This Lord is Too Cruel

Feng Aotian leaned, facing his eyes, his face was like a peach blossom in the mist, his eyes were filled with charming mist, his red lips were slightly pursed, his slender neck was slightly raised, and the water droplets slipped from his neck, crystal clear , Very romantic.

She smiled and lifted his chin, her lips raised slightly, and slowly approached him, until the lips were about to close, her other hand knocked on his forehead, "The more and more you are not going."

Xing Wuyun thought she was going to do something to herself, but she didn't expect it, but when she said this, she felt a little disappointed. He quickly turned around, leaned in the tub, bowed his head and said, "The minister has never been right."

Feng Aotian smiled, scooped up water and sprinkled it on his shoulders, the drops of water slipped off, she whispered, "Are you afraid of touching the wound?"

Xing Wuyun snorted coldly, looking angry, closed his eyes and ignored her.

Feng Aotian sighed helplessly, now life is passing extremely fast, in a blink of an eye, more than 20 days have passed, and her sunflower water is about to come. In this case, how can she be with him?

She is just waiting for the best time, and she doesn't want to just rush into things like this, but if she is not stable today, how can she announce her identity to the world?

Feng Aotian drew his fingertips across his shoulders, slowly downwards, and pressed his cheeks against his neck, "How come you don't know how anxious you are?"

Xing Wuyun looked sideways, met her eyes, lowered his head, kissed her lips, biting gently.

Feng Aotian took advantage of the situation, his fingertips had already slipped into the water, and the water was rippling, when Xing Wuyun was forgotten...

Time passed slowly. I don’t know how long it had passed before I heard Xing Wuyun growl weakly, leaning back weakly, raising his eyes, looking at her, with slightly bent eyebrows, “It seems that the emperor did this for the first time?”

Feng Aotian lowered his head, looked at the muddy clear water, put his hands away, and fished him out of the tub, "That's natural."

Xing Wuyun stepped out of the bath tub, dressed in regular clothes, leaned on one side, and looked at her with a smile, "The emperor, would you like a minister..."

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Master comes by himself."

Xing Wuyun smiled, and then moved closer to her, "It turns out that the emperor likes to do it by himself."

Listening to his words, Feng Aotian's mouth twitched again, dragging his uninjured hand and walking out from behind the screen, "Go and lie down."

"What is the emperor going to do?" Xing Wuyun asked in a low voice, looking at her turning around and leaving.

Feng Aotian raised his hand that he had put into the bath, "Master, go wash."

Xing Wuyun looked at her leaving figure, remembering the situation of Shicai, suddenly laughed, then turned around and lay on the dragon couch, but he was very happy.

Feng Aotian turned around and stepped into another screen. Looking at the bath soup that had been prepared in front of her, she untied her jade buckle belt, took off her clothes, and quickly entered the bath tub.

After listening to the screen, Xing Wuyun heard the sound of Xixi Suosuo's water. He thought of the picture of the talented person again, and he couldn't help but feel a little flustered. He suddenly sat up from the dragon couch, stepped barefoot on the carpet, and slowly approached the screen.

Feng Aotian naturally sensed the breath of Xing Wuyun approaching, and the corner of her mouth twitched slightly, "Want to come in?"

"Yeah." Xing Wuyun put his back on the screen, raised his head and looked at the top of the sky, "If it is, the emperor is not willing, the minister will stand like this."

Feng Aotian listened to his words, "Then stand like this and wait for the master to go out."

Xing Wuyun smiled. He already knew the result, but he still had a chance. He thought she would open that heart door and let him in. It turned out that he was too self-conscious.

Feng Aotian got up from the bath tub, tied his chest, walked out wearing loose normal clothes, raised his eyes, and saw that he closed his eyes with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

She chuckled, stepped forward, and stood in front of him, "What are you thinking?"

Xing Wuyun looked back and looked at her, "Isn't I doing something bad?"

He didn't use "chen", but used the word "I". In his heart, he had already given her completely on the day he was rescued by her.

