This Lord is Too Cruel

"Ahem!" Feng Aotian raised his eyes and shot a cold light with a strong warning.

Meteor opened his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian a little puzzled. Could it be that the Holy Lord hasn't told him her true identity?

Mu Hanjin didn't expect Meteor to ask him this question, round house? Fearing that there will never be this day, his eyes were dim, and he was silent.

Meteor looked at Mu Hanjin's expression, raised his eyes, and looked at Feng Aotian again, he couldn't help sighing, then raised his hand and patted Mu Hanjin's shoulder, "Wait for you to be better, be positive."

Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and looked at the shooting star, she couldn't help but smiled bitterly, "This...I'm afraid..."

Meteor quickly interrupted Mu Hanjin, "There is nothing to be shy."

Mu Hanjin didn't know how to respond, she raised her eyes, but saw Feng Aotian looking at him meaningfully, "Really shy?"

Mu Hanjin's regained complexion was dyed with a touch of pink, "The minister is not worthy..."

Listening to his words, Feng Aotian naturally knew what he was thinking. He lowered his head and gently kissed the corner of his lips, "It's not you who take the initiative, or the master will take the initiative. When the time comes, the master will take the initiative."

Listening to Feng Aotian's words, Mu Hanjin felt even more sad, but he didn't want her to see her emotions, and just smiled and responded, "Okay."

Feng Aotian shook his hand, "Are you tired?"

"It's okay." Mu Hanjin was reluctant to leave her, but instead shook her hand and whispered.

Meteor looked at Mu Hanjin's fluctuating emotions. Sure enough, the Holy Lord did not tell him the true situation, but he was happy to be prejudiced.

"Holy Lord, the third prince will be there in a few hours, didn't you say you want to meet him personally?" Meteor reminded her kindly.

Mu Hanjin was startled slightly, raised her eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, "The emperor, the minister is a bit tired."

Feng Aotian glared fiercely at the shooting star and hugged Mu Hanjin, "No hurry."

Mu Hanjin's brows were warm, and she leaned quietly in her arms. He was already satisfied to be able to lean on her like this.

Meteor pouted the corners of his mouth, got down on the bed silently, and then sat on the chair on one side, rolling his eyes round and round, looking at the surrounding furnishings.

Feng Aotian looked at Mu Hanjin, "Can you have a good meal today?"

"Yeah." Mu Hanjin nodded in response.

"Can you throw up?" Feng Aotian asked again.

"It's okay." Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and looked at her, "The emperor, you can go back."

Feng Aotian hugged him and shook his head, "No, I want to stay with you more."

Mu Hanjin looked at her helplessly. When did the emperor become so childish? However, he really enjoys such tenderness.

Meteor looked at Feng Aotian's weird behavior, and couldn't help frowning. Did the Holy Lord take the wrong medicine? Still go out without taking medicine? Is this kind of demeanor that the Holy Lord can do? How strange it looks.

After an hour, Feng Aotian lowered his eyes and saw that Mu Hanjin was lying peacefully in her arms and fell asleep. The corners of her mouth were slightly bent, her head lowered, and she gently sucked in the corners of his lips. Inhaling the faint fragrance of ointment on his body, he got up, covered him with a quilt, turned around, glanced at the meteor, and walked out of the room.

Seeing that Feng Aotian was finally about to leave, Meteor hurriedly followed her to leave. Now he is very interested in the third prince, he wants to see the real person.

After Feng Aotian left, Mu Hanjin slowly opened her eyes, raised her hand, and stroked the place where she had just lie down. Sadness flashed in her eyes, and the word "round room" was already deeply tingling. Up his heart.

After leaving the Wind Clan, Feng Aotian turned his eyes and looked at the meteor, "You are becoming more unscrupulous now."

Meteor raised his head, looked at Feng Aotian, and said aggrieved, "How did Meteor know that you didn't tell him?"

Feng Aotian gave a cold snort, and then flew to the palace.

The corner of Meteor's mouth twitched. Anyway, he was right. Looking at Mu Hanjin, he felt that there was such an elegant person in this world, and it was really not easy to get into the heart of the Holy Lord.

