This Lord is Too Cruel

The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, and his fingertips slid across his back, "Master still has the strength to eat you."

The corner of Gu Yefeng's mouth raised slightly, "Now?"

Feng Aotian was startled at first, then raised his jaw, "Are you suspicious of the Lord?"

Gu Yefeng raised his eyes and looked at her, his moderately thick lips pressed slightly, "Dare the emperor dare?"

She narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly, with a breath of deterrence, and the strength around his waist was getting heavier, as if she was about to break his waist, but Gu Yefeng looked at her unchanged.

"See if you dare." Feng Aotian said, and suddenly hugged him, then flew away from the study, entered the inner hall, and threw him on the dragon couch.

Lan Jingshu watched the bright yellow curtain fall. He raised his eyes and looked at Yi Mu, "What's wrong with him today?"

"Jealous." Yi Mu raised his eyes, looked at him, responded softly, lowered his eyes, and continued to review the memorial.

Lan Jingshu only reacted now, only because Gu Yefeng was a little abnormal today, he couldn't help but smile, and then continued to get busy.

Feng Aotian stood next to the dragon couch, raised his hand, untied his winding jade belt, looked at Gu Yefeng who was lying down, rolled up his own cloud sleeve, and then sat beside him, "You know what's wrong?"

Gu Yefeng raised his eyes and looked at her, his arms like lotus roots were exposed, his robes scattered randomly, his fingertips pressed against his heart, and his voice was a bit charming, a bit idle, and a bit chilly.

"The fact that the minister said." Gu Yefeng replied stiffly, with a faint fever in his heart.

The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth smiled deeper and deeper, her fingertips slowly moved down from her heart, and with a light hook, she untied his belt, then turned him over, and heard a "pop", Gu Yefeng Can't help but yell, "Ah!"

Lan Jingshu and Yi Mu in the study heard the crisp sound, raised their eyes, glanced at each other, and continued to review the memorial with a low smile.

Gu Yefeng never thought that Feng Aotian would dare to...slap him?

Feng Aotian raised his hand, looked at him, and asked in a deep voice, "Do you know what's wrong?"

"The minister is right." Gu Yefeng climbed on the dragon couch and replied.

The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth twitched slightly, and then raised his hand, "pop" with another crisp slap.

Gu Yefeng shouted quickly, regardless of whether anyone heard it.

"Do you know it's wrong?" Feng Aotian lowered her head and looked at her **** with two slap prints. The corners of her mouth evoked an evil smile.

Gu Yefeng bit his lip and shook his head, "The minister is right."

Feng Aotian then raised his hand and slapped fiercely again. This sounded even more crisply, "You know what's wrong?"

She slapped patiently and asked once.

Gu Yefeng continued to shake his head, "Chen...Yes..."

Feng Aotian gave a cold snort, lowered his head slightly, opened his mouth, and took a bite on his ass.

"Ah!" Gu Yefeng shouted louder this time, how could he bite in that place?

He looked sideways and looked at Feng Aotian, his face was dyed with a layer of red frost, which looked very attractive.

Feng Aotian raised his head slightly and looked at him, "You know what's wrong?"

Gu Yefeng bit her lips tightly without speaking, but her heart beats like a drum, she actually...

Seeing that he was silent, Feng Aotian lowered his head again, and wanted to bite down...

"The minister knows what's wrong." Gu Yefeng hurriedly stopped, and asked her to bite again. He was afraid that she would be tossed to death.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a sly smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "My master dares to disobey, now he is bolder."

Gu Yefeng was blushing now, her lips pressed tightly without saying a word, just turned her head away, not looking at her.

Feng Aotian looked at him amused, then got up, took the plaster, sat down, put the medicine on him, and said in a low voice, "Isn't Shicai still having sharp teeth and mouth, has he become so obedient now?"

Hearing her voice, Gu Yefeng simply closed his eyes. What appeared in his mind was the image of her biting his butt. He quickly raised the soft pillow and put it on his head, really ashamed.

