This Lord is Too Cruel

Abandoning all the worries and worries, Feng Aotian just leaned quietly in Wei Zimo's arms and slept for a whole day.

Until the next day when it got lighter, she opened her eyes suddenly, and the temperature next to the bed was already cold. She slowly sat up, looked up, and saw the bright red figure with her back facing her, busy .

She rubbed her eyebrows lightly, the day will continue, right?

Containing all her emotions, she was still that majestic, shocking, cold-blooded Feng Aotian.

Wei Zimo turned around and saw that she had already gotten off the bed.

He stepped into the inner hall and shook her hand, "What will I do later?"

"Prepare for these two days and go to Wuyue Country the next day." Feng Aotian let him lead and walked to the golden basin, she rolled up her sleeves.

Wei Zimo soaked the cotton pad with great grace, wringed it out, and handed it to her.

She took it naturally, without any tweaking or impropriety. After washing up, he took her hand and stepped out of the inner hall.

She raised her eyes and looked at the breakfast that had been set on the table, Shi Cai, she had found the redness and swelling on his fingers, but they did not break, this was his heart for her.

Wei Zimo held her hand, and the two sat down together. He personally picked up the vegetables and put them in her bowl. On weekdays, he could play tricks, but at this time, he knew how to do so. He was not an unreasonable troublemaker. People also understand that at this time, what she needs more is the consideration and tolerance of those around her.

Feng Aotian used breakfast quietly, and after it had finished, he got up and left the Floating Dream Palace.

Wei Zimo stepped out of the bedroom with her. He turned his eyes and looked at her, "I'm going to the restaurant. Go ahead, there are still people waiting for you."

"Okay." Feng Aotian raised his eyes, with the same smile on the corner of his mouth. After the heart-wrenching parting, she was still the same she used to be.

This kind of her made Wei Zimo feel even more distressed. He also thought that if one day he faced such a life and death, he would definitely collapse, but she was so strong, the more so, the more let He felt distressed, and he knew that her heart was bleeding.

However, he was unwilling to break her strength, his cold eyes showed a faint glow, the corner of his mouth was slightly hooked, he leaned forward, gave a light kiss on the corner of her lips, and gently pushed her, "Go ."

Feng Aotian gave a low smile, and then when Wei Zimo took a step back, he dragged him into his arms, printed his lips on his head, and bite gently across the veil. Fortunately, there were them beside her. .

She left his lips in a very low voice, "Master is gone."

"Okay." Wei Zimo stood there and watched her turn and leave. She did not perform light work on the long corridor. Instead, she walked step by step. The tall and handsome figure showed a sadness that he could not see through. .

It wasn't until the figure disappeared that he gradually withdrew his gaze, then tapped his toes, and flew away from the palace. When he landed in the restaurant, he saw Xing Wuyun who hadn't appeared for a long time.

He was reclining on the soft couch, holding a hip flask in one hand, propping one hand on one side, tilting his head slightly, and taking a drink.

Wei Zimo walked into the bead curtain, sat on the soft couch, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and touched the piano with his hands. The sound of the piano was melodious, but it was infinitely desolate.

There was a smile on the corner of Xing Wuyun's mouth, he was obviously laughing bohemian, but the sadness in his eyes gradually spread...

Feng Aotian walked to the emperor’s bedroom, Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng stood on one side, her mouth was smiling, she looked at the two people in front of her, her eyes were red and swollen, and her eyes were heavy. Although she was sad, she didn’t show any signs. , They all hide their sadness in their hearts.

She stepped forward, holding Lan Jingshu's hand, "Have you eaten breakfast?"

"It's used." Lan Jingshu's voice was a little dull.

Feng Aotian took him into his arms, "Master will find him back."

"Yeah." Lan Jingshu listened to Feng Aotian's mutter, and replied warmly.

Gu Yefeng kept his head down. If he didn't look at her, he was afraid that he could not control it and would cry. In the eyes of outsiders, he was nothing but ordinary, temperamental and grumpy, but it was because of his own disability. After reading a lot of books, he will have his status today, but who can understand his inner suffering and his fragility?

Feng Aotian leaned over slightly, raised his chin, and slowly kissed his lips, pecking lightly.

Gu Yefeng's body trembled, tears couldn't help streaming down, and they dripped on the back of his fist on his legs.