Feng Aotian entered the palace, Leng Qianye was sitting on the soft couch, looking at the scroll, looking up, watching her enter, put down the scroll, got up, and walked forward.

Feng Aotian stepped forward, holding his hand, "Waiting for the Lord."

"Yeah." Leng Qianye nodded and shook her hand. "The emperor, rest early."

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "When did you become so considerate?"

Leng Qianye smiled quietly, holding her and stepping into the inner hall, "Does the emperor want a bath?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded and looked at him, "You want to bathe with the master?"

Leng Qianye shook his head and said, "The minister is going to call Father Cat."

Feng Aotian watched him turn and leave, and after entering the screen, after a while, he saw Father Cat walking in.

Father Cat stepped forward and took off the brocade robe for her. Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at him, "How can you become so silent these few days?"

Father Cat licked his lips and smiled, gently kneading for Feng Aotian, and whispered, "Master, if the slave is too noisy, you should not dislike the slave."

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "Master likes your noise."

Father Cat smiled, "The minion knows how to score. These days, the master is more tired than usual."

Feng Aotian looked sideways, raised his hand, and pulled him over. The cat father-in-law supported the bathtub with one hand, but the other hand just covered her chest, feeling the moderate softness of the hand, and his face appeared. red.

He quickly took his hand away, but was pressed by Feng Aotian. She stared at him, "Do you feel it?"

"Yeah." Father Cat lowered his head, afraid to look at him, only the mosquito responded.

"You know what you want." Feng Aotian's other hand has already covered his cheek, and the temperature of his palm makes Father Cat a little greedy.

He raised his eyes and looked at her, "Master, slave..."

Feng Aotian slowly stepped forward, leaned closer to him, and gently pulled, and then he fell into the tub, his clothes soaked and stuck to his body, outlining his graceful posture.

Feng Aotian lowered his head, occupied his lips, biting gently, with one hand against the back of his head, the other hand had already removed his clothes, caressed his tender skin, and kneaded him. With.

Father Cat closed his eyes slightly, feeling the sudden tenderness, his heart beating wildly, he could not restrain his voice, feeling the lingering between each other.

Feng Aotian lowered his eyes and looked at Father Cat, "Where did all the previous impulses go?"

Father Cat weakly leaned against Feng Aotian's arms, raised his eyes and stared at her, putting his hands around her waist without saying a word.

Feng Aotian stroked his back, listened to his powerful heartbeat, and whispered in a low voice, "You know what you think. You just need to stay by his side with peace of mind."

Father Cat closed his eyes slightly, "Is it okay?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "Master likes your original jealous appearance."

Father Cat chuckled, "Master, slave, do you really like it?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian lowered her head and kissed him. She knew that the person in front of her had dedicated everything she had to her since he came to her, whether it was Feng Ao before. God, she still is now.

She just wanted to do her best to keep them all by her side instead of facing too much helplessness.

Father Cat and Feng Aotian face each other in this way. The ground is hot, and with a reaction, he quickly walked out of the tub, picked up the brocade robe on the ground, dried it with internal force, put it on by himself, and put it on his side. The body looked at Feng Aotian, "Master, do you want to come out?"

Feng Aotian looked at him with such a shy appearance, and smiled deeply, "The water is cold, of course I will come out."

Father Mao grinned slightly, and then lifted Feng Aotian out of the bathtub. Feng Aotian wore a bright yellow uniform and walked out. However, she still used a corset, and her uniform, It's also a little bigger than before, deliberately covering up the body that is getting better now.

Leng Qianye still sat in the hall, looking at the scroll, and when Feng Aotian walked out, he raised his eyes and looked at her, "The emperor."

Feng Aotian stepped forward and sat beside him, "Go and rest."

"Yes." Leng Qianye nodded, closed the scroll, put it in one place, and took her hand into the inner hall.

Father Cat walked out blushing, lowered his head, stepped out of the Imperial Palace, and covered his heart that was still beating wildly. He raised his eyes and looked at the moonlight in front of him, but he felt very charming.

