This Lord is Too Cruel

Feng Aotian watched Gu Yefeng's eyes swelling seriously, and his recovery as clear as before. She knew that the poisoning had made him mature a lot. Now Gu Yefeng is slowly growing and knows how to cherish.

And why is she not? After so much right and wrong, they are all supporting each other and growing slowly.

She held Lan Jingshu's hand, "Thanks for your hard work these days."

Lan Jingshu met her smiling face, and he shook his head, "It's not hard, but it can't help the emperor's worries. The minister did not do well enough."

Feng Aotian raised his hand and embraced him, "What you have done now is enough."

Lan Jingshu leaned quietly in her arms. He wanted to say that father-in-law was gone. He watched her suffer the grievances alone. He could do nothing. Xing Wuyun was injured. He could do nothing. Now, Yi Mu is missing and he is even more. It was powerless, what he could do for her was far from enough.

Feng Aotian raised her eyes and pressed them against his forehead. Feng Aotian's eyes were slightly bent, cold, and looked directly at his eyes, as if to see him through. There was a light kiss on the corner of the lips, "Master knows what you are thinking, but the master wants to tell you that everything you are doing now has allowed the master to rest assured enough to do other things."

Lan Jingshu nodded slightly, lowered his eyes, and leaned on her again, "The emperor, the minister understands."

He doesn’t understand many things, but once it touches her, he wants to do more and better, wants her to have no worries, wants to let her rest assured, in fact, he is very clear that there is At that time, he could obviously fight for it, but he just wanted to stand behind her and give in silently. Maybe, this was due to his character, maybe this was a way he loved her.

Feng Aotian took Lan Jingshu's hand, walked behind Gu Yefeng, pushed the wheelchair, and walked slowly towards the inner hall.

"Master, go out, you two obediently wait for your master here." Feng Aotian looked at them and said softly.

"Yes." Lan Jingshu knew that she was going to see Wufeng.

Gu Yefeng also knew in his heart that after watching her leave, the two took a bath by themselves.

When Feng Aotian fell in the courtyard, he saw Windless lying on a recliner, riding on the moonlight, with a transcendent temperament, a calm expression, without a trace of morbidity, on the contrary, it was a bit more of a comfort of isolation from the world.

Feng Aotian stepped up, walked to his side, and sat down gracefully, "How is the injury?"

Wufeng opened his eyes slightly, and then smiled at Shang Feng Aotian. He just rolled his eyes lightly, and replied faintly, "It won't get in the way."

Hearing Feng Aotian's voice, Meteor ran out of the house quickly, slipped into Feng Aotian's arms and hugged her, "Holy Lord, you are finally back."

Feng Aotian looked at Meteor and raised her head, looking at her with a grievance on her face. She raised her eyebrows slightly, "Are you in trouble again?"

"How is it possible?" Meteor hurriedly raised his voice, "Is it possible that Meteor is a troublemaker in the eyes of the Lord?"

Feng Aotian nodded and replied, "Yes."

Meteor sighed faintly, "It turns out that Meteor is in the eyes of the Lord."

With that, she slipped from Feng Aotian's arms, and then sat aside.

No wind smiled silently, raised his eyes and looked at her.

Feng Aotian also set his eyes on him at the same time, "Does the injury really matter?"

"Yeah." Wufeng nodded in response.

"Can you still start the bloodthirsty chasing the soul?" Feng Aotian asked immediately.

"No." Wufeng replied lightly, "Although it doesn't get in the way, it can't be used anymore."

Feng Aotian met the indifferent in Wufeng's eyes, and then asked, "So there are other ways?"

"Ask him." No wind lay on the recliner comfortably, raising his finger slightly, pointing at the meteor.

Meteor lifted his eyes and looked at the windless, "I can't help it."

"Really?" Wufeng replied slowly, "You told Lan Jingshu yesterday that there is a way."

"How do you know?" Meteor's eyes widened, looking at him, curiously asked.

"Guess." Wufeng raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

Meteor opened his bright eyes and looked at him, "You can really pry into people's hearts."

Feng Aotian looked at the meteor, "Tell me, what way?"

Meteor lifted his forehead and looked at the sky, and then said, "I just comforted them last night, how can there be any way?"

Seeing the meteor like this, Feng Aotian naturally knew that there was really no way, and then said, "Where is the **** dog?"

The dog was already standing next to Feng Aotian vigorously at the moment, looking up and staring at her.

