and Mu Hanyao stared at him coldly.

Lan Jingshu shook his head, "It's not the emperor, it's your sister. She is dead now and is waiting for you to save her life."

Leng Qianye was stunned again. When he heard that it was not the emperor, he breathed a sigh of relief, but when he heard that it was Leng Peihan, his heart tightened, "What happened to Peihan?"

"This matter is a long story, and now the situation is critical, you hurry with me." Lan Jingshu urged Leng Qianye's arm and grabbed it.

"Okay, but if you are like this, you won't be able to last long even if you are on the road now." Leng Qianye calmed down and said while looking at Lan Jingshu.

"Then I will take a rest first, and you should prepare first." Lan Jingshu also felt that he needed a rest. If so, what happened on the way, wouldn't it be a delay.

Mu Hanyao helped him walk into the camp, Jin Yao and Xue Ke glanced at each other, "General Leng, go ahead, there is a terminal here."

"Yeah." Leng Qianye nodded, then turned around, and walked to his own camp to prepare.

Mu Hanyao and Lan Jingshu entered the camp. He poured water and handed it to Lan Jingshu, "Go and prepare some food."

"Yes." The soldier outside the door took the order and went to prepare.

Jin Yao and Xue Ke stepped into the camp, looked at Lan Jing's book, and then sat down, "Lan Xiang, has something major happened in Beijing?"

Xue Ke couldn't help asking. After all, she hadn't received anything from Jingzhong in the past two days, but Lan Jingshu had come all the way, which really made her worry.

Lan Jingshu drank abruptly, took a breath, looked at Mu Hanyao, and then at Xueke and Jinyao, "There is indeed a major incident in Beijing. In the past few days, there have been repeated incidents of baby girls being stolen in Beijing. Later, it was discovered that Leng Peihan was responsible, but Leng Peihan was controlled by evil spirits. Yesterday, the emperor went to track down the murderer and found that Leng Peihan committed suicide in Leng Mansion. Now, only Brother Qianye can save him. she was."

"Evil?" Xue Ke looked at him puzzledly and asked.

"I heard that the spirit race has evil spirits and needs to absorb the essence of female infants to cultivate spiritual energy. Generally speaking, I only know these." Lan Jingshu looked at Xue Ke and Jin Yao, thinking about them both naturally understand.

Jin Yao pondered for a moment and looked at Lan Jingshu, "Then why hasn't the emperor passed any news in these two days?"

"Well, in the past few days, the emperor has been chasing down evil people while working on national affairs. Xing Wuyun was seriously injured and had just returned to Beijing. The third prince will arrive in Beijing in a few days. The emperor is too busy." Lan Jingshu Although I don't know why the emperor didn't pass the news, he knew only this.

Mu Hanyao was silent for a moment, then looked at Lan Jingshu, "Is the emperor very tired?"

"The emperor looks tired these few days." Lan Jingshu can feel her tiredness these few days, but he doesn't know how to help her.

Mu Hanyao constricted his eyes, he wanted to go back to Beijing now to see her.

Lan Jingshu raised his eyes and looked at Mu Hanyao, "The emperor will come after the Beijing-China affairs are done."

Mu Hanyao lowered his eyes and responded in a low voice, "Yes."

Jin Yao and Xue Ke took a look at each other. According to Lan Jingshu, they could naturally guess seven or eight points. It seems that the matter in Beijing is far less simple than what Lan Jingshu said. .

After a while, the soldier walked in with the food, Lan Jingshu got up, and after a brief wash, he sat down, Leng Qianye was also ready and walked in.

A group of people sat together, and after they used it, Lan Jingshu and Leng Qianye took "Aoxue" and left.

Mu Hanyao stopped for a long time watching their leaving figure.

Xue Ke looked at Jin Yao, "I'm afraid that this Jingzhong will be unstable again."

"Yeah." Jin Yao nodded, "It's good for you and I to guard Qicheng."

"Yes." Xue Ke nodded. It seemed that she needed to postpone her return to Xuanmo Country. She turned her eyes and looked at Chu Lingtian.

