This Lord is Too Cruel

As time passed slowly, Feng Aotian always sat by his side and stayed with him. It was not until two hours had passed before Mr. Jiu completely collected the needle and used the blood from Chiba to use silver. The needle crossed into Leng Peihan's body.

Leng Qianye's face was pale, he held on, not daring to close his eyes, but looked sideways, looking at Leng Peihan lying on the other side, with expectations in his eyes.

Feng Aotian put a jade dew pill in his mouth, raised his eyes, smiled at Feng Aotian, and swallowed the pill.

Xing Wuyun likes to look at her like this, her gentleness, her delicateness, and her meticulousness, these are only for the people she wants to give, even if the world knows how cruel she is, and he only remembers her gentleness.

Duke Jiu put away the silver needle, the room was filled with a strong smell of blood, Feng Aotian stepped forward and looked at Leng Peihan, "Can you live?"

"Let down, she can wake up in two days." Duke Jiu said, his ears moved, a cold light came out of his eyes, he turned around and rushed out of the room.

Feng Aotian naturally knew that someone was eavesdropping outside, and she then stood beside Leng Peihan, "Let her stay at the place of Duke Jiu these days."

"The emperor, it seems that the person has not left yet." Xing Wuyun stepped forward, stood beside Feng Aotian, and spoke in a low voice.

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, then turned around, and saw that Leng Qianye couldn't bear it and had fallen asleep.

Father Jiu's figure fell and stood beside Feng Aotian, "Master, that man has been severely injured by the old slave. This was taken from her."

Feng Aotian looked at the token in Duke Jiu's hand, and threw it to Xing Wuyun who was beside him, "The romantic debt you have caused, solve it by yourself."

Xing Wuyun looked at the token in his hand and threw it aside in disgust, "The emperor, the minister is wronged."

"Injustice?" Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "Is the neon clothes door irrelevant to you?"

Xing Wuyun stepped forward and looked at him, "The minister has announced that he will break the marriage contract with her. In the future, it will definitely be okay."

Feng Aotian snorted coldly and ignored him. Instead, he stepped forward and lifted Leng Qianye from the soft bed. "Duke Jiu, Leng Peihan will take care of you in the past few days."

"Master, don't worry." Jiu Gonggong responded respectfully.

Feng Aotian hugged Leng Qianye and left the courtyard, and flew towards the Emperor's Bedroom.

Xing Wuyun turned his eyes and looked at Mr. Jiu, "Master, what do you say to the disciple?"

"Cold." Jiu Gonggong said lightly, turned around and cleaned up.

Xing Wuyun twitched his mouth and whispered, "Master, you are so humorous."

After that, turn around and leave, the neon clothes door, can't you stop?

When he returned to the Emperor's Sleeping Hall, he saw Feng Aotian had placed Leng Qianye on the dragon couch. Now, the dragon couch was very lively. The innermost was the unconscious Feng Yinqi, and his On his side, lying asleep, Lan Jingshu, on this side, lying asleep, Leng Qianye.

He leaned on the side of the inner hall, watching Feng Aotian wiping the sweat from his forehead for Leng Qianye. Is he going back to the Cloud Palace tonight? However, he really recognizes the bed.

Father Cat stood beside Xing Wuyun, and then said, "You have committed sins, don't live, don't forget, you just said that the master loves the old and dislikes the new. Now, it has not been verified."

Xing Wuyun glanced sideways, looking at the gloating eyes of Mr. Cat, and snorted coldly, "Compared with the old man Leng Qianye, Mr. Cat is not older? Why don't I see Mr. Cat lying there?"

"The Sajia wants to lie down, that's a matter of instant." The cat father snorted, then turned around and left the Emperor's Bedroom.

Xing Wuyun looked sideways and looked at the magnificent figure left by his father-in-law. He also wanted to lie down, but when he thought of the neon door, he gritted his teeth and could only lean against the door, looking at Feng Aotian, hoping that she would have a big hair Compassion, let yourself lie down.