Feng Aotian watched his movements, raised his voice and laughed, and then said, "I'm afraid you will be lying on your stomach these few days. If you sit for a long time, it will hurt."

Gu Yefeng sullen his head, and if he does not go back to her, it is too late to regret.

Feng Aotian stepped forward, sat beside him, then hugged him into his arms, aside the soft pillow in his hand, and Gu Yefeng closed his eyes tightly and did not look at her.

Feng Aotian lowered his head and kissed his lips, "It's still softer here."

Gu Yefeng raised his hand and wanted to push her, but he met her with a smile on his eyes, quickly looked down, leaned in her arms, and whispered, "The emperor, the minister just wants to be by your side for more time."

The smile at the corner of Feng Aotian's mouth narrowed, and he lowered his head, rubbing his cheek, "You have a lifetime to be with you."

Gu Yefeng chuckled and put his hands around her waist, "It would be fine if the minister can go, so that he can accompany you at any time."

"When did you become sentimental?" Feng Aotian nodded his nose and smiled low.

Gu Yefeng calmed his mind, raised his eyes, and looked at her, "The emperor will not be able to do things like talents in the future."

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and said softly in his ear, "Master only uses you."

Gu Yefeng turned his head unnaturally, with a smile at the corner of his mouth, "Isn't the emperor going to travel far?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "Reluctant to bear him?"

"Who can't bear it?" Gu Yefeng quickly changed his expression.

The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth curled, and then he hugged him and walked outside the hall.

Gu Yefeng leaned in her arms, stepped out of the inner hall and walked to the study. He sat back on the soft couch again, then picked up the imperial pen and silently commented on the memorial.

Lan Jingshu and Yi Mu are naturally tacit and did not mention them.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Yi Mu's complexion, which looked much better than her in those few days, and then left the study.

After Feng Aotian left, Lan Jingshu set his gaze on Gu Yefeng, "Suitable is really loud."

Gu Yefeng raised his eyes and looked at him, naturally knowing how loud the voice of a talented person is. He glared at him fiercely, then bowed his head and continued to review the memorial.

Yi Mu chuckled, "It's true that wicked people have their own wickedness."

Gu Yefeng lifted his eyes and went wild in an instant, "Who do you think is the villain?"

Yi Mu coughed, looked sideways, and looked at him, "Angry?"

"Humph." Gu Yefeng snorted coldly, then lowered his eyes without saying a word.

Yi Mu glanced at Gu Yefeng, thinking that he would definitely be cleaned up, smiled at Lan Jingshu, and then stopped teasing him.

Feng Aotian went to the courtyard by himself. At this time, it was afternoon, in the quiet courtyard, standing in the courtyard, wearing a snow-white brocade robe, basking in herbs, his expression indifferent and elegant.

But Xing Wuyun was bent over, brushing the jar on the side, with a goose-yellow back, he was still so flamboyant.

Feng Aotian stepped up and entered the courtyard. No wind just raised his eyes and collided with her gaze. He smiled lightly and seemed to say hello.

Feng Aotian nodded slightly and stood beside him, "Is it used to living in the palace?"

"It's okay." Wufeng replied lightly. Following her handsome face, he saw the hickey on the neck. He chuckled, "The emperor is very comfortable these days."

Feng Aotian's eyes were calm, and he responded with a smile, "Naturally, he wants to be better to the people around him."

Wu Feng listened to her, his eyes lightened slightly, and he was about to speak, when he heard Xing Wuyun's voice not far away, "The emperor is here to visit the minister?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, stepped past the wind, stepped forward to his side, squatted beside him, saw his corner sweating, she took out the silk kerchief and wiped him gently.

Xing Wuyun smiled at the corner of his mouth, put down the jar in his hand, raised his water-stained hands, and looked at her.

