This Lord is Too Cruel

Gu Yefeng just sat motionless in the carriage, raised his eyes and watched the arrow rain down, not moving halfway.

Feng Aotian looked at his firm eyes, and her heart shook at this moment. In the past, she had only seen him uncomfortable, simple and direct, but she had never seen him have such a firm side, maybe, This is the hard air flowing in his bones.

The cronies quickly sent someone to stand in front of Gu Yefeng, but his arm was still shot with an arrow, and blood dripped down his wrist. He frowned slightly without saying a word.

Upon seeing this, the cronies drove away quickly, and Gu Yefeng looked at Feng Aotian who was standing upright on the tower through Caiguo's subordinate who was shot to death by random arrows. This time, he really wanted to leave.

Feng Aotian's eyes were fierce, but distress flashed through the eyes. When the carriage ran wildly and disappeared in front of her, she turned her eyes and saw Lan Jingshu standing in front of her.

She stepped forward slowly, squeezed his hand, smiled, "Go back to the palace."

"Yeah." Lan Jingshu nodded, he could feel the reluctance in her heart.

The soul fell on Feng Aotian's side, and she said solemnly, "Send someone to hunt down along the road until he reaches Caiguo safely."

"Yes, master." The soul replied, and then flew away.

Feng Aotian raised his head and sneered, saying that he would protect them, but in the end, he didn't protect even one of them.

Lan Jingshu looked at her and said warmly, "The emperor, there are ministers by your side."

Feng Aotian smiled lightly, took him into his arms, and flew him away from the tower to the palace.

Xing Wuyun and Wei Zimo were in the restaurant and did not go. At this time, they knew that she just wanted to stay quiet.

Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, "Are you hiding something from me?"

Xing Wuyun reclined on the soft couch, not drinking, but drinking tea, "Where do you start?"

"You'd better tell me before I find out, otherwise..." Wei Zimo's cold eyes flashed, fingertips across the strings, deep and powerful.

"Otherwise what?" Xing Wuyun looked indifferent, and then said, "I'm not telling you, but I want her to tell you in person. Rather than hearing from others, seeing is believing."

Wei Zimo listened to Xing Wuyun's words, and he already had a general guess in his heart. Although he didn't know what he was hiding from himself, it should not be a bad thing.

He glanced at Xing Wuyun, then looked down, "When will you return to the palace?"

"I'll see you later." Xing Wuyun looked sideways and looked at Wei Zimo, "Isn't it good to have me with you?"

Hearing what he meant, Wei Zimo sneered, "I only have her in my heart, so don't give birth to other ideas."

Xing Wuyun was taking a sip of tea, and when he heard what he said, he was choked by the tea and coughed sharply, "What nonsense are you talking about, this son always likes women."

"Really confused." Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, "Then the woman in your heart is also a failure?"

Xing Wuyun was startled at first, almost missed his mouth, stubbornly said, "This is an exception."

"Then how many exceptions do you plan to make?" Wei Zimo asked following his words. Obviously, he didn't deeply understand the meaning of Xing Wuyun's words. It was a waste of his alertness. Now, he is really clever and confused for a while.

Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and looked at him, "Anyway, it won't be you."

Wei Zimo curled his lips and smiled, "It won't be me, otherwise, I will castrate you immediately."

Xing Wuyun quickly closed his legs, raised his eyes, looked at Wei Zimo, gritted his teeth and said, "You should go take a look."

"Are you saying that I am sick?" Wei Zimo raised his eyes, looked at him, and said coldly.

"Haha, indeed." Xing Wuyun looked at Wei Zimo, "It's not that you are sick, or I'm sick."

"That must be that you are sick." Wei Zimo continued to raise his voice, obviously with anger, don't think that he had forgotten what happened to him in the morning.

Xing Wuyun smashed the corners of his mouth, got up quickly, smiled, thirty-six tricks, walked first, "I'll go first."

"Who just said to stay a while?" Wei Zimo stood up unhurriedly and looked at him through the bead curtain.

Xing Wuyun was so lazy, "I'm tired now, so I will go back."

Wei Zimo said lightly, "If there is no wind, I must give you a few medications. Illness needs to be treated."

When Xing Wuyun heard Wei Zimo's words, he suddenly thought of something, a pair of peach eyes flashed slyly, and then said, "Well, I will go back to the palace immediately and ask the doctor to give me some prescriptions."

Seeing that he was about to slip away, Wei Zimo flashed, and fell three steps in front of him, "So anxious, is there anything important in the palace?"

"Didn't you say that I am sick? Then I am going back to the palace to see the imperial doctor and treat the illness, is it always correct?" Xing Wuyun replied confidently.

Wei Zimo glanced at him coldly, his voice was very low, "It should be cured, I will go with you."

"No need." Xing Wuyun hurriedly waved his hand. The purpose of his going was to ask Si Xi, can father-in-law leave a prescription for nursery sunflower water at that time, if he was followed by Wei Zimo, wouldn't it be revealing?

Seeing Xing Wuyun's hurried look, Wei Zimo coldly snorted, "It seems that you are hiding more than one thing from me."

Xing Wuyun felt that Wei Zimo must have noticed something about his expression, and he quickly laughed, "You are suspicious again? Would you like to see with me?"

Wei Zimo turned around and flew away from the restaurant. Obviously, he was going to follow Xing Wuyun.

Xing Wuyun sighed helplessly, then tapped on his toes and silently followed Wei Zimo back to the palace.

Feng Aotian returned to the palace, and within a few moments, he issued the imperial decree and ransacked the house of Gu's house. Overnight, the house of Gu, who was constantly sacred and graceful, was cut down.

Feng Aotian returned to the palace with Lan Jingshu, unloading the heavy burden on his body, lying on the soft couch, Lan Jingshu quickly brought ginseng tea, and blew gently, "The emperor, drink some ginseng tea."

Feng Aotian took it, and took him into his arms by the way. Seeing that his complexion improved a lot, he asked in a low voice, "Do you miss your master these days?"

Lan Jingshu blushed and nodded in response, "Yes."

Feng Aotian lowered his head, took a sip of ginseng tea, and then sealed his lips, then bullied himself up, ran his fingertips across his belt, and stroked his skin.

Lan Jingshu’s lips and teeth are full of sweetness, and her hands unconsciously wrap her slender waist, and her body is slightly arched. When the clothes are scattered, it will set off his gentle jade face, dyed lightly. The pink color looked exceptionally lustrous and translucent. She followed his lips and bit his chin.

At this moment, Wei Zimo and Xing Wuyun had just landed, and they stepped into the imperial dormitory one after another. They saw the two entangled on the soft couch, Wei Zimo coldly snorted, "It seems that I am not here at the right time. ."

Xing Wuyun was also slightly startled, although, seeing Feng Aotian and Lan Jingshu so close, it was not in his heart, raising his eyes, looking at Wei Zimo's gloomy face, the corner of his mouth twitched, and then he tiptoedly exited the imperial palace. The smoke flickered out of sight.

Feng Aotian heard Wei Zimo's voice, but he left Lan Jingshu's body comfortably, raised his hand, closed his brocade robe, took him into his arms, and looked at Wei Zimo, "Come here. ."

Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at Lan Jingshu who was shyly leaning against Feng Aotian's arms, his eyes sank, and he whispered, "I'm just here to see you. Now, seeing you well, I I left first."

He said lightly, without any emotions, then turned around and stepped out of the Imperial Palace.

He has been telling himself that she is not his own. He must learn to be tolerant and learn to share her with other people. However, no matter how he comforts himself, he will still endure when he sees such a picture. Constantly sad, is he too selfish?

He raised his eyes and looked at the vast palace in front of him. He just walked forward step by step. Because of Feng Aotian's affairs, he had completely forgotten, and Shicai still planned to follow Xing Wuyun to find out.

Xing Wuyun had determined Wei Zimo's temper early in the morning, and now he had requested a recipe from Sixi, and walked towards the Emperor's Bedroom with joy.

Lan Jingshu raised his eyes, looked at Feng Aotian, and said in a warm voice, "The emperor, the minister is going to review the memorial, please go and see him."

Feng Aotian lowered his eyes, looked at him, and kissed his lips again, Shi Cai was nothing more than a closed shirt, and now, easily untied, she bullied herself on her body and continued to be passionate about Shi Cai.

As soon as Xing Wuyun entered the imperial dormitory, he saw a blushing heartbeat in front of him. The smile at the corner of his eye narrowed, and he slowly turned around and left the imperial dormitory.

Feng Aotian naturally sensed Xing Wuyun's breath, Lan Jingshu squinted his eyes slightly, and now he, under Feng Aotian's teasing, was already distracted and involuntarily compliant with her.

Xing Wuyun walked slowly to the Floating Dream Palace, and saw Wei Zimo standing alone in the courtyard. He raised his eyes and looked at the long-fading Manzhu Shahua on both sides. The bright red brocade robe moved with the wind. The worldly independent figure just stared forward motionlessly.

"Can't let go?" Xing Wuyun leaned against the old tree and whispered.

"Why are you?" Wei Zimo did not look back, still watching, "When the flowers are withered, let alone people?"

Xing Wuyun knows Wei Zimo’s inner struggles and pains. He has been alone for too long, and Feng Aotian has given him the care and warmth he needs most. He has his pride, his sensitivity and awkwardness. He is not just making trouble. People, just want to keep this kind of warmth longer.

"Since you can't let go, then learn to face reality." Xing Wuyun squinted his eyes and looked at Wei Zimo. They grew up together and experienced too much darkness and pain, but now they fall in love with the same person. In fact, there was a moment when he hated this feeling, and there was also a moment when he wanted to take Feng Aotian as his own, but after so many experiences, now he just wants to be with her. By his side, just because he couldn’t let go, his love for her has exceeded everything he carries. He didn’t want to tell Wei Zimo her true identity. He just wanted her to tell him personally, so that he could I feel that in her heart, he is also unique and indispensable.

Wei Zimo turned his eyes slowly and looked at Xing Wuyun, "I haven't learned to face it yet."

Xing Wuyun smiled, "That's because you haven't loved her to the point where you can't help it."

Wei Zimo was stunned for a moment, he lowered his eyes and stared at his feet, did he really not love that much?

Xing Wuyun knows that Wei Zimo's thoughts on Feng Aotian have changed from the original disdain, to later curiosity, to the present concern, but he did not really let go of himself, did not really understand what love is, let alone let go of the past. , And to see his true heart, it is just a matter of time. One day, he will think clearly and understand. At that time, he will not be as entangled as he is today.

Wei Zimo was silent for a long time, but didn't know how to respond. He needed to think about it.

Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and looked at the cloudless sky. He chuckled, "Are you going to stand like this for a lifetime?"

Wei Zimo returned to his senses, raised his eyes and looked at him, "Do you know what Xia Luoyan said when she found me that day?"

"What?" Xing Wuyun looked at Wei Zimo and couldn't help asking.

"She said Gong Yimin would not let me go easily." Wei Zimo said lightly, "Actually, I still can't let go of the past in my heart."

Xing Wuyun looked at him, "I can't let go, but I'm trying to let go, no matter what he wants, now, I have someone who wants to protect myself, even if I fight for my life, I don't hesitate. "

Wei Zimo looked at Xing Wuyun, was silent for a moment, and then said, "I understand."

Xing Wuyun smiled lightly, "Okay, stop thinking about it, I'm hungry, didn't you say you want to accompany me to the treatment?"

Only then did Wei Zimo remember what happened to Shicai, raised his eyes, and looked at him, "Didn't you have been there secretly?"

"I can't hide anything from you." Xing Wuyun laughed, "I am really hungry."

"Listen to the rain and set the meal." Wei Zimo said solemnly, then stepped up into the hall.

Xing Wuyun put his hands around his chest, and when he saw that he wanted to open it a little, he smiled at the corner of his mouth and followed him.

After Lan Jingshu was put on properly, he raised his eyes and saw Feng Aotian looking at him with a smile, his face flushed, "The emperor, it's time for lunch."

Feng Aotian raised his hand and took him into his arms, "Isn't it possible that Ye Shi didn't feed you enough?"

They were just frivolous words, they just kissed me and me, but Lan Jingshu heard a different meaning, and quickly hung his head, leaning in her arms, and pressed his lips slightly, no Make a statement.

Seeing that he was really shy, Feng Aotian chuckled again, holding his hand and sitting at the table.

Sixi had prepared meals and retired.

Lan Jingshu personally served Feng Ao Tian, ​​sitting on one side with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, looking at her, so he felt satisfied.

Feng Aotian thought, she hadn't been alone with him for a long time, and put the vegetables in his bowl, "eat more."

"Yes." Lan Jingshu replied warmly, then picked up the bowl and chopsticks and ate.

After lunch, Feng Aotian and Lan Jingshu sat in the study and began to review the memorials.

Meteor felt that these few days were very boring, so he returned to the Wind Race with the dog.

The sacred dog went to the holy spring to rest, while the meteor was lying on the sacred stage in the main hall, looking at the little white snake in the golden scroll, and telling what happened in the past few days.

Gu Yefeng was injured by an arrow. It has been three days since leaving Beijing that day. Although he is facing chase every day, he understands in his heart that the emperor did this to tell the world that she must have him The broken corpse, on the other hand, was to protect him in secret, in case someone else came to his disadvantage.

The cronies saw Gu Yefeng speechless all the time, his face was indifferent, and there was no fear of chasing after him. On the contrary, he was very calm, and couldn't help feeling that this was the spirit of the emperor.

He admired Gu Yefeng more and more in his heart, and he also learned about Gu Yefeng. When he learned that Gu Mansion was full of slashes, the pain flashed in his eyes and the murderous aura of hatred made him believe even more. And Fengqi country is in the same situation.

When Zuo Xiang asked him to come that day, he had already said that if he found that Gu Yefeng had a strange heart, he could get rid of it.

Xing Wuyun and Wei Zimo didn't bother Feng Aotian in the past few days, only Lan Jingshu was with her, and she was also happy because, before Lan Jing wrote, she felt comfortable without saying anything.

On this day, Xing Wuyun suddenly stepped into the emperor’s bedroom in the middle of the night, and saw Lan Jingshu and her stepping out of the study. He hurriedly stepped forward and looked at her, "The emperor, your old illness should have relapsed in the past few days, or Don't worry about it."

Feng Aotian has been a little tired these few days. Fortunately, everything is fine. Now, looking at Xing Wuyun and counting the time, she smiled and said, "Well, it is indeed these few days."

"How about letting the minister accompany the emperor these few days?" Xing Wuyun asked with a smile looking at Feng Aotian.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Okay."

Lan Jingshu seemed to understand something, and then replied softly, "Since there is no cloud here, the minister retired first."

"Good." Feng Aotian nodded in response.

Lan Jingshu raised his eyes, looked at Xing Wuyun, nodded slightly, and then stepped out of the Imperial Palace.

Xing Wuyun hurriedly helped Feng Aotian, "My lord, do you feel unwell?"

"I'm a little tired these few days." Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "Are you all ready?"

"Yeah." Xing Wuyun nodded, suddenly, hugged her horizontally, and then entered the inner hall.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes, looked at his beautiful face, hooked his neck, and allowed him to place himself carefully on the dragon bed. He stood up and said, "The emperor, how about surrendering you to shower?"

"Good." Feng Aotian responded with a smile.

Xing Wuyun immediately opened his eyes and smiled, then turned around, and ordered the preparation of bath soup, while he walked in happily and sat beside Feng Aotian with his palms on her abdomen, gently, "The minister is ready. Menstrual belt."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded in response, then raised his eyes and looked at him, "Where did you prepare?"

Xing Wuyun leaned over and said in her ear, "The minister secretly sneaked into the cat's house and found it in a secret compartment."

Feng Aotian looked at him with a smile, and leaned quietly in his arms, "It's silly."

Xing Wuyun raised his eyebrows, lowered his head, and looked at her, "The emperor and the minister have been preparing for these days, and have read many books about women coming to Kuishui."

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

Seeing that the bath soup was ready, Xing Wuyun hugged her into the screen, and personally took off her brocade robe, revealing the figure of a woman with ice muscle and bones. He raised his eyes and watched her with the blue silk dangled in it. With a cold and coquettish face, his thoughts shook, he raised his hand, slowly placed it on her chest, and untied her belt.

Standing on the spot, Feng Aotian looked at him so cautiously, and said with a smile, "It's not the first time I have seen his body."

Xing Wuyun swallowed, if it weren't for her body, he would really pounce on it and eat her.

Feng Aotian chuckled again. When the straps were untied, Xing Wuyun looked at the exquisite body in front of him. He suddenly felt dry and dry, so he leaned sideways and whispered, "My lord, the minister should go out. ."

Feng Aotian raised his hand and moved his fingertips across his palm, "Didn't you always want to see it? Now that you see it, how can you back down?"

Xing Wuyun took a deep breath, turned around slowly, and once again caught his eyes with the soft body, which made him feel refreshed. He took a step forward and took her soft body into his arms, then picked it up and put it in the bathtub. Inside.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "Pinch your shoulders for the master."

auzw.com "Yes." Xing Wuyun looked a little restrained. He raised his hands and touched the silky skin. His fingers trembled. This feeling made him seem to be floating in the clouds. Up, feet are very soft.

He squeezed her shoulders awkwardly, but his eyes stared at the scorching skin under the mist. It turned out that this is what the beauty bathing picture is.

Feng Aotian could feel Xing Wuyun's nervousness. She always had a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, letting him look at it, and now her chest is no longer as flat as before, and now it is much plump.

After bathing, Feng Aotian lowered her head and saw the red floating on the tub. She raised her eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, who was awkwardly fiddled with Qingsi, "I really came."

"Huh?" Xing Wuyun answered stupidly, following Feng Aotian's gaze, he saw the red on the water.

He quickly took Feng Aotian out of the bath tub, put the uniform on her, and handed her the menstrual affairs, "The emperor, this..."

"Do you know how?" Feng Aotian smiled and looked at the blush on his face.

"No...no." Xing Wuyun stammered, he really didn't know.

Feng Aotian smiled and looked at him, "Master tells you how to dress, how do you dress for your master?"

Xing Wuyun stared at Feng Aotian blankly, his face was like a burning cloud, and his face was flushed red. He held the menstrual band a little cramped and stood on one side, and said, "Okay."

And his heart was thumping at this moment.

Under Feng Aotian’s signal, Xing Wuyun blushed and dressed, already covered in sweat. He raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian’s mouth with a wicked smile, like a charming fairy, and he was in his heart again. Once tight, he hugged her and left the screen, then put her on the dragon couch, covered the quilt, turned around, and left.

"Cold water is not allowed." Feng Aotian said solemnly.

Xing Wuyun stiffened and whispered, "Yes."

Then he left like wind, Feng Aotian looked at him and left like this, laughing loudly.

Xing Wuyun rushed out of the emperor's sleeping hall, standing outside the hall, exhaling loudly. He suddenly remembered the cat father-in-law, who could endure such a big temptation to bathe her every day, it would take a lot of concentration, he Patting his heart beating wildly, letting the cold wind blow, trying to wave away the heat from his body.

Feng Aotian was lying on the dragon couch. Seeing Xing Wuyun a long time in the future, she felt a little tired because she had just arrived in Kuishui, and slowly closed her eyes and went to sleep.

Standing outside the hall, Xing Wuyun felt that he had recovered a little sense for an hour. He raised his hand, wiped off the cold sweat from his forehead, and turned around, watching Si Xizheng staring at him suspiciously.

He coughed a few times, "Prepare me bath soup."

"It's ready." Si Xi quickly retracted his sight and whispered.

Xing Wuyun responded faintly, and then entered the imperial dormitory. When he walked to the inner hall, he saw the face lying on the dragon bed sleeping peacefully. A gentle smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, for fear of his own coldness. Then he stepped into the screen, took off his clothes, and took a bath on his own. However, the picture in his mind was still wearing a menstrual belt for her. His face was flushed again, and he quickly picked up water and hit himself. Panting heavily on his face.

After tossing for an hour, she walked out from the screen in her normal clothes, slowly lay beside her, leaning on her side, watching her with a small smile on the corners of her mouth, and the green silk scattered. Because of her loose clothes, she did not With his chest tied, but half-covered, his mind was shaken, and he hugged the delicate body in his arms, allowing her to find a comfortable position in his arms. He forced the erupting volcano in his heart and closed his eyes. , Trying to calm down.

"If you are so nervous again, tomorrow, let Jing Shu come to accompany your father." A cold voice sounded, interrupting Xing Wuyun's mind.

He quickly hugged her tightly, "Not nervous."

As he said, he hugged her, calmed his mind, felt the warmth in his arms, and fell asleep slowly.

Feng Aotian smiled at the corner of his mouth, thinking, he was becoming more and more cute.

The next day, Xing Wuyun woke up early, opened his eyes suddenly, and saw that Feng Aotian was still not awake, his mouth was filled with a happy smile, he lowered his head, and dropped a light kiss on her forehead, slowly got off the bed, ready to prepare The good belt was taken out.

Lifting her eyes, she saw Feng Aotian had woken up. She looked at him, "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Yeah." Xing Wuyun nodded. As long as she is by her side, he sleeps well.

Feng Aotian slowly got up, raised his eyes, and looked at him, "Master wants to change the menstrual belt."

Xing Wuyun quickly turned around, took the menstrual belt from the secret compartment, and then lifted the brocade and untied the belt around her waist. Feng Aotian thought that he was just teasing him last night, and quickly raised his hand and held it. On his wrist, "Master comes by himself."

Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and looked at her, "Let the minister come."

Feng Aotian hooked the corner of his mouth and released his hand. Seeing that Xing Wuyun untied the menstrual belt very familiarly and replaced it with a new one, he looked at the red on the old menstrual belt and his eyes sank, "How can I Will it flow so much?"

Feng Aotian looked at him amused, "The color looks normal and it should be fine."

She was still worried at first. The first time, it happened to be the first day after the moon, for fear that it would be bad for her body. Although, she always wanted to treat her, but she didn’t have time. Now, looking at the **** color, she feels relieved. , Still pay attention.

Xing Wuyun read the medical books about menstruation and knew what Feng Aotian meant in his words. However, seeing so much blood, he still felt distressed, thinking that there were still a few days in the future, so he had to make up more.

He put away the old menstrual belt, and then looked at her, "The emperor, surrender you to change your clothes."

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Aren't you nervous?"

"Yeah." After struggling all night, Xing Wuyun is now able to hold back his own whimsical heart, hurriedly stepped forward, untied her normal clothes, tied her chest, then dressed her and hugged her Sitting in front of the dressing table aside.

"The emperor will wait for a while." Xing Wuyun took the collected old menstrual belt and hurriedly left the emperor's bedroom.

After a while, I saw him come in with the golden basin, put it aside, and looked at her, "The emperor, can you go to the morning court today?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "Master has been running around these days. Now that Yi Mu and Ye Feng are not there, the master can't let Jing Shu work too hard."

"There is still a minister." Xing Wuyun looked at her, wrung out the cotton pad, handed it to her, and whispered.

Feng Aotian smiled and looked at him, "Didn't you always dislike court affairs?"

"I don't like it, doesn't mean I don't want to." Xing Wuyun picked up the jade comb, tied her hair, and said softly.

Feng Aotian smiled lightly, "Master just wants you to do what you like to do, the affairs of the court, there is a master."

"The minister loves the emperor." Xing Wuyun put down the jade comb, lowered his head, and picked her up. "The minister does not want the emperor to be too tired."

Feng Aotian smiled and looked at him, "Master is used to it. If it is too idle, Master will not be used to it."

Xing Wuyun knew what she meant. He put her on the soft couch and whispered, "The minister understands the emperor's thoughts. After some time, when Mu Hanjin comes back, the emperor won't work like this."

Feng Aotian replied with a smile, "Well, the Lord knows your abilities, but the Lord has his own opinions about this court affairs."

Xing Wuyun raised his eyebrows and looked at her, "The minister understands."

Feng Aotian shook his hand, "Okay, Jing Shu will come over after a while, and the master will come back after the morning."

"Yes." Xing Wuyun whispered, then raised his eyes, and saw Lan Jingshu walking in.

Feng Aotian got up from the soft couch and walked in front of him, "Breakfast with him."

"Yes." Lan Jingshu nodded in response. These days, he has been staying by Feng Aotian's side, and he doesn't feel anything. Last night, he went back to Jinxuan Palace by himself. In the past, he and Gu Yefeng and Yi Musan The people came to the Emperor's bedroom together, and then went to the Imperial Court, and then came back to review the memorials. Now, he is the only one left, which makes him feel a little lonely.

Feng Aotian saw Lan Jingshu's thoughts, squeezed his hand, and whispered, "They will be back."

"Yeah." Lan Jingshu raised his eyes, looked at Feng Aotian's complexion slightly, and asked worriedly, "My lord, your old illness has relapsed?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "It's okay, it will be fine in a few days."

At this time, Xing Wuyun had already walked in with the special **** brown sugar water. When the three of them were sitting at the table, he handed the bowl to Feng Aotian, "Emperor, drink it while it is hot."

"Okay." Feng Aotian responded with a smile, and then took the bowl and drank slowly.

Lan Jingshu raised his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun's concerned eyes. He lowered his eyes and used breakfast quietly.

Xing Wuyun looked sideways, looked at Lan Jingshu, and then asked, "Jingshu, can the family of Gu's family be settled properly?"

"Well, I have sent someone to Nancheng secretly. The beautiful scenery is a place to recuperate." Lan Jingshu raised his eyes, looked at Xing Wuyun, and responded warmly.

"Counting days, in another ten days, Gu Yefeng can safely arrive in Caiguo." Xing Wuyun said in a low voice, raising his eyes and looking at Feng Aotian, "In another twelve days, it will be the wedding of the emperor and Ye Meixi. On Sunday, is the emperor going to Wuyue Country, or will he get married here?"

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, "When did you care about this?"

"Now." Xing Wuyun looked at her, "Now, the news that the capital has not yet settled must be in Wuyue State."

Feng Aotian nodded and said, "Well, Meixi wants to be in Wuyue Country, and now that the country