Feng Aotian faced him face to face, wrapped around his waist, pressed his cheeks to his chest, listening to his faint breathing, feeling the unique breath exuding him, "You are doing well."

"But, why do I still feel far away from you?" Xing Wuyun let her hold, his hands hanging weakly on both sides, and asked quietly.

"Isn't my master always by your side?" Feng Aotian rubbed his chest and whispered, "What are you afraid of?"

Xing Wuyun lowered his eyes and looked at her, "I am very afraid of losing you one day."

Feng Aotian's eyes dimmed, leaving his embrace, holding his hand, and walking slowly onto the dragon couch, the two of them sat down immediately, and she stared at him, "Lord asks you, no matter what he becomes , You are the same as your master?"

Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and looked at him puzzledly, "Whether you are fat or thin, beautiful or ugly, human or ghost, male or female, I will treat you the same."

The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth raised slightly, raised his palm, placed it on his chest, and pressed it gently, "What can you feel?"

Xing Wuyun was startled, then suddenly raised his eyes, staring at her dumbfounded.

Feng Aotian took his hand down, slowly slid in along her skirt, pressed it again, and she looked at him, "Is it possible to feel it?"

Xing Wuyun was shocked again, got up from the dragon couch and pulled his hand back. He glanced at her incredulously, then turned around and left the Imperial Palace.

Looking at him, Feng Aotian flashed like this in thin regular clothes, and disappeared. She lowered her eyes and laughed, then she leaned against the dragon couch and looked at Feng Yinqi. Said, "He was scared."

At the beginning, Xing Wuyun always thought that he liked a woman. Later, because she was moved by her, because she was a man, she was escaping. Later, he finally faced him calmly. Now, he tells him that he likes her. He turned out to be a veritable woman, this sudden change made him unable to believe.

Xing Wuyun rushed out. At this moment, his brain was blank. Who can tell him, is this true? Or did he have a sweet dream? A blast of cold wind blew and hit him, icy and bitter. He folded his arms, raised his eyes, and looked at Leng Yueqing breeze, standing blankly outside the emperor's bedroom, calming his mind.

He never knew that it was from a man who was not a habit of breaking sleeves, but a real man? However, he didn't even know that the man he always thought was actually a woman? What exactly is going on? He couldn't imagine, letting go of the man's self-esteem, and willingly committed himself to the arms of another man, who turned out to be a woman? Gosh!

Xing Wuyun raised his head and couldn't help screaming. He was in vain of his reputation for being romantic for so many years, but he didn't even know whether the person next to him was a man or a woman. He couldn't help but laugh.

Si Xi stood outside the palace, looking at Xing Wuyun, who suddenly rushed out of the hall, with a frightened appearance. Standing outside the hall, he sighed and laughed loudly again, a little confused, what happened to Master Xing?

Xing Wuyun didn’t know how long he stood, and only felt that his body had become cold. He shuddered suddenly, then suddenly turned around, strode into the emperor’s bedroom, until he rushed towards the dragon bed, he saw her still sitting on the dragon bed. He stepped forward, stood in front of her, pulled her up from the dragon couch, and hurriedly pulled away the thin belt around her waist, took off her loose uniform, and saw the belt around her chest. , He still couldn't believe it, raised his hands and untied tremblingly. When it became clear, he stepped back and looked at Feng Aotian again. No wonder the first time he embraced her, he felt like others She is different from the man, she exudes a unique fragrance, obviously a tough body, but a bit more feminine, the chest is softer than the man, the past is vivid, he raised his head and couldn't help but let go Laughing.

Feng Aotian looked at him like this, and stood calmly in front of him like this, looking at him, "You don't want such a master?"

Xing Wuyun looked at her and smiled more and more wanton. His laughter resounded across the sky in the huge palace, while the meteor was hiding in the corner. Looking at the picture inside, he quickly covered his eyes, lowered his head, and saw the **** dog one. Staring in a daze, he quickly freed a hand to block the dog's eyes, "Look at no evil, don't look at any evil."