Feng Aotian left his lips, turned sideways slightly, and pushed him to leave the Imperial Palace.

On this day, just like in the past, Feng Aotian returned to the emperor's bedroom after the early dynasty.

Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng went to the Metropolitan Procuratorate, and their days were still living, seemingly normal, but sentimental.

Feng Aotian sat on the soft couch, and the figure of his soul fell.

"Master, his subordinates followed Yi Shifei's figure, but his martial arts were too high, and he disappeared after halfway through the chase." The soul bowed his head and replied.

Feng Aotian raised her hand and looked at the Jinpa embroidered with plum blossoms on her wrist. She stroked it lightly, then raised her eyes, "No need to find it, it will appear when it is time to appear."

"Yes." The soul replied immediately.

Po then also appeared and fell in front of her, "Master, General Leng is trapped there."

Feng Aotian's eyes were cold, "If today is over and you haven't rushed out, send someone to go."

"Yes." Po knows that Feng Aotian's temper has always been like that of a car.

Feng Aotian sat in a precarious manner, placing one hand casually aside, while the other hand was hitting the low table beside him, and said in a deep voice, "What happened to Ah Jiu?"

"Last night, I sent someone to destroy all the grain and grass in the city. Early this morning, I led my troops to attack the city." Po immediately replied.

Feng Aotian nodded slightly, "Yes."

The soul cast his eyes down, seeing that Feng Aotian had no more instructions, and then retreated.

Feng Aotian stood up, lifted his steps, and left the emperor's bedroom.

When I arrived at the courtyard, I saw Meteor sitting on the stone bench beside him, staring at the windless back with his hands propped on his chin, while the windless was just applying medicine as always.

"You haven't gotten tired of it yet?" She said lightly, and she was already standing in front of the meteor.

Meteor raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, "Holy Lord, what are you doing here?"

"You are allowed to come, but you are not allowed to come?" Feng Aotian raised his hand, touched Meteor's head, and sat down slowly.

Meteor raised his head and saw her face as usual, as if Yi Mu had never happened before. He condensed his emotions and said with a smile, "Holy Lord, when will you leave?"

"The day after tomorrow." Feng Aotian looked at the meteor, "Want to go out with the master?"

"Yeah." Meteor nodded.

"In two months, when the golden scroll is opened again, the little white snake will come out. These days, you still stay in the palace." Feng Aotian looked at the meteor and said with a smile.

Hearing the meteor, he quickly put away his smiling face and pouted, "Holy Lord, the little white snake is two months away from coming out. Does the meteor always stay in the palace? Isn't it boring?"

Feng Aotian looked at him, "These days, something big will happen in the palace. If you are not here, you have to help."

"Is there a good show to watch?" Meteor's head drooped just now, and instantly, he lifted it up again, smiling very brightly.

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "So, you have to stay."

"Okay." Meteor nodded in response.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and watched Wufeng always turn his back to her, and if nothing happened, she got up, stood beside him, and looked at him, "When are you leaving?"

The windless side looked at her, "Do you want me to go?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded.

No wind smiled indifferently, "I will leave when Mr. Jiu."

"Duke Jiu will not be back soon." Feng Aotian replied directly.

No wind was slightly startled, "I see, I will leave tomorrow."

Feng Aotian chuckled, "Take care all the way."

No wind did not answer, his slender fingers slid over the medicinal materials in front of him, but the snow-white figure was slightly sulking.

Meteor didn't know why Feng Aotian would let Wufeng leave. Now, isn't the palace in urgent need of manpower?

He got up and stood beside Feng Aotian, "Holy Lord, Meteor doesn't want no wind to go."

Feng Aotian lowered his eyes and looked at him, "Then you will leave with him."

"Holy Lord." Meteor looked at the cold light in Feng Aotian's eyes. He knew. It seemed that the Holy Lord knew Wufeng's thoughts on her, but other people could get close to her. Why couldn't it be Wufeng?

No wind raised his head, looking at the sky in front of him, maybe leaving is the best result.

After Feng Aotian left, he turned around, stepped up, and entered the house. The door closed, and he leaned weakly against the door, curling his lips with a light smile.

Meteor stared at the door for a moment, sighed and shook his head, turned around, and left the courtyard.

