This Lord is Too Cruel

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at the ice jade bed in front of him. There was a person lying quietly, with no inch strands, and ink-like blue silk scattered on both sides, his eyes closed tightly, like a sculpture that has been sleeping for a thousand years. terrible.

And beside him, there is an ice jade coffin. Through the ice jade, you can see a woman in a beautiful costume lying in the ice jade coffin, and the entire ice jade coffin is shrouded in red light.

Feng Aotian looked at this secret room. The surrounding area was made of thousands of years of cold ice. As soon as she stepped in, she shuddered. She stepped forward and walked to the ice bed, looking at the person in front of her, her eyes sinking. , And then quickly took off his robe.

Wufeng also stood aside with her, looking at the people on the ice jade bed, only to see that Feng Aotian had already covered her brown robe with irritation, and said solemnly, "Don't look. "

Wufeng smiled indifferently and looked at her, "It's not just a man's body. As a doctor, I'm not surprised."

Feng Aotian immediately raised his hand and hugged the person on the ice jade bed into his arms, raised his eyes, and looked at him, "Lord's person, don't watch."

No wind remained silent, raised his eyes and stared at her with a smile.

Feng Aotian felt the body in her arms exuding bone-eroding cold air, she looked towards Wufeng, "Take the pulse."

When there is no wind, he lifted the wrist of the person in her arms and took the pulse, "The heart pulse is weak, there is help."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, then turned around, and saw the ice jade coffin beside him. He walked slowly forward, and when he approached, he heard a scream, "Ah!"

Feng Aotian lowered his eyes and saw the pain in the face of the person in his arms, he spit out blood, and then fainted.

"Yi Mu?" Feng Aotian called in a deep voice.

Wufeng hurried forward, looking at the knife cut on his wrist and the red light flashing across his eyebrows, which made him feel strange.

Feng Aotian naturally observed it too, and then turned his eyes to see that the red light in the ice jade coffin became stronger when Yi Mu approached.

She hugged Yi Mu tightly, looked at the ice jade coffin again, then put Yi Mu on the ice jade bed again, then walked to the coffin, and looked around, she saw the woman lying in the coffin. The face of Qingcheng was like a hibiscus, swept the crooked eyebrows, the cherry mouth was red without a little bit, and it was charming and beautiful, especially the fascination from the inside, which is truly a natural beauty. Such a stunning beauty is really rare in time.

Wufeng looked at the woman in front of him, and said in a calm tone, "This person has been dead for more than two hundred years."

Feng Aotian's eyes darkened as he listened to Wufeng's words, "It's really strange to have been sleeping like a deep sleep for more than two hundred years."

No wind raised her eyes and looked at her, "There should be this spiritual bead body, plus this thousand-year-old ice jade coffin. Although she is dead, her appearance is preserved intact, as if she was sleeping."

Feng Aotian looked at the red luminous spirit beads beside her, and then raised his hand to get it.

A strong cold wind blew, and then a figure fell in front of Feng Aotian.

She raised her eyes and saw a white figure falling in front of her eyes, but there was a misty cloud. Her eyes sank slightly, and then she said, "Your Excellency is the lord of the Spirit Race?"

"Not bad." The voice in front of me was very deep with a thousand years of silence.

"Why did the Spirit Race Patriarch bring my people here?" Feng Aotian said, waving his wrist towards the white mist in front of him.

The white mist flashed away slightly, dodged lightly, and fell in front of her, "Holy Clan Holy Master is good."

Wufeng listened to the words of the Spirit Race, then he was taken aback, raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, a turbulent cloud flashed in his eyes, but it was fleeting.

Feng Aotian chuckled, "But you, the one who dares to hurt me, I will definitely let him pay back ten times."

"I think the Holy Master may have made a mistake. He is a person of the Spirit Race, how can he become a person of the Holy Master?" The Spirit Race Clan Master said slowly.

"What are you talking about?" Feng Aotian narrowed his phoenix eyes, a flash of surprise, and said in a deep voice.

"Don't believe it?" The Spirit Race Clan Master laughed, then spread the white mist on his face, revealing his original face.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes, looked at the appearance of the spirit clan leader in front of him, turned his eyes, and looked at him again, "What is your relationship with him?"

"One soul, one soul, now it is naturally time to return the soul to one." The Spirit Race Clan Master whispered, only to see his white figure once again turned into a cloud.