It turned out that she knew everything, but even so, nothing could be changed, he was leaving after all.

He was a little annoyed, turned around, and went to the place of the wine father.

"Old drunkard, what do you think I should do?" The cat father-in-law sat on the soft couch unceremoniously, raised his eyes and looked at the silent wine father-in-law and asked.

"Destiny must not be violated." Duke Jiu raised his eyes and looked at Duke Mao, his tone was light.

Father Cat sighed quietly, "But why is it me?"

Duke Jiu raised his eyes and looked at him, "If you are not willing, no one can stop you."

"Yes." Mr. Cat muttered to himself, "If I don't want it, there will be other people, but I don't want to see anyone other than me."

Duke Jiu looked sideways and looked at him, "Since you know, why don't you stop tangling?"

"Just reluctant." Mr. Cat replied, looking at Mr. Jiu.

"There is more important than reluctance, isn't it?" Duke Jiu looked at Daddy Mao, "The master will understand."

"Yeah." Father Cat nodded, then leaned back on the soft couch, "Tonight, I am here with you."

Mr. Jiu's tone was still light, "Whatever."

Father Cat looked at the bright moon in the sky through the window lattice, hoping that the master would not blame him.

Feng Aotian looked at Leng Qianye beside him, turned his body sideways, gently painted his eyebrows and eyes, curled his lips and smiled.

Leng Qianye raised her arm, took her into her arms, and whispered, "The emperor, it's not early, it's time to rest."

Feng Aotian let out a low laugh, leaned in his arms, and slowly closed his eyes.

Before dawn, Feng Aotian got up, Leng Qianye had already woke up and was staring at her staring blankly.

She got up slightly, pecked at the corner of his lips, and then got off the dragon bed.

Leng Qianye also got up, then got off the dragon bed and stood beside her. After the two of them washed, the cat had already walked in with the soup.

With a smile on his mouth, he raised his eyes and saw Leng Qianye, already wearing a purple brocade robe, standing on one side.

Father Mao hurriedly put down the soup medicine, waited for Feng Aotian to dress properly, and handed her the soup medicine.

Feng Aotian finished drinking the medicine and looked at Father Mao, "Where did you go yesterday?"

"Go to the old drunkard." Father Cat replied without shy, and then leaned in Feng Aotian's arms, "Master, it's not early."

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Well, prepare breakfast."

"Yes." The cat nodded, then turned and left.

At this time, Xing Wuyun and Lan Jingshu arrived in advance, and after Gu Yefeng and Yi Mu, the group stepped into the emperor's bedroom. These people had not slept well last night and rushed over early in the morning.

Wei Zimo didn't expect that his arrival would arouse the curiosity of so many people, if he knew it, he would definitely thank the guests behind closed doors.

Feng Aotian sat at the table, and everyone was silent in their tacit understanding. After breakfast, Feng Aotian led everyone to the city gate to greet Wei Zimo.

When Feng Aotian sat on the imperial court and arrived at the tower, he saw the guard of honor of the Yuluo Kingdom from a distance. It was very magnificent. At first glance, the unique and unique carriage was unique to Wei Zimo. Carriage.

Xing Wuyun stood beside Feng Aotian, looking at the carriage in the distance, with a deep smile, "The emperor, do you think he will see you?"

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, "I'll see you if you don't see it, if he doesn't want to, he will be frivolous in the middle of the master."

Xing Wuyun's mouth twitched, "You can really say it."

"It's not the first time that it's frivolous, so why can't I say it." Feng Aotian said it for granted.

The people standing behind her looked at each other, because they had all been treated like this before.

Sitting in the carriage, Wei Zimo was getting closer and closer to the capital of Fengqi Country, but for some reason, his heart became extremely complicated.

He raised the bead curtain slightly, and saw the bright yellow standing with his hand on top of the tower, and his eyes were closed. At this moment, he finally knew that since returning to this place again, it is different from the past.

And he will face Feng Aotian after all, so how should he face it? Seeing her, what should he say?