Feng Aotian returned to the imperial palace, and saw Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng had returned.

Meteor followed her in, leaped slightly, and sat on the soft couch with her, looking up, staring at her.

"Holy Lord, why do you have to go without wind?" Meteor asked inexplicably.

Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at him, "Leaving is the best choice for him, he doesn't belong here."

Meteor looked at her quietly. After a long time, she seemed to understand the meaning of her words, then jumped off the soft couch and left the emperor's bedroom.

Lan Jingshu stepped forward and sat beside her, holding her hand in his palm, "My lord, do you want to rest?"

Feng Aotian raised his eyes, met his gentle eyes, and smiled lightly, "I'll have lunch later, and there are very few days for you to be with you. Have you complained about him?"

Lan Jingshu smiled lightly, shook her head, and put her hand on her cheek, "As long as he can look at the emperor in this way, his life is enough."

Feng Aotian took him into his arms and said softly, "This kind of day will not be long."

Lan Jingshu understands that such a life will not be long, but it is not short. After all, there is still a long way to go.

Gu Yefeng sat quietly in the wheelchair, raised his eyes and stared at her, not knowing what to say.

As usual, the three of them stopped for lunch and went to the study to review the memorial.

Meteor returned to the courtyard and saw that the door was closed. He stood at the door and knocked on the door, "What are you doing hiding in the house?"

No wind raised her hand, her fingertips touched every inch of this place, recalling what happened in these days, less than a month, she could shake his heart, such a person is too terrifying.

He lowered his head, looked at the white cloth on his wrist, stroked it gently, condensed all his thoughts, raised his steps, walked to the door, pushed the door open, and saw Meteor looking up at him.

"Look at what I am doing?" Wufeng chuckled softly, then stepped up and walked into the courtyard.

Meteor kept his hands in front of him, "Don't you wonder why the Holy Lord suddenly let you go?"

"I shouldn't have stayed here, am I?" Wufeng smiled indifferently, "I yearn for the days of idle clouds and wild cranes. What can I do if I stay here? What is it? This is not my place local."

"But, don't you already know the identity of the Holy Lord? Are you willing?" Meteor raised his head and quickly asked, he could feel the windless breath, which had a certain connection with the breath of the Holy Lord.

No wind chuckled, "She doesn't need me, and I don't belong here."

Meteor listened to his words and knew that things were irreversible. Just as the Holy Lord said, his departure may be the best choice. He put down his hands, turned around, and walked forward.

Wufeng looked at him and smiled indifferently, "It's rare that you still think of me."

Meteor looked at him, "Are you going back to the door of innocence?"

"Yeah." Wufeng nodded, "could it be my own curiosity, now that I have spent my days leisurely in the mountains, why bother to come here."

Meteor listened to the windless words, "Then have you regretted it?"

"What do you regret?" Wufeng immediately sat down, "Regret not listening to you, curiosity killed people?"

Meteor sat beside him, "Hey, the poisoning is not deep."

"Unfortunately, there is no cure." Wufeng shook his head and said, "However, I am a doctor, so I can naturally find the cure."

Meteor raised his eyes and looked at him, "I will see you."

"Okay." Wufeng responded with a smile, then got up, walked to the corner, and looked at him, "There are two jars of wine buried in the ground. Don't swallow it yourself."

"I'm waiting for you to drink together." Meteor patted his chest and said vows.

In the restaurant, Wei Zimo finished his song. He raised his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun on the soft couch, "What are you doing these days?"

Xing Wuyun put down the hip flask and looked at him, "When will she leave?"

"The day after tomorrow." Wei Zimo said coldly.

"Yeah." Xing Wuyun nodded, "I'm leaving."

"Okay." Seeing that he was unwilling to answer, Wei Zimo didn't ask any more, but just responded lightly.

Xing Wuyun raised his hand, waved his hand freely, and then flew away.

Wei Zimo put away the piano, condensed his mind, and looked at the accounts and secret documents beside him intently.

Until late at night, Feng Aotian came out of the study with a small smile on his lips, watching them both, "Go back to the bedroom."

Lan Jingshu responded warmly, "The emperor, let Ye Feng live with the minister."

Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at Gu Yefeng, "Afraid of being hurt by the scene?"

"The minister is just afraid of being alone." Gu Yefeng replied bluntly.