Meteor cast his gaze on the **** dog, saw it nodding, then looked at Feng Aotian, and said quietly, "It seems to have a way."

"What?" Feng Aotian turned his eyes, looked at the dog and asked.

The dog raised his head, stared at Feng Aotian, and then at the meteor, "Use Wang Zun's blood to restart the bloodthirsty chasing soul."

Meteor raised his eyes, looked at Feng Aotian, and shook his head quickly, "What a broken method."

Feng Aotian looked at the shooting star, "Let's listen."

"It says to start the bloodthirsty chase with your blood from the Holy Lord." Meteor replied angrily.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at the windlessness, "This method is feasible?"

"Yeah." Wufeng nodded, "However, I didn't intend to let the emperor bleed."

"It's okay." Feng Aotian has already shed blood too many times and has long been used to it.

No wind raised his eyes and looked at her, "Aren't you afraid that you will lose too much blood and damage the root?"

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Are you worried about the Lord?"

Wufeng chuckled lightly, then got up and looked at her, "Fine, use my blood."

As he said, he got up and walked slowly outside the courtyard.

Feng Aotian flew down in front of him, with his fingertips on his wrists to grasp the pulse, "With your current body, I am afraid it will not be possible."

Wufeng raised his eyes, looked at her, and laughed, "Is the emperor caring about me?"

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, then let go of him, lifted a step, and walked towards the Emperor's Bedroom.

Wufeng smiled indifferently, followed her and walked forward calmly.

The meteor lowered his eyes, raised his hand, and patted the dog on the head, "Look, what bad idea do you have."

The dog stared at the shooting star, staring at the black eyes, "Do you dare to shoot again?"

Meteor snorted coldly, with his hands on his back, and walked forward with his head held high.

The **** dog looked at his airy appearance, gritted his teeth, and followed.

The group of people walked to the emperor's bedroom. After Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng had bathed, they were sitting in the hall, looking at the scroll.

Lan Jingshu raised his eyes and saw Feng Aotian stepping inside, followed by No Wind, and Meteor and God Dog. They looked at each other, and then they got down on the soft couch.

Feng Aotian looked at the two of them, "This month is over, it's winter, you two are dressed so thinly, beware of the cold."

"It's okay." Lan Jingshu replied warmly, and the hand held by Feng Aotian passed a little warmth.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "Go and rest on the dragon bed."

"The emperor?" Lan Jingshu couldn't help asking, seeing Wufeng always standing behind Feng Aotian, without saying a word.

"Master activated the bloodthirsty soul chasing formation." Feng Aotian said bluntly.

Lan Jingshu couldn't help but feel a little worried, and then said, "The minister stood by and watched."

Feng Aotian took his hand and entered the inner hall, "Observe."

Lan Jingshu reluctantly lay on the dragon couch, Feng Aotian pulled up the quilt and covered it for him, and then he saw Gu Yefeng walking in with a wheelchair.

Feng Aotian hugged him and put him on the dragon couch, "Let me rest well."

"Good." Gu Yefeng knew that once she decided something, she couldn't change it.

Feng Aotian lowered his head, gave a light kiss on the corner of his forehead, then turned around and stepped out of the inner hall.

No wind watched Feng Aotian's gentle behavior towards Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng, his indifferent eyes flashed with gloom, and then he took out the phosphor powder in the brocade bag, arranged the formation according to yesterday's formation, and then took out the yesterday used Half of the blood kerchief was then placed in the bowl, and then raised his hand to cut from his wrist.

However, he saw a snow-white jade hand already placed in front of him, and bleeding from the wrist had dripped into the bowl.

He raised his eyes, looked at Feng Aotian, and then moved his fingertips, he tapped the acupuncture points on her wrist, then took out a piece of white cloth, wrapped up her wrist, and then cut his wrist away to remove the blood. Dropped in, and this series of actions was done smoothly.

Feng Aotian looked at her wrist, and then at the blood on Wufeng's wrist, her Phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, but she stared at him with interest.

The windless expression was still calm and calm. After the blood was drained, he took care of the wound on his wrist, then looked at Feng Aotian, "The emperor, please sit here."

"Good." Feng Aotian nodded and sat down lightly.

No wind turned his eyes, looked at the meteor and the dog, "Sit where you sat yesterday."

"Yeah." Meteor nodded in response, and then settled down with the dog.