With a low smile, Feng Aotian picked up the silk kerchief, dried the water on his hand, and took his hand to get up, Xing Wuyun leaned weakly against her arms.

Feng Aotian looked at him and couldn't help frowning, "Don't you want to be like this?"

Xing Wuyun leaned in her arms, raised his eyes, glanced at Wufeng, and then said, "No problem, Junior Brother said, the minister can move appropriately."

Feng Aotian held his hand and grasped the pulse condition. The pulse condition was stable. However, there was still some weakness. She nodded slightly, "Well, although it is possible to move, it should be moderate. When the master comes back, I can't see you. A sickly look."

Xing Wuyun's peach blossom eyes showed a charming light, "Is the emperor going to see Xuanyuan Yu?"

The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, "It seems that the people around him are getting more jealous."

Xing Wuyun leaned on her, and the two slowly walked forward until they reached the reclining chair. Feng Aotian helped him to lie down, sat beside him, and looked at him with a smile.

"The emperor dare to say that it has nothing to do with him?" Xing Wuyun looked at him and said in a low voice.

"Something is going to happen." Feng Aotian nodded quietly.

"The emperor speaks the truth?" Xing Wuyun squeezed her hand, his tone was gloomy, but the smile in the corner of his eye became deeper and deeper.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "The Lord speaks naturally."

"Is the emperor going alone?" Xing Wuyun asked immediately.

"Wei Zimo accompany him." Feng Aotian looked at him, "It's a pity, you have to raise your body, otherwise, the master will let you go."

"You mean, I'm a backup?" A cold voice sounded, and a bright red figure slowly walked towards her.

Feng Aotian raised her eyes, and when she saw Wei Zimo's eyes shining coldly and looking straight at her, she turned her eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, "Have you ever said that?"

Xing Wuyun just laughed and said nothing, just holding Feng Aotian's hand and playing with it boredly.

Wei Zimo stood behind her, as if a cold light completely blocked the strong sunlight, he stared at Feng Aotian's back, "Why not speak?"

Feng Aotian turned around and looked at him, "What about you?"

Wei Zimo leaned slightly, lowered his head, and kissed her lips. Although he was behind the veil, he could still feel the softness of his lips and the anger sprayed between his nose.

Feng Aotian's eyes darkened slightly, thinking that his temper was really hot. He said that he turned his face, but he was still so domineering, which really made her a little bit confused.

Xing Wuyun sat on the recliner in his spare time and watched Wei Zimo kiss her in front of him. He curled his lips and smiled deeply.

Wu Feng also did not expect Wei Zimo to have such a slutty side. He turned his eyes, and when he saw the smile in Xing Wuyun's eyes, he quickly turned around. What drama is being staged now? Do two men win one boy?

He has only heard of two men being jealous for one woman, but he has never seen two men competing so hard for one man.

Wei Zimo left Feng Aotian's lips, and then held her hand in his own, before taking her away.

Xing Wuyun always held Feng Aotian's other hand, and the two stood in a stalemate.

Feng Aotian couldn't help having a headache. Turning his eyes, he glanced at Xing Wuyun, raising his head slightly, looking straight at her, and then at Wei Zimo who was aside, staring at her with a gloomy face.

Feng Aotian's eyes sank, and then with a light movement of her wrists, she pulled her hands out, then stood up, staring coldly at the two people in front of him, "Extend your hands to the master."

The two glanced at each other, then looked at Feng Aotian's expression with a cold face, and Feng's eyes were even more deterrent. Xing Wuyun knew that she was really angry.

Wei Zimo looked at Feng Aotian like this, and then turned around, striving to walk, Feng Aotian said solemnly, "If you dare to take a step, you should never show up in front of him."

Wei Zimo turned around, looked at her, pursed the corner of his mouth, and whispered, "Are you telling the truth?"

Feng Aotian's eyes sank, "Does the Lord have anything to say that doesn't count?"