No wind took a step forward and stood beside Feng Aotian, "According to the clan leader, Yi Mu is the real you?"

"He occupies the body and soul, and I am the soul, wandering in the spirit race. For these years, I have been looking for the spirit orb, and if he is not united with me, then he will not survive for three days." Ling The clan leader said in a low voice, "At that time, he will face the end of the dust."

"I think the spirit clan leader will definitely disappear with it." No wind said lightly.

"Not bad." The Spirit Race Clan Master raised his eyes and looked at Yi Mu, "The reason why I brought you two over is because he has some concerns in his heart. If he doesn't get his wish, it will be difficult to reunite."

"What if the soul is unified?" Feng Aotian didn't expect that Yi Mu would have such an experience, she couldn't help asking, "He must know it."

"He has memories since he was a child, and he naturally knows what happened. However, I haven't found the spirit orb, and he hasn't spent much time. Now, he finally found the spirit orb, but he moved. The delusions that shouldn't have come to this end. If we don’t return our souls early, he and I will disappear.” The Spirit Race Clan Master whispered, "After the souls return to one, he will forget the past."

"Forget it?" Feng Aotian couldn't help but startled. If Qianchen could forget it, she wouldn't want to forget it, but, why, it was him?

The head of the spirit race looked at Feng Aotian, "I and him are rebirth. I will forget all the memories and live again."

"I see." Feng Aotian lowered his eyes and looked at him, "I will send him in three days."

"Okay." The Spirit Race Clan Master looked at Feng Aotian, "I didn't want you to find this place. However, if he is too obsessed, I will let you see him for the last time. I hope the Holy Master can keep his promise. "

Feng Aotian closed his eyes, then turned around, and slowly left the secret room holding Yi Mu.

No wind followed her, watching her face cold, but her eyes were full of invisible loneliness, his indifferent eyes flashed with a touch of sadness, he knew that when he first saw her The feeling is right.

Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at him, "You have already guessed it."

"Yeah." No wind nodded, "I won't say it."

Feng Aotian nodded, "Your reaction is quite normal."

"Do you want to scream out?" Wufeng laughed, raised his eyes and looked at her, "Go and accompany him. I won't tell anyone about the secret room."

"Thank you." Feng Aotian smiled and looked at the windless, tapped his toes, and left Xingyun Palace.

Wufeng looked at her leaving figure, lowered his eyes, looked at the wound on the wrist, raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, then lifted up and walked out. He was just trying to hide the surprise in his heart. Once, he I had doubted, but the doubt was eliminated. Now, I know her true identity once again, but without the curiosity before, there is more joy in my heart.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, Feng Aotian returned to Meixiang Palace with Yi Mu in his arms.

Meteor also got the news and rushed to Meixiang Palace with Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng, but they were blocked by Wufeng.

"Why are you stopping me?" Meteor asked puzzledly.

"He should have something to tell the emperor, you still don't bother." Wufeng took Meteor's hand, walked forward, raised his eyes, and looked at Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng, "This may be the last few days they get together. ."

"What do you mean by this?" Gu Yefeng asked uncontrollably.

"He was badly injured, and his life will not be long." Wufeng said calmly.

Gu Yefeng straightened his back, raised his eyes, and looked at Wufeng in disbelief, "How is it possible?"

"How many days are there?" Lan Jingshu shook his body, forcing himself to stabilize his mind, and asked in a low voice.

"Three days." Wufeng raised his eyes and looked at the two people in front of him. "The reason why he can hold it now is because he wants it but wants it. Let him get along with the emperor for two days."

"How could this happen?" Gu Yefeng still couldn't believe it. He knew that Yi Mu's body had also thought that he would leave, but he didn't expect it to be so sudden.

No wind dragged the meteor, "Let's go."

Meteor lowered his eyes and stopped speaking. He could feel Wufeng's body being tainted with the breath of the spirit race. There must be something he didn't know about in Wufeng, but he couldn't talk about it in front of them.

The dog naturally sensed something, silently, and followed the windless and meteors to the courtyard.

Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng stood in a daze for a long time, never returning to their senses.

Gu Yefeng held his head in his hands, tears from the corners of his eyes couldn't help but slide down, "He has always seen clearly and can see through people's hearts, but he can't see himself alone."

