This Lord is Too Cruel

In the imperial palace's bedroom, the meteor lay on the dragon couch and cried loudly until the sound was hoarse, and he didn't want to stop.

Xing Wuyun sat on one side blankly, his smile diminished. He had thought that anyone could leave, but he did not expect it to be him. He went, the emperor should be very sad...

Lan Jingshu supported Gu Yefeng's wheelchair with both hands, and his ears echoed with the cat's harsh voice and the sour and jealous expression, but he alone did not dare to think what would happen to this imperial bedroom without his figure?

Gu Yefeng raised his head and didn't dare to think too much. He was afraid that if he thought too much, his heart would hurt badly. At this moment, the emperor was probably holding his cold corpse. She was so strong, once she became fragile. They can't bear it, when will she come back? Looking down at his legs, will he leave one day?

Yi Mu clasped the silk kerchief in his hand. The saddest thing in life is falling in love and not being able to stay together. Rather than making the living people feel sad, it is better for him to bear it alone.

Wei Zimo's knowledge of Mr. Cat is very shallow, it can be said that he is unfamiliar. However, looking at the person in front of him the moment he learned of his departure, his face was sad, he thought, that person should love Feng Aotian very much. Right? There are indelible traces in her heart and in their hearts.

What about him? He had thought of death. Perhaps death was a relief for him, but when he really faced such a parting of life and death, if one day, would he go? Who will remember him? Who would cry and sad for him? Will she?

After a whole night, the sky turned from dark to faint. Dawn shot into the hall with a hint of warmth, but it was difficult to illuminate their gloomy hearts.

A bright yellow figure greeted Guangxi and stepped into the imperial palace. She raised her eyes and looked at the hall in front of her. Time flies, she seemed to see a figure with a small smile at the corner of her mouth, twisting her waist, and slowly She greeted, "Master, you are back."

She stood there blankly, watching the figure shrouded in golden light, smiling so brightly, he walked towards her with broken steps, but disappeared with the beam the moment he approached her.

She tilted her head, her thin lips slightly hooked, and gently closed her eyes. Last night, she personally sent him away, and the words of Father Jiu rang in her ears, "Master, the old slave brought him back."

"Where to go?" Feng Aotian hugged him tightly, unwilling to let him go, even if he died, he would die by her side.

"The old slave takes him back to the mountain, maybe there is still rescue." Duke Jiu always stood on one side, his voice low as if to crush all her grief.

Feng Aotian's eyes were slightly startled, and he looked down, looking at the broken face in his arms and the marks on his body. He gave her everything he had without reservation, even if he tried his best. The last trace of strength.

She caressed his face, dressed him personally, gave a light kiss on the corner of his lips, raised her eyes, and looked at Duke Jiu, "Okay."

She lowered her eyes and smiled, "For these years, you have been with me, waiting for me, thinking of me, thinking of me, doing all your strength to love me, now it's time for me to wait for you and read You, thinking of you, love you so much."

She got off the bed and handed the father-in-law cat to the father-in-law in her arms, "I will wait for him, no matter how long, even in hell, I will wait for him."

Duke Jiu still looked indifferent, turning and leaving with Daddy Cat, but at the moment he left the valley, he couldn't help crying, "Even if you die, you don't want to make the master uncomfortable, let her leave a glimmer of hope."

He sighed faintly, and flew away in his arms...

Feng Aotian stood there for a long time, put on her clothes again, under the moonlight, her ink was like a waterfall, her face was like a bright moon, she was a little bit more charming in her beauty, her face was cold, and her phoenix eyes were cold. Han Guang, she raised her hand and caressed every furnishing in the thatched house, because he made everything here, and poured all his heart and love here.

She condensed her mind, stepped up, and stepped out of the thatched hut, facing her back, with a wave of her sleeve, the door of the house slowly closed, and everything he had was buried here, she walked slowly forward, Looking sideways, watching the father-in-law next to him holding her hand, with a faint smile on his mouth, walking with her, she knew that he would always be by her side.

She walked under the fallen cherry tree and squatted halfway in the place where Feng Aoyun was buried. She stroked the yellowed ground, curled her lips and smiled, "I never knew that being so deeply loved by someone was actually Such happiness, now, I finally understand what love is."