"You clearly said that you like my temper. Is this also false?" Wei Zimo couldn't help asking.

Feng Aotian stood on the spot, looking at him, "Master can spoil your temper, but can't be used to you."

Wei Zimo lowered his eyes, then slowly approached her and stretched out his hand. He has never sighed like this before, "What do you want to do?"

Looking at his obedient appearance, Feng Aotian became more and more affectionate. She turned her eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, "How about you?"

Xing Wuyun raised his eyebrows and stretched out his hand indifferently.

Feng Aotian raised his hands, aimed at both of them at the same time, and slapped them down fiercely, only to hear two clear applauses, "pop!" resounded across the sky.

Wufeng stood by and watched the good show. When he saw Feng Aotian like this, those two slaps were really not light. If they slap, not only their hands will swell, but they will also hurt themselves.

Wei Zimo felt a burning pain from his palm. He raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, obviously a little surprised. For the first time, someone dared to hit his palm.

Xing Wuyun's palm was still lying flat. Although it hurts, her heart was warm. When she slapped her second slap, Xing Wuyun quickly shook her hand, "Are you making me feel bad?"

Feng Aotian said solemnly, "Let go!"

Xing Wuyun held on, "I'll fight it myself."

Feng Aotian's face was expressionless, his eyes were serious, and the whole body exuded a sense of awe. He lowered his voice again, "Let go!"

Seeing her like this, Xing Wuyun felt more painful in his heart. What he was doing, he really did not live for himself, he said helplessly, Feng Aotian looked sideways, watching Wei Zimo staring at her blankly.

She then raised her hand, and struck again firmly. It was very loud one after another, and after ten full blows, she gave up, her palms were swollen, and her fingers were shaking.

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Feng Aotian looked at the two of them, "If this happens again next time, I will kill you alive."

Xing Wuyun got up from the reclining chair, completely ignored the pain in her palm, but raised her other hand, raised her hand, and looked at the swelling of her palm, his eyes filled with distress, "Compared with this, You should kill the minister."

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "Do you really think that you dare not bite you?"

Xing Wuyun smiled irritably, "How few do the emperor bite?"

Feng Aotian curled his mouth slightly, lowered his head and looked at his palm, "Master is punishing you."

Xing Wuyun gave a low laugh, raised his hand, and took her into his arms, "The emperor, this is to let the minister know what distress is."

Feng Aotian condensed his cold face, and a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "I know that it hurts now?"

Xing Wuyun nodded and said, "The minister will not be careful in the future."

Feng Aotian wrapped his arms around his waist, "Everything must be adequate."

Wei Zimo stood aside, looked at Feng Aotian, always raising his hands. He never knew that he was really heartbroken. Every time she hit his hand, it hurt his heart.

Feng Aotian left Xing Wuyun's embrace and looked at Wei Zimo, "Have you been stupid?"

Wei Zimo looked at her and whispered, "It hurts."

Feng Aotian didn't care about the swelling and pain in his hand, holding his swollen palm in his hand, and whispered, "Does it hurt?"

"Yeah." Wei Zimo nodded, feeling distressed.

Feng Aotian turned his eyes, and saw Wufeng had already walked over with the ointment for removing blood stasis and swelling, she took it, applied the ointment on his palm, and blew it gently.

Wei Zimo just froze in place, watching her gentle movements and the pain in his eyes, he stepped forward and took her into his arms, "What the **** should I do with you? Are you thinking Does it make me feel bad?"

Feng Aotian leaned in his arms and smiled lowly, "Lord frightened him."

Wei Zimo just hugged her tightly, so that he felt that his heart would not hurt.

Xing Wuyun stood on one side, looking at Wei Zimo like this, a touch of sadness flashed in his eyes, maybe only he could understand how much pain Wei Zimo felt at this moment.

Wufeng stood on one side and looked at Xing Wuyun, "Brother, do you want medicine on your hand?"

