This Lord is Too Cruel

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, "No matter what you do, I just want you to understand and be your best."

Xing Wuyun lowered his eyes and stared at her. At this moment, his heart seemed to be filled with warm sunshine, a warm sun named Feng Aotian. He embraced her again and whispered softly, "Okay."

Feng Aotian leaned in his arms, such a hug with warmth after opening his heart.

Standing in the restaurant, Wei Zimo looked at the two people embracing each other, and suddenly felt how harmonious and warm such a scene is. He was asking himself in a low voice, can he have it too?

She took him by the hand and flew down on the opposite side of Wei Zimo. Feng Aotian looked at him, bowed his head, held his hand, and wrapped his wrist. Yesterday, he could do this for her. She was surprised, but it also made her understand, at least, in his heart, she still has a little weight, right?

Wei Zimo felt the warmth of his fingers wrapped around him, raised his eyes and looked at her. His cold eyes were full of uncertainty. He was actually afraid. He had been guarding himself for too long, and he was very afraid of such contact and touch. , Fear that such warmth will be fleeting.

Feng Aotian squeezed his palm, stepped forward, sitting at the table, looking at the dishes in front of him, "Master is hungry."

Xing Wuyun is sitting on Feng Aotian’s side, and Wei Zimo is sitting on her other side. This is the first time Xing Wuyun and Wei Zimo have met at the same table for more than ten years. The strange feeling of speech.

Xing Wuyun looked at him, “It’s really an honor to be able to have a meal with you for the first time.”

Wei Zimo was taken aback for a moment, and said indifferently, "If you don't want to use it, don't force it."

Xing Wuyun's peachy eyes were slightly bent, picked up his chopsticks, took a bite of the dish, and placed it in Feng Aotian's bowl, and then took another bite of it, put it in his mouth, and nodded, "Well, the taste is excellent."

Wei Zimo's eyes sank, "It's not unused."

"This one tastes very good." Xing Wuyun has something to say.

Of course Wei Zimo knew what he meant, and he didn't expect that he would still sit around and eat with others like this, even though he had been in good relationship with Xing Wuyun for these years, he was still himself He has a strong sense of defense and has never eaten at the same table with him. However, this is an unprecedented first time, according to his temperament, without sacrificing a few words, and having a mouth addiction, that is not his Xing Wuyun’s style.

Feng Aotian looked at the two people in front of her bickering, which made her feel a lot more happy. He picked up the dishes and put them in their bowls, looking at them, "Eat."

Wei Zimo looked at the dishes in the bowl, silently, and just picked them up and ate them. Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and watched him put the dishes in his mouth unsuccessfully. He couldn't help but open his mouth wide, with a rare and strange appearance.

If it was in the past, letting Wei Zimo eat other people's food would be killing him, and this one would really increase his knowledge.

Wei Zimo was so uncomfortable being watched by Xing Wuyun. In this world, Xing Wuyun knew him best. Now, his unconventional behavior must have made Xing Wuyun feel incredible. After all, for more than ten years He always eats alone, washes himself, and even drinks tea alone. He has never shared anything with others.

"What do you look at?" Wei Zimo raised his eyes, and gave Xing Wuyun a rare look.

"Ahem." Xing Wuyun looked down and said slowly, "It's really a thousand-year-old iron tree blooming."

Feng Aotian twitched the corner of his mouth, and then put the vegetables in Xing Wuyun's bowl, "You can't eat and sleep, why don't you know you still talk so much?"

Xing Wuyun knew that Feng Aotian was trying to make ends meet for Wei Zimo, but he didn't plan to miss the excellent opportunity of damaging Wei Zimo, and then said, "Isn't the emperor just let the minister be his own? It’s annoying for the emperor to be yourself, hey, it’s really hard to be yourself."

The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth twitched again, and he suddenly leaned forward, kissed his lips, swallowed all his endless words in this shallow kiss, and then said, "Dinner."

No matter how much Xing Wuyun said, he was completely submerged in this kiss. He smacked the corners of his mouth, licked his lips, lowered his eyes, ate his meal in silence, and said nothing.

Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, thinking that it is true that wicked people have their own wickedness. If Xing Wuyun's mouth is opened, it will not be able to be collected. It will damage you to heaven and earth. , To be willing, and now, is it blocked like this?