Chu Lingtian shook her hand, "It doesn't matter, I'll be with you."

Xue Ke leaned in his arms, "Thank you."

Chu Lingtian stroked her ink hair, "Fool."

Jin Yao looked at the two people in front of him with a smile of relief on the corners of his mouth, then looked at Mu Hanyao, he had turned around solemnly and entered the camp.

Early in the morning, Lu Yunxiu left the capital in a carriage and slowly rushed towards Le Qiguo under the guard of Feng Qiguo.

The meteor followed closely, following the carriage in front of him.

In the palace, Mr. Cat has returned to his original appearance, standing beside Feng Aotian, looking at her, "Master, don't you say that this evil person is not Lu Yunxiu?"

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Even if it isn't, the matter of daring to drink cat feces can't get rid of her."

Father Cat listened to Feng Aotian's words and hurriedly tugged at her sleeves, "Master, in the future, I will never raise cats again."

Feng Aotian raised his hand and raised the blue silk on his chest, "Your decoction always reminds the Lord of today, what do you say?"

The cat father-in-law thought about it early in the morning, and quickly smiled, "Master, don't worry, the slave has already thought of a way."

"What way?" Feng Aotian looked at him and asked in a low voice.

"Master, the minion added a tonic to the decoction, turning the color of the decoction into a pale color." The cat replied with a smile.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Well, that's fine."

Xing Wuyun leaned on one side, looking at Feng Aotian, shaking his head inevitably, counting the time, "My lord, how long will you drink the decoction?"

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Nothing left until the day Wei Zimo arrived in Beijing."

Xing Wuyun raised her eyebrows, her peachy eyes were even more breathtaking, and looked at her, "The emperor, are you drinking medicines that are good for business?"

Feng Aotian's eyes sank and looked at him, "That's a good guess."

Xing Wuyun thought, could it be that she was waiting to use it for the wedding to talk to Wei Zimo?

He quickly got up and stood in front of her, "No."

Feng Aotian looked at him, "What can't you do?"

"You can't hang out with Wei Zimo. At the very least, you can't talk with him before you talk to the minister." Xing Wuyun felt that everything came first and then arrived. How could he let Wei Zimo get on board first?

Feng Aotian twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at him, "What's wrong, I like it."

Xing Wuyun's eyes shot out dissatisfaction, then he stepped up and walked out.

Feng Aotian looked at his angry look, smiled deeply, and then said in a deep voice, "How can he learn your temper tricks now?"

Grandpa Cat shook his head quickly and said, "Master, he was off by you, what's the matter with Guan Min?"

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Feng Aotian raised his hand and patted his head, "If it's really coming to Kuishui that day, wouldn't he be discovered by him?"

Father Cat hurriedly approached Feng Aotian's ear, "Master, don't worry, anyway, when the time comes, it will all be red, invisible."

Feng Aotian looked at him, "That's also just in case, let the master be late."

Besides, according to Wei Zimo's temper, he will be surprised when he can see her.

Father Cat pursed his mouth, "Master, this is a bit embarrassing. The minion can only let it advance, but can't postpone it. If it is postponed, can you keep up with the day?"

Feng Aotian nodded and looked at him, "Is it only two days late?"

"Yeah." Father Cat counted the days, but there were still six days left.

Xing Wuyun stepped out of the imperial palace, walked on the corridor, facing the wind, raised his eyes, looked at the empty hall in front of him, couldn't help but shook his head and laughed, how can he be more careless nowadays, not to mention, Feng Aotian wants to be the king If Wei Zimo is forced to bow, then Wei Zimo must follow. Obviously, with Wei Zimo's temper, he will definitely not give in. Then, what is he angry about?

Could it be that in the past few days, she has been so spoiled by her that her mind has become smaller and smaller? He shook his head amusedly, raised his steps, walked far away, and went straight into the courtyard. When he saw Father Jiu, he quickly piled up his self-confident smile, "Master, here comes the disciple."

Duke Jiu raised his eyes and looked at him, "Go to the wine jar."

