This Lord is Too Cruel

Feng Aotian looked sideways and watched him walking violently and violently. He seemed to be very angry.

However, she was even proud of the bargain, "I came out so soon? Do you still want to get a kiss?"

Wei Zimo looked at her and wanted to hit her, but he stretched out his palm, but then abruptly retracted it. He sat on one side with his back facing her, "You are sure I can't do anything to you. ,is it?"

Feng Aotian listened to the helplessness in his words, and then raised his hand and tugged his sleeves. He fell into her arms. She lied to her and pressed him into her arms. Caressing the Qingsi on his chest, "I want to fight, my father will accompany you, how about you definitely relieve your breath?"

Wei Zimo looked at her, "You..."

Feng Aotian stared at him for a long while, and then said, "Well, don't you want to do something?"

Wei Zimo turned his head away from her, "What can two men do?"

Feng Aotian looked at him, "You really don't know?"

Wei Zimo bit his lip, "I can't do it."

Feng Aotian chuckled again, "Don't worry, having a master will not let you be bored."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Wei Zimo suddenly raised his hand and pushed her away before getting up.

Feng Aotian held his hand and leaned close to his face, "Are you shy?"

Wei Zimo turned his eyes and was about to refute, but saw her exposed sleeves and still eye-catching tooth marks on her arms, and then said, "Aren't you afraid of me biting you?"

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at the tooth marks on his arm, "Aren't you afraid that your master will throw you into the cesspool?"

When Wei Zimo remembered what happened this morning, he froze, got up and waved to her, "Don't you want me to fight?"

Seeing him wave his palm, Feng Aotian smiled, and then moved gently from the soft couch, and stood in the hall. Wei Zimo moved lightly, his moves were quick and sharp, and his moves were compelling, while Feng Ao Tian was still smiling, fighting with him, letting him vent.

In a short while, the two figures fell in the courtyard, then hung in the air, and in an instant, fell on the eaves, and then entangled.

Xing Wuyun and Lan Jingshu were about to go back to the bedroom. When they looked up, they saw them in mid-air. Xing Wuyun leaned on one side with his arms around his chest. It was very interesting to see, "Haha, it's really a good show. "

Lan Jingshu seemed to have been infected by Xing Wuyun's free and easy temper, but smiled and responded, "The temper of the three princes is really not small."

Gu Yefeng looked up and looked sideways, looking at Xing Wuyun, "The palace there is not your cloudless palace."

"It was a surprise from the emperor." Xing Wuyun had known the movement of the palace next door early in the morning, and naturally waited quietly for a good show.

Gu Yefeng nodded and said, "The emperor is really attentive."

In that tone, there was obviously more dissatisfaction and jealousy.

Yi Mu looked down and looked at him, "Are you jealous?"

"Who said that, how can I be jealous?" Gu Yefeng snorted and replied stiffly.

Lan Jingshu is envious of the third prince. He has a proud face, an honorable status, good skills, and capital that makes the emperor admire him. What else does he have besides showing off his talents?

Xing Wuyun looked at him comfortably. After a while, he saw two figures flying towards them. Xing Wuyun cried out and turned around quickly, intending to escape, but saw a bright yellow color that happened to fall in front of him. Then a bright red fell behind him.

Xing Wuyun smiled wryly, looking at Feng Aotian, "Haha, the emperor, how did you exercise after dinner?"

Feng Aotian also learned from him to lay his hands around his chest and raise his eyebrows lazily and comfortably, "Well, but I'm a little tired, I'll leave the next sparring to you."

Xing Wuyun hurriedly cried and said, "The emperor, the minister is still hurt, and it is not easy to get tired."

"Occasional activities will help strengthen your body." Feng Aotian said lightly.

Wei Zimo was in anger now, and he fought Feng Aotian for a long time without taking advantage. Now, seeing Xing Wuyun, there is a tendency to add fuel to the fire, and he raised his palm and waved to Xing Wuyun.

Hearing the cold wind coming from behind, Xing Wuyun hurriedly stepped away and looked at Wei Zimo, "Really?"

