This Lord is Too Cruel

Wei Zimo's cold eyes condensed slightly, and he moved forward slowly.

Feng Aotian also felt a cold air, raised her eyes, and met the coolness of Shang Wei Zimo's eyes. She quickly raised a smile, "Why are you here?"

"Don't you allow me to come?" Wei Zimo said, standing in front of her, looking down, looking at her.

Feng Aotian chuckled, "Have you had lunch?"

Wei Zimo didn't look at the meal in front of him, but stared at her unsuccessfully, "How is the injury?"

"It's okay." Feng Aotian quickly raised his hand, held his hand, and said softly.

Wei Zimo threw her hand away, then turned and left.

Looking at his stubborn temper, Feng Aotian knew that the right talent must be annoying him, and slowly withdrew his gaze, he saw Gu Yefeng holding the soup bowl and staring straight at her.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes slightly and looked at him, "What are you staring at?"

"The emperor, do you need it?" Gu Yefeng said, putting away the soup bowl and drank the rest of the soup in one gulp.

Feng Aotian can't help but have a headache. Sure enough, there are more beauties and time is troublesome. Look, this one is not worry, the blessing of all people is really unbearable. Fortunately, Feng Aotian likes adventure and challenge , Hurriedly hooked his lips and smiled, leaned slightly, lowered his head, and kissed Gu Yefeng's lips, skillfully prying away his teeth and kissing deeply.

Gu Yefeng opened his eyes wide, staring at her a little annoyed, holding an empty bowl in one hand, and pushing her away with the other. However, she preempted to leave with a sneer on her face and licked her own lips. The vice lingered intoxicated appearance, and then said, "Who said no."

Gu Yefeng snorted coldly and looked at her, "Don't the emperor go after people?"

Feng Aotian turned his eyes and looked at Lan Jingshu, "Master is hungry and has no energy. You can only go if you are full."

Lan Jingshu raised his eyes and looked at her, "The emperor, it seems that Master Hou did not eat lunch. According to his temperament, if he didn't really care about the emperor, he wouldn't come. You should go and see."

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Jing Shu is still considerate."

"The emperor meant that the minister had a small stomach chicken intestine?" Gu Yefeng asked reluctantly.

Feng Aotian turned his eyes and looked at him, "Isn't it?"

Gu Yefeng picked up the chopsticks, ignored her, and just used the meal.

Looking at him, Feng Aotian knew his thoughts, but she also understood why Wei Zimo went out, so she ate lunch casually.

Seeing that she hadn't gotten up, Lan Jingshu didn't say anything, just sat aside and served her vegetables.

After Feng Aotian finished lunch, he slowly got up, "Go out with him for a walk."

"Yes." Lan Jingshu responded, and then got up.

Gu Yefeng looked at Lan Jingshu, and then said, "The minister will not go."

Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at him, "If you don't go, go to work."

Gu Yefeng responded coldly, "The minister abides by the edict."

"Really obedient." Feng Aotian raised his jaw, lowered his head, and drank lightly on his lips.

Gu Yefeng raised his head and looked at her face close at hand, his eyes flashed with a soft light, and then he returned to the former clarity.

Feng Aotian took Lan Jingshu's hand and stepped out of the Emperor's Sleeping Hall, looking sideways, watching him quietly follow her, her mouth twitched, "I haven't walked with the master for a long time."

Listening to Feng Aotian's words, Lan Jingshu thoughtfully, yes, for a long time, too many things have happened in these days, which makes her overwhelmed. He and her always get together little and more.

"The emperor, isn't the minister too dull?" Lan Jingshu stared at Feng Aotian's side face. Now she is wearing a brown panlong brocade robe, and she is proud of her appearance. Every gesture is imperial, but , The slight smile on the corner of his mouth, but infinite tenderness, this kind of her, made his heart slowly calm down until his heart was filled with her.

Feng Aotian squeezed his hand, and the two of them walked slowly, allowing the cold wind of late autumn to blow through their hair, "It is enough for you to understand your heart."

Lan Jingshu's thoughts trembled. Such her always made him unable to resist. Thinking of the past, he realized that, in fact, he had already left his heart on her without knowing it. , So that, what he does, the first thing he thinks of is her, although he does not take the initiative to please her, although he always stays quietly by her side, but he understands in his heart that she understands him , But in this way, he is satisfied and has no regrets in this life.

"The emperor..." Lan Jingshu is dressed in a light blue brocade robe. His handsome face is touched slightly, and his gentle and jade temperament makes him a little more demure. He is full of talent and knowledge. , But, willing to stand by her side and be an inconspicuous bird, it takes much courage.