Feng Aotian watched Wei Zimo holding the bowl, thoughtfully, she picked up the vegetables and put them in his bowl again, and whispered, "Why don't you eat it? Do you want him to feed you?"

Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian. The ambiguity in her words was beyond words. He closed his eyes, bowed his head, and used it silently.

When Xing Wuyun heard Feng Aotian actually say the word "hey" to Wei Zimo, he began to replenish his brain by himself. He couldn't help but imagine that Wei Zimo couldn't avoid it? Or is it uncomfortable like swallowing a fly? Thinking of this, he gave a "pouch" and suddenly burst into laughter, the laughter turned forward and backward, and couldn't stop it.

Seeing this, Feng Aotian raised his foot and kicked at him, "Do you want to let the master feed you too?"

Xing Wuyun clutched his aching stomach with laughter, burst into tears with a grinning smile, and fed Wei Zimo. This was the funniest joke he had heard over the years. He looked at Feng Aotian and waved his hands. , It's really fun.

With a sudden "bang", Wei Zimo slammed the bowl heavily on the table, then got up and wanted to turn around to leave.

Feng Aotian grabbed her wrist, she raised her eyes and looked at him, "Now she is getting more temperamental. He hasn't left the table, so he sits down and eats for him, and he is not allowed to go anywhere."

Wei Zimo lowered his eyes and looked at her, "He is like this, he can't use it."

Feng Aotian looked sideways and gave Xing Wuyun a stab eye, "Shut up and eat."

Knowing that Feng Aotian was really angry, Xing Wuyun shut up quickly and ate his head obediently, but he could still see him shaking his shoulders.

Wei Zimo sat down immediately, Feng Aotian put the vegetables in his bowl again, "eat, treat him as air."

Listening to Feng Aotian's words, Xing Wuyun quickly raised his eyes, "Has the emperor ever seen such a large block of air?"

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, ignored him, but looked at Wei Zimo with a smile, the meaning was obvious, yes.

Xing Wuyun curled his mouth, bowed his head, and stirred the food in the bowl. He felt that it was not a taste to eat. He raised his eyes, but he was slightly taken aback by the flash of pride in Shang Wei Zimo's beautiful eyes. I cursed, so you Wei Zimo, you are playing tricks with me.

Of course, Feng Aotian took the two people's careful thoughts in their eyes, but pretended to ignore them, but they felt that they were vindictive with each other in this way.

After lunch, Wei Zimo felt that this meal was particularly fragrant, while Xing Wuyun felt a little bloated.

Feng Aotian looked at Wei Zimo, "Where will I go later?"

"What about you?" Wei Zimo looked at her and asked faintly.

"Send him." Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at Xing Wuyun, with a very gentle tone.

"Yeah." Wei Zimo lowered his eyes, then got up, turned around, and entered the bead curtain without saying a word.

Seeing that he had recovered his previous noble and glamorous appearance, Xing Wuyun sneered, holding Feng Aotian's hand, and said to him, "I have been away from Beijing for a few days, don't miss me too much."

Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at him through the bead curtain, "Where to go?"

"Go and see the beauty." Xing Wuyun said briskly, still in that flirtatious and frivolous appearance.

Feng Aotian raised his hand, pressed it gently on his waist, and said solemnly, "Beauty?"

"Haha." Xing Wuyun lowered his eyes, looked at Feng Aotian, and smiled, "Of course, it's untouchable."

Feng Aotian gave a cold snort, took his hand, and left the restaurant.

Wei Zimo closed his eyes slightly, stroking the strings, and the corners of his lips hidden under the veil, but raised slightly, a gust of breeze blowing on his face, but a little more gentle than the spring breeze.

Feng Aotian sent Xing Wuyun away from the capital and stood in an open area. She looked at him, "Come back early."

Suddenly, Xing Wuyun had the illusion that he was like an ordinary husband and wife in the home of ordinary people. He was a husband working away from home. Hearing the instructions of the lady, it felt really good.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "What are you thinking about again?"

"Nothing." Xing Wuyun shook her head and whispered in her ear, "I just think it feels good like this."

Feng Aotian smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth, "If there is any situation, I will pass it back in time."