Wei Zimo snorted coldly, "What do you think?"

As he said, he flew towards him again, Xing Wuyun turned his eyes, looked at Feng Aotian's appearance in a good show, then sighed, bit his scalp, greeted him, and then greeted Wei Zimo.

Feng Aotian watched a goose yellow figure and a bright red figure flying out, she turned her eyes and looked at Lan Jingshu, "Let's go, have a few drinks with the master."

Lan Jingshu responded warmly, "Yes."

"The minister is a little tired, so I will leave first." Gu Yefeng replied coldly, then turned the wheelchair and left by himself.

Feng Aotian stood in front of him, holding the wheelchair with one hand, and hooking his chin with the other, looking at him condescendingly, "I have a good temper."

Gu Yefeng also followed Wei Zimo's cold snort, "The minister dare not."

Feng Aotian raised his hand and carried Gu Yefeng on his shoulders. He raised his eyes and looked at Yi Mu and Lan Jingshu, "Go to the Emperor's Bedroom and wait for the Lord."

"Yes." Seeing Feng Aotian's cold eyes, Lan Jingshu lowered his head to answer.

Yi Mu raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian's figure leaving with Gu Yefeng in a flash. He turned his eyes and looked at Lan Jingshu, "I'm sick, so I won't go."

"Okay." Lan Jingshu knows that Yi Mu's body is getting weaker and weaker in the past few days, but he just braced himself.

He then took a step, pushed Gu Yefeng's wheelchair, and returned to the Imperial Palace.

But Xing Wuyun and Wei Zimo were still fighting in the dark, and there was no intention to stop.

Gu Yefeng was so unaccustomed to being carried by Feng Aotian, he whispered, "The emperor, let him down."

Feng Aotian raised his hand, patted his ass, and said solemnly, "Be quiet, please."

"What is the emperor doing?" Gu Yefeng leaned on her firm back, obviously a little uncomfortable.

Feng Aotian continued, "I will know when I go."

After a while, Feng Aotian stepped into the courtyard. Duke Jiu raised his eyes and saw Gu Yefeng on Feng Aotian’s back. He knew why she had come, and then stepped forward, "Master, old slave has found out The source of this poison."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, then put Gu Yefeng on the soft couch and looked at Father Jiu, "You show him again."

"Yes." Duke Jiu answered with his head down, and then took out the silver needle and sat on one side with the silver needle sticking to the acupoints on Gu Yefeng's legs.

After a while, Gu Yefeng felt a hot tingling sensation in his legs. He raised his eyes, looked at Feng Aotian, and frowned.

Feng Aotian stepped forward, drew out the silk handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, "Does it hurt?"

"Yeah." Gu Yefeng nodded, "It's more painful than last time."

Feng Aotian raised her eyes and looked at Father Jiu who just looked down and didn't mean to pull out the needle. She looked at Gu Yefeng's forehead with cold sweat, her face turned pale, and then she felt a sweet throat, and a mouthful of black blood came out.

Feng Aotian hurriedly sat next to him, let her lean on her shoulders, her eyes sideways, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, raised her eyes and looked at Duke Jiu, "What's wrong?"

"The poisoning is too deep. If it is delayed for another three years or two years, it will invade the heart, and the poison will die." Duke Jiu pulled out the silver needle, only to see that the silver needle had turned black.

"Is there an antidote?" Feng Aotian turned his eyes and looked at the weak and feeble Gu Yefeng, thinking about who was so vicious and poisoned him so heavily.

Jiu Gonggong sighed, "Now we can only find a way of restraint. If we want to completely eradicate it, we must find the antidote."

"What kind of poison is in him?" Feng Aotian asked in a deep voice.

"He should know." Duke Jiu said, pointing at the shooting star outside the door.

Feng Aotian turned her eyes and saw the meteor hiding by the door peeking, her eyes sinking slightly, "Come in."