Xing Wuyun smiled and arched his body, until the smile disappeared, and tears came out of his eyes, he slowly stopped, the laughter suddenly stopped, he reduced his smile, straightened his back, and then stepped forward and put her on him. Closed her regular clothes and gently hugged her in her arms, "If it weren't for my nerves today and forcing you, would you plan to not tell me for the rest of your life? Do you plan to not touch me for the rest of your life?"

Feng Aotian knew that he had finally recovered his peace. She leaned against his arms, and there was no barrier between each other. Hearing each other's heartbeats, his heartbeats were beating extremely fast, as if he was about to burn her.

"Fool, I was just thinking about telling you in some time, but I didn't find a good time." Feng Aotian let him hug him tightly, and said softly.

Xing Wuyun listened to her voice. In the past, Feng Aotian's tone was low and low, mixed with the inherent low-mellowness of a man, but now, she is using the soft voice of a woman to make him tactfully He couldn't help but tremble. He should be thankful, is it a girl he likes?

Xing Wuyun lowered his head and looked at her, "Do you know how long I struggled in my heart because I fell in love with a man? You tell me now that you are not... You know, how shocked I am?"

"Then do you remember what Shicai promised me?" Feng Aotian looked at him. Now, she didn't call herself "Master", but used the word "I" instead.

Xing Wuyun twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled happily, "I will never leave you in this life."

He raised his hand and put down the tie between her hair, and the ink-like blue silk was scattered. She took away the beauty of the past. Now she seems to be more feminine. Xing Wuyun kept asking herself. How could he not doubt that she is a woman?

He lowered his head slightly, kissed her delicate lips, and gently sucked in, then hugged her horizontally, carefully placed it on the dragon bed, and bullied him up.

Feng Aotian took advantage of the situation to roll, and then pressed him in his arms, lowered his head, and looked at him, "No matter what identity he is, he must be on top."

Xing Wuyun raised his eyebrows and looked at her, "Then, tonight..."

Feng Aotian raised his hand and pinched his Ying Ting's nose, "It won't be done tonight. Master will come to Kuishui in a few days. It's not easy to have sex."

Xing Wuyun showed a look of expectation. When he heard Feng Aotian's words, he was disappointed. He raised his eyes, looked at her, and suddenly remembered something, "Then, last time, when you married Wei Zimo, it was here. Kwaishui?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded.

"Then...Wei Zimo don't know who you are?" Xing Wuyun's eyes lit up, letting her press on himself, he stroked the ink hair on her chest and asked in a low voice.

"Yeah." Seeing that he was in a great mood, Feng Aotian responded with a smile.

"Then...when does the emperor plan to tell him?" Xing Wuyun meant that, anyway, he would not tell Wei Zimo.

The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, and his chin was raised, her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly. Now, the appearance of a woman is even more charming, "You are selfish."

"Yeah." Xing Wuyun nodded, remembering something quickly, and then asked, "Does the cat and Mu Hanjin know the emperor's identity?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian replied lightly.

"Where is no wind?" Xing Wuyun thought about how cunning the wind is, and he is superb medical skills, which can naturally be seen.

"I know." Feng Aotian nodded.

"Besides, then... who else knows?" Xing Wuyun asked quickly with his brows slightly bent.

"You." Feng Aotian stroked his lips with his fingertips, whispering.

Xing Wuyun immediately opened his eyes and smiled, "When will the emperor and his minister..."

Feng Aotian's phoenix eyes turned slightly, and looked at him, "Don't you wonder why the master would dress up as a man?"

"For the minister, the minister only cares about the current emperor and the future emperor. If you don't want to mention the past, why should the minister ask more?" Xing Wuyun wrapped her slender waist around her, and then discovered that it was indeed more ordinary The man was soft, he was annoyed again, how could he not find out early?

Feng Aotian naturally saw the emotion in his eyes clearly, and then lowered his head, pressing his forehead, "Are you not going to rest tonight?"

"Insomnia." Xing Wuyun said to himself, knowing her true identity, he is very excited now, it is strange to fall asleep.