Feng Aotian nodded and said, "It's up to you."

Gu Yefeng responded with a smile, "Thank you, the emperor."

Feng Aotian stroked his Qingsi lightly, "I'm tired today too, go back and rest earlier."

"Yes, the minister retire." Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng bowed in response, and then retreated.

The two were walking on the way back to the bedroom, Lan Jingshu pushed him, "Last time the cat left, the emperor did the same."

"Yes." Gu Yefeng sighed, "I don't know what other variables are waiting for you and me in the future."

Lan Jingshu raised his eyes and watched the night fill with the cold wind blowing on his blue silk, his eyes flashed with sadness.

When Wei Zimo came back from the restaurant, he saw Feng Aotian was already waiting for him.

He stepped forward and sat beside her, "Why didn't you let them accompany you?"

"Master missed you." Feng Aotian leaned in his arms and whispered.

Wei Zimo wrapped her waist and sighed lowly, "I really can't do anything with you."

Feng Aotian knew that Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng were just holding on, she just gave them more room for adjustment.

However, she didn't know that they held on so hard, but they were worried about her.

Wei Zimo hugged her, feeling the faint tenderness from her body, he closed his eyes slightly, just like this, clinging to her.

Lying on the recliner quietly without wind, letting the cold wind blow by, he opened his eyes, staring blankly at Xuan Yue hanging in the sky, lost in thought.

It was not until dawn that he got up from the recliner and walked into the house. After he was ready, he stepped out of the courtyard.

Standing in the distance, Feng Aotian watched him slowly walking, her mouth was slightly pursed, and she stood solemnly.

He stepped forward and stood in front of her, still so indifferent, "I'm leaving."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded slightly.

"Before leaving, can you do something to me?" Wufeng stared at her and asked in a low voice.

"What's the matter?" Feng Aotian looked at him and asked softly.

auzw.com There was no wind and he smirked his lips. When she was dazed, he stepped forward, lowered his head, and kissed her lips. It was just a light kiss, so he backed out and passed her. Fly away on his side.

Standing in place, Feng Aotian felt the light and windy breath, turned around, and had already disappeared from him.

Meteor hid and watched secretly, then stepped forward and looked up at Feng Aotian, "Hey, passion is always ruthlessly annoyed."

Feng Aotian retracted his gaze and looked at the shooting star, "Master has been calculated. Are you sorry for him?"

"There is anyone in this world who can calculate the Holy Lord?" Meteor curled his mouth, then turned around and walked forward.

The dog raised his head and glanced at the shooting star deeply, agreeing with the words of the shooting star for the first time.

Feng Aotian raised his hand, pressing his fingertips against the place he just touched, and said solemnly, "Really a cunning fox."

Wei Zimo didn't know when, appeared beside her, lowered his eyes, and looked at her coldly.

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Master was forced to kiss, you should ask him to settle the account."

Wei Zimo snorted coldly, "If you don't want to, can he touch you?"

Feng Aotian smacked his lips, feeling that he was dumb. He raised his eyes, his eyes were cold and sharp, "Huh, next time I come back ten times stronger."

Wei Zimo then turned around, "Then you go."

Feng Aotian hurriedly tugged at his sleeves, "Hehe, you still can't do it, Grandpa Qiang?"

Wei Zimo shook off her hand and continued to walk forward, "No time."

Feng Aotian looked at the figure he was leaving, with a small smile on the corner of his mouth, just like his awkward appearance, very cute.

Wei Zimo left the palace and went to the restaurant.

However, Feng Aotian went on the ground step by step and returned to the Imperial Palace.

Po has been waiting for a long time.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Is there any news?"

"Congratulations, Master, Black Wind is wiped out." Po hurriedly bowed his head.

When Feng Aotian heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he raised his voice, "Okay."

Po was very excited, "Ajiu has already breached the second city, but let Mengxi escape."

"It's okay, Ah Jiu will take the head of Mengxi." Feng Aotian replied unhurriedly, "Now, there is only Hanyao."

"Exactly." Po then replied, "However, now, there is no progress."

"It's okay, wait a minute." Feng Aotian believed that Mu Hanyao naturally had a way, she just had to wait for the result.

Po then went down.