"Yes." Meteor walked in quickly and looked at Feng Aotian, "Holy Lord, look at Meteor."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, and saw Meteor take the silver needle in Father Jiu's hand, and then took the handkerchief in her hand that was stained with blood on the corner of Gu Yefeng's mouth, sniffed, looked for a long while, eyes flashed. With a touch of surprise, he then looked at her, "Holy Lord, this poison originated thousands of years ago and has now disappeared."

"A thousand years ago?" Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Feng Yinqi's thousand-year drunkenness hasn't been found yet. Why did Gu Yefeng get poisoned thousand years ago for no reason?"

"Actually, this is a kind of Gu poison, the poison that has been used for thousands of years." Meteor thought that no one in the world uses this method anymore, who is it?

Feng Aotian snorted coldly, "Do you know the solution?"

"Meteor doesn't know, but Meteor thinks, Mu Hanjin should know, if he doesn't know, Xiaobai Snake will know too." Meteor replied in a low voice.

A coldness flashed in Feng Aotian's eyes, "Well, I will ask him in person."

Gu Yefeng didn't expect the poison in his place to be so peculiar. Thousands of years ago, he was a little puzzled. What did he provoke?

Feng Aotian hugged him and looked at Duke Jiu, "First prepare the medicine to suppress him."

"The old slave is ready." Duke Jiu immediately took out a porcelain bottle and handed it to Feng Aotian, "Take three times a day, three capsules each time, and only use morning dew."

"Okay." Feng Aotian nodded, and then left the courtyard with Gu Yefeng in his arms.

Meteor looked at Duke Jiu, then slid down his legs and into his arms, hooked his neck, and looked at him, "How can you know everything?"

Duke Jiu looked at him, "There are also some people who don't know about it."

Meteor nodded and looked at him, "Have you ever drunk wine here?"

Jiu Gong-gong looked at the little devil's head in front of him, and he was close to him. It turned out to be to beg him for a drink, so he let him hold it, walked out of the courtyard, and took out a jar of wine from a corner, "It’s suitable for you." ."

Meteor hurriedly took the wine jar with one hand, then made a slight leap, and then fell to the ground, looking at the wine father, raising a brilliant smile, "Thank you."

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Duke Jiu looked at the figure leaving Meteor, the corner of his mouth slightly hooked, then turned around and returned to the house.

Feng Aotian hugged Gu Yefeng and remained silent along the way. She felt that the matter was really not easy.

When he returned to the emperor's bedroom, Mr. Cat had already prepared food and drinks. Seeing Feng Aotian's gloomy face, he quickly stepped forward, "Master, things are not going well?"

Feng Aotian carefully put Gu Yefeng on the wheelchair, "Jing Shu, send him back, and the Lord will fill it up another day."

"Yes." Lan Jingshu lowered his head and responded, pushing Gu Yefeng away.

Meteor walked in with a jar of wine happily, and saw that everyone was gone, then stepped forward and looked at Feng Aotian, "Holy Lord, are you going to the Wind Clan?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, looking at Father Cat, "Go and go, then you will return."

"Yeah." The cat nodded, he knew that it could make the master unhappy, and it seemed that the poison that Gu Yefeng had suffered was no small thing.

The meteor baby squeezed it into the arms of Mr. Cat. Seeing that Feng Aotian had already flew away, he did not forget to say, "Don't drink it secretly."

After that, he flew away and followed Feng Aotian.

Father Cat lowered his eyes, looked at the wine in his arms, chuckled, then turned around and entered the imperial palace.

Lan Jingshu pushed Gu Yefeng forward. Seeing Gu Yefeng closed his eyes, he was obviously tired. He asked in a low voice, "What can I find out?"

"Yeah." Gu Yefeng didn't expect that he was crippled by being poisoned. He really wondered, who would do it?

Seeing that he was not half happy, Lan Jingshu asked, "Can't it be solved?"

"Probably so." Gu Yefeng replied unhappily.

Lan Jingshu knows Gu Yefeng's temperament, he has always been straightforward, but when encountering such a thing, especially related to his legs, he will become abnormally silent, and it is difficult to handle it.

Without a word, he pushed Gu Yefeng to the Meixiang Palace, with the sound of fighting in his ears. He raised his eyes and looked not far away. Xing Wuyun and Wei Zimo were fighting fiercely. He couldn't help but shook his head. In the palace, the two of them are the most carefree.