At this moment, Meteor has dragged the dog to leave the palace, sitting on the steps, looking up, looking at the starry sky, patting his chest, turning his head, looking at the dog, "You must forget about the talent. "

The dog nodded, it was anxious to forget.

Xing Wuyun embraced Feng Aotian, raised his eyes, and looked at the top of the sky. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile, "The emperor, did Mr. Cat know your identity early in the morning?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "What are you giggling about?"

Xing Wuyun didn't know why. He felt that his heart had opened up a lot now. When he thought that she was a woman in his arms, he felt that the depressed stone in his heart fell instantly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't be concealed.

"Happy." Xing Wuyun said two words with a smile.

Feng Aotian raised his hand and twisted his waist, "If you really are a man, are you so happy?"

Xing Wuyun lowered his eyes, looked at her, and answered truthfully, "No."

Feng Aotian snorted coldly. If she were a man, she wouldn't like a man either. She looked sideways and watched his eyebrows become more frivolous, as if she had seen him for the first time.

She suddenly felt that it was right to tell him now, and seeing him so happy made her heart happy.

Xing Wuyun suddenly stopped smiling, and then asked, "The emperor, was it the first time you came to Kuishui last time?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded.

"Then your virgin body was broken by Father Cat?" Xing Wuyun asked immediately.

"Yeah." Feng Aotian continued.

Xing Wuyun turned sideways and looked at her, "This time, when you come to Kuishui, the minister will accompany you."

He remembered that Wei Zimo said at the time that on the night of the wedding, he saw her fragile side, and for the next few days, she was also ill in bed. He knew more or less the pain after the woman came to Kuishui. After all, at the beginning The Furong Pavilion is in his hands.

He raised his hand and stroked his lower abdomen, suddenly thinking of something, "If the emperor doesn't come to Kuishui this month?"

Feng Aotian shook his head and said, "Master's body has been damaged by martial arts since childhood, and his body is cold. Therefore, it is difficult to be happy in sex."

Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and looked at her, "No wonder you take medicine every day in those days."

"Well, it's conditioning. After all, the master came to Kuishui much later than ordinary women." Feng Aotian looked at him, "You know women well?"

Xing Wuyun embraced her carefully, "The minister is only interested in the emperor."

Feng Aotian smiled lightly, "He is naturally happy with you by his side."

Xing Wuyun kissed her smooth forehead lightly, holding her hand, no wonder it was much warmer and smaller than a man's, and the grip was very soft, and he was annoyed again. These doubts added up, how could he never think of it. ?

That's because, since Feng Aotian was born, everyone knows that she is a man, and her usual behavior is also a man's behavior. I vowed to ask any woman who can have such a harsh method of hers?

He was fortunate that he fell in love with her, not someone else, and he was more fortunate to have met her by himself, not someone else.

That night, Feng Aotian leaned against Xing Wuyun's arms and fell asleep peacefully.

And Xing Wuyun was a beautiful woman in his arms, not half sleepy, until dawn, he just stared at her peaceful sleeping face with a smile, feeling like a world away.

He raised his hand and pushed the blue silk away from her forehead. He was completely at ease. He fell in love with women, not men.

auzw.com he put his chin on top of her head, raised his eyes, and felt that everything around him was beautiful.

Feng Aotian woke up faintly, raised her eyes, and met his smiling face, her eyes sank, "Really, I haven't slept all night?"

"Looking at the emperor, the minister is content." Xing Wuyun said affectionately.

Feng Aotian got up from his arms and whispered, "Greasy mouth and tongue."

Xing Wuyun hurriedly hugged her, "My lord, it's still early, so let's rest."

Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at him, "Ye Feng is still in Xia Luoyan's hands now, and Jing Shu is still alive or dead, can he still sleep?"

"Isn't everything under the control of the emperor?" Xing Wuyun hugged her, reluctantly, he was afraid that she would leave his arms, as long as he held it in this way, he felt at ease, if he left, he would feel selfish The whole heart is empty.