Feng Aotian still smiled, leading him forward step by step until he crossed the corridor and walked to Jinxuan Palace, "This palace master is in the future for a long time."

Lan Jingshu nodded slightly. This place is full of all the good memories of him and her. Although sometimes he will be tired and he will breathe depressively, but as long as he stays in this palace, all his sadness will be lost. The smoke disappeared, in fact, he is not a stone, he also has his feelings and needs, but he understands that she does not belong to him alone, let alone anyone.

Maybe it is because she has seen too thoroughly that she becomes so insignificant, but as long as there is a place in her heart for him, then he will be enough.

Feng Aotian squeezed his hand and entered the palace.

Jingxi greeted him from a distance, "The slave sees the emperor!"

"Retreat." Feng Aotian waved his hand slightly.

"Yes." Jingxi led the group of attendants out.

Feng Aotian raised her eyes, looked at Lan Jingshu, and then looked at the Begonia flowers in front of her, which had been withered for a long time, leaving only the copper cylinders. She lifted her steps and slowly walked in front of the copper cylinder in the afternoon. The sunlight is very warm, sprinkling on each other, revealing indescribable warmth.

Feng Aotian hugged his waist and flew up. The two fell on the eaves. She sat down holding him, raised her eyes, and looked at the blue sky. The corners of her mouth raised slightly, "Look, is that cloud? Like you."

Lan Jingshu sat next to her, leaned back on her shoulder, raised her eyes, looked at the cloud in front of her, and it was white and warm.

Feng Aotian just looked up, and did not speak again, Lan Jingshu quietly leaned against her, a little warm current slipped in his heart.

Wei Zimo went back to the Palace of Floating Dreams. He knew that he could only leave with a sense of dignity. He just wanted to give himself a trace of dignity. He didn't want her to see his sadness, nor did he want her to see his fear. She didn't chase, he staggered into the hall, sat on the soft couch, clutching his chest, there was a faint pain, but he knew that she was giving him the time he wanted.

Gu Yefeng sat on the soft couch in the study, reading the memorials by himself. In fact, he wanted to take a walk with her, but he knew that she could not be the only one by her side. Since he gave his heart to For her, then, you must learn to tolerate everything and everyone around her.

One afternoon, Feng Aotian and Lan Jingshu did not interfere with each other. They just sat quietly for three hours, Lan Jingshu had a moment, hoped that the time would stop here, so that he and her would cuddled together like this. Cloud, look at the wind, look at everything.

Feng Aotian withdrew her gaze slightly, turned her eyes to the gentle eyes of Lan Jingshu, she lowered her head slightly, printed his lips, sucked gently, and slowly leaned forward until Pressing him under her body, sliding her fingertips over the belt around his waist, with a light movement, the belt was untied, and she stroked his soft skin.

Lan Jingshu lay on the green tiles obediently, his hands wrapped around her waist unconsciously, and his neck slightly raised to cater to her tender kiss...

The breeze is blowing, the blue sky and white clouds, the red walls and green tiles, the scenery in front of you is so moving.

After the lingering and deep kiss, Lan Jingshu leaned against her arms, his clothes scattered, revealing his jade-like skin, with a faint pink color, his lustrous lips pressed slightly, and his eyes looked at her in confusion.

Feng Aotian sat halfway, tidying up his clothes gently, with a faint smile on his lips.

Lan Jingshu's complexion was stained with red clouds because of his affection, and it was even more bright and moving than the sunset that just rose at the moment.

Feng Aotian looked at him with a low smile, "It's really better than Huajiao."

Listening to Feng Aotian's jokes, Lan Jingshu's face turned redder, and he lowered his eyes and said, "Is the emperor laughing at the minister?"

Feng Aotian smiled, brushed his fingertips across his forehead, gently pulled the broken hair away, and hugged his waist before flying onto the ground.

Lan Jingshu kept his head down, not looking at her. A breeze blew over his cheeks, making him feel hotter and hotter.

Feng Aotian held his hand, slowly left Jinxuan Palace, looked sideways, and looked at him, "Are you shy?"

Lan Jingshu nodded slightly, "Yes."

Feng Aotian smiled happily, looking at Lan Jingshu beside her, she suddenly felt that the beauties around her were very interesting. Thinking of her as a woman, she could make the man beside her be so obedient. The majesty of her disguised as a man was wasted.

Lan Jingshu looked down and followed her forward. His steps were extremely slow. With every step he took, his heart beats. From Jinxuan Palace to Emperor's Bedroom, he remembered how many bluestones he clearly knew, but his heart was beating. A few times, he also remembered it in his heart.