When the carriage approached the city gate, Feng Aotian had already flew down in consternation, landed on the carriage, and got into the carriage in a flash.

Although Wei Zimo sensed a chill, he didn't expect Feng Aotian to break in so blatantly. He quickly moved back a few times to keep a distance from her.

After half a year, when he saw her again, he no longer had the indifferent state of mind he had originally, but he was not happy, but a little more indifferent than the ordinary stranger.

He looked at her, "Emperor Feng Qi is too eager."

Feng Aotian hooked her lips and smiled evilly, watching him deliberately keep a distance from her, she then moved forward and approached him.

Wei Zimo pushed back again, and said in a deep voice, "If Emperor Feng Qi gets closer, don't blame the prince for being polite."

Feng Aotian didn't care, but continued to move forward. Wei Zi Moyun waved his sleeve and slammed the wind towards her. Feng Aotian cleverly avoided, but moved him to the wall of the car as if A dude who molested the Liang family women.

Wei Zimo frowned slightly and looked at her. He was so unnatural to the approach of others, so that the glamorous eyes that used to be cold became more gloomy at this moment, especially the cinnabar between the eyebrows, which became more and more eye-catching.

Feng Aotian looked at the face close at hand. Although she was wearing a veil, she was beautiful and moving. She raised a more meaningful smile. Before Wei Zimo could react, she printed his face across the veil. Lips, left in a flash, "In a few days, you will be the Lord's person, why not?"

Wei Zimo's brain was blank. He regretted the marriage now. He felt that he felt like a sheep fell into the mouth of a tiger. However, he was even more angry now that she dared to belittle him again.

His eyes sank, then he lifted his palms and waved to her. Feng Aotian pushed away, Wei Zimo chased him, and then hit her again, Feng Aotian lightly avoided again, Wei Zimo But she was puzzled. Seeing her with a smug smile, did she really think that Wei Zimo was a random person? Is it someone who knead?

The more he thought about it, the more angry he got, and the hidden violent temper rushed to his mind. Last time she was frivolous and threatened him. The thing that threatened him has not yet been settled. Today, he came here with all his hardship, and she was right again when he met. He was so rude, his cold eyes flashed with anger, and the palm wind became more fierce, rustling the entire carriage.

Xing Wuyun watched the movement in the carriage. Now, the people of the entire capital are standing by and watching, and the officials are eagerly waiting. Such a scene, Feng Aotian is completely ignored, just like this in front of the officials of Fengqi State. In the face of the people, in front of the Yuluo Kingdom, openly entered the carriage of the Third Prince?

Xing Wuyun looked optimistic and laughed lowly, "Look, there is a fight."

Leng Qianye looked at him unsatisfactorily, thinking that the temper of the three princes was not small, but he was taken lightly by a person who met for the first time, and he was still a man, even if he was calm and composed. You will lose your temper.

Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng glanced at each other, thinking it should end like this.

When everyone was astonished, they only heard the sound of "touching", and the grand and luxurious carriage was shaken to pieces, and then I saw a bright red figure flying out, wearing a red veil, light body, long hair Like a waterfall, when he falls lightly on the flag held high by the soldiers of the Yuluo Kingdom, he is so unique and independent, especially the cold and moving eyes, the cinnabar between the eyebrows is bright and enchanting. Really a stunning beauty, she just didn't want to move it away with just a glance.

The crowd took a breath of air. The three princes are really as beautiful as the rumored and indispensable things. Thinking about it this way, the people of Fengqi State feel more proud. Such a beauty, the dignified prince of Yuluo State, is now , But the concubine of their noble emperor, how could this make them not excited?

Leng Qianye stared at Wei Zimo, and felt that this person was a bit more glamorous and noble than him, and he couldn't match his legacy and independence.

Xing Wuyun laughed openly, turned his eyes, looked at everyone with a somewhat ashamed expression, the corner of his mouth twitched, "You and I have their own merits, so why compare with others?"

Lan Jingshu looked at Xing Wuyun, "Brother Wuyun is right, why should I be ignorant of myself?"