Feng Aotian sat up straight, pushed him away, and took off his uniform, revealing his smooth skin. Xing Wuyun looked at him, his eyes straightened, "The emperor, are you seducing the minister?"

Feng Aotian looked sideways, watching him look like a wolf and a tiger, and smiled evilly, "Master wants to tie his chest."

Xing Wuyun sighed quietly, then lay down and covered the brocade on his head, "The minister will take a break by himself."

"Okay." Feng Aotian laughed in a low voice, tied himself up, got off the dragon bed, put on his shirt, and saw Xing Wuyun coming down from the dragon bed and looking at her.

"What's wrong?" Feng Aotian saw him staring straight at her.

"In the future, let the ministers come for this kind of thing." Xing Wuyun said, holding her hand, pressing her in front of the dressing table, and walking out.

After a while, I saw him come in with the golden basin, put it in one place, and looked at her, "Submit and wash up on the emperor."

The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, looking at him with a serious appearance, he couldn't help but smile, and got up, letting him serve carefully.

After washing, Xing Wuyun personally tied her hair and put it on. After everything was in order, he went to wash herself.

Feng Aotian stood by his side, tilted his head and looked at him, "Have you never seen you be this way?"

Xing Wuyun raised his eyes, looked at her, and said with a smile, “Now it’s different from the past. In the past, if you didn’t know your identity, the minister tried to be your pet, but now, knowing your identity, the minister will naturally be a man. The minister must stand in front of you in everything you do."

The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, "Don't forget that Lord is the emperor of a country."

"So what?" Xing Wuyun looked at her, his mouth twitched, "Chen is your man, a man, how can you hide behind a woman?"

"Isn't it good to let the master doting on you?" Feng Aotian looked at him, feeling that his thoughts were changing really fast.

Xing Wuyun looked at her, "Doting on each other."

Feng Aotian knows what he cares about, not that she really is a woman, but that he always feels that she treats him as sincerely as she treats father-in-law and Mu Hanjin. Therefore, there is fear in his heart. , But, yesterday, there was no more gap between him and her, he was no longer afraid.

After they were properly dressed, they saw Wei Zimo walk in.

Xing Wuyun glanced at Wei Zimo with a deep smile, and then took Feng Aotian's hand and sat at the table.

Wei Zimo sat on the soft couch to the side and looked at Xing Wuyun with a smile. Moreover, the whole figure seemed to have been baptized again, without any worries.

Xing Wuyun personally served Feng Ao Tian's vegetables, and carefully filled the soup, not forgetting to blew it gently, raising his eyes, and looking at Wei Zimo, "But come for a meal?"

"No, I have already used it." Wei Zimo looked at him and said lightly.

"Then you just wait." Xing Wuyun scooped up the soup and carefully fed Feng Aotian.

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at his cautious appearance, obviously a little uncomfortable, "Master alone."

Xing Wuyun's eyes sank, "Feed the emperor, the minister."

Feng Aotian's eyes turned slightly, then he opened his mouth and drank the soup.

Xing Wuyun put down the soup bowl, then picked up the vegetables, and fed her personally.

Wei Zimo sat aside, watching him so attentively, and said coldly, "The emperor has hands, wouldn't he eat his own meal?"

Listening to Wei Zimo's cool voice, Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian with a grin, "My Majesty, are you satisfied with your surrender?"

Feng Aotian blinked his eyes, then turned to look at Wei Zimo, "Have you really used breakfast?"

"Even if I haven't used it before, now I see this scene, and I can't eat it." Wei Zimo said, and got up, staring at Xing Wuyun coldly with his cold eyes.

Xing Wuyun disagreed, with a smile on the corners of his mouth, serving Feng Aotian thoughtfully for breakfast.

Feng Aotian knew that Xing Wuyun was deliberately angering Wei Zimo, but she didn't want to make Wei Zimo unhappy early in the morning. If he was not happy, I was afraid that all three of them would be unhappy.

She waved, "Master is full."