Xing Wuyun still smiled, nodded in response, and then sat on one side, holding the wine jar, brushing skillfully.

Gu Yefeng didn't see Lan Jingshu early in the morning, so he had something to do, so he went to the Emperor's Bedroom with Yi Mu.

Feng Aotian was talking about Kuishui with Father Cat, when she saw the two walking from a distance, her mouth twitched, "You said, if you let them know that the Lord is a woman, would you be scared to death?"

Father Cat looked at her, "The minion doesn't know."

The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth raised a sly, "Master thinks it's pretty good now."

Father Cat grabbed Feng Aotian's sleeves and agreed with a smile, "The minion thinks it's good now."

Inside, Gu Yefeng and Yi Mu bowed and saluted, "The minister sees the emperor!"

Feng Aotian looked at the two, and then at Yi Mu, "Is your body better?"

"The minister is fine." Yi Mu replied faintly, looking down.

Feng Aotian nodded and said, stepping forward, looking at Gu Yefeng, thinking, that day, she gave Xing Wuyun vomited blood to Father Jiu, but now, it has not been found out what poison is in him.

"Does your leg feel uncomfortable these few days?" Feng Aotian squatted halfway in front of him, pressed his leg and asked in a low voice.

Gu Yefeng looked down, as if already used to her actions like this, shook his head and said, "Since that day, I haven't felt anything."

Feng Aotian got up and pushed him forward, "It doesn't matter, I will find out the root cause."

"Yeah." Gu Yefeng raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian. His biggest wish in his life was to stand up. Now, she gave him hope.

Yi Mu kept his head down and followed him without saying a word.

Father Cat looked at Yi Mu like this, with a meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth, and looked at Feng Aotian, "Master, is the memorial review here?"

Feng Aotian nodded and said, "Well, Jing Shu is not there, but things still have to be processed."

"Yes, the minion ordered people to move in." Mr. Cat responded and turned to leave.

Feng Aotian helped Gu Yefeng sit on the soft couch. Yi Mu was also sitting on one side. Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Yi Mu. He was a little curious. Every time he saw her, he was so plain and silent. language.

Gu Yefeng raised his eyes and watched Feng Aotian staring at Yi Mu. The corner of his mouth twitched, "The emperor, what are you looking at?"

Feng Aotian retracted his gaze and looked at Gu Yefeng, "Naturally, I look at beautiful women."

Gu Yefeng said in a loud voice, "Yes, weak beauties are even more pitiful, and the posture of a willow like a minister is naturally to be abandoned."

Feng Aotian listened to his weird yin and yang words, thinking, these one by one, now, how can it be so jealous?

She just looked at others more, so he did?

Yi Mu stayed silent, and read the memorials indifferently, completely deaf to Gu Yefeng's words.

Gu Yefeng shook Feng Aotian's hand, "The emperor, the minister is wrong?"

Feng Aotian nodded, "Well, that's wrong, when did the Lord abandon you?"

"It's only a matter of time before you have a temper and looks like a minister. Since ancient times, emperors have always liked the new and disliked the old." Gu Yefeng said, letting go of her hand, bowing her head, and flipping through the memorial.

Feng Aotian's mouth twitched. When did she like the new and dislike the old?

She also no longer spoke, but bowed her head, flipping through the memorial, and for a while, the study was silent.

Until noon, Xing Wuyun glanced at Leng Peihan in the house, and after bidding farewell to the wine father, he walked to the Emperor's bedroom, and just after entering, he felt a strange atmosphere.

He walked to the door of the study, looking at the father-in-law waiting on one side, and then at Gu Yefeng and Yi Mu who were sitting on the soft couch and reading the memorials, with his hands around his chest, leaning against the door, staring at Feng Aotian. Watching from the upright back.

Father Cat naturally saw Xing Wuyun, but now, at this time, it is better not to disturb the master.

Things in the court are now on the right track. There is no too much complexity, everything is very proper, and the memorials in front of me are quickly reviewed. Xing Wuyun looked at it like this. After half an hour, Feng Aotian will send the last one. After the memorial, he turned around and looked at Xing Wuyun, "Isn't it tired to stand?"