Feng Aotian looked at Leng Qianye, lowered his head, and gently dropped a kiss on the corner of his lips, then got up to leave, but her hand was held tightly by Leng Qianye, she smiled, "Goodbye , Lord will be back later."

Leng Qianye just let go, Feng Aotian got up, and saw Xing Wuyun's pitiful eyes cast at her. She stepped forward and looked at him, "Meteor pretends to be pitiful, you have also learned ?"

Xing Wuyun quickly raised his hand and took Feng Aotian into his arms, "The emperor, you can't convict your minister to death for an unnecessary crime."

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "No need? Is your engagement with her fake?"

The corner of Xing Wuyun's mouth twitched slightly, "Didn't the minister have already been relieved, don't you want the minister to go in person and tell her clearly in person?"

"Dare you?" Feng Aotian raised his voice.

Xing Wuyun hurriedly smiled, "The minister really has nothing to do with her. I have never seen it so far. What's more, if the emperor hadn't mentioned it, the minister would have forgotten the matter."

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "However, they just don't entangle you clearly."

"This... the minister can't do anything about it." Xing Wuyun laughed and looked at Feng Aotian, "Master, you know that the charm of the minister is so great that it is inevitable to provoke some flowers and plants intentionally or unintentionally, but the minister has already Very restrained, I have stayed in the palace now and have never gone out."

"If you don't go out, you can still provoke it. It seems that you really want to lock you up." Feng Aotian snorted coldly.

Xing Wuyun listened to her words and quickly agreed, "The emperor will lock up the minister."

Feng Aotian raised his hand and hooked the tip of his nose, "Don't think you dare not."

Xing Wuyun knew that she was not mad at him, and quickly lowered her head and kissed her lips. He was not an unscrupulous person. At least, for her, she was selfish. She was his robbery. He had to break his wings and was willing to be kept in this palace by her.

Feng Aotian sighed helplessly and looked at him, "You are getting bolder now."

Xing Wuyun took her hand and looked at the two lying in the inner hall, "It seems that the minister is going to stay alone tonight."

Feng Aotian smiled quietly, "Well, you can lie down if you want."

Xing Wuyun responded with a smile. He waited until it was her words, and then leaned in her arms, "The minister should return to his own palace."

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Don't you recognize the bed?"

"Always get used to it." Xing Wuyun smiled. He also has his persistence. Now, he changes for her.

"Then Lord will send you back." Feng Aotian thought that he is really busy now.

Xing Wuyun shook his head, "The minister will go home by himself."

Feng Aotian nodded, "Well, if you recognize the bed, then come back."

Xing Wuyun was reluctant to peck at the corner of her lips. He was used to her being by his side, but there were some things that he still had to face even if he didn't want to face it anymore.

Xing Wuyun turned around, left the emperor's bedroom, went back to Xingyun Palace, and looked at the cinnabar osmanthus in the courtyard. He then sat on the stone bench with his hands on his chin, raised his eyes, and admired alone. Tonight, he was destined to be sleepless. night of.

Mr. Mao came in with the soup medicine, "Master, it's time to drink the medicine."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, raised his hand, drank the decoction, and then said, "Master, go out for a while."

"Yes." Mr. Cat responded, and then stepped into the imperial palace, and glanced at the two people in the inner hall. Even though they were all by her side, she still missed one person in her heart.

Feng Aotian fell on the Wind Clan. When she came to the hot spring pool, she did not see Mu Hanjin. Her eyes sank, but she saw that the entire Wind Clan was not there.

She was shocked, and quickly flew to the hall. When she saw the bright lights in the hall, she walked in a few steps and saw Feng Qing and Feng Yun standing in front of the golden scroll watching.

Feng Qing turned around, and when he saw Feng Aotian, he hurriedly bowed and said, "Subordinates, see Wang Zun!"

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at the sleepy little white snake inside the golden scroll. She stepped forward, lit the incense, and looked at Feng Qing, "Why are you waiting here?"