Returning south to the west, Leng Qianye stood alone beside the swamp in front of him. His expression was indifferent. Fu Zhuo on the side was covered with large and small wounds, but it did not affect his mood of winning the battle.

He looked sideways and looked at Leng Qianye, "General Leng, the 100,000 army of Black Wind will be ruined here. Now, we can drive straight in."

General Leng looked at the swamp in front of him and remembered the thrill of last night. This swamp was specially found by him. From the initial defeat to the counterattack, they finally successfully led the black wind to this swamp. , So that 100,000 troops were buried here, and the soul of the war returning to the country disappeared, which also meant the bad luck of returning to the country.

When Nan Yu got the news, it was already noon, his eyes were glaring at the dark guard who was in front of him, raised his hand, and slapped him with a palm, "What a Leng Qianye, he actually wiped out my black wind."

"The emperor, Mengxi is defeated." Then there was another bad news, which made Nan Yu even more angry. He smashed the book case in front of him with a palm, then lifted a step, and rushed out.

Ye Meixi stood on the tower and watched the battle in front of him. There were only two days left before the wedding day came. He had to leave.

If after today, if Mu Hanyao has not breached the city tower, he can't wait any longer.

Mu Hanyao stood at the barracks and watched the battle in the distance, while Li Su had already rushed forward and hurried forward, standing in front of him, "General, humble and incompetent."

Mu Hanyao glanced at him calmly, and then said, "Continue to attack the city."

"Yes." Li Su quickly responded, and then turned to go.

He turned on his horse and took another group of people to the south of the city. He looked at the man in black in front of him and said solemnly, "Can it be solved?"

"According to the general's orders, all guards at this place have been killed." The man in black replied in a deep voice.

"Okay." Mu Hanyao said solemnly, and then watched the soldier in front of him open the gate of the city under the sign of the man in black. He led the men and horses into the gate.

Li Su continued to take the soldiers to attack the city gate, and Lin Xiao stood on the tower with a certain expression on his face.

Suddenly, I heard a killing cry from the south, and then I saw a soldier running over, "The general is not good. The enemy broke through the south gate and rushed in."

Lin Xiao's eyes sank, "There are the generals' personal guards, how can it be easily broken?"

"Subordinates don't know." The soldier responded quickly.

A cold stern flashed in Lin Xiao's eyes, and then he led people away and hurried to the south gate.

As soon as I got off the tower, I saw Mu Hanyao taking the lead and rushing over with the men and women.

Lin Xiao hurriedly drew out his saber and led the horses to greet him.

Ye Meixi raised his eyes and looked at the sudden reversal in front of him. A wicked smile was awakened at the corner of his mouth, and then he raised his hand, "Order the men and horses ambushing three miles away to do it."

"Yes." Chuxia on the side quickly took the order, and then went to pass the message in person.

In just half a day, Mu Hanyao personally cut off Lin Xiao's head, stood on the tower in awe, swearing that the half-month-long battle would end.

On this day, Nan returned to the country's strong city wall, facing a situation where he failed to defend the city on three sides. Nan Yu was even more angry and vomited blood.

When Feng Aotian received the news, it was late at night, and the corners of her mouth raised a gratifying smile. These days of planning were really not in vain, and they did not live up to her expectations.

Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng were also very happy to hear such good news.

Meteor sat down beside Feng Aotian and looked at her, "Holy Lord, did Nan Yu really vomit blood?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "It will take less than two months for Nan to return to the country and he will be completely flattened. Since then, there has been no Nan returning to the country in this world."

Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng quickly bowed their heads, and replied in unison, "Congratulations to the emperor."

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at the two of them, "Master will leave tomorrow, but he will be back in January."

"Yes." Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng responded.

On this day, Wei Zimo did not return to the palace, but stayed in the restaurant overnight.

Feng Aotian knew why he was like this, and did not go to look for him. Early the next morning, she hurried to Wuyue Country.

Ye Meixi watched Mu Hanyao stand on the first city that he returned to China. He just nodded slightly to Mu Hanyao, then turned around and hurried back to Kyoto overnight.

Returning to the south of the country, Leng Peihan was also very happy when he learned that the second city had been taken. The town had been set up properly. She bid farewell to Li Yuan and took the team to the second city.

That night, he entered the city and joined Leng Qianye.