Wu Feng immediately sat cross-legged opposite Feng Aotian, and then raised both palms, Feng Aotian also raised both palms according to his behavior.

Wu Feng placed the bowl in Feng Aotian's right palm, and his left palm was against his left palm. He also held the bowl with his right hand, and then slowly closed his eyes.

When Feng Aotian saw him starting to move, she also held her breath and closed her eyes. Then she saw a golden light and a white light shrouded in the two people's heads, and a strong vortex had formed around the meteor and the dog.

How could Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng rest on the dragon couch with peace of mind? Now, the two of them were sitting halfway, their eyes fixed on Feng Aotian in the hall.

After a while, Feng Aotian and Wufeng suddenly opened their eyes, and then the two figures left the formation, flying away.

Upon seeing this, Lan Jingshu looked at Gu Yefeng, "I hope I can find Yi Mu this time."

"Yes." Gu Yefeng nodded slightly, "Yi Mu can't have any more accidents."

Feng Aotian watched as the blood in the bowl held by Wufeng turned into a red light, until it shot forward, Wufeng looked at her, "Following this red light, you can find Yi Mu's whereabouts. "

Feng Aotian nodded slightly, and then the two flew forward. After about half of the incense, the two followed the red light and circled the entire palace for a half, but they landed in Xing Wuyun's bedroom.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Xingyun Palace. He couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. How could Yi Mu be here?

No wind raised his eyes, looked at the more intense red light in front of him, and hurried forward, "There should be a secret road here."

"Secret Dao?" Feng Aotian was startled, wondering how could there be a secret Dao here?

The two slowly walked into the study room of the bedroom. The red light had illuminated the whole study room brightly. Feng Aotian raised his eyes, looked at the wall in front of him, and then looked towards Wufeng, "Where?"

"Yeah." Wufeng nodded, "You must find the mechanism first."

Feng Aotian looked around the wall in front of her, and slowly closed her eyes. When she opened her eyes, she walked to her feet and leaned on a row of bookshelves. She raised her hand and moved the third row of bookshelves to the second from the right. After the book stepped back half an inch, I heard the sound of the wall slowly moving.

Feng Aotian's eyes were cold, "It seems that the head of the spirit clan is very familiar with the palace of the Lord."

"Maybe." Wufeng looked at the wall that had been moved before him, and walked inward first.

Feng Aotian took the lead and looked at him, "Just stay by the side of the master."

Wufeng smiled indifferently, looking at her upright back, looking down at the bowl held by the two, her fingers pressed against the back of his hand, his eyes flashed with an invisible strange light.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at the secret road in front of him. It seemed that he had set it up early, but he didn't know who did it. She was going to see who's bedroom was before this palace.

No wind followed her, and the two walked forward slowly to prevent stepping on the mechanism.

Feng Aotian waved his sleeves, and the candlesticks on both sides lit up instantly. She turned her eyes and looked at the windlessness, "You can escape from strange shapes?"

"It's just dabbing some." Wufeng replied calmly.

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, and then smiled, "Unexpectedly, you know a lot as a genius doctor."

"That's just a few tricks." Wufeng looked at Feng Aotian and didn't break it. She was testing him now.

Of course, Feng Aotian knew that Wufeng was a wise man. When she asked, she knew that he would not conceal anything. She simply said the doubts in her heart, "This bloodthirsty soul chasing formation that has been lost for thousands of years, where are you? Learned?"

No wind raised his eyes and looked at her, "Teached by an expert."

"Oh." Feng Aotian said nothing. Without further digging into it, the two of them walked inward slowly while covering the secret road, while the red light in front of them was slowly weakening.

"Did he find out?" Feng Aotian's eyes sank, looking at the red light in the bowl, and said coldly.

"It seems to be." Wufeng still replied lightly, without a trace of panic.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes, looked at him, and suddenly thought, his indifferent temperament, what is it that can make him lose his current calm and relaxed appearance?

Wufeng followed her and walked forward step by step until the two saw the stone gate hanging in the air. Feng Aotian looked at him, "You stay here, Lord, go in and take a look."

No wind looked at her, "Go in together."

"If there is a trap inside, I don't want to be distracted." Feng Aotian said while looking at him.

There was no wind, but he smiled indifferently, then stepped up, bent over, and stepped in. Just when Feng Aotian was about to enter, he heard the rumbling sound of the stone gate, and saw the stone gate in front of him move down quickly. Upon seeing this, Aotian quickly pulled it hard, and pulled out the windless that had entered the Shimen.