Xing Wuyun took the ointment in his hand, bowed his head, looked at his palm, smiled at the corner of his mouth, "I'm injured, I can't brush the jars these days."

The corner of Wufeng's mouth clicked, "My ointment has a miraculous effect on removing blood stasis and swelling. I guarantee that once tonight is over, your hands will be restored."

When Wufeng said, Xing Wuyun was already on the medicine. He raised his eyes, looked at Wufeng, and gritted his teeth, "You are calculated."

No wind said indifferently, "Senior brother, don't wronged the kindness of the brother."

Xing Wuyun smoothly put the ointment into his arms, then raised his eyes and looked at Wei Zimo, "When will you hold it?"

Wei Zimo reluctantly released it, lowered his head, looked at Feng Aotian's hand, took the ointment on her hand, raised her swollen palm, and applied the medicine.

However, his own palm is now swollen and painful, and he kindly stepped forward, keeping a distance from Wei Zimo, and said, "Or, let me take medicine."

"No." As soon as his voice fell, two voices sounded deafening.

Xing Wuyun and Wei Zimo raised their eyes and fixed their gazes on Feng Aotian's body. Each of them held Feng Aotian's hand, bowed their heads, and gave her medicine.

The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, she looked at the two people in front of her, and then looked at helplessly shrugging her shoulders, she couldn't help but smile.

Although the two of them occasionally compete secretly, but at critical moments, they will still be unanimous.

After the drug strike, Feng Aotian was helped by Xing Wuyun and Wei Zimo to leave the hospital.

No wind looked at the three people who left, with a faint light flashing in their indifferent eyes, then turned around, and continued to busy with the medicine.

Feng Aotian looked at the two people who were carefully supporting her on the left and right. She was a little funny. She hurt her hand, not her leg. Is it necessary?

The three of them walked slowly to the emperor's bedroom, and saw Lan Jingshu and the others had just finished reviewing the memorial. Seeing that they were helping Feng Aotian to come back, they thought something was wrong with her, and hurried forward.

Lan Jingshu asked nervously, "The emperor, what's the matter with you?"

"It's okay." Feng Aotian looked at Lan Jingshu, raised his arm and put it down.

Xing Wuyun quickly helped her again, "How can it be okay, the minister will help you sit down."

"Don't move around." Wei Zimo said coldly.

Lan Jingshu looked at Feng Aotian, then at the expressions of Wei Zimo and Xing Wuyun, and then lowered his head, only to see that Feng Aotian's open palms turned blue and purple.

He hurriedly stepped forward, holding Feng Aotian's hands in his palms, "My lord, your hands?"

Feng Aotian looked at Lan Jingshu, "It's okay, but it's swollen, and the swelling will disappear tomorrow."

Gu Yefeng pushed the wheelchair forward, looked at her palms, and looked at Xing Wuyun and Wei Zimo. From his direction, he could see that the palms of the two were also red and swollen. He seemed to understand it, and he couldn't help but snorted. With a sound, he pushed the wheelchair to the side.

Feng Aotian looked at Gu Yefeng, thinking that he must have guessed it. With the support of Xing Wuyun and Wei Zimo, she just sat on the soft couch. Lan Jingshu sat next to her first, poured water, and fed it herself. she was.

Feng Aotian lowered his head, took a sip, then raised his eyes, and saw Wei Zimo staring coldly at Lan Jingshu, while Xing Wuyun had already sat down beside her.

She couldn't help but feel a headache. Now she has no strength to hit someone with her hands. She read Lan Jingshu and said, "Go and prepare dinner, Lord is hungry."

"Yes." Lan Jingshu replied, then got up and left.

Gu Yefeng was still sitting in a wheelchair, but he kept staring at her hand, and then he remembered his **** again, and it still hurts now.

Wei Zimo always stood by her side and whispered, "I'm going back first."

Feng Aotian knew that he didn't like being crowded or touching people, so he nodded and said, "Go get ready."