"In the afternoon, the clan leader wakes up, and the subordinates can move freely when they wait." Feng Qing looked at Feng Aotian and replied truthfully.

"How can he wake up?" Feng Aotian obviously felt a little weird.

"This subordinate doesn't know, but the master is still very weak." Feng Qing Chui replied.

"Where is he?" Feng Aotian asked immediately.

"Resting in the house."

Feng Aotian turned around and stepped into the room, and saw Mu Hanjin lying on the bed. She stepped on the bed and looked at him pale. She raised her hand and explored her breath, her eyes flashed. Surprised.

"Han Jin?" Feng Aotian whispered.

Hearing Feng Aotian's voice, Mu Hanjin slowly opened her eyes. When she saw her, a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. Her voice became muffled because of not speaking for a long time, "The emperor..."

Feng Aotian sat on the side of the bed, stroking his already haggard face, she bowed her head distressedly, and dropped a shallow kiss on his forehead, "Why did you wake up?"

"Master has been here." Mu Hanjin whispered.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Can you survive the second death?"

"Yeah." Mu Hanjin nodded, "Master has set up a barrier in this room. As long as he doesn't leave this room, the minister can wake up."

Feng Aotian carefully took him into his arms and hugged him tightly, "Well, take advantage of these days, you can raise them, otherwise, when the time comes, you will have no strength."

Listening to her words, Mu Hanjin's thoughts were shocked, and it was even more painful. This second death is afraid of the pain of his life, he would rather be alone...

Feng Aotian lowered his head, leaning on him, "Don't think about it, Lord will not let you have trouble."

"The emperor..." Mu Hanjin's eyes were filled with tears, he raised his hand, and his scrawny hand stroked her face, "You are thin."

Feng Aotian covered the back of his hand, "Are you not?"

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She put him on the bed, but Mu Hanjin looked at her, "The emperor, are you leaving?"

"You lie down obediently." Feng Aotian lowered his head, kissed his lips, got up and walked out.

Feng Qing and Feng Yunhou were outside the house, and when they saw Feng Aotian coming out, they hurriedly bowed and said, "Wang Zun!"

"Go and prepare some food." Feng Aotian whispered.

"Yes." Feng Qing quickly ordered someone to prepare.

"Bring some hot water for the master." Feng Aotian continued.

"Yes." Fengyun went to prepare in person.

Feng Aotian then turned around, entered the room, and sat on the bed, holding him in his arms, "After this first death, the rest will not be difficult. Even if life is better than death, you have to give it to the Lord. Keep going, you know?"

Mu Hanjin nodded. This second death was his calamity. Even if he was not as good as death, he would have to survive, because he wanted to stay by her side and guard her, even if he could not be her person.

Feng Aotian stroked the silver hair on his chest, "If it weren't for the Lord, you would still be Mu Hanjin who is as elegant as water, and you won't end up in the field like you are now."

Mu Hanjin shook her head, "The minister is lucky to fall in love with the emperor."

Feng Aotian looked at him, curled his lips and smiled lightly, and hugged him tighter, "You are always like this, making the Lord helpless."

Mu Hanjin whispered, "There is no other way but the emperor is alone."

Feng Qing carried the porridge, and Feng Yun walked into the house with hot water. After putting it down, he retreated.

Feng Aotian picked up the porridge, blew it gently, and handed it to him, "I'll eat it all for the Lord."

"Yeah." Mu Hanjin nodded and opened his mouth. Because he hadn't eaten for a long time, he had difficulty swallowing the first mouthful. He felt his stomach turned overwhelmed when he was about to take the second mouthful, and then he vomited out, even with the accumulation in his chest His blood was also vomited out.

Feng Aotian's eyes sank, "No, you can't stop eating. If you don't eat anymore, you will starve to death before the second death."

Mu Hanjin looked at her and endured her discomfort, "The minister can eat."