"I'm afraid it's because I read too thoroughly, so I will be troubled and get heart disease." Lan Jingshu raised his eyes, sighed quietly, and slowly reduced his mind. "He doesn't want to see us sad for him. ."

Gu Yefeng raised his eyes and looked at Gu Yefeng, "I always thought that I would go ahead of him."

Lan Jingshu pushed Gu Yefeng, "No nonsense."

Gu Yefeng smiled, "My legs, and this broken body, what is the point of being so alive?"

Lan Jingshu squeezed his shoulders, "If you talk nonsense, don't see the emperor again in the future. If she hears these words, she will definitely be sad."

Gu Yefeng was startled slightly and sneered, "I'm really useless."

Lan Jingshu patted him on the shoulder, "As long as you are in the emperor's heart, that is useful."

Gu Yefeng stared at Lan Jingshu in a daze, "But, Yi Mu...should not have gone so early."

Lan Jingshu was silent for a moment, "Maybe leaving is also a relief, this is the path he chose."

Gu Yefeng raised his head and looked at the direction of Meixiang Palace, "Yes, we all have our own fate."

Feng Aotian carried Yi Mu back to Meixiang Palace and ordered the waiter to prepare the bath soup, while she carried him to the inner hall and put it on the bed.

Lay him carefully, cover the quilt, take the medicine box, lift his wrist, and bandage the wound.

After a while, the attendant prepared the bath soup. Feng Aotian hugged him into the screen, put him in the bath tub, and the warm water instantly became cold. She quickly took him out and put him back. Go to the bed, wear a shirt for him, hold his hand, and stare at him blankly.

auzw.com Time passed slowly, until late at night, he slowly opened his eyes on the bed, and stared at Shang Feng Aotian's cold eyes.

He just smiled flatly, "The emperor."

Feng Aotian propped his chin with one hand, and clenched his hand with the other, "Do you want to eat?"

"Yeah." Yi Mu nodded gently, "Plum cake."

"Okay." Feng Aotian gave a low laugh, and then ordered people to go and prepare.

"The emperor, the minister remembered to walk around." Yi Mu said softly while looking at her.

"Okay." Feng Aotian just answered gently with a faint smile.

She lifted him up and changed him into a light pink brocade robe that he loved so far, embroidered with large plum blossoms, noble and holy, he slowly got off the bed, stubbornly washed himself, tied his hair, and slowly got up , Looked at her, "The emperor, is Chen Mei?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded in response, "Very beautiful."

Yi Mu smiled softly, Feng Aotian stepped forward and helped him, the two stepped out of the palace and walked into the courtyard.

The two of them sat under the plum tree. He leaned in her arms, looked up and looked at the plum tree that had not yet bloomed. He raised his head slightly and said in a low voice, "In January, it will be the time when the plum blossoms are in full bloom. ."

"Yes." Feng Aotian replied softly, "When the time comes, I will accompany you to enjoy the plum."

"Yeah." Yi Mu responded with a smile, "There are flowers that can be folded and must be folded. Don't wait for no flowers to be folded."

Feng Aotian gently raised his hand, plucked the dead branch of a plum blossom and placed it in his hand, "What do you want to say?"

Yi Mu bowed his head, turned the plum blossom in his hand with jade-like fingers, and whispered, "The minister was born sick and weak, and the minister at that time knew that he was on his way to the future, so he took everything very lightly. Although the minister also wanted to do something useful in his lifetime, he was always unable to do what he wanted."

"The minister remembered that when he was five years old, he sneaked out of the mansion, but met a trafficker on the road and forcibly took the minister away. A child of the same age rescued the minister. That was the first time the minister saw a A child as old as a minister has such a high level of martial arts. She was wearing a short brown robe and holding a long sword heavier than her. Her complexion was cold, but she was able to subdue human traffickers. It fell from the sky, saved the minister, and let the minister know that even if the body is no longer good, he can do something useful." Yi Mu coughed a few times and said.

Feng Aotian just listened quietly, his voice was extremely soft, but he had deep memories that couldn't be dissolved, and her thoughts were also drawn away.

"What happened later?" Feng Aotian couldn't help asking.

"Later, the minister was safely sent home and never saw her again, but she was in the minister's heart. So, after a year, the minister saw her at a palace banquet, and the minister I know that she is the emperor’s most beloved prince, Feng Aotian." Yi Mu looked at the dead plum blossom in her hand, seeming to remember, "She has forgotten the minister, her eyes always fall on one person. I have never seen anyone other than that person."