Wei Zimo nodded, and then stepped out of the Imperial Palace.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Gu Yefeng, "Come here?"

Gu Yefeng ignored her, instead staring at her, "The emperor is addicted to beating."

Feng Aotian replied in a low voice, "Well, but I only bit you..."

Hearing this, Gu Yefeng hurriedly pushed forward in his wheelchair, waited in front of Feng Aotian, and looked at her, "What is the emperor's order?"

Feng Aotian chuckled, "It's just to let you stay closer."

"Chen Zongzhi!" Gu Yefeng's voice was deep and deep, and the sound of teeth grinding could be vaguely heard.

Xing Wuyun stood on one side, looking at Feng Aotian, "Did the emperor do anything to him?"

Feng Aotian turned his eyes, looked at him, and said in a low voice, "Naturally it was to him..."

"The emperor, the minister is thirsty." Gu Yefeng hurriedly raised his voice to stop.

Seeing Gu Yefeng so nervous, Xing Wuyun knew that it must be interesting. He looked at her with a deep smile, "The emperor, the minister, don't know, otherwise, Master Gu will hit the wall shyly."

Feng Aotian responded with a smile, "Yes."

Gu Yefeng quickly took the cup she had drunk next to her in his hand, bowed his head, and poured it violently.

Yi Mu looked at Gu Yefeng's panicked look, and then at the smile implicit in Feng Aotian's eyes. There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and a light of relief flashed in his eyes.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Yi Mu, "Although his body is better, I still need to rest more."

"Yes." Yi Mu nodded, then stepped back to one side.

Lan Jingshu walked in and saw that the atmosphere in the hall was weird. He stepped forward and sat next to Feng Aotian, "The emperor, dinner is ready."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, then got up, and a group of people walked to the table and took their seats.

Lan Jingshu stood beside Feng Aotian and arranged vegetables for her, while Xing Wuyun was holding the vegetables and feeding her himself.

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, watching Xing Wuyun take such initiative, and couldn't help but jokingly asked, "Is it necessary to let the master feed you?"

Xing Wuyun was startled slightly and smiled openly, "The emperor really understands the minister."

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, then opened his mouth, and bit the vegetable in his hand into his mouth, slowly chewing.

Lan Jingshu looked at Feng Aotian, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, quietly putting the vegetables in her bowl.

Although Feng Aotian's hands were red and swollen, due to her character, she held the chopsticks and used it for herself.

A small figure rushed in, watching them have started to eat, and hurried over, "Holy Lord, why didn't you wait for the meteor?"

Feng Aotian looked sideways, watching him holding a water bag, and then asked, "What did you do?"

"Go to find the holy spring." Meteor said, turned around, poured a bowl of water from the water bag, and then gave it to the dog.

The dog raised his eyes and looked at the shooting star with sweating, his cheeks were flushed, and he was panting. Looking at it, he bowed his head, looked at the spring water in the bowl, his eyes lit up, and then stuck out his tongue. Licking quickly.

Meteor raised his sleeves, wiped a handful of sweat from his forehead, then turned around, made a light leap, and sat on the table, quickly scooping a bowl of soup, and slurped.

Xing Wuyun watched Meteor really go looking for the holy spring, and couldn't help sighing. This little devil's stand was so firm at the beginning. He didn't expect it to be so easy, so Wu Feng was taken down.

Wei Zimo returned to the Palace of Floating Dreams alone, sitting on the soft couch somewhat desperately, and all that appeared in his mind were the pictures of her hitting his palms one after another, and the words she had said, vividly, let Her heart couldn't help shaking.

He raised his eyes and looked at the sky outside the palace, but there was a trace of sadness in his heart that he had never felt before. He whispered, "Bring wine."

Listening to the wind whispered, "Master Hou, don't you eat dinner first?"

Wei Zimo waved his hand, "I want to be quiet."

"Yes." Listening to the wind, he hurried to prepare the wine.