There is a person who accompanies you from an innocent age to adulthood. He gives without complaint and no regrets. He loves you with all his love and does not ask for anything. He just wants you to live happily and happily. Man, he uses his life to teach you what love is, but the word "love" is so beautiful that it hurts so much at the end.

She slowly got up, raised her eyes, and looked at the valley in front of her, where Feng Aotian’s youth was buried, her favorite people and those who loved her the most, this place brought her a green love and brought her The deep love without regrets also caused her to lose...Yes...Really lost. When you don't know how to cherish, but you don't know that the good times have been buried here. As time goes by...

Wei Zimo always stood by the window, raised his eyes, and saw Feng Aotian standing in the middle of the hall. She was still so handsome and majestic, but, why did he see sadness?

He wanted to step forward and ask, "How are you?"

However, the heavy footsteps made it difficult for him to move, he just turned sideways and looked at her...

Feng Aotian suddenly curled her lips and smiled, turned around, and stepped into the inner hall. Looking at them, she realized that when you lose, you will know how to cherish. She has lost them, but still has them. The person in front of her, her ears echoed the voice of the cat's father-in-law, "Master, don't feel lonely, cherish the person in front of you."

She took a step forward, every step she took very firmly, yes, since she gave hope to the people in front of her, why did she make them feel sad and sad? She wants to cherish what she already has, right?

She walked to the nearest Wei Zimo and looked at him in his bright red brocade robe and cold eyes. Because of the worries all day and night, she seemed a little gloomy, but he stood in front of her truly. She opened her arms, took him into her arms, pressed her cheeks to his chest, feeling the faint temperature, which she could really feel.

The moment Wei Zimo leaned in her arms, she suddenly felt that the clouds were clearing away, and his heart was trembling, trembling like never before, but more distressed. He raised his arms and stroked. She pressed her back, her voice was extremely weak, "I will be with you."

The moment Meteor stopped crying when he saw Feng Aotian, he turned up from the dragon bed, got off the dragon bed quickly, and rushed straight towards her, holding her thigh, tears streaming. Howling and crying, "Holy Lord, where is Mr. Cat? Meteor misses Mr. Cat."

Xing Wuyun got up from the dragon couch and leaned against him, just watching her hug Wei Zimo tightly. At that moment, his heart was completely broken, and his deep powerlessness made him unable to move a step, just staring blankly. Looked at her.

Feng Aotian left in Zi Mo's arms in self-defense, looked down, looked at the shooting star, leaned over, and hugged him into his arms. Seeing his eyes were red and swollen and there was still blood on the corners of his mouth, she raised her hand and held him with her sleeve. Wiped away his tears, and whispered, "Papa Cat, he will be back."

Meteor opened his eyes, sobbed, and asked softly, "Really?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "Will you wait for him with your master?"

"Good." Meteor nodded desperately, hooking Feng Aotian's neck, he knew that the Holy Lord would not lie to him.

Feng Aotian put down the meteor, stepped forward slowly, walked to Yi Mu's side, looked at him with a terrible complexion, and his thin body appeared weaker. She held his hand, the blood on the silk kerchief, There are also the knife marks on the wrist, all talking about his strength.

She took a step forward and embraced him, "Go back and rest."

Yi Mu was cold all over, but felt the warmth at this moment. He nodded slightly and made a silent distress.

Feng Aotian caressed his back, slowly released, raised her eyes, and looked at Gu Yefeng beside her. She squatted halfway in front of him, with a faint smile, "Master is back."

"Yeah." Gu Yefeng just looked at her, raised his hand tremblingly, and stroked her face without saying a word.

Feng Aotian got up, hugged him lightly, raised his eyes, and watched Lan Jingshu standing in front of her, with a gentle face like jade, cold air all over, but a faint smile abruptly pulled out.

"Come here." Feng Aotian let go of Gu Yefeng, looked at him, and said lightly.

Lan Jingshu took a step forward, just a step away. He felt that it seemed that a lifetime had passed. He opened his arms and took her into his arms actively, "The emperor, the minister will not let you alone."