Leng Qianye condensed his mind, and saw the bright red figure waving his Yunxiu lightly, raising his hand, and attacking Feng Aotian on the opposite side, a bit more angry between the brows.

Feng Aotian whirled to meet his palm wind, and passed him, then raised his hand, and took him into his arms, and in front of everyone, he printed his lips again.

Wei Zimo quickly lifted his palm and hit her chest. That palm used his ten percent of his power, but Feng Aotian raised his hand, held his hand tightly in the palm, raised his eyes and looked at him, "This place The air is bad."

Only then did Wei Zimo react. Now, his eyes are coldly staring at Feng Aotian, "What do you want?"

"Are you going back to the palace with your master? Or do you go to the house?" Feng Aotian looked at him, "Is it going to Xing Wuyun's bedroom, and still staying with the master?"

Wei Zimo was embraced by Feng Aotian. At this moment, the two of them were hanging in the air. For the first time, he was leaning in one person's arms. It was obviously a little unnatural and more repulsive, but, why, still in his heart How much more shaking?

"Xing Wuyun's bedroom." Wei Zimo thought that at this time, he was regarded as being in front of the people of the city by Feng Aotian, as well as the guards of the Yuluo Kingdom. He was lighthearted. He didn't know why she was so blatant. Are you afraid of losing your face?

Feng Aotian raised his hand, and his generous dragon robe covered his face in his arms, "The smell on my body is better than the air."

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Wei Zimo was almost vomiting blood by her words, and was about to refute, feeling that they had not landed, but flew away from the tower that is now catharsis.

His nose was filled with the unique fragrance of her body, which was very elegant and indeed better than the dull air. He looked at her, "This prince does not like to touch others."

"Master is your future husband-in-law." Feng Aotian lowered his eyes and looked at him, "Can you count as someone else?"

Wei Zimo snorted coldly, "Don't think the prince can't beat you."

"Then you mean, are you now willing to give your arms?" Feng Aotian looked down and looked at her with a deep smile.

Wei Zimo suddenly opened his mouth through the veil, and bit down Feng Aotian's arm severely, to express his dissatisfaction and anger towards her at the moment.

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, but he didn't feel any pain, but if he dared to bite her, he would suffer the consequences of biting her.

When Wei Zimo smelled the **** smell, he let go of his anger and looked at her, "Let go of this prince."

Feng Aotian's arms around his waist became harder and harder, as if to crush his waist. Wei Zimo looked at her, "Did you not hear what this prince said?"

Feng Aotian stopped suddenly, and his body was suspended in mid-air. When Wei Zimo was still stunned, Feng Aotian suddenly let go, and Wei Zimo's body fell down.

He suddenly smelled a foul smell, and his body was hanging down. He lowered his head and saw that there was... a dung pool... His stomach was suddenly uncomfortable, but he found it again. , I lost my internal strength?

He opened his eyes wide, raised his eyes, and looked at Feng Aotian, "You..."

Feng Aotian looked at him, "You asked him to let go."

Wei Zimo saw that he was about to fall into the feces below. He endured the discomfort of vomiting and looked at her, "Don't..."

"Nothing?" Feng Aotian looked at him and asked in a deep voice.

"Don't leave me." Wei Zimo looked at her, and when he said this, he froze for a moment, how could he say such a thing?

Feng Aotian also did not expect Wei Zimo to say such a thing, she just wanted him to know the consequences of daring to bite her, never thought that he would...

To watch him, he would fall into the cesspool. Wei Zimo couldn't imagine. If he really fell in, would he have the courage to live.

Feng Aotian sucked his palm, then flew down, grabbed him into his arms, and flew away.

Wei Zimo leaned in her arms, and then recovered, "You mean."

Feng Aotian lowered his eyes and looked at him, "Believe it or not, will the Lord throw you in again?"

Wei Zimo leaned weakly in her arms, "What did you do to this prince?"

"It's just a shot." Feng Aotian looked at him, "He recovered after two hours."

Wei Zimo was no longer able to push her away now, and he was stuck in thought about the words he had said in his mind. What happened to him?