"The emperor, eat more. Your body is important. Last night, the minister almost made you catch a cold." Xing Wuyun's peach blossom eyes glowed with charming light, meaning something.

Wei Zimo heard a different taste. Whatever can catch a cold is of course that kind of thing. He suddenly got up, "It seems that I came at an untimely time."

As he said, he walked out quickly.

Feng Aotian hurriedly got up, and stopped in front of him a few steps, "Master accompany you for breakfast."

Wei Zimo raised his hand, held her hand, and walked out.

And Xing Wuyun did not stop him. Instead, watching Wei Zimo walk out angrily, he was in a great mood and put the food that Feng Aotian had used in his mouth, and ate with relish. By the way, he was also humming a small song, obviously, looking like a villain.

Meteor walked in with his head tilted, looked at Xing Wuyun's appearance, snorted disdainfully, and then sat opposite him, "This is your nature, right."

"I just want to protect me." Xing Wuyun said slowly.

"What about before then?" Meteor raised his eyes, looked at him and asked.

"My heart for her has never changed. No matter what she becomes, it's just that the identity is different, and what I need to do is different. As a man, how can I keep my woman in front of me? "Xing Wuyun raised his eyebrows and said in a low voice. Obviously, there are ears in the wall, and he is not willing to let others listen.

The corner of Meteor's mouth curled and looked at him, "However, the Holy Lord is different from other women."

"I know this naturally. It is because of the difference that I have to protect him better. In the past, I thought he was a man, so I was willing to be the weaker side. But now, now that I know her identity, why Can you hide behind her?" Xing Wuyun had already stopped breakfast, put down his dishes, and said as he looked at the meteor.

Meteor snorted coldly, naturally knowing Xing Wuyun’s mind, but the Holy Master wanted to protect them. He understood even more that Xing Wuyun had already let go of too much in order to love the Holy Master, including his dignity as a man, but , Now that he knows the identity of the Holy Lord, he will definitely take up the responsibility of becoming a man. This is the real him.

Xing Wuyun is still so unrestrained and unrestrained, but his eyebrows have restored the former arrogance, not like, he reborn those days of low and soft.

Feng Aotian was led by Wei Zimo and returned to the Floating Dream Palace without a word. Hearing the wind and the rain, he greeted him quickly.

"Prepare breakfast." Wei Zimo said coldly, and the two entered the hall.

He pushed hard and pushed Feng Aotian down on the soft couch. He leaned forward, staring at her coldly, "What did you do with Xing Wuyun last night?"

Feng Aotian's eyes sank, and he looked at him, "The man who pampers him, should he ask you for advice?"

Wei Zimo's cold eyes condensed slightly, slowly got up, sneered, and then left.

But her body suddenly fell backwards, and then she crashed into Feng Aotian's arms. She lowered her head and looked at him, "Do you want Master to do something to you?"

Wei Zimo leaned in her arms, "I know Xing Wuyun too well. If he hadn't happened to you, he wouldn't be so proud in front of me."

Only then did Feng Aotian know that he was jealous, she couldn't help laughing, and then said, "So you are angry with this?"

"Yeah." Wei Zimo nodded, "You can't treat me and him favorably. He can give you what he can give you, and I can give you the same. My heart for you is no less than him."

Feng Aotian's eyes lightened slightly, "Are you angry that Xing Wuyun has treated him well? Or are you angry that he is too kind to him?"

"The second one." Wei Zimo said bluntly.

Feng Aotian laughed loudly, "Master is the same to you and him, he will not be partial."

"What about the others?" Wei Zimo raised his eyes, looked at her, and couldn't help asking.

"It's all the same." Feng Aotian hugged him, "After the world is unified, I will let you all stay by the side of the Lord, and you will never leave."

Wei Zimo listened quietly. However, thinking of Xing Wuyun's vile face, he couldn't help being angry, and then asked, "You were serious with him last night...?"

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Lord will never forget to promise your bridal night."

Wei Zimo nodded, "Just remember."

"Okay, let's have breakfast." Feng Aotian couldn't help but feel a headache when he saw him calm down. If in the future, they are so tempestuous, what's the matter?

Wei Zimo let Feng Aotian lead him, and the two of them sat down, he filled the soup, then scooped a spoon, and handed it to Feng Aotian.

Feng Aotian was already full, but seeing the gloom flashing in his eyes inevitably hurt his heart, so he could only bite the bullet and take a sip.

Only then did Wei Zimo's eyebrows relax, and then he took another spoonful and drank himself.

Feng Aotian breathed a sigh of relief and smiled as he watched him eating.

Before Wei Zimo stopped eating, he saw that Xing Wuyun had come in refreshedly, sitting beside Feng Aotian, holding her waist affectionately, "My lord, you don’t need to Shall we go to the morning court?"

Feng Aotian nodded and said, "Of course I want to go."

"But, Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng?" Xing Wuyun looked at Feng Aotian and couldn't help asking. Although he was happy in his heart and knew Feng Aotian's identity, he still worried about the two of them. Although, all of this is in Feng. In Aotian's plan, but when Lan Jingshu's whereabouts were not found, his heart was still unstable.

Wei Zimo stopped breakfast, raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, "I went to the restaurant."

Feng Aotian got up, took his hand, and stuffed a note into his hand, "Go."

"Yeah." Wei Zimo nodded, then got up and left.

He raised his eyes without looking at Xing Wuyun. Obviously, he hadn't calmed down what Xing Wuyun deliberately angered him this morning. Could it be that Feng Aotian calmed down the anger in his heart early, and now, Xing Wuyun can still sit here well. It's strange that he was chased and beaten by Wei Zimo early in the morning.

Xing Wuyun naturally knew that with Feng Aotian, Wei Zimo would naturally not find him to fight, but his temperament would be difficult to dissipate in a short time.

After Wei Zimo left, Feng Aotian and Xing Wuyun walked slowly to Xingyun Palace.

When the two entered the hall, Feng Aotian raised her eyes and looked at the place where one side passed the secret road.

Xing Wuyun stepped forward and took her into his arms behind him, "Thinking about Yi Mu?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "You know?"

"I will use this palace again." Xing Wuyun whispered, "It's just this secret road?"

"Keep it, after all, it is a craftsmanship, and maybe it will be used in the future." Feng Aotian said lightly.

"Good." Xing Wuyun nodded.

At this time, the soul fell on Feng Aotian's side and reported in a low voice, "Master, General Leng has already breached the fourth city, and Lin Yun was beheaded on the spot."

Feng Aotian responded slightly, "Where is Hanyao?"

"General Mu is still attacking the fourth city today, and there will be good news tonight. Ah Jiu has already captured the fifth city." The soul then replied.

"Well, if this is the case, within a month, the south will die when returning home." Feng Aotian's eyes sank, and a cold light shattered.

The soul continued, "Master, Xia Luoyan is taking Gu Yefeng with him, and will leave tonight."

"The master wants her to come back," Feng Aotian snorted, then said.

Xing Wuyun looked at her, "Does the emperor know who Xia Luoyan is?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "Are you worried that he will save Xia Luoyan?"

"Yeah." Xing Wuyun nodded, "After all, if Xia Luoyan is dead, then Bei Liguo will not be watching."

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Do you want to go?"

"Yes." Xing Wuyun looked at her, "The minister will not let her leave Fengqi country alive."

Feng Aotian turned around, put his head around his waist, and looked at him slightly, "If Gong Yimin comes to save her, you will let her go."

"No, let the tiger go back to the mountain, the future will be endless." Xing Wuyun's peachy eyes are not temptation like the past, but full of bloodthirsty brutality. He doesn't like to kill, but for her, he is willing to stain his hands with blood.

Feng Aotian raised his hand, smoothed the folds between his eyebrows, and said in a low voice, "Master knows what you want to do, but Master wants you to stay peacefully by his side."

But at this moment, Po's figure fell, and quickly bowed his head to stand beside her, and reported in a deep voice, "Master, found the whereabouts of Concubine Lan."