"Okay." Listening to her instructions, Xing Wuyun filled his heart with a taste called sweetness.

As he turned around, he suddenly stepped forward, gave a kiss to the corner of her lips, and then flew away.

Feng Aotian watched the goose yellow figure slowly leave. She stood there for a long time, turned around, and entered the capital.

When she walked to the restaurant, she heard the melodious sound of the piano, opened the bead curtain, and looked at the bright red figure, closing her eyes and stroking the piano, seeming to abandon all the distracting thoughts around him. There was only the touching sound of the piano in his heart. .

She leaned on the side of the bead curtain, just staring at his face quietly, with an air of isolation. After a long time, the sound of the piano stopped. He raised his eyes slightly and looked at her, his eyes facing each other, but there was something Reminiscent of the illusion of a world away.

Feng Aotian stepped forward slowly, sat next to him, raised his hand, wrapped his waist, let his head rest on his shoulder, just sat quietly like this, without much words .

Wei Zimo lowered his eyes and watched her hold his hand, giving him warmth that he had never felt before. At this moment, his heart beat abruptly, and then fell silent again. This is a kind of surpassing him. A sense of solidity beyond imagination.

"Go back?" Feng Aotian asked in a low voice.

"Okay." Wei Zimo nodded and responded softly.

Feng Aotian looked sideways, looked at him, and suddenly pressed him on the soft couch, despising him, fingertips across his waist with the fabric of the brocade robe, the vermilion lips opened slightly, and the veil touched him. With the flap of his lips, looking at him, "Except for the master who can do this to you, no one is allowed to approach you ten steps."

Hearing her domineering words, Wei Zimo felt that there was a sudden open peace in his heart. He blinked his eyes slightly, but did not speak. He only felt that the lips across the veil were very soft, and even with a slight coolness, let His mind trembled.

Feng Aotian sat up from him, took his hand, and turned his eyes, and saw that his face had been coated with a faint pink layer, and she was in a better mood because that person had been buried in her. To the deepest part of my heart.

Wei Zimo allowed her to hold his hand. She clasped his waist and flew away from the restaurant. She lifted her Yunyun sleeves to hide his face from her arms, separating him from the outside air. .

Wei Zimo's heart warmed. No one had treated him so carefully, but she had entered his heart of fleeing hastily little by little. He was resisting, but in the end he could resist, perhaps, he was longing for it. Right.

He smelled the unique fragrance of her body, his hands around her waist tightened, allowing her to fly away with her.

When the two returned to the palace, Feng Aotian took him by the hand and entered the Imperial Palace, and saw Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng sitting in the study quietly reviewing the memorial.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and stepped into the study, while Wei Zimo sat in the hall, looking sideways, watching her walking into the study.

"Have you used lunch?" Feng Aotian walked to the soft couch, looked at the two of them, and asked softly.

The two raised their eyes and followed the voice. When they saw the warm color between her eyebrows and eyes, they put down their hanging hearts and said in unison, "It's used."

"Okay." Feng Aotian stepped forward and suddenly kissed both of them on the cheek, "Master, come over later."

Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng were stunned, then they lowered their eyes, with a slight smile on their lips, and continued to review the memorials.

Feng Aotian turned around, walked to Wei Zimo's side, looked at him, "Go back to the Floating Dream Palace, or wait for the Lord here?"

Wei Zimo stretched out and shook her hand, very soft, "Send me back to the palace."

"Okay." Feng Aotian knew that he was extremely insecure, and any unfamiliar environment would make him fearful and extremely uncomfortable. The reason why he was hypnotized was only because he was afraid of strange things.

Feng Aotian took his hand and slowly stepped out of the Emperor's Sleeping Hall, just walking quietly. She looked sideways and looked at him, "Are you still used to it?"

Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at the palace in front of him, which was still strange to him. If he had been before, he would have avoided him, but why, with her by his side, he would not feel strange anymore?

He didn't know how to answer, but just responded indifferently, "Yeah."

Feng Aotian squeezed his hand, "If you are not used to it, I will walk with you more."

"Yeah." Wei Zimo hoped that she was by her side. The memory of yesterday was still fresh. At that moment, when he knew that she had an accident, his heart still hurt.

He stopped abruptly and looked at her, "Will you stay with me in the future?"