Feng Aotian embraced him and went straight to Xing Wuyun's bedroom, then walked into the inner hall, put him on the bed, looked at him, and could not help but raised his hand and pulled his clothes.

Wei Zimo was shocked and stared at her angrily, "What are you doing?"

"You can hear it yourself." Feng Aotian pulled his clothes forward and placed it between his nose.

Wei Zimo smelled a foul smell, and he couldn't help but want to vomit it out. Feng Aotian looked at him, "Take it off or not?"

"This prince will come by himself." Wei Zimo replied without thinking.

"Are you sure you can do it yourself now?" Feng Aotian looked at him and asked.

Wei Zimo stared at her, "Are you calculating?"

"That's not the case, how could you be obedient." Feng Aotian raised her eyebrows, but she had learned his temper, and when she said, regardless of his objection, she untied his clothes, took them off, and embraced him. screen.

Wei Zimo saw that the water in the tub was warm, and then realized that she had calculated him thoroughly, "You...you calculated it early in the morning?"

Feng Aotian looked at him, "You're the Lord's person, if he doesn't count, who do you count?"

Wei Zimo snorted coldly, "Who is yours?"

Feng Aotian raised her eyebrows slightly, and ran his fingers across his skin, "I've touched it all before, and I'm not the Lord's person."

"You..." Wei Zimo felt the tingling sensation of her fingertips, her body stiffened, raising her eyes, staring at her fiercely, as if to peel her skin and bones.

"What's wrong with my lord?" Feng Aotian dipped his water, and the drops of water slid across his shoulders. Feng Aotian looked at him, "My lord is going to tell you that since you have cast yourself into the net, you must be a master. Human preparation."

Wei Zimo took a deep breath, "This prince never intended to be yours, this prince is here, just asking for what he needs."

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Master is very greedy, not only wants your people, but also your heart, and also your wealth."

Wei Zimo sneered, "You are too self-confident, this prince has never been caring."

Feng Aotian's fingertips glided across his waist and abdomen, "Really?"

Wei Zimo raised his eyes, stared at her, and returned to his former indifference, "That's natural."

Feng Aotian then put his palm on his chest, "How about filling this place?"

Wei Zimo's figure trembled, he wondered, what on earth did she want to do? Is it not clear to yourself? He can give her wealth, but his heart has never been.

"Whatever." Wei Zimo turned his head, not going to see her.

Feng Aotian fished him out of the tub, and held him naked like this. She held her head high and looked ahead. The smile at the corner of her mouth reflected her full confidence.

Wei Zimo is now powerless and can only let her go, but he is not reconciled in his heart, he will remember it, and ask for it at the time.

Feng Aotian put him on the bed, flicked his fingers, and the soul held the tray in both hands, always lowering his head, put the tray on one side, and then backed down.

Feng Aotian took out the bright red shirt from the tray. The fabric and style were exactly the same as those worn by Wei Zimo. It seemed to be tailor-made for him and the size was appropriate.

Feng Aotian personally dressed it for him, and then Jiang Jin was covered for him, "Repose well, just tell your master if you need it, you don't need to worry about the big wedding. As for the bedroom, you can tell the master whichever you like. "

Hearing her ordinary words, Wei Zimo couldn't help being stunned. No one had ever treated him like this, no one had put clothes on him personally, and no one wanted to break into his life so domineeringly.

Feng Aotian then got up, walked out, and saw a goose yellow standing outside the inner hall, looking at her with interest.

"The emperor is leaving now?" Xing Wuyun stepped forward, holding her hand, and asked with a smile.

"Don't bother you two retelling the old." Feng Aotian hooked Xing Wuyun's neck and gave a light kiss to the corner of his lips. "You haven't watched enough of this good show yet?"

Xing Wuyun encircled Feng Aotian's waist, embraced her in his arms, hugged her, and shook her gently, "The minister really didn't see enough."

"What's going on above the tower?" Feng Aotian looked at him and asked himself.

Xing Wuyun Shicai smiled triumphantly. At this moment, he quickly reduced his smile, "The minister does not know."

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, "The master of the neon clothes door does it himself, don't you know?"