The distance between him and her is the distance from Jinxuan Palace to the Imperial Palace.

When the two returned to the imperial dormitory, they saw Gu Yefeng still sitting on the soft couch and concentrating on reading the memorials. Feng Aotian gave a low laugh, and then stepped into the study, looking sideways, looking at him.

Gu Yefeng raised his eyes slightly, just glanced at Feng Aotian, and then said, "The emperor is willing to let him come back?"

He then looked at Lan Jingshu, and saw that the blush on his face had not disappeared, and there were still hickeys printed on his neck, he knew where the two of Shicai must have been affectionate.

He just looked down faintly and continued to do his own thing.

Seeing him like this, Feng Aotian couldn't help but laughed, wondering where the once straight-tempered Gu Yefeng went? Now, instead of learning to be deep.

Lan Jingshu hung his head, then got on the soft couch, picked up the imperial pen on the side, opened the memorial, and read it.

Seeing that Lan Jingshu had entered the state, Feng Aotian curled his lips and smiled, then turned around and left the Imperial Palace.

Gu Yefeng raised his eyes and looked at him, "You can hide the hickey on your neck."

After listening to Gu Yefeng's words, Lan Jingshu gave a slight pause, and quickly raised his hand to cover it.

"How did you come back?" Gu Yefeng continued to ask.

"I came back." Lan Jingshu remembered that he had just walked back with the emperor holding hands. Then, I was afraid that the **** and palace lady passing by had already seen it.

He blushed again, and quickly bowed his head without saying a word.

Gu Yefeng looked at Lan Jingshu's embarrassment, but he was in a good mood, and then said, "Hey, the emperor is afraid that others will not know her, she is not serious."

Lan Jingshu lowered his head and said in a low voice, "She has always been like this."

Gu Yefeng snorted coldly, "Yes, it depends on how you get back later."

Lan Jingshu listened to his words, "I have lived in the Imperial Palace in the past few days."

"That's true, so you won't go to the Metropolitan Procuratorate tomorrow?" Gu Yefeng asked immediately.

"Naturally, I want to go." Lan Jingshu quickly raised his hand to cover his neck, "I wear a high-collared shirt."

"Fortunately, it is late autumn." Gu Yefeng said unhurriedly.

Lan Jingshu seemed to think of something, raised her eyes and looked at him, "Are you kidding me?"

"How dare you." Gu Yefeng's clear eyes flashed with sadness, then he narrowed his gaze, and continued to review the memorial, "It's just envy."

Lan Jingshu listened to his words, "How can I smell a bit of jealousy."

"Indeed." Gu Yefeng undeniably responded.

Lan Jingshu smiled warmly, "You, it's a tofu heart with a knife mouth."

"You can see it through." Gu Yefeng raised his eyes, glanced at him, and sighed quietly, "I don't know what happened to Yi Mu."

"I hope I can find him as soon as possible." Lan Jingshu slowly reduced his smile and sighed.

Feng Aotian did not go to the Floating Dream Palace, but went to the Pianyuan. Just after waking up for a while without wind, Si Xi prepared a meal early in the morning and brought it in.

Meteor was holding the porridge, sitting aside, feeding him awkwardly.

auzw.com Feng Aotian just happened to walk in. Seeing the scene in front of him, he couldn't help laughing. He walked slowly to the side of Meteor and took the bowl in his hand, "Lord, come."

Meteor smiled and got up, gave her a seat, and stood aside, looking at Feng Aotian, "Holy Lord, do you know that the time has come?"

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Go to dinner alone."

"Yeah." Meteor guarded the windless day without eating for the whole day. Now, seeing the windless wake up, I feel relieved and feel hungry. Then he turned around, sat at the table beside him, and gobbled it up. Eating.

Feng Aotian sat on the side of the bed and watched Wei Wei lean against the wind, his anger was much better than last night, but it seemed to be more serious than last time.

Feng Aotian took a spoonful of porridge, lowered his head, and blew it gently, looking at the windless side, watching the faint mist spray on her cheeks, her lips blowing the porridge, her movements were very careful, beautiful and transparent. With the shallow soft light, just such movements and expressions are a beautiful picture.

His indifferent eyes flashed with an unnoticeable strangeness, and he said softly, "Does the emperor feed them this way in the past?"

Feng Aotian raised his eyes, looked at him with a smile, and then handed the spoon over, "Drink."

Open your mouth without wind, put the porridge in your mouth, squeeze the corners of your mouth slightly, you can't see any emotions, "It tastes good."