Feng Aotian smiled, "Isn't the master always with you?"

Wei Zimo shook his head and said, "It's true companionship."

Listening to what he said, Feng Aotian was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled, stood on tiptoe, and put a light kiss on the corner of his lips, "Is this company?"

Wei Zimo's complexion became stiff, then he threw her hand away, and then left, "I didn't say anything."

Feng Aotian hurriedly pulled him into his arms, "That won't work, how can you easily take it back when you speak."

Wei Zimo knew that she was deliberate. He had never said anything like this. This was already his limit. He felt the temperature in his arms, and suddenly asked violently, "How special is your chest?"

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "Huh?"

"Why is it softer than ordinary men?" Wei Zimo whispered.

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Do you want to see?"

Wei Zimo was abruptly pushed back by her outspoken words. He looked sideways, holding her hand and walking forward, "Don't look."

Feng Aotian chuckled, letting him lead her into the Palace of Floating Dreams.

Hearing the wind and rain, he stood not far away and said, "The slave has seen the emperor, Lord Hou."

Feng Aotian nodded slightly, and the two stepped into the hall, Wei Zimo let go of her hand, "Okay, I'm back, you can go back."

Feng Aotian was startled again, looking at him, "You just sent him away like this?"

"Otherwise, are you still waiting for dinner?" Wei Zimo sat down immediately, raised his eyes, and looked at her, "There are still people waiting for you in the Imperial Palace."

Feng Aotian sat casually beside him, raised his chin, and laughed, "How can you smell a jealous smell?"

"Being affectionate." Wei Zimo raised his hand, waved her hand away, raised his hand, poured tea, pushed it to her side, and poured another cup for himself.

Feng Aotian sat beside him, looking at him, with a deep smile, "Master really likes the way you wear a veil."

She couldn't help but remember that the appearance of Mr. Cat who also left with a veil last time was somewhat similar to him, especially between the eyebrows and eyes, she couldn't help but be stunned.

Wei Zimo looked sideways and looked at her as if looking at the other person through him. He suddenly put the teacup down, then turned around, "I'm tired."

Feng Aotian returned to his senses and dragged him into his arms, "It just so happens that my master is exhausted."

She hugged him, then leaned on the soft couch, put her chin on his shoulder, and closed her eyes to take a nap.

Wei Zimo looked sideways, looked at her with the same eyebrows, sighed helplessly, let her hold it, Xu was the worry of the whole day last night, did not rest all night, and rushed like this for a whole night, but now it is finally unable to hold it. Live, slowly closing her eyes, listening to her even breathing, and gradually falling asleep.

After half an hour, Feng Aotian regained her energy. She looked at him in her arms, bowed her head, drank lightly on his forehead, then got up, covered him with the blanket on the side, and stepped out of a floating dream. palace.

Wei Zimo was asleep. Although Feng Aotian's movements were very light, he was still awakened. He raised his eyes and looked at her leaving figure, raised his hand, gathered the blanket, and then closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully. go with.

Feng Aotian returned to the imperial dormitory, walked to the study, sat on the soft couch, held the royal pen, took the memorial reviewed by Lan Jing's book, and looked at it intently.

Lan Jingshu raised his eyes, just looked at her with a smile, then lowered his head and continued to be busy.

Gu Yefeng raised his eyes and looked at her, "The emperor is still willing to come back?"

Feng Aotian looked at Gu Yefeng, "Do you miss your master?"

Gu Yefeng snorted coldly, "I don't want to."

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"Really?" Feng Aotian asked in disbelief, then looked sideways, dragged Lan Jingshu into his arms, and asked in a low voice, "Do you miss your master?"

Lan Jingshu jumped down by her unexpected behavior, and was startled, and said softly, "Yes."

Feng Aotian lowered his head, printed his lips, and gently sucked in, "Really good."

Lan Jingshu leaned quietly in her arms, thinking that this kind of embrace is what he can't let go of and what he desires most. No matter what, he must guard her well.

He put his hands around her waist and leaned in her arms, reluctant to let go.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Gu Yefeng, "Hard mouth."

Gu Yefeng was noncommittal. He raised his eyebrows and continued to read the memorials, as if there was not much fluctuation in the scene before him.