"What happened later?" Feng Aotian hugged him tightly and asked in a low voice.

"Later, the minister paid close attention to her all the time. In order to be able to stand by her side, the minister desperately read and made herself a topic. Every time the court banquet, the minister would attend punctually even if he was unwell. After getting news from her, he secretly hides not far to see her. This seems to have become the habit of the minister." Yi Mu slowly told the past.

"What happened later?" Feng Aotian repeated these three words, but didn't know how to answer. She never knew that in the vast sea of ​​people, there was another person who would love her this way, without any regrets, and would love her deeply. Buried till now, it is not that he is going to the end, afraid that he will bury this secret deeply in his heart.

"Later..." Yi Mu raised her eyes and looked into the distance, "She became the regent, her gaze was taken from that person, she became perverse and violent, she became murderous, she searched Men of different appearances, she has changed..."

"Yes, she has changed." Feng Aotian replied quietly.

Yi Mu chuckled his lips and smiled, "However, the minister is very happy, because the minister can get close to her and can stay by her side. The minister deliberately appeared in front of her to let her notice the minister and bring him into the palace, even though The scars of her torment were numerous, but the minister was willing, even though she had never had a minister in her heart, but he never regretted it as a plaything."

Feng Aotian hugged him tightly, "What a fool."

"The minister is really stupid." Yi Mu's eyes were moist, but with a soft smile, he lifted his eyes to meet hers, "Even if he knows, he will soon take his own fancy, but the minister still wants to stay by her side. , Even if this is just luxury, but if she is not in the life of the minister, then what is the meaning of the life of the minister?"

He raised his hand and stroked her face, "The emperor, you never know that the minister loves you the most, and you are the most reluctant. However, knowing that he is reluctant, he has to pretend to be helpless."

Feng Aotian lowered his head, kissed his lips, and gently sucked in, "Do you want the Lord to remember you forever?"

Yi Mu leaned in her arms, "The minister just wanted to hide this love until he died, but when death comes, the minister can't let go. Isn't the minister too useless?"

Feng Aotian let him lean on, raised his eyes, and looked at the night sky in front of him, "If you are useless, will you stay with him?"

Yi Mu smiled lightly, with a bit of nostalgia in that smile, a bit of relief, and the love he had never revealed before. He lowered his head, looked at the hands that were shaking, and gently turned the dead branches of plum blossoms. "The minister is content."

Feng Aotian hugged him tightly, without saying a word, who could know the sadness in her heart? Who can understand the pain in her heart? She originally thought that they were her responsibility and the motivation for her to sustain her, but who would know that she was also the source of their survival. She maintained their lives, but she was unable to save them. She watched. They left one by one, but there was nothing she could do. No matter how strong she was, she could not escape the four words "the world is impermanent."

She can calculate all the possibilities, but she can't calculate their sincerity.

After the windless and the meteor returned to the courtyard, they were silent for a long time.

Meteor raised his eyes, stared at the windless, and asked in a low voice, "Let's talk, what happened in the secret room?"

"I know the real identity of the emperor." Wufeng looked at him, "I also know some things that cannot be said."

"Is Yi Mu really going to die?" Meteor's eyes flashed with surprise, and then asked.

"Yes." Wufeng said lightly, looking at the meteor, "he will come back to life."

Meteor understood the meaning of Wufeng's words, and then asked, "Is it related to the spirit clan leader?"

"Yeah." Wufeng nodded and looked at him, "Don't tell others about this."

"Good." Meteor nodded and slowly got up, "I have something to ask you."

"What?" Wufeng picked up the tea cup on the table and played with it.

"Are you interested in the Holy Lord?" Meteor looked at him solemnly.

"I don't know." Wufeng raised his eyes and looked at him, "The future changes so many things, how can I know one by one."

Meteor snorted coldly, "Old Fox."

"Aren't you sleepy?" No wind got up slowly, then walked into the house, "I'm tired."

Meteor knew that when he went to the secret room today, he must have consumed a lot of energy, and stopped talking, but turned around and left the courtyard.

The dog followed the meteor and returned to the Emperor's bedroom. He then sat on the soft couch and looked at it, "You said, what did the holy lord see in the holy pond? Yi Mu is afraid that the holy lord’s robbery is also the cause, and he doesn’t know what’s next. Who will it be?"