Once, he thought he was doing his own part and staying beside her silently, that was enough, but now, when he thought he was going to lose her, he knew how cowardly he was. He shouldn't just hide in the corner, but bravely stand beside her and guard her well.

Feng Aotian nodded lightly, "Okay."

Lan Jingshu hugged her tightly. Father Cat is not there. He should take good care of her. Although he can never replace Father Cat, he has to do his best.

Feng Aotian let go of him, turned around, and watched Xing Wuyun standing next to the dragon couch and watching her. All night, they had experienced unprecedented fear and sorrow. While they were sentimental, they were also afraid of themselves. Go away.

She knew that he was afraid, because he had lost her once, so now he was even more afraid of losing her. He couldn't imagine that if he really lost her, he would still have the courage to live. Now, he saw her standing In front of him, walking towards him, he knew that if she was gone, he would go with her, even in hell, he would accompany her.

He took a difficult step, and then took the second step, until he took her into his arms, he didn’t know that she was still alive and standing in front of him, he never wanted to be separated from her again, even if moment.

Feng Aotian encircled his waist, sniffing the mixed blood on his body, "Master likes you to stick."

Xing Wuyun hugged her tightly. Although he was smiling, his eyes were covered with a layer of mist, "You never want to get rid of me in this life."

Feng Aotian laughed dumbly, pressing his chin on his shoulders, and he agreed.

The haze of the whole night finally dissipated, and it seemed that it had returned to normal, but only they knew in their hearts that the departure of the cat is always a hurdle in their hearts.

The soul and the dark guards hid in the dark and shed tears silently. Although the cat father Su Ri showed no words to them, they knew that he loved them. They never expected that one day, he would be better than They go first.

The news of Father Cat's departure soon reached Qicheng. Xue Ke leaned against Chu Lingtian's arms and couldn't make a sound. Jin Yao broke off the vermilion pen in her hand, the corners of her eyes were wet, but she did not dare to cry.

Mu Hanyao and Leng Qianye just stood with their hands behind them, looking into the distance.

Even though they were ready to leave on their own, they never expected that someone would leave before them. This kind of sadness was unexpected. In their hearts, Mr. Cat has an irreplaceable position. .

Wu Yueguo, Ye Meixi looked at the secret letter in her hand, shaking her hands, swaying slightly, leaning against the soft couch, closing her eyes weakly.

Feng Clan, Mu Hanjin sat on the bed, remembering all kinds of things. He knew that there were too many people around the emperor, ranging from disgust to sincere, from fear to trust, but only the cat was so pure I love her, and I can't compare to him.

In the dead of night, in the huge palace of the emperor, Feng Aotian sat alone on the soft couch. She sent all the people out. The intention was to let them rest. Only she knew in her heart that she just needed silence.

Xing Wuyun stayed in the Floating Dream Palace, reclining and lying on the soft couch, ignoring the knife marks on his wrists, nor drinking arbitrarily, just staring into the distance blankly.

Wei Zi sat not far away, stroking the strings. Now, only the sound of the piano can dissipate the sadness in his heart...

Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng sat in the study room of Jinxuan Palace, reviewing the accumulated papers over the past two days. Maybe only in this way, they would not feel that they were useless, and nothing would help her.

Yi Mu was lying on the bed. The things that happened one after another in the past few days left him exhausted, and after all, he was bedridden. He stared at the top of the sky dullly, but he was not sleepy.

The meteor hid on one side, looking at Feng Aotian secretly, and couldn't help but want to cry.

Feng Aotian raised his hand and lifted the jade pot beside him, but heard a pleasant voice, "Master, drink tea!"

She was stunned and took it habitually, only to find that her hands were empty. She then got up and walked towards the inner hall. There was still a voice in her ear, "Master, the slave is waiting for you to take a shower."

She responded, but when she stepped into the screen, it was still empty.

She turned around, walked quickly to the dragon couch, lay down on her own, and looked sideways, but she saw Father Cat leaning against her with a smile, "Master, slave accompany you to bed."

She nodded slightly, raised her hand, trying to take him into her arms, but she threw herself into the air. She was still cold next to her. She was startled for a moment, then got up and walked in the imperial palace, as if everything was everywhere. With his figure, it's scornful, grinning, jealous, playing petty, sullen, acting like a baby...