Leng Qianye was removing the armor from his body. After taking a shower, he walked out, raised his eyes, and saw Leng Peihan walk in with a smile.

His indifferent countenance raised a small smile, "Why don't you understand the rules, and you won't pass it in."

Leng Peihan saw that Leng Qianye had lost a lot of weight, and the black green under his eyes was very heavy. He knew that he must be overworked these days. She stepped forward distressedly, holding his arm, "Brother, you guys. Time must not have a good meal."

Leng Qianye raised his eyes slightly and looked at her, "Are you going to be in charge of Big Brother now?"

"If you don't take care of yourself, why should I explain to the emperor?" Leng Peihan quickly moved out Feng Aotian.

"I'm getting more naughty now." Leng Qianye couldn't help laughing, and then sat down.

Fu Zhuo had just rectified the soldiers, stepped up, and walked in, and saw Leng Peihan leaning affectionately on Leng Qianye's shoulder. The two were talking and laughing.

He stepped inside, "General, the city has been settled."

"Yeah." Leng Qianye looked at Fu Zhuo, "These days, you have worked hard, and now you have captured the second city. The whole army rests for two days before setting off."

"Yes." Fu Zhuo answered, raising his eyes and looking at Leng Peihan, he just nodded slightly.

Leng Peihan smiled in return, and then turned his eyes to look at Leng Qianye, "Big brother, don't worry, just leave the aftermath to my younger sister."

"Good." Leng Qianye didn't tease her, but responded with a smile.

Fu Zhuo watched the two brothers and sisters talk, then smiled and walked out.

Leng Peihan raised his eyes, looked at Fu Zhuo's back, and looked at Leng Qianye, "It looks like he was seriously injured."

"Yeah." Leng Qianye nodded, "He is a rare good general."

"Oh." Leng Peihan replied, unavoidably glanced out, then rolled his eyes and looked at Leng Qianye, "Big brother, younger sister accompany you to dinner."

"Okay." Leng Qianye just remembered that he hadn't had a meal with his family for a long time. He raised his eyes and looked at Leng Peihan. He had already faded away from the childishness of the girl and became a little more heroic.

After a while, a soldier walked in with food. Leng Peihan and Leng Qianye were sitting at the same place. They looked at each other and smiled. He looked at her, "How is mother?"

"Mother has always been tough, and the emperor will send someone to tell me about your eldest brother's current situation every day. Mother is also very pleased to know your current achievements." Leng Peihan put the vegetables in his bowl and said with a smile.

"Mother is in good health, and I am relieved." Leng Qianye looked at Leng Peihan, "How about you?"

"Me?" Leng Peihan raised his eyes, looked at Leng Qianye, and couldn't help asking.

"You are not young anymore, you have reached the age of marriage." Leng Qianye said immediately.

"Well, big brother, don't be in a hurry." Leng Peihan raised his eyes and looked at him, "It's just big brother.

Leng Qianye paused for a while, listened to her, raised his hand, and knocked on her head, "Nowadays, there is more and less righteousness. Is this what a woman should ask?"

Leng Peihan covered his sore head, and then said, "I just asked casually."

Leng Qianye's face was stained with unexpected pink, then he lowered his eyes, ignored her, and ate quietly.

Seeing this, Leng Peihan quickly said with a smile, "Big brother is shy."

Leng Qianye raised his eyes and looked at her, "If it is no longer big or small, I will tell the emperor and let you go back."

Leng Peihan hurriedly fell silent, sticking out his tongue, and ate obediently.

After Leng Qianye had finished eating, he went back to the bed and looked at her, "I will take a break. If you have anything to do, go and work."

"Yes." Leng Peihan responded quickly, and then retreated.

Lifting her eyes, she saw that Fu Zhuo was still busy. She smiled and stood beside him. She saw the white cloth tied to his hand, "Will you rest?"

"I will go later." Fu Zhuo looked at Leng Peihan, "Where is the general?"

"Big brother said he was tired." Leng Peihan raised his eyes and looked at him. Just as he was about to say something, a man walked up in the distance, and she smiled forward, "How did you get here?"

"This place is also under the jurisdiction of the officials." The visitor was Li Yuan, he raised his eyes, looked at Leng Peihan, and said softly.

"Can you go to the county government?" Leng Peihan then asked.