Feng Aotian raised his hand, bit his finger, dripped blood into the porridge, and then put it in his mouth, sharing food with him, "Even if it hurts, I will stay with you."

Mu Hanjin nodded slightly. At this moment, he felt that he really had her heart and all of her.

The clear porridge mixed with blood exudes a weird taste. She feeds him bite by bite, just wanting him to feel that she cares.

After drinking the porridge, Mu Hanjin endured the uncomfortable feeling, and gradually adapted to the feeling of warming his stomach. After he had finished using it, a trace of sweat leaked from his body.

Feng Aotian took out the silk handkerchief and wiped it lightly for him, then put him on the bed, and took off the brocade robe he had replaced on him, and he saw that the redness and swelling on his body remained unchanged.

She frowned, then moistened the cotton kerchief, and carefully washed him. Mu Hanjin kept looking at her, her face was faintly quiet, just like when he first lay beside her to sleep. Like that.

He lowered his head and looked at the purulent wound on his body. He raised his hand and wanted to stop her. He couldn't imagine such an ugly self. After the second death, he could still enjoy her care and preparation with peace of mind.

Feng Aotian looked sideways and smiled, "Does it hurt?"

Mu Hanjin shook his head. Even though his heartache is hard now, he still smiles faintly, "It doesn't hurt."

Feng Aotian re-applied the medicine for him, then closed the brocade robe, took him into his arms, and stroked his back, "I know what you are thinking in your heart, promise me, in the future, no matter what happens No matter what, you are not allowed to leave the Lord, you know?"

Mu Hanjin nodded, raised her eyes, and looked at her, "The emperor, have a lot of things happened these days when the minister is away?"

"What do you want to hear?" Feng Aotian looked at him with an evil smile at the corner of his mouth.

Mu Hanjin was slightly startled, what does he want to know? As long as there is everything about her, he wants to know.

"I want to know." Mu Hanjin replied in a low voice.

Feng Aotian sealed his lips, biting gently, and she looked at him, "You don't think about anything now, you have a master, you can just hold on to it."

Mu Hanjin's face finally recovered a trace of blood, stained with a touch of spring clouds, he quietly leaned in her arms, "The emperor, I want to stay by your side every moment."

Feng Aotian sighed quietly, "How much do you want to be by your side at all times."

Mu Hanjin smiled slightly, "The emperor, the minister feels very happy now."

Feng Aotian lowered his eyes and stared at him. What is happiness? Once, she never felt happiness. She lived in wolves since she was a child, and the wolves raised her. Later, she was taken away by that person, and he trained her to be a cold-blooded person without any Feelings, the only purpose of living is to stand behind him, look at him, guard him, in her world besides him or him, in her eyes besides him, there is him.

Her heart is lonely. She has no friends to talk to. When she wants to cry, she doesn’t know who to cry. When she wants to laugh, she doesn’t know who can share. She is just a body without a soul. She had never thought about any emotional shadow, she could leave him alone and be able to live again. Here, she integrated into this body's original thoughts, she integrated into this complicated world, she had calculations and plans With ambition, she doesn't want to be the shadow of anyone, then, what about her heart?

Mu Hanjin smiled at the corner of her mouth, slowly closed her eyes, and fell asleep peacefully. Feng Aotian stroked his cheek over and over again, maybe, just looking at him quietly like this, feeling that he was so self-conscious. By your side, that is happiness, she can't help asking herself, has she ever been happy? So, are you happy now?

Feng Aotian gently placed Mu Hanjin on the bed, covered him with a quilt, bowed his head, and dropped a light kiss on his forehead, "You are alive, and your father will be happy."

She spoke softly in his ear, turned around, and left the Wind Clan.

The corner of Mu Hanjin's mouth smiled deeply, and her words passed into his ears, like a powerful whirlpool, swept him in, this is called a whirlpool of happiness.

When Feng Aotian returned to the Imperial Palace, Leng Qianye and Lan Jingshu had already woken up. Seeing the chill on her body, they knew that she had gone far away.