Until dawn, Feng Aotian stood outside the hall with his hands in his hands, raised his eyes, and looked at the bright sunshine. At this time, he had already prepared his washing and breakfast, and came to his side.

"The emperor..." Si Xi looked at her who was blowing a cold wind all night. He held back his sorrow and called out in a low voice. Mr. Cat had asked him earlier. At first, he thought it was Mr. Cat who was afraid of being careless. Now When I thought about it, it turned out that he had arranged everything when he left by himself.

Feng Aotian turned his eyes, looked at Si Xi in front of him, and replied in a low voice, "Huh?"

"The emperor, the minion waits for you to wash." Si Xi forcefully suppressed the crying, whispered.

Feng Aotian nodded and said, "Yes."

Then he turned around and entered the emperor's bedroom.

Meteor looked at the scene in front of him, and finally couldn't help it, hiding in a corner and crying loudly. He was too useless. At this moment, he really missed Father Cat.

After Lan Jing finished reviewing the memorial, and after a brief wash, he walked with Gu Yefeng to the Emperor's bedroom. From a distance, he saw her standing outside the hall, turning around in a daze.

The two of them looked at each other, concealed the sadness in their eyes, and walked forward.

Si Xi stood on one side, carefully waiting for her to wash, then said, "My lord, breakfast is ready."

"Okay." Feng Aotian raised his eyes, looked at Si Xi, and asked in a low voice, "Daddy Cat prepared you for it?"

"Yes." Sixi's eyes were moist, and his head hung down. "Breakfast was also learned by the minion according to the preferences of the emperor Suri."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, and then stepped up to the table.

auzw.com Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng walked in, bowed and said, "The minister sees the emperor!"

"Come over for breakfast." Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at the two in front of him, smiling softly.

The two immediately sat down, Lan Jingshu picked up the chopsticks and arranged dishes for her. Thinking of Su Ri, the cat father always stood by her side and carefully arranged dishes for her, watching her pick up dishes for them. Snorted coldly.

His hands trembled slightly, raised his eyes, and looked at Feng Aotian, "Emperor, eat more."

"Okay." Feng Aotian nodded, bowed his head, and used.

Xing Wuyun stayed up all night, but couldn't hold it back. He stood alone not far away, watching the emperor's bedroom brightly lit until dawn, while she stood outside the temple in the middle of the night without moving.

He wanted to go to comfort her, but knew that she was stronger than them, and the reason she pushed them away was just to heal her wounds by herself.

He turned his eyes and saw Meteor hiding in an inconspicuous corner crying. He stepped forward and stood in front of Meteor, "If you cry again, you really can't see people."

Meteor raised his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, "I just want to cry."

Xing Wuyun raised his hand and stroked his head, "If Mr. Cat sees you like this, he will definitely hit you."

Meteor looked at Xing Wuyun, thinking that Mr. Cat would not want to see him cry, because he was crying, then the Holy Lord would be sad, the Holy Lord would be sad, and Mr. Mao would be sad.

He held back the tears, sobbed, raised his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, "I didn't see it, you are quite comforting."

"But I can't comfort myself alone." Xing Wuyun chuckled and returned to the past free and easy appearance. He knew that none of them would forget the cat, but the day will continue, and what he can do now is just Just stay by her side and accompany her to do what she wants to do.

Meteor gave him an angry look, then stabilized his mind, twitched and looked at him, "Are my eyes swollen?"

"Look at it yourself." Xing Wuyun took out a bronze mirror from his arms and handed it to him.

Meteor took a look, and was shocked, "How can I go to see the Holy Lord like this?"

Xing Wuyun put his hands around his chest, "Anyway, I went."

As he said, he stepped forward, Meteor sucked his nose, and quickly stepped up to follow him, "Actually, you are pretty good."

Xing Wuyun looked at him, "Do you still need to say?"

The corner of Meteor's mouth curled, "It's really not humble at all."

"In my cognition, there has never been a word of modesty." Xing Wuyun chuckled his lips and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Meteor seemed to have been infected by his free and easy breath, and the depression in his heart was also dispersed a lot. Following him, he snorted, "I'm hungry."