"Suitable only to brush the jar and sit all the time. Now, I just have a rest." Xing Wuyun said it for granted.

Feng Aotian smiled and got down on the soft couch and hugged Gu Yefeng down. In front of everyone, he lightly pecked the corner of his lips, and said in a low voice, "I don't like the old and the new."

Gu Yefeng felt that Feng Aotian would really hold grudges, and Shicai just said casually, and she remembered that now, she was proving to him that if what he said was imitated before, would it be a rebellion? Now, is she punishing him?

Xing Wuyun turned around leisurely, stepped onto the soft couch in the main hall, sat down at will, holding a tea cup, and sipping tea.

Feng Aotian put Gu Yefeng on the wheelchair and pushed him out of the study. Yi Mu and Mr. Mao followed behind.

Gu Yefeng looked at Xing Wuyun, wanting to be angry with Feng Aotian, "It seems that the emperor likes the old and dislikes the new."

Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and looked at Gu Yefeng. He didn't know where he was getting angry now. A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Don't you know Brother Gu, the emperor has always been like this."

Feng Aotian looked at the two people in front of him, they were very violent, and then stepped forward, sat on the soft couch, and handed the tea cup to Gu Yefeng, "It seems that the master is too arrogant to wait for you."

Gu Yefeng took the tea cup in Feng Aotian's hand, but did not reply. Instead, tasting the tea by himself, he suddenly felt that the frustration in his heart had been completely relieved in the past few days.

Yi Mu stood on one side, he knew Gu Yefeng’s unhappiness, even though his heart was full of Feng Aotian now, but seeing the people of all kinds of generations around her appearing with endless levels, he felt uncomfortable. It is inevitable.

Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, "The emperor, the minister is hungry."

Feng Aotian smiled and looked at him, "You look more like a shooting star now."

Xing Wuyun raised his hand and moved his fingertips across the edge of the tea cup, "Suitable, doesn't the emperor still say that the minister is like a cat?"

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, "Well, you are the most varied."

"Thank you, the emperor for the compliment." Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian with a happy smile.

Gu Yefeng put down the tea cup in his hand and looked at Feng Aotian, "The emperor, the minister is also hungry."

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Father Cat, "Go and prepare lunch."

"Yes." Mr. Cat looked at the two people in front of him, with a deeper smile at the corners of his mouth. He liked watching the show the most, especially the scene in front of him.

Leng Qianye and Lan Jingshu rushed non-stop, without a moment of rest, until late at night, they finally arrived in the capital and reached the palace.

Feng Aotian was sitting in the emperor's sleeping hall, with Xing Wuyun, Gu Yefeng, Yi Mu, and Father Cat accompanied by him, but it was not boring. This afternoon, I heard Gu Yefeng and Xing Wuyun compete.

She stepped up and watched "Aoxue" stop outside the hall, Lan Jingshu and Leng Qianye turned over and got off their horses, with a small smile on her mouth, standing in place, waiting for the two to slowly approach her.

Lan Jingshu and Leng Qianye bowed and said, "The minister sees the emperor!"

Feng Aotian raised his hand, "I'll be fine when I come back."

Leng Qianye raised his eyes and looked at her, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, "My lord, how are you?"

Feng Aotian shook his hand and whispered, "How about you?"

"Yeah." Leng Qianye nodded. Now, seeing her is better than anything else.

Because Lan Jingshu didn't have martial arts, he was naturally inferior to Chiba, and finally couldn't hold it back. When he fell, he fainted.

Feng Aotian hurriedly stretched out his hand, took him into his arms, and turned around to enter the imperial palace.

Leng Qianye followed closely and entered the imperial palace, and saw that the group of people sitting in the hall were old acquaintances, and there was no embarrassment. He stepped forward and looked at Xing Wuyun, "Now, it is time to call you without a word. Brother Yun."

Xing Wuyun waved his hand and said, "Brother Qianye, don't come here unharmed."