After a while, Listening to the rain walked in with the wine and vegetables, prepared for himself, and retired.

Wei Zimo slowly got up, sat down at the table, poured a glass of wine, raised his head and drank it, his expression looked very lonely.

In Qicheng, Xue Ke received the news from Feng Aotian and told her to rush to the country of Xuanmo first and wait for her in the Furong Pavilion.

Jin Yao was a little worried about her, and couldn't get out of her body. He could only let the dark guard look at her secretly, and couldn't let her move her fetus.

Leng Qianye and Mu Hanyao have been at the border for the past few days, re-arming, and they have been busy for ten days before they have a moment of rest.

"Which step will the emperor take next?" Leng Qianye asked while looking at the maps of other countries, raising his eyes and looking at Mu Hanyao.

"It should be Nan Huiguo." Mu Hanyao said while looking at the territory in front of him, pointing to Nan Huiguo.

"However, now that Nan returns to the country, Le Qiguo is secretly assisting, and Nan Yu has many good soldiers. He should have been prepared." Leng Qianye lowered his head, watching Nan return to the country, and then said, "If you really want to attack, you should Where to start?"

"The emperor should go to Xuanmo country these few days, and I don't know what's going on there." Mu Hanyao said worriedly.

Leng Qianye is also thinking about this, but now, he needs something to pass the time, otherwise, he will be thinking wildly.

He raised his eyes and looked at Mu Hanyao, "After Qiguo was destroyed, other countries are now secretly connected, I am afraid it will be difficult to break through one by one."

Mu Hanyao knew that Leng Qianye didn't know how to answer his question, and then he concentrated his mind and discussed with him.

"You are right. Now, Bei Liguo wants to marry Wuyue Kingdom and take the opportunity to annex Wuyue Kingdom. Returning South to the country is a subject of Le Qiguo. If you move, you must find a breakthrough point." Mu Hanyao followed Leng Qianye's question and whispered back.

"Nowadays, the situation in various countries is unclear, and they are all in a wait-and-see state. The three powers cannot be shaken. If other dependent countries are now entwined, it will be even more difficult to break through." Leng Qianye is now most worried. This is it.

Mu Hanyao nodded and said, "What you and I think of, the emperor must also be able to think of it. We are only looking at strategic deployment, and the emperor should be looking at the overall situation. You and I can now discuss first, if we really send troops, what should we do? Fight, everything has to wait for the emperor to issue orders."

Leng Qianye nodded, agreeing with Mu Hanyao's statement, "Then you and I will look at them one by one."

"Okay." Mu Hanyao nodded, and the two gathered around and began to discuss.

Jin Yao stood outside Qicheng and watched Xue Ke leave in a carriage. There was a glimmer of light in her eyes. After this time, she didn't know when she would meet, she always felt that something important was going to happen.

Feng Aotian stopped dinner, and Lan Jingshu, Gu Yefeng, and Yi Mu withdrew.

In the hall, Xing Wuyun and her were left behind.

Meteor stopped dinner, raised his eyes, and saw that the spirit dog had finished drinking the holy spring, and his spirit was much better. He took the **** dog to the courtyard.

Xing Wuyun took Feng Aotian's wrist, and the two sat on the soft couch. He looked at her, "Does the emperor know the current thoughts of the minister?"

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "How come you don't know you are so careful."

Xing Wuyun flattened her hands and watched the palms gradually dissipate some bruises. He affixed to his cheeks distressedly, and closed his eyes slightly, "The emperor can't punish the minister in this way in the future, otherwise, the minister will die in pain. ."

Feng Aotian looked at Xing Wuyun, thinking about that day when he saw him dying in the courtyard, but when he saw her, he didn't feel uncomfortable, he just smiled quietly, but now, because of her hand, Speak so distressed words.

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I’ve been sad for too long, let’s have something joyous, o(n_n)o~, yesterday’s second update will be added, okay, dear people...

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