As he said, he took a step ahead of Xing Wuyun, quickly rushed to the Emperor's bedroom, sat down beside Feng Aotian at extremely fast speed, did not even look at her, picked up the chopsticks, and gobbled it up. When he took the first bite, At first, he was slightly startled, and the corners of his eyes became moist again. This was the smell of the cat father-in-law. He sobbed softly, and then chewed sharply.

Xing Wuyun walked in, looked at Feng Aotian, smiled casually, "The emperor has no ministers by his side, how can I sleep well?"

"Not good." Feng Aotian replied immediately, she knew that he had been standing far away with her last night.

Xing Wuyun smiled more and more proudly, "Then, let the minister accompany the emperor tonight..."

"Okay." Feng Aotian nodded, then put the vegetables in his bowl, "eat more."

"I want to eat more." Xing Wuyun picked up his chopsticks and responded with a smile.

Feng Aotian picked up the vegetables and put them in the bowls of Gu Yefeng and Lan Jingshu, "Eat more."

"Yes." The two nodded, using quietly.

After Meteor finished his breakfast, he ran out, Feng Aotian didn't ask much, but went to the morning dynasty.

These days, because of Feng Aotian rushing back and forth, he did not go to court for a long time, but the hundred officials are still in order, and there is no slack. After all, in their opinion, the Fengqi country today is slowly becoming stronger. .

Feng Aotian swept across the court officials coldly, and now the court was completely new. She thought about seeing the languid court since the beginning, which was completely different from the present one, she couldn't help sighing in her heart.

After the early court, Feng Aotian went back to the imperial palace, Xing Wuyun took off the goose-yellow brocade robe and put on the official robe of the guard leader, but he couldn't hide his handsome and free spirit.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "What is the wind blowing today?"

Xing Wuyun knew she was teasing him, and didn't care, but sat beside her, "It's not the northwest wind anyway."

Feng Aotian gave a low laugh, raised her hand, hugged him, and leaned her head on his shoulder, only to realize that his shoulders were so wide in the official gown. She looked sideways and looked at him. Reward you."

Xing Wuyun lowered his eyes, with a public smile at the corner of his mouth, "How to reward?"

"Reward you to accompany him out." Feng Aotian leaned slightly, lowered his head, and bit his lip, but the smile of Father Cat appeared in her mind. Her eyes sank. She never expected that she would be so. Missing someone, she is not a cruel and merciless person.

She closed her eyes slightly and deepened the kiss, deep and lingering, as if she wanted to crush the person in front of her.

Xing Wuyun caters to her, if this makes her feel better, he is willing.

Feng Aotian leaned in his arms, playing with his slender fingers, "Why don't you know, you are becoming more obedient now?"

Xing Wuyun hugged her, "Good-looking?"

Feng Aotian stopped talking, but leaned in peace of mind. At this time, she needed someone to accompany her.

Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng went to the Imperial Court as usual. Feng Aotian changed into a silver brocade robe, and took Xing Wuyun away from the palace, and the two went straight to Furong Pavilion.

Xing Wuyun looked at the Furong Pavilion in front of him, with a faint smile between his eyebrows, "It really feels like revisiting the old place."

Feng Aotian took him by the hand, and the two of them went to the fourth floor on their own. In a long time in the future, this place has changed its appearance, but he still feels very familiar, because this is the place where he and her first met. .

Xing Wuyun lay down on the recliner comfortably, turning his eyes to watch Feng Aotian looking at the account book in his hand. He looked sideways, but saw the bright red figure in the restaurant opposite, his peachy eyes were slightly raised, looking at Feng Ao. God, "Someone is free to come and go."

Listening to Xing Wuyun's words, Feng Aotian raised his eyes and saw Wei Zimo standing by the window looking at her.

She smiled faintly at the corner of her mouth and looked at Wei Zimo, "Come here."

Wei Zimo always stood opposite, unwilling to get up, just looking at her.

Feng Aotian closed the account book, then got up, flew towards him, but felt that his skill was higher than before. In this way, the hidden discomfort in his heart surfaced again.

Seeing the melancholy flashing between her eyebrows and eyes, Wei Zimo tapped his toes lightly, flew up and stood on the eaves of the restaurant.