Feng Aotian knew that he had recovered now. She really faced the reality and was unwilling to escape. She was relieved. After all, this pain has been torturing him for more than ten years, and she needs to go to the holy pond. , What happened that year?

Lan Jingshu leaned in her arms. After a while, she got up, picked up the royal pen, and continued to review the memorial.

Feng Aotian no longer jokes, but quietly commented with them, as if returning to the past.

Meteor came back from the place where Mr. Jiu, a little unhappy, it is strange today, how can Mr. Jiu be away? He then searched for another circle, but he didn't even see Xing Wuyun.

Feng Aotian came out from the study, watching him lower his head, "What's the matter?"

"Holy Lord, why is Duke Jiu not in the palace? Not even Xing Wuyun is there." Meteor stepped forward and looked up at Feng Aotian.

"Wuyun went south and returned home." Feng Aotian replied lightly.

"Oh." Meteor nodded, and then said, "Holy Lord, when will you go to see the little white snake?"

Feng Aotian touched his head, "Ming'er will accompany him back to Feihe City."

"Can you not go back?" Meteor asked embarrassedly, he was afraid that he would not be able to get out when he went back.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Master gives you two choices, one is to stay in the palace with the dog, and the other is to return to Feihe City with the master."

"Then it's better to be with the dog." Meteor thought that although the dog was proud, it would be more cost-effective to let him return to Feihecheng.

"Okay." Feng Aotian nodded and looked at him, "Then come and bring the dog back with the master later."

"Yeah." Meteor nodded, and when he brought the dog back, he would be cured. He still remembered what happened last time.

Feng Aotian knew Meteor's mind, but the dog was not so easy to bully, otherwise, he would not suffer such a big loss.

Lan Jingshu pushed Gu Yefeng out, Feng Aotian turned his eyes and looked at the two of them, "How is Yi Mu?"

"My body is not getting better these days, and I am still sick now." Lan Jingshu replied Wen Sheng.

"Master, go and see later." Feng Aotian stepped forward and looked at the two of them, "I have dinner with my master."

"Yes." Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng nodded.

At this time, Si Xi stepped into the bedroom and reported, "The emperor, there is a word from the Floating Dream Palace, saying that Lord Hou would invite you over for dinner."

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, thinking that he was really taking the initiative today, and looked at Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng, "Just say that I will eat here today, so I won't go there."

"The emperor, Lord Hou said, if you don't go, he will always wait." Si Xi didn't know Xiaoyaohou, who had always been cold, but now this sudden change really made him difficult to digest.

Feng Aotian thought that things were a little weird, raised his eyes, looked at Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng, "Go and see, Lord."

"The emperor, you go, the minister is fine." Lan Jingshu replied with a light smile.

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, and then walked away from the Imperial Palace.

Gu Yefeng raised his eyes and looked at Lan Jingshu, "I really have a big temper."

"Yours is not small," Lan Jingshu said while looking at him.

Meteor thought Wei Zimo was quite interesting, and hurriedly followed Feng Aotian to watch the excitement.

"Let's use it first." Lan Jingshu thought about the dishes on this table, fearing that the emperor would not come over and use it.

Gu Yefeng nodded, anyway, he is really hungry now.

The two of them just used it, Meteor followed forward, but was sent back by Feng Aotian. He bowed his head and walked in, sat at the table, looked at the two in front of him, "eat."

Lan Jingshu looked at him, "was discovered by the emperor?"

"Yeah." Meteor nodded. "If you don't look, you won't watch. I'm hungry.

He took a deep breath, justified himself, picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and started using it.

Feng Aotian stepped into the Floating Dream Palace and saw Wei Zimo sitting at the table, waiting for her.

She raised her eyebrows and walked in, "If you don't see each other in a day like three autumns, if you and your master haven't seen you for a few hours, do you miss your master so much?"

Wei Zimo sat at the table and looked at her, "I thought you would not come."

"Are you deliberate?" Feng Aotian sat beside him, whispering.

"Yeah." Wei Zimo nodded, "He is not at ease."

Feng Aotian put his hands on his chin and looked at him amusedly, with a smile at the corners of his mouth. For some reason, he looked more bright and beautiful now, and was a bit more charming than the cold and harsh in the past.