Leng Qianye smiled and looked at him, "The girl who is going to be rescued will definitely have a good drink with you."

Xing Wuyun nodded and looked at him, "If you don't rest, it won't be too late tomorrow."

"No, now, I want to see her." Leng Qianye was always thinking about Leng Peihan's safety, and now he just wants to see if she is well.

Xing Wuyun nodded and said, "I will accompany you."

"Good." Leng Qianye responded with a faint smile, then turned around, and the two left the emperor's bedroom.

Gu Yefeng looked at the two of them leaving, raised his eyes and looked at Yi Mu, "They are all bold and easy-going people."

"Why are you so stingy today?" Yi Mu asked in a low voice, sitting on one side, looking at him.

"It's just me feeling bored." Gu Yefeng replied honestly, because he couldn't help feeling inferior when he saw Xing Wuyun and the others.

Feng Aotian hugged Lan Jingshu into the inner hall, put him on the dragon couch, and used his internal strength for him, and then covered his body with the brocade, holding his hand, "What a fool. "

Father Cat stood beside Feng Aotian and watched Lan Jingshu only one day and one night and came back. It is conceivable that he has never rested on this journey. He can survive until this time. With great perseverance, even he had to admit that this person was not good looking, but had the tenacity and forbearance that they didn't have.

He turned around, walked out of the inner hall, ordered Si Xi to go to prepare food, and then looked at Gu Yefeng, "Where is General Leng?"

"Go to see Leng Peihan." Gu Yefeng looked at Father Cat and said.

Father Cat nodded, then lifted his steps out of the Imperial Palace.

Gu Yefeng and Yi Mu were sitting quietly where they were, drinking tea.

Lan Jingshu woke up quietly, raised his eyes, and saw the soft light in Feng Aotian's eyes. He said softly, "The emperor..."

Feng Aotian brushed the blue silk off his forehead and held his hand tightly, "Drink water?"

"Yeah." Lan Jingshu nodded.

Feng Aotian held the water, embraced him in his arms, and carefully fed him, Lan Jingshu leaned against her arms, and felt that running around all day and night was nothing.

Lan Jingshu raised his eyes and looked at her, "The emperor, the minister is fine, let's go see Leng Peihan."

Feng Aotian looked at him, "You rest here at ease."

"Yes." Lan Jingshu nodded and watched her leave, then slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully.

Gu Yefeng and Yi Mu watched Feng Aotian walk out, and they said in unison, "The emperor, the minister will leave."

Feng Aotian looked at the two of them, "Well, go."

The two left the emperor's bedroom, and Mr. Mao came in, "Master, Leng Qianye has already rushed away."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, raised his steps, and left the emperor's bedroom, flying and landing on the courtyard.

She walked into the house and saw Leng Qianye frowning deeply, looking at Leng Peihan lying on the bed, enduring the explosion of anger.

Xing Wuyun patted him on the shoulder, "You still go to rest for one night now, and have another needle tomorrow."

Leng Qianye shook his head and said, "I'm fine, the most urgent thing is to save Peihan."

Feng Aotian stepped forward, holding Leng Qianye's hand, "Let him come."

Leng Qianye raised her eyes and looked at her gratefully. She understood him.

Mr. Jiu then stepped forward, "Master, the old slave wants to do needles, do you want to go out?"

Feng Aotian shook his head, "Master is with him."

"Yes." Duke Jiu nodded, and did not stop him, but looked at Leng Qianye, "General Leng, please lie down here."

"Yeah." Leng Qianye replied, and then lay flat on a soft couch not far from Leng Peihan.

Feng Aotian sat beside him, holding one of his hands tightly, "Master is with you."

Leng Qianye smiled and nodded, looked up at her.

Xing Wuyun stood beside Feng Aotian with his arms around his chest and looked at the scene in front of him. He remembered how she was by his side when he committed suicide that day. With a faint smile on his mouth, he looked at her. .

Mr. Jiu took out the silver needle and used it extremely fast. In a flash, he saw a drop of blood dripping from Leng Qianye's other finger, and then landed in the big bowl in front of him.

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