Feng Aotian was caught off guard by Feng Aotian and slammed into her arms. Fortunately, there was a bowl in the arms of the two of them, otherwise, he would be embraced by her.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "It's a trap."

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Wufeng took a step back slightly, without any shame or discomfort, just nodded, "There is indeed a trap inside. If it is, I will fall one step further."

Feng Aotian lowered her head, looking at the red light that had disappeared in the bowl, her eyes sank, "It seems that he is playing the game."

No wind lowered his eyes, watching Feng Aotian's mouth with an evil smile, his whole body exuding a cold air, his eyes dimmed, and then he said, "Since the red light disappears here, Yi Mu should be still there. "

Feng Aotian watched that the road ahead had been blocked by a stone gate. She hadn't found any other secret roads all the way down. She looked up and looked at the secret roads in front of her.

Wufeng also raised his eyes and looked at them, and the two of them coincidentally cast their gazes on a bronze mirror standing behind him.

Feng Aotian took the lead, standing next to him, raising his hand, slapped the bronze mirror, and slapped according to the direction of the seven stars. When he heard a noise, the bronze mirror in front of him was opened.

Feng Aotian raised her eyes and saw that there was a dark room in front of her. She turned her eyes and looked towards Wufeng, "You are waiting for the Lord here."

Wufeng looked at the persistence in her eyes, then let go of the bowl in her hand, Feng Aotian stepped up and walked inward.

Wufeng stood outside, watching Feng Aotian enter the dark room, then the bronze mirror was slowly closed, his figure flashed, and he followed into the bronze mirror.

Feng Aotian turned around and looked at him, "How come in?"

Wufeng smiled indifferently, "I don't have the strength to drag you out."

As he spoke, he raised his hand holding the bowl, and he saw blood bleed from his wrist.

Feng Aotian stepped forward, stood in front of him, took out a piece of brocade from her arms, untied the white cloth on his wrist that had been stained red with blood, the wound on her wrist was torn open, and she took out a porcelain bottle from her arms , Sprinkled the powder on it, and used Jinpa to cover the wounds.

"It seems that people around the emperor are often injured, and this bandaging technique is very skilled." Wufeng lowered his head, watching her bandage gently and skillfully, and whispered.

Feng Aotian bandaged up, raised her eyes, glanced at him, then turned around, and looked at the dark room in front of her. There were bronze mirrors on all sides, without any decorations inside. She lowered her head, looked at the bluestone floor under her feet, and then looked in front of her. The bronze mirror illuminated her face, and then she walked slowly in front of the bronze mirror.

Wufeng stood in the same place, raised his eyes, looked at Feng Aotian, through the bronze mirror, he also found the pattern, and then looked at her, "The person who designed this mechanism is really amazing."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "These four bronze mirrors seem to be ordinary, but they hide mystery. Each side reflects different figures in different directions."

"Well, this is also a flaw." Wufeng nodded, and then raised his steps, walking step by step following the shadow reflected by Feng Aotian. When he reached the bronze mirror on the far right, the windless footsteps projected. The bluestone with the shadow, and then I saw the bronze mirror in front of me slowly moving.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at the absence of wind. The two of them left the dark room here, and then moved forward to see a candlestick in the center of the secret room in front of them, nothing else.

Feng Aotian held the bowl in one hand, propped his chin in the other, raised his eyes, looked at the candlestick in front of him, and then looked towards Wufeng, "How can I crack this place?"

No wind knew that Feng Aotian was testing him, and he walked along the candlelight refracted by the candlestick unhurriedly, walking on the spot, swiping his fingertips across the pedestal on the candlestick, twisting slightly, and seeing the secret room in front of him opened .

Feng Aotian looked at Wufeng, "The design of this secret room is interesting."

"The emperor wants to destroy it?" Wufeng asked immediately.

Feng Aotian shook his head and said, "It's too wasteful to ruin, you must use it well."

"That's not bad." No wind nodded, and the two of them stepped up and walked out.

When I walked out of the secret room, along a passage, I walked out of Xingyun Palace, right in front of the pond in the Imperial Garden.

Feng Aotian thought of the situation when Xing Wuyun was thrown into the pond. She twitched the corner of her mouth, raised her eyes, and looked at the night sky, "Master, what else can he do."