Wei Zimo also noticed the difference between Feng Aotian. He just stared at her blankly. She had been flustered since she left. Now, when she comes, he feels at ease. He can't say that this is the case. What it feels like is that she should be by his side.

"Are you calculating master?" Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and his tone became low.

Wei Zimo looked at her, "I just want you to come over."

Feng Aotian sighed quietly, looked at the food in front of him, picked up the dishes, "Well, it looks good."

"I did it myself." Wei Zimo whispered, hiding his hands in his sleeves.

"It's the first time to cook?" Feng Aotian's eyes were surprised, thinking that his fingers would not touch Yang Chunshui, so he would cook by himself? She put down the dishes, looked down, and watched him try to hide his fingers.

"Let me see." She raised her hand and raised his hands, and she saw that the originally lush white jade hand was red and swollen, and her fingertips were blistered.

She lowered her head, put his finger into her own mouth, gently sucking...

Wei Zimo's fingers trembled and wanted to close his hand, but Feng Aotian looked at him and rubbed the back of his hand lightly, "Want to be nice to my master?"

"Yeah." Wei Zimo nodded, Shicai, he had the idea that he wanted to cook by himself, so he went into the kitchen in a ghostly manner, and scared the master chef to stand in the distance, afraid to approach him. It's easy to do well under guidance.

Feng Aotian raised his hand and took him into his arms, "You, sometimes you are really a fool."

Wei Zimo leaned in her arms, he was just afraid that he was unable to retain such warmth. He was afraid that the warmth would disappear like before, and he was going to **** again. He was really afraid of the cold and loneliness. , Very scared.

Feng Aotian let go of him, picked up the bowls and chopsticks, put the dishes in his mouth, raised his eyes, and looked at him.

"How is it?" Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at her with a look of expectation.

Feng Aotian nodded, "It's delicious, I want to eat it all."

"It's delicious." Wei Zimo seemed to be relieved, then picked up the bowls and chopsticks, took a bite by himself, and put it in his mouth. As soon as he put it in his mouth, he felt a sweetness and greasy, and quickly vomited it out. Lifting his eyes, looking at her, "It's terrible."

"How come?" Feng Aotian quickly picked it up again and put it in his mouth, "Master thinks it tastes so beautiful, it's all sweet to his heart."

Wei Zimo quickly raised his hand and snatched her bowls and chopsticks away, "It's too unpalatable. Don't eat it."

Feng Ao stepped forward and wrapped around his waist. The hem of his veil raised his delicate jaw and beautiful lips. She lowered her head and printed it up, her lips and teeth entangled, sweeping the fragrance of her mouth, raising her eyes, Looking at him, "How does it taste?"

Wei Zimo looked down, reluctant to look at her, but felt that his heart was beating hard at that moment.

Feng Aotian looked at him amusedly, then picked up the bowls and chopsticks, and continued to use them, watching the sweet and sour fish turn into salt and sour fish. The taste was indeed strange, but it was sweet to her heart.

Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at her. It was obviously unpalatable, but she was eating with gusto, with her taste still remaining between his lips and teeth. He picked up the tableware again and ate silently.

Feng Aotian really swept the food in front of him, raised his eyes and looked at him, "It's delicious."

Wei Zimo put down the bowls and chopsticks and looked at her, "If you have a bad stomach, don't find me."

"No." Feng Aotian shook his head, "He is dependent on you."

Wei Zimo stood up and walked into the inner hall. Feng Aotian followed him, and then sat down. After seeing him cleans his hands, she walked over. She took the plaster and wiped it herself.

Wei Zimo just sat quietly, looking at her focused expression and gentle movements, he felt this kind of feeling, which he had not felt for a long time. He remembered that his mother and concubine loved him so much when he was a child, but later... …

Unexpectedly, the corners of his eyes were a little bitter. He raised his eyes and looked into the distance, forcing himself not to be vulnerable. However, how could his expression escape Feng Aotian's eyes? She pretended to be fine and painted him well. Ointment, "You are not allowed to cook again until the injury is healed."

Wei Zimo nodded slightly, then turned around, "You go back."

"I don't want my master now?" Feng Aotian encircled him behind him and asked him to lean against him, with his jaw resting on his neck, softly asked.

"Someone is waiting for you." Wei Zimo whispered.