Feng Aotian fell in front of him, "Don't you like to come out?"

Wei Zimo did not answer, but took a step forward and suddenly took her into his arms, "What I said yesterday is not a lie to you."

Feng Aotian remembered that he had said last night that he would accompany her. With a thought, she put her hands around his waist, that is, the sun shining on the two of them for the past five days was very warm.

Xing Wuyun picked up the tea cup next to him, took a sip, looked at the scene of the two people embracing each other, the corner of his eyes was stabbed, and the corner of his mouth twitched, as if he was receiving something.

Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun on the opposite side. There was a heavy touch in his eyes, and there was a firmness, as if he had made up his mind.

Feng Aotian was so embraced by Wei Zimo, she could clearly feel the cold air radiating from him, she stroked his back lightly, "If this continues, she must be fainted."

Wei Zimo let go of her, "accompany me to lunch."

"Okay." Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "However, I still have things to do."

"Well, I'll wait for you." Wei Zimo held his waist, flew and fell in front of Xing Wuyun, then turned and fell into the restaurant.

Xing Wuyun clicked the corner of his mouth and looked at Feng Aotian, "My lord, the wind blows so strange today."

Feng Aotian immediately sat beside him, "Master also feels that this autumn can actually blow the spring breeze."

Xing Wuyun leaned slightly to his side, with a pair of peach blossom eyes glowing with fascinating charm, and the corners of his mouth tilted to one side, "Which spring breeze does the emperor like?"

"I like it all." Feng Aotian lifted his chin and drank lightly on the corner of his lips.

Xing Wuyun chuckled, "The emperor has become more able to speak."

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Master always speaks and hurts people even more."

Xing Wuyun thought that he was really coquettish at the moment, and then sat up, and then gently tugged, Feng Aotian fell into his arms, and the two of them lay in the recliner like this, and he took a tablet beside him. The grapes were peeled and put in her mouth.

Feng Aotian picked up the account book beside him, enjoying his rare attentive service. After reading the account book, he raised his eyes and looked at Cuiyun on one side, "What special things have happened these few days?"

Cuiyun was also sad in her heart. However, she did not expect the master to come. Seeing her impermanence, her heart became more and more sad, and she could only endure as much as she could, and whispered back, "Master, everything is normal these few days, but Nan returned home Something strange happened."

"What's the matter?" Feng Aotian asked himself.

"The guests who came to Furong Pavilion these days all exudes a strange smell, and the girls who served them either fell ill the next day or developed a rash." Cuiyun replied in a low voice.

Feng Aotian's eyes sank, "Can you find out the whereabouts of those people?"

"The slave and maid sent someone to investigate. After those people left, they never appeared or left the city, as if they had evaporated from the world." Cuiyun replied in a low voice.

"Immediately close the Furong Pavilion, gather all those who are unwell, and the girls who have served them, and isolate them." Feng Aotian's eyes dimmed. If she hadn't expected these women, they should have had syphilis. .

Cuiyun quickly responded, "Master, are they?"

"Well, those people must have come prepared. It seems that the Southern Return Country has been moving and discovered the Furong Pavilion." Feng Aotian narrowed his phoenix eyes, and then got up. If it used to be, she could still send Mr. Cat to see. Look, but now...

"The emperor, the minister, go and see." Xing Wuyun got up, looked at her, and whispered.

"You know how to heal?" Feng Aotian looked at him, and then said, "It's inappropriate for you to appear in Nanhui now. If someone finds out, I don't want you to take risks."

Xing Wuyun shook her hand, "The emperor knows the ability of the minister, and the minister can handle this matter."

Feng Aotian knew that now that he can take the initiative to take the responsibility for her, she should be happy to see it, right? She squeezed his hand, "Okay."

Xing Wuyun raised his hand and embraced her in his arms. Maybe he should be who he is and support her, instead of just hiding and escaping. He hoped that he could be in time when she needed him. To help her.

Feng Aotian hugged Xing Wuyun tightly. Perhaps, at this moment, she could understand their hearts and understand that what is meant by caring and giving without complaint, she is also flesh and blood, not the one who knows that they will fall in. Still a cold-blooded person bystander.

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