Wufeng stood by her side and looked at her solemn figure. Through the moonlight, it looked strangely strange. He seemed to understand why the people around her were so devoted to her.

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

"Suitable's red light is very strong, it seems that Yi Mu is temporarily safe." Wufeng replied lightly.

"Safety is good." Feng Aotian is still worried about Yi Mu's body, but she can only wait patiently before she knows what the Spirit Race Patriarch's intention is.

No wind slowly turned around, "Since there is no result, then I will return to the courtyard."

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at the pond in front of him, "Can you go back alone?"

No wind smiled, "Natural energy."

Feng Aotian nodded slightly, "Master wants to stay here for a while."

"Okay." No wind responded, and then walked forward.

However, with too much blood loss and too much internal strength wasted, he just walked a few steps and couldn't hold it anymore. He shook his body and fell forward.

Wufeng didn't know when his bones became so fragile. He confidently believed that he could hold back to the courtyard, but now...

His body fell forward in such an embarrassing manner, but he was unable to support it, a strong wind blew, his waist seemed to be surrounded by people, his body rotated along the way, he raised his eyes and faced the pair of coldness. Eyes.

Wu Feng was stunned for a moment, he quickly gathered his mind and let Feng Aotian embrace him, then tapped his toes and flew away.

Meteor and God Dog sensed that Feng Aotian had left, and they quickly put away their skills. He lifted up and rushed out of the Emperor's Sleeping Hall.

The dog raised his eyes, looked at the figure of the meteor leaving, and then followed it out slowly.

Feng Aotian landed in the courtyard with no wind, walked into the house, put him on the bed, and saw that his face was pale, not even bloody.

She lifted his injured wrist and held the pulse. The breath was weak and the internal strength was too much. She immediately took out a pill from her arms and put it in his mouth, "Swallow this."

No wind slightly opened his lips, swallowed the pill with effort, and then slowly closed his eyes, this time, it was more serious than last time.

Meteor had already rushed in at this time. When he saw Feng Aotian sitting beside the bed, Wufeng closed his eyes, his face was pale, and he quickly stepped forward and asked, "Holy Lord, how is he?"

"Excessive loss of internal strength." Feng Aotian turned his eyes and looked at the meteor, "You also go to rest."

Meteor shook his head, "Meteor is fine, this time there is no blood cut."

Feng Aotian raised his hand and touched his head, "Isn't it a loss of spiritual power?"

Meteor raised his eyes and looked at her, "Holy Lord, haven't you found it yet?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "Someone is playing hide and seek with the master."

Meteor snorted coldly, "What is the purpose of the clan leader of this spirit race? Why is it Yi Mu?"

Listening to Meteor's words, Feng Aotian thoughtfully, yes, why is it Yi Mu? And why did Yi Mu lose too much blood? However, Shijiazhuang saw the red light and had a steady aura. There was nothing in it that she didn't know.

Po fell behind Feng Aotian at this time, "Master, his subordinates have sent people to search all corners of the palace, but they haven't found any traces."

Feng Aotian raised his eyes slightly, "How many palaces are there in this harem? How many secret passages are there in each palace, do you know?"

"The subordinates have sent people to search one by one." Po Chui responded, he really didn't know this.

Feng Aotian nodded and said, "Let Princess Qian Ning be solely responsible."

"Yes." Po answered quickly.

"Also, take a good look at which concubine's harem was before this palace." Feng Aotian said coldly.

"Yes, the subordinates will investigate here." Po immediately responded, and then retreated.

Meteor looked at the wound on Feng Aotian's wrist, and then looked at her face, although it was gloomy, but there was a hint of whiteness, and she couldn't help but worry, "Holy Lord, you go and rest, here, there is a meteor watching. "

Feng Aotian raised his eyes, looked at him, and nodded, "Okay."

Then he got up and left the courtyard.

The meteor watched Feng Aotian leave, then sat on the side of the bed, watching the windlessness, and sighed quietly, "I said, curiosity kills people."

The dog came in, looked up at the shooting star, and then lay weakly on the ground.

Meteor looked at the dog, "It's not your bad idea."

The dog is noncommittal, just glaring at the meteor, "It's not that there is no other way."

Feng Aotian entered the emperor's bedroom and did not rest for a moment for a whole day. Not only did he drain his internal strength, but he also bleeds. Although his body could hold it, he was tired.

She walked slowly to the inner hall, and saw that Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng did not rest, but were sitting halfway, watching her come.