"Then the master is gone?" Feng Aotian let go of him, then got up, turned and left.

Wei Zimo was still sitting, suddenly feeling a little cold on his body, but he did not look back.

Seeing him like this, Feng Aotian shook his head, and embraced him again, "Really an arrogant and stubborn temper."

Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at her, "Don't you go?"

"How do you go, Lord?" Feng Aotian sighed helplessly, just holding him like this.

Wei Zimo put his hands around her waist, so long-lost warmth made him very reluctant, he was really too scared.

Time slowly passed, Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng stopped having dinner. Seeing that Feng Aotian had not yet returned, the two looked at each other and left the Emperor's Bedroom.

The meteor walked to the dragon couch and looked at Feng Yinqi who was lying quietly, "Now, it's the most comfortable life you've ever lived."

He then lay on the dragon couch, tilted Erlang's legs, propped his head with both hands, raised his eyes, and stared at the sky in a daze.

Feng Aotian looked at Wei Zimo in his arms, "Master is going out for a while, how about coming back to accompany you later?"

"Yeah." Wei Zimo nodded and let go of her.

Feng Aotian looked at him amusedly, "You just let go when you said let go."

Wei Zimo turned his head, "If you don't go, you won't be able to go."

"Haha." Feng Aotian felt that Wei Zimo like this was too and cute. He laughed, then got up and left the Floating Dream Palace.

Wei Zimo leaned on the soft couch, staring into the distance in a daze, wondering what he was thinking.

Feng Aotian walked on the corridor and saw Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng from a distance. Her mouth was slightly hooked and her toes were lightly touched, and she fell in front of them in a flash.

Lan Jingshu looked at her in front of him, but said warmly, "The emperor."

Feng Aotian took his hand, "Have you had dinner?"

"Yes." Lan Jingshu nodded in response.

Gu Yefeng snorted coldly, "Are you going to wait for the emperor? I'm afraid I will starve to death early."

Feng Aotian raised his hand and raised his jaw, "This temper is getting more and more grumpy."

Gu Yefeng raised his hand and waved her hand away, "The minister has always been like this."

Feng Aotian raised his jaw again, lowered his head, kissed his lips, and took a bite, "Master has a way to cure you."

Gu Yefeng painfully covered the corner of his mouth, staring at her dissatisfied, but sweetness in his heart.

Feng Aotian looked at Lan Jingshu, "Master sent him back."

"The emperor went to see Yi Mu, so he said straightforwardly, he needs to take the minister as an excuse." Gu Yefeng suddenly said a mocking sentence.

Feng Aotian raised his hand and slapped him on the head, "Do you still think you can't be cured?"

"It's just another bite." Gu Yefeng disapproved.

Feng Aotian kissed his lips again when he was about to speak again. However, instead of chewing on his lips, he gently sucked in. Gu Yefeng was startled slightly. Following her deep kiss, he slightly Close your eyes and cater to her.

Lan Jingshu looked at the picture in front of him, turned his head slightly, and didn't look at it anymore. He was afraid that it would hurt to see it.

Feng Aotian left his lips when Gu Yefeng was about to gasp, and saw that he had been obedient a lot, and then looked at Lan Jingshu with satisfaction, "Go in."

"Yes, the minister retire." Lan Jingshu responded warmly, then turned around and entered Jinxuan Palace.

Feng Aotian looked at his leaving figure. She knew that among the crowd, he was the most sensible. He never competed or robbed him. In the eyes of others, he had the least sense of existence, but she knew that, in fact, His intentions are good.

Feng Aotian pushed Gu Yefeng forward, and when he saw that he hadn't spoken for a long time, he whispered, "How can it be quiet? Isn't Shicai very arrogant?"

Gu Yefeng still didn't speak, she stopped, and then walked around the wheelchair. When she saw him tightly closed her eyes and fell asleep slowly, the corner of her mouth hooked, taking off her robe and covering him. , Then got up, pushed him forward again.

When she returned to Meixiang Palace, she hugged him into the house, carefully placed him on the bed, covered the quilt, caressed his haggard face these days, and drank on the corner of his lips. It’s all disobedient."

She sighed in a low voice, got up, left the house, and walked into Yi Mu's bedroom. Looking from a distance, she saw the figure lying on the bed...

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