The dog rubbed the legs of the meteor and raised his head, "The one that should come is coming, and I can't hide it."

"Hey." Meteor remembered his future and couldn't help shaking his head.

The dog doesn't say anything anymore, but lie on the sidelines, and the road to becoming an emperor is not that simple.

Yi Mu leaned in Feng Aotian's arms and sang softly, "Where can I go for a long journey? Long sword accompanied by white clothes..."

Feng Aotian listened to his voice. This was her song that Day and Ye Meixi and Feng Yinqi sang while drinking wine and watching the moon. She looked down and looked at him, "Is it cold?"

"It's not cold." Yi Mu shook his head, but leaned quietly in her arms, "The emperor, the minister wants to rest."

"Master is with you." Feng Aotian lowered his head and dropped a light kiss on his forehead.

With a faint smile on the corner of Yi Mu's mouth, he slowly closed his eyes.

Feng Aotian sang softly in his ears, "Red lotus root fragrant and remnant jade in autumn. Lightly unravel Luo Chang, come up alone, when the geese return, the moon is full of the west tower. The flowers flow from the water. A kind of lovesickness. , Two sorrows. There is no way to get rid of this feeling, so I lower my brow, but my heart.

The cold wind rustled in the autumn night, but the melancholy that had been condensed for more than ten years under the plum tree could not be blown away. In his arms, he used his twelve years of love to turn into death and compose his plum blossom soul.

Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng were sitting in the Jinxuan Palace. The quiet night sky echoed with the heart-stringing singing, but with sadness and tactfulness, smelling heartbreak.

Gu Yefeng raised the wine glass in his hand, looked up at Lan Jingshu, "He is going to leave after all."

Lan Jing lifted his cup, raised his head and drank, "Yes."

Gu Yefeng laughed loudly, "Haha, okay, okay, let's go, we will be clean."

"Yeah." Lan Jingshu just responded indifferently, and then poured another glass of wine. He also wanted to get drunk, facing life and death, even if their hearts were strong, they are now vulnerable.

When Mr. Cat left, they were not with them, but they could feel the sadness in her heart and the loneliness after she became strong, but now, Yi Mu and them have grown up since childhood, everyone has died, but, They are unwilling to face it. Such a death makes them feel so compassionate.

On the three sides of the frontier when returning to the country, Mu Hanyao, Leng Qianye, and Ajiu are taking the soldiers to attack the city bravely. They have one person in their hearts, and they can't let go of her. All their hope is her.

Ye Meixi raised her eyes and looked at the war in the distance. His eyes were filled with determination and coldness. Such a battlefield and such a fight are the necessary process to lead her to dominate the world, and he is willing to do so.

Feng Aotian never knew what love was. She was standing behind him in her previous life, willing to stand behind him. Maybe, at the moment of death, she could feel the pain of her heart being split, maybe, that It's love.

To regain a new life, all she wants is to get rid of that shadow and be who she is. However, the road ahead is long. She thought she would move forward alone, but one after another warm embrace appeared beside her, her heart It was cold, and when a ray of sunlight poured in, she wanted to take all the warmth in the world.

They are her responsibility. At first, she just used them and never knew how to love them. However, she just let them all fall into this swamp of love, and she was also deeply trapped in it.

She is cold and ruthless, she is numb and cruel, but she also has a heart, although cold, but also flesh and blood, she will also be moved and feel the warmth they give her. Today, she understands what love is, not The obsession deep in the bone marrow, but the tremor that poured into my heart, they gave her everything, and what did she bring to them? The shackles of fate that cannot escape, confine their souls, make them willing to give up their original self-esteem and pride and become a captive canary next to her?

Feng Aotian raised her eyes and looked into the distance. She used to look at life and death indifferently, but now, although she knows that he will not die, what is more painful than death is that she left her memories, and he But forgot completely.

That night, she hugged him like this, leaning against the plum tree, the years are quiet, but it is a sad beauty.

The next day, Yi Mu woke up slowly. He thought he was in a dream, but now he truly feels the warmth of her embrace, the bitterness in his heart has long since vanished, and the sweetness filled him. Xintian, he got up from her arms, "The emperor, won't you go to the morning court?"

Feng Aotian supported him and stroked the broken hair of his temple lightly, "Master is with you."

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