Feng Aotian smiled at the corner of his mouth, and then walked slowly, Lan Jingshu quickly got off the dragon couch, walked to her side, and supported her with one hand, "The emperor, are you okay?"

Feng Aotian leaned in his arms, "It's okay, but it's a little lacking."

"The minister is waiting for you to rest." Lan Jingshu looked at her distressedly, said in a warm voice, and then stretched out her hand to untie her outer robe, wearing a broad coat, and helped her lie down.

Gu Yefeng looked at her tired look, "The emperor rests."

Feng Aotian nodded slightly, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng looked at each other, and gently covered her with the brocade quilt, leaning on her side, just staring at her quietly.

At noon the next day, when Feng Aotian woke up, Lan Jingshu had already prepared the washing utensils, and ordered Sixi to go and stew the medicine for nourishing Qi and blood, while he stood by, waiting for her to wake up.

Gu Yefeng was already dressed, sitting in a wheelchair, looking at her.

Feng Aotian sat up slowly, looked at the two in front of him, smiled and said, "When is it now?"

"Just after noon." Lan Jingshu replied Wen Sheng, and then stepped forward, helping her get off the bed.

Feng Aotian allowed Lan Jingshu to support her, walked to the golden basin, and washed her face.

Lan Jingshu helped her sit in front of the dressing table, "The emperor, the minister will wait for you to fix your hair."

"Okay." Feng Aotian responded shallowly, and then sat down, letting him hold his own blue silk.

Lan Jingshu is very gentle and careful. He has never tied his hair for someone so seriously. This is the first time. He does it very slowly, but very carefully.

Feng Aotian didn't urge him, letting him fix it, and then he was deeply relieved, "The emperor, it's all right."

Feng Aotian looked at the self in the bronze mirror and responded with a smile, "Very good."

Lan Jingshu showed a gentle smile, "The emperor, the minister will accompany you for lunch."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, and then took Lan Jingshu's hand and stepped out of the inner hall.

Gu Yefeng was already sitting at the table, looking up, watching the two approaching, he whispered, "The emperor."

Feng Aotian sat down immediately, looked at the meal in front of him, and then asked, "Where is the meteor?"

"No wind hasn't awakened yet, he is still watching." Lan Jingshu responded softly.

Feng Aotian nodded, "I'm afraid it will be night when I wake up."

Lan Jingshu did not speak any more, but poured soup and placed it in front of her.

Feng Aotian smiled and looked at him, "Master wants you to feed."

Lan Jingshu immediately sat beside her, picked up the soup bowl, scooped a spoon, blew it gently, and then handed it to her.

Feng Aotian took the opportunity to drink, raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Now I am more sensible."

Lan Jingshu just smiled and slowly fed her.

Gu Yefeng sat on one side and looked at the two of them. He couldn't help sighing and ate his own meal.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "What's the matter?"

"It's okay." Gu Yefeng continued to eat lunch and whispered back.

Feng Aotian propped his chin with one hand, and put the other on Lan Jingshu's lap, looking at him, "Or feed him."

Gu Yefeng raised his eyes and looked at her, "If the emperor does this again, the minister will resign."

Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at Lan Jingshu, "He doesn't feed him, you feed him."

Seeing Feng Aotian deliberately angry with Gu Yefeng, Lan Jingshu couldn't help but chuckle, "Okay."

Gu Yefeng put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands, then pushed the wheelchair out.

Seeing him leaving, Feng Aotian said slowly, "Did you forget what you said last night?"

Gu Yefeng stopped the movement in his hand, turned around, looked at her, "Is the emperor deliberately being an angry official?"

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "As long as you feed him, he won't be angry with you."

Gu Yefeng snorted coldly, turned the wheelchair, walked to Feng Aotian's face, took the bowl from Lan Jingshu's hand, scooped the soup, and handed it to her, "The emperor, please."

Feng Aotian looked at him, "It's so hot, how do you drink it?"

Gu Yefeng took a deep breath, then blew it gently, and handed it to her, "The emperor, please."

Feng Aotian whispered, "Yes."

He lowered his head and drank the soup that Gu Yefeng had handed him, and then said, "Master wants more."

"Yes." Gu Yefeng replied coldly, and then took the soup again, blowing it gently, and feeding it to her.

Wei Zimo also heard what happened last night, and now knowing that she was awake, he rushed over, and when he stepped into the emperor's bedroom, he saw the scene in front of him.

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