Xing Wuyun knew that she would definitely bring up old things again. It seems that this matter will be talked about by her in this life, thinking about it, and he sighed helplessly, "The emperor, this is the bureau you set up, what to do with the minister? "

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, "If it weren't for you, how could the Lord lead the snake out of the cave so easily?"

Xing Wuyun leaned on her, "The emperor, the minister was used by you, and the minister was not angry. Instead, you talked about the minister."

"Really?" Feng Aotian curled his lips and smiled, "Master, go and see Zhan Guo."

"Yes." Xing Wuyun replied, and then let her go, and Feng Aotian stepped out of the bedroom.

Xing Wuyun turned his eyes and stepped into the inner hall. Then, after taking a look at the screen, he looked at Wei Zimo, who is now lying on the bed, unable to move, and chuckled a few times, "It's really a fierce battle."

Wei Zimo snorted coldly, "I don't know, you and her have long been secretive."

"You are wrong." Xing Wuyun sat at the table, poured a glass of water, and drank slowly, "That's called sending Qiubo secretly."

Wei Zimo's eyes flashed, "Is it outside the capital today, was she set up the bureau?"

"Yeah." Xing Wuyun nodded, looked sideways, and looked at Wei Zimo, "However, I did not expect that she would kiss you in public, and you did not resist."

Wei Zimo felt angry when he thought of this, "She cheated on me and I can't move, how can I resist?"

Xing Wuyun raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Don't you have a slight wish?"

"What do you mean?" Wei Zimo looked at Xing Wuyun, wondering if he died once and he became stupid?

Xing Wuyun smiled, "Aren't you here just to get rid of him?"

Wei Zimo whispered, "But, I didn't expect Feng Aotian to be inferior to him. He only wanted to control the power in my hand and this person, but Feng Aotian said, My heart will be taken away."

Xing Wuyun paused slightly and looked at him, "She really said that?"

"Yeah." Wei Zimo couldn't help feeling ridiculous. Since he was sensible, he had been careless, so why did he lose heart?

Xing Wuyun's eyes flashed with sadness, "What she wants to do, absolutely will not miss, otherwise, how could I be here?"

"Are you trapped by her?" Wei Zimo looked sideways and looked at Xing Wuyun, "You have changed."

Xing Wuyun chuckled, "I am willing to be trapped by her. By her side, I feel more secure than ever, even though such happiness is short-lived."

Wei Zimo looked at him, "She is domineering, insidious and cunning, and likes to mess around with flowers and weeds. Isn't there few people around her? What is so good about her?

"You can feel it yourself." Xing Wuyun looked at Wei Zimo, "Don't you come here to relieve yourself?"

"Yes." Wei Zimo looked at him, "Suddenly I feel that the world is so big, and only here is my shelter."

In fact, they never expected that one day they would be left here, and then they would take root and sprout until they got old, died, and never left.

Xing Wuyun said quietly, "Who dares to touch you over the years, but she dares, you are now an exception by her."

Listening to Xing Wuyun's words, Wei Zimo coldly snorted, "She is taking advantage of the danger."

"Suitable, did she bathe for you personally?" Xing Wuyun then asked.

Wei Zimo rolled his face unnaturally, "I won't stop here."

Xing Wuyun looked at him, "Then I want to see how you deal with her."

Wei Zimo looked sideways and looked at Xing Wuyun, "Huh, you want to see my joke."

Xing Wuyun laughed quietly, tacitly, and then said, "You can rest."

Wei Zimo closed his eyes, although lying here, he was really uncomfortable.

Xing Wuyun looked at the sandalwood that had been ignited beside him, then looked at Wei Zimo, "The emperor is really considerate of you, and he knows that you like the scent of sandalwood."

Listening to Xing Wuyun's words, Wei Zimo turned his eyes, and saw the incense burner on one side, with green smoke curling up. He was startled, his eyes darkened, and then he closed his eyes, "I'm going to sleep."

Xing Wuyun laughed, and then left the bedroom.

Wei Zimo opened his eyes suddenly, remembering the scenes of Shicai, he pressed his lips tightly, his cold eyes concealed his invisible emotions.