"Why do you have to wake up?" Feng Aotian stepped forward, watching the two of them had already got off the dragon couch and sat on the soft couch.

Leng Qianye looked at her, "The emperor, are you tired?"

Feng Aotian looked at him, "It's okay."

Leng Qianye had many things he wanted to say to her, but when he saw her, he didn't know where to start. Maybe, a thousand words would not be worth her smile.

Lan Jingshu knew that Leng Qianye should be by her side at this time, and he slowly got up, "The emperor, the minister will leave first."

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Where to go? Why not go and lie down on the couch obediently."

Lan Jingshu raised his eyes and looked at her, "The minister is okay. Since the emperor has returned, the minister will return to the bedroom to rest."

Feng Aotian stepped forward, dragged him from the soft couch into his arms, helped him step into the inner hall, and placed him on the dragon couch, "You are not allowed to go anywhere without the permission of your master, and rest well."

Lan Jingshu greeted her with cold stern eyes, and slowly looked down, "Yes, the emperor."

Feng Aotian covered him with a quilt, and his tone eased, "Just rest, your current body can't stand the toss."

"Yes." Lan Jingshu replied warmly.

Feng Aotian watched him fall asleep before he got up and walked out of the inner hall, watching Leng Qianye reclining on the soft couch, raising his eyes and looking at her.

Feng Aotian stepped forward, sitting beside him, leaning in his arms, "What are you thinking about?"

"The emperor, there are very few days for ministers to be with the emperor." Leng Qianye was a little envious of Lan Jingshu, Shicai, when they both woke up, they saw that they were lying on the same dragon couch. He smiled, and then talked a lot, but every word couldn't be separated from her.

Leng Qianye didn't expect that one day, their old friends, they were talking about a person, and this person turned out to be the person they loved, but after all, he didn't spend much time by her side.

Feng Aotian heard the exclamation in his words, "Want to come back?"

"No." Leng Qianye shook his head, "The emperor needs ministers."

Feng Aotian smiled, "You can speak better now."

Leng Qianye smiled and embraced her in his arms, "The minister always speaks, but it depends on who it is."

"It seems that the master has missed his eyes." Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and stared at Leng Qianye, still remembering that when he first saw him, he was indifferent, he didn't say anything to her, and he didn't want to say a word to her. Later, she knew that he was stubborn, even if she forced him so hard, he was still indifferent to her, and she didn’t know when this relationship changed, so that in the end, he became hers. people?

Feng Aotian felt that the luckiest thing about rebirth was to have them, because with them, the dark world gave her such a glorious brilliance, so that she would not feel lonely or self-righteous. One person is walking forward.

Leng Qianye lowered her head and looked at her silently, "The emperor, what are you thinking?"

"I wonder when you are interested in your master." Feng Aotian curled his lips and smiled, his tone was frivolous, "Could it be the first time the master bit you?"

Leng Qianye's handsome and dusty face opened up with a smile like a lotus, "The minister is exhausted."

Feng Aotian chuckled, "Are you shy?"

Leng Qianye lowered his head, kissed her with a smile on her lips, and drank lightly. Now that some things happened, why bother to investigate who started it first, because he already had her in his heart, even so He still wanted to keep this mystery, and wanted to let her know that he was different. After all, there were no shortage of good people around her. He was afraid that he would be forgotten by her.

Feng Aotian leaned in his arms, feeling the faint breath exuding him, she raised her eyes and looked at him, "Aren't you tired?"

Leng Qianye nodded slightly, then leaned on the soft couch, closed his eyes, he just wanted to be alone with her, he didn't want anyone else.

Grandpa Cat was standing outside the imperial palace, looking at the pictures in the palace, he couldn't help sighing, what kind of person is this Leng Qianye, even if he is pure-hearted, no matter how magnanimous he is, he will not reveal his thoughts. , He has his calculations, he has his plans.

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