Feng Aotian fell into the Feng Clan by himself, and when he walked into the house, he saw that Mu Hanjin had just finished dinner, and his complexion improved a lot. When Feng Aotian entered, his brows and eyes were slightly bright.

Feng Aotian stepped forward, sat beside him, looked at him, "Is your body better?"

"Much better than the previous few days." Mu Hanjin replied softly, but he could feel Feng Aotian's mood is not good.

Feng Aotian didn't mean anything, then looked at the meteor, "Say it."

"Oh." Meteor hurriedly stepped forward, stood beside the bed, and looked at Mu Hanjin, "Do you know anything about a thousand years ago?"

All inside. "Mu Hanjin then replied.

"You know that thousands of years ago, the Demon King from Heaven, what he is best at is Gu technique?" Meteor looked at Mu Hanjin and asked in a low voice.

"Yeah." Mu Hanjin nodded and said, "However, he died later, and the Gu technique disappeared with him. There is no detailed explanation of this Gu technique as recorded in the Historical Records of the Wind Clan."

"It seems that you can't get an answer here either, everything can only wait for the little white snake." Meteor sighed and looked at Feng Aotian disappointedly.

Listening to the sigh of the meteor, Mu Hanjin turned her eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, "My lord, what happened?"

"Gu Yefeng's leg disabilities are not congenital illnesses, but poisoning. The poison is the devil's Gu technique thousands of years ago." Feng Aotian naturally caught the point in Meteor's words. She was naturally about things thousands of years ago. Knowing, she knew the world well when she first came to this world.

"What?" Mu Hanjin couldn't help being a little surprised, "This demon king has been dead for thousands of years. This Gu technique has long been lost, and it will appear now. Why do you want to kill Gu Yefeng? This is really weird."

Feng Aotian nodded and said, "May it be that the Lord discovered in time, I am afraid that Gu Yefeng will not last three years at most."

"The devil king and the king were all in love with the holy master of the holy race, but unfortunately, the holy master wanted to become an immortal, and eventually lost the king and the demon. The devil eventually died in the hands of the holy master, and that Gu The technique also disappeared, and there are very few records of Gu technique. I only know that this Gu technique is related to the holy master of the holy race." Mu Hanjin just said roughly.

Feng Aotian looked at Mu Hanjin, "It has something to do with the Holy Lord back then?"

Meteor blinked his eyes, thinking of the saint master of the holy race thousands of years ago? However, thousands of years ago, the Saint Clan almost suffered the disaster of annihilation. It was because the Saint Lord at that time worked hard to save the Saint Clan at the cost of his own destruction. If you look for it now, I am afraid that there is no exquisiteness.

Feng Aotian came back from the sacred pool and never went there again. Now, since there is a clue about this matter, she is going back to the sacred clan.

Mu Hanjin raised her eyes, looked at Feng Aotian, then at the meteor, and then asked, "Why do you call the emperor as the Holy Lord?"

Meteor blinked and looked at him, "I like it, it's so different."

Mu Hanjin listened to Meteor’s words, but felt that the words contained doubts. He raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, “The emperor, the holy family is in Feihe country, and Feihe country has now become the land of Fengqi country. , The last time you went to Feihe Country, did you see the holy master of the holy race?"

Feng Aotian lowered his eyes, looked at Mu Hanjin, and took him into his arms, "Master will take care of this. You just need to raise your body with peace of mind."

Mu Hanjin knew that he didn't have any strength to share her worries, but he wanted to do his best. Seeing that she seemed to have an idea and plan, he responded in a low voice, "The minister understands. "

Feng Aotian stroked his cheek lightly, "Your body is more important than anything. After you get better, I am afraid that there will be many things, and the Lord will let you do it."

Mu Hanjin smiled and nodded, "Okay."

Feng Aotian asked him to lean in his arms, thinking of his talent, could it be that he guessed something?