Feng Aotian stepped into the emperor's bedroom and saw a crowd of people waiting. She then sat on the soft couch, "Where is Lu Yunxiu?"

"Master, she knows spiritual skills." Meteor stepped forward, looking at Feng Aotian and said.

"Huh?" Feng Aotian looked at the meteor, "she used spirituality?"

"Well, otherwise, how could Meteor let her escape easily." Meteor thought of Shicai's carelessness, and was depressed by Lu Yunxiu's escape again.

Feng Aotian looked at the meteor, "It seems that the master's guess is correct."

"Master, you set up this game specially to test Lu Yunxiu, she really hit the trick." Father Cat, standing on one side, handed the tea to Feng Aotian.

Feng Aotian nodded and said, "Lv Yunxiu knows spiritual skills, but it does not mean that she is a real evil person. The master only wants to kill two birds with one stone. It is a pity that the person hiding in the dark is too cunning to reveal anything. Horse feet."

"Then what happens next?" Mr. Cat then asked.

"Quietly." Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, "Lv Yunxiu liked Xing Wuyun, why did he go to assassinate Wei Zimo? There must be something the master doesn't know about."

Father Cat looked at Feng Aotian, "Master, where is the third prince?"

"Xingyun Palace." Feng Aotian looked at Grandpa Cat, "Let him be there these few days, I don't want him to demolish his palace."

Father Cat curled his lips and smiled, "Master, you are afraid that he will settle the account with you."

Feng Aotian raised his hand and looked at Mrs. Cat's forehead, "Just you talk a lot."

Leng Qianye stood on one side, looking at Feng Aotian, "The emperor, the minister will leave for the border tomorrow."

Feng Aotian looked at him, "It's okay, there have been changes in the southern part of the country, I am afraid that it will become unstable again in a few days."

"Yeah." Leng Qianye had a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. In fact, he wanted to stay longer, but he knew better that it was an eventful time now, and the border was not stable yet.

Feng Aotian looked at Lan Jingshu, Gu Yefeng and Yi Mu, "Go ahead."

"Yes, the minister retire." Lan Jingshu and the three men bowed in salute, and then retreated.

Feng Aotian looked at Father Cat, "Wait, change into clean clothes."

"Yes." Mr. Cat responded, and then entered the inner hall.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Leng Qianye, "Wait for the Lord obediently."

"Yes." Leng Qianye replied, then sat on the soft couch and watched her enter the inner hall.

Father Cat personally put on a brown brocade robe for Feng Aotian, raised his eyes and looked at her, "Master, if your behavior today is passed to the ears of the Yuluo Emperor, what will happen to him?"

"He has a deep mind. Since he agreed to make a marriage, he naturally wants to let him know that he loves Wei Zimo so much that he can block Yoyo's mouth." Feng Aotian looked at Father Cat, "These days, I'm going to get busy."

The cat nodded and said, "Master, the minion will bring you medicine."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded and stepped out of the inner hall with Father Cat, and saw Leng Qianye looking at her.

Feng Aotian stepped forward, sat beside him, and shook his hand, "After the matter here is resolved, I will go to see you."

"Okay." Leng Qianye responded with a light smile, and now he is reluctant to give up.

Xing Wuyun stepped into the emperor's bedroom and saw Feng Aotian and Leng Qianye embracing each other. He coughed dryly, "Hey, it's really lingering."

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, "Don't go to Duke Jiu's place?"

"Is the emperor afraid that the minister will disturb the two of you?" Xing Wuyun entered the house ceremoniously, and then sat beside Feng Aotian, leaning sideways, looking at her.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, "That's natural."

Xing Wuyun clutched his chest and said quietly, "The minister is injured."

Feng Aotian looked sideways, watched him pretending to be, lifted his foot, and kicked over, "Don't get out yet!"

Leng Qianye looked at Xing Wuyun and couldn't help but smiled. Xing Wuyun stood up, sighed and left the Imperial Palace.

"The emperor..." Leng Qianye looked at her and whispered.

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