"Not yet." Li Yuan looked down and replied.

Leng Peihan replied with a smile, "I happened to be going, and you happened to be here, so then go with me."

"Good." Li Yuan answered with his eyes down.

Fu Zhuo stepped forward and looked at her, "This is?"

"He is the magistrate sent by the emperor." Leng Peihan turned his eyes, looked at Fu Zhuo, and said with a smile.

"Oh, you are Li Yuan?" Fu Zhuo had heard of the things that happened in the town these days, raised his eyes, looked at the man in front of him, and asked.

"It's the next official." Li Yuan still responded politely.

Fu Zhuo nodded slightly, "Where is General Leng going?"

"General Fu, you are polite. In the future, you will call me Peihan. I will go to the county office with him to see." Leng Peihan raised his eyes and looked at Fu Zhuo with a smile.

Fu Zhuo also smiled lightly, "It just so happens, I want to go to the county government too, why don't we go together?"

"Good." Leng Peihan nodded quickly, and the three of them went to the county office.

When Feng Aotian arrived at Wuyue Country, it was already dawn the next day, and Ye Meixi arrived earlier than her. In these days, he hadn't rested, so he returned to the palace and stopped by himself.

In early summer, I was getting ready to wash and wash my utensils. I was standing outside the palace and felt a cold wind blowing. Then I raised my eyes and saw a silver-gray figure falling. I fixed my eyes and bowed my head, "Slaves..."

Feng Aotian stepped forward, waved his hand, and asked in a low voice, "Are you still resting?"

"Yes." Chuxia replied softly.

With a small smile on the corner of Feng Aotian's mouth, she pushed the door and walked in the inner hall. She saw the figure lying on the bed, and she smiled deeply, then stepped forward and stood beside the bed. Looking at the serene face.

After standing for a long time, she put her clothes on the bed, lay on his side, and embraced him in her arms. Feeling the softness in her arms, she whispered, "Pretend to sleep?"

Ye Meixi opened his eyes slightly, beautiful eyes flowed, revealing a variety of styles, he rubbed her cheek, his voice was numb, "Master, Meixi is waiting for you so hard."

Listening to his soft words, Feng Aotian lowered his eyes, then kissed his soft lips and gently sucked in.

Ye Meixi took the opportunity to wrap her waist, and her body pressed tightly, actively catering to her.

Feng Aotian's eyes flickered, then he left his lips, and said in a low voice, "I really am an angry fairy."

Ye Meixi snorted and put her hand on her already half-open chest. The skin of the tentacles was very tender and smooth. His eyes were silky, and the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed. He looked dissatisfied with desire.

Feng Aotian took the opportunity to unhook his belt, and his clothes were scattered. The water-snake waist was twisted gently and slowly wrapped around her...

After a brief flirtation, Feng Aotian hugged him, "Tell him, what are you going to do with your big wedding the next day?"

Ye Meixi raised her eyes and looked at her, "Ling Shuangxue...no, it should be Xia Luoyan. Meixi has already sent a welcoming relative to go there, and she will arrive in Kyoto tomorrow."

"She is condescending to honor." Feng Aotian's eyes sank and looked at him, "If you dare to put a green hat on your master, your master will destroy you."

Ye Meixi's slender legs hooked her ankles, and said, "Master, Meixi's body and mind belong to the Lord."

Feng Aotian lowered his eyes and looked at him, "Are you not going to tell the Lord?"

"Master just watch the good show." Ye Meixi said softly while hugging her.

Feng Aotian looked at him with this unfinished look, and couldn't help laughing. She hadn't seen him for a long time. He raised his eyes and looked at her, "The emperor, these days, do you think Meixi?"

Feng Aotian took his charming body into his arms, lowered his head, bit a row of teeth marks on his slender neck, and said softly, "What do you mean?"

Ye Meixi gave a smile, took the initiative to hook her neck, her beautiful eyes turned slightly, "My lord, no matter what happens in the future, you must remember that Meixi will always wait for the Lord, where you are, where Meixi is."

Feng Aotian curled his lips and smiled, lowered his head, pressed his forehead, and said softly, "Okay."

On this day, Ye Meixi did not go to the early dynasty, but stayed with Feng Aotian for a whole day. Until late at night, the reliance on welcoming relatives slowly entered Kyoto...

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