Mu Hanjin had never doubted Feng Aotian's identity. This idea was deeply ingrained. After all, she was a man and talented since he knew her existence. He mentioned it only in thought. Since she has been to Feihe Country, she is naturally a person who has seen the saints.

Seeing that Mu Hanjin hadn't noticed, Meteor quickly turned around and let out a deep sigh of relief. Then, he turned his head and looked at Mu Hanjin, "Hey, I'll go out and see the little white snake first."

Feng Aotian nodded, "Go, but don't move."

"Yes." Meteor nodded and left quickly, for fear that it would be too late and Mu Hanjin would discover something.

Feng Aotian raised his hand and took off Mu Hanjin's clothes. He watched as the abscesses on his body had disappeared and became scarred, thinking that these scars should heal before the second death.

She stroked the wound on his body and whispered, "Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Mu Hanjin shook her head, raised her hand, and held her hand in his palm. He now has the strength to hold her hand.

Feng Aotian lowered his head, kissed his neck lightly, sniffed the faint fragrance of his body, and stroked the wound on his body with both hands.

Mu Hanjin closed her eyes slightly, feeling the tenderness she brought to herself, and her eyes were full of smiles.

Feng Aotian re-medicated him and whispered in his ear, "Hold on again."

Mu Hanjin nodded. At this time, he had reached the last moment of his first death. How could he give up? However, this second death made him even more sad.

Feng Aotian looked at the sadness in his eyes, and then said, "Master will come to accompany you every day these days."

Mu Hanjin replied softly, "With the emperor, the minister can hold it through."

Feng Aotian chuckled, "After you have recovered, you will stay by your side and you are not allowed to leave."

"Okay." Mu Hanjin nodded and responded, even if he couldn't hug her like this, he would not leave.

Meteor stood in front of the golden scroll, looking at the little white snake inside the golden scroll, with his hands lying on the table, his black eyes glowing, staring at the little white snake inside, "Little white snake, how are you feeling these days? "

The little white snake was still lying quietly in the golden scroll, without any response.

Meteor continued, "I really miss you these days when you are away. Without you by my side, life would be really hard."

Seeing that the little white snake still did not respond, he began to talk to himself, telling what had happened in the past few days.

Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, "The emperor, the third prince is here today, won't you go with him?"

Feng Aotian looked at him, "He is fighting with Xing Wuyun now, so he has no time to talk to him."

"Where is Big Brother Leng?" Mu Hanjin couldn't help asking.

"He will return to Qicheng tomorrow. Tonight, the master told him to go back to the Leng Mansion to accompany Mrs. Leng." Feng Aotian looked at Mu Hanjin, and then said, "After you are cured, you should also go back to the mansion. Go up and have a look."

"Well, I'm going to have a look." Mu Hanjin nodded and said, "How is the big brother now?"

"Last time I was almost calculated by Ling Shuangxue, I almost couldn't save it." Feng Aotian continued, thinking of Ling Shuangxue, her eyes sank, "This woman has hidden deeply, and now she is silent."

Mu Hanjin knew that nowadays, she was facing a lot of problems, but she still took time to accompany him every day, so she made him feel distressed and love her more and more.

Feng Aotian looked at Mu Hanjin, "What are you thinking about?"

"The minister is thinking, the emperor must be very busy these days." Mu Hanjin whispered, "but the minister did nothing."

Feng Aotian looked at him, "If you have something to do in the future, don't worry for a while."

Mu Hanjin nodded and said, "My lord, there are more and more people around you now, but the situation in other countries is not optimistic."

Feng Aotian looked at him, "What did you see?"

"Yeah." Mu Hanjin continued, "The minister just got the news that the two kingdoms of Caiyun are now allied with Bei Liguo and are secretly planning to attack Fengqi country."

Feng Aotian nodded and said, "My master has also received news about this matter, but my master wants to see how capable this Queen of Bei Liguo really is."

Mu Hanjin couldn't help but worry. For Bei Liguo's trusting empress, Xia Luoyan, he sent someone to investigate, but he couldn't find the slightest favorable news. The person's whereabouts were too mysterious and his mind was even more elusive.

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