Feng Aotian lowered her eyes, looked at the porridge in the bowl, then took a spoonful, and tasted it herself. She raised her eyes and looked at him, "Are you losing your sense of taste?"

No wind shook his head. He grew up so big that no one had ever fed him, but there was a trace of sweetness in his heart, and even the porridge he drank was exuding a fragrance.

"It should be." Wufeng responded calmly.

Feng Aotian got up, walked to the table, looked at the small dishes in front of him, and brought them over.

Meteor raised his eyes and looked at the dish, which is also his favorite, so he was taken away by the dish, his eyes staring straight.

Feng Aotian put the side dish aside, picked it up, put it in the spoon already filled with porridge, and handed it to him, "Try it."

Drinking it quietly without wind, chewing the side dishes lightly, still feeling sweet, he nodded gently, "It's refreshing."

Feng Aotian looked at him with a light smile on his face. She lowered her head slightly, curled her lips and smiled, then took another spoonful, put some side dishes, and fed him.

Meteor watched from the side that his beloved side dish was not available, so he could only use it silently. After it was used, he walked over, looked at Feng Aotian, then looked towards Wufeng, as if he had found something, and couldn't help but shake it. Head.

Feng Aotian put away the bowl and then handed him the mouthwash tea. Feng Aotian rinsed his mouth. Feng Aotian took out the silk kerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth. Then he flattened him, "Just rest."

No wind slightly nodded, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Feng Aotian turned around and looked at the meteor, "You will look after him these few days."

"Yeah." Meteor nodded, raised his eyes, and looked at Feng Aotian who had already turned and left.

The dog raised his head, watched Feng Aotian leave, and then stood at the feet of the meteor.

Meteor squatted down and touched the head of the dog, "Come with me out for a meeting."

The dog nodded, and followed the meteor to leave the house.

Wufeng, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes and looked at everything in front of him. An inadvertent smile was raised at the corner of his mouth, then he closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully.

Feng Aotian came out of the courtyard and went to the Floating Dream Palace. Seeing the lights in the bedroom, he heard the sound of the piano reverberating from a distance. She stepped inside and saw Wei Zi Mo Duan sitting next to the piano. He closed his eyes, and drew his fingertips across the strings, with a trace of gloom.

Feng Aotian stepped forward, pressing his palm on the strings, leaning over to look at him.

Wei Zimo slowly opened his eyes, and met her cold eyes, "Think of me now?"

Feng Aotian sat on his side and leaned his head on his shoulder, "Is your mood better?"

Wei Zimo listened to her soft voice with a trace of fatigue, he turned his eyes and looked at her, "Not good."

Feng Aotian raised his hand and clasped his fingers tightly, "Master is tired."

He was still sitting, maintaining an upright posture, while she was leaning on his shoulders, the two of them said nothing, no one spoke again as time passed by.

After returning south to the west, Ah Jiu finally broke the city in front of him after a day and night of fighting, and even captured Meng Chu alive.

The news that she broke the city quickly spread throughout Nanhuiguo and the entire continent. This means that the city of Nanhuiguo is not invincible, and it proves that the general of Le Qiguo was once again defeated. Fengqi country.

Meng Chu didn't expect to be defeated. He looked at the soldiers of Le Qiguo surrounded by groups in front of him. His eyes sank and looked at her, "I underestimated you."

"I would like to lose the gambling, General Meng don't forget the original gambling agreement." Ah Jiu looked at Meng Chu in front of him, his eyes pierced with indisputable coldness.

Meng Chu met her cold eyes, and then said, "Meng Chu will never break his promise, but it is Meng Chu who should bet on the bet. Please let the other soldiers go."

"That's natural." Ah Jiu responded with a smile, "I only need General Meng. As for other people, if they return to Leqiguo obediently, then I will let them go. If I don't want to go back, I will naturally kill them. "

Meng Chu didn't expect that the woman in front of him had such a ruthless side. His eyes sank, "Okay, I promise you to return to Fengqi Country, but they must leave safely."

"Okay." Ah Jiu responded readily, then raised his eyes and looked at the 200,000 army in front of him, now only half is left.

Meng Chu never thought that she would eventually lose in the hands of a woman, and her strategy was truly seamless. First she made the illusion that he underestimated the enemy, and then forced him to close the Shimen, cutting off his back. In this way, he became a turtle in the urn. In any case, he couldn't understand how she could encircle the 200,000 horses?

Seeing that Meng Chu was so refreshed, Ah Jiu responded boldly, "Come here, send General Meng down to rest."

"Yes." The lieutenant on the side responded quickly.

Meng Chu was taken down.

"General, are the soldiers from Le Qiguo willing to go back?" the general on the side couldn't help asking.

"With Meng Chu as hostages, even if they don't leave, they dare not act rashly." Ah Jiu said coldly. "The order goes on, and if they don't leave within three days, then I will kill Meng Chu."

"Yes." The lieutenant on the side responded, and then walked out.

Ah Jiu has now breached the first city, and then the second.

After Nan Yu received the news, she sneered first, then slapped her palm on the table, "What a Feng Aotian, what a Meng Chu."

"The emperor, now, all of Le Qiguo's men and horses have been taken down by Feng Qiguo." The guard on the side quickly replied.

"What happened to Black Wind?" Nan Yu stood calmly and said solemnly.

"Now, stalemate with Leng Qianye." The dark guard continued to reply.

"Let the black wind fight quickly and destroy Leng Qianye." Nan Yu clenched his fists, crushed the secret letter in his hand, and said coldly.

"Yes." The dark guard replied, and then retreated.

Nan Yu's eyes sank, "Feng Aotian, see who has the last laugh."

Mu Hanyao also got the news of the first city in the west that was breached. In the chamber, Li Su looked at him anxiously, "General, you can't wait any longer now."

Mu Hanyao's eyes shattered a cold light, raised his eyes, looked at the topographic map in front of him, and then said, "Wait another day."

"This..." Although Li Su didn't know why Mu Hanyao was like this, he had to respond.

Leng Qianye had found a place where he could wipe out the black wind. He planned to fight the black wind tomorrow, but when he got the news, he took the initiative to attack.

Standing beside Leng Qianye, Fu Zhuo couldn't help but wondered, "How can this black wind start to fight back?"

Leng Qianye's indifferent face flashed with coldness, "It must be the Emperor Nanhui who got the news of the breach of the west city, and ordered the black wind to deal with me."

Fu Zhuo nodded slightly, "However, the sudden attack of the black wind disrupted our plan."

"It should be our plan ahead of time." Leng Qianye smiled lightly, then narrowed his smile, and looked at Fu Zhuo, "Send someone to make arrangements, and we will follow the plan tonight."

"Yes." Fu Zhuo listened to Leng Qianye's words, then he thought about it, and felt that it made sense. He quickly responded with a smile, and turned back.

Feng Aotian rested on Wei Zimo's shoulder for a while, slowly raised his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Come in."

Po immediately fell, "Master, Ah Jiu captured Meng Chu and captured the first city."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian replied lightly, "Is the person sent to meet him?"

"It has been arranged. Now, the captured city has already been taken over and gradually on the right track." Po then replied.

Feng Aotian nodded, "Okay, then let Jiu have no worries and continue to attack the city."

"Yes, master, there is one more thing. The subordinates just got the news that Nan Yu killed Heifeng and let Heifeng kill General Leng within three days." Pohang replied.

Feng Aotian curled her lips and smiled, "Then it depends on whether Heifeng has this ability."

Wei Zimo listened quietly, turning his eyes to see Feng Aotian had sat up, and stood up holding his hand.

"{Is your mood better now?" Feng Aotian asked slowly.

Wei Zimo stood in front of her, looked at her, and then embraced her in his arms, "No."

Feng Aotian hugged him tightly, "Small temper."

Wei Zimo leaned against her neck and whispered, "I'm poisoned."

Feng Aotian stunned slightly, leaving his embrace, looking at him, "Master is also poisoned."

"Give me the antidote." Wei Zimo raised his hand and stared at her.

"Then you also give the master the antidote." Feng Aotian raised his eyes, stared at his face, stepped forward and kissed his lips.

Wei Zimo sighed helplessly. He thought about it all night and endured it all night. In the end, he couldn't bear the heart that missed her more and wanted to occupy her heart. The more patient, the more uncontrollable.

After the deep kiss, Feng Aotian took him by the hand and walked to the courtyard, sitting on the side of the corridor.

Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at her, "Can anyone be found?"

"No." Feng Aotian shook his head and said, "I was led into the secret road by that person last night, but it opened my eyes to the Lord."

"Could it be that what happened to the secret road?" Wei Zimo leaned against her arms and said in an unhappy tone, "No wind he..."

Feng Aotian swept his arms, looked down, and looked at him, "I was seriously injured, I'm afraid it will take a few days to cultivate."

"Then you and him?" Wei Zimo couldn't help asking.

Feng Aotian pecked at his ear, "What do you think?"

Wei Zimo raised his eyes and asked in a low voice, "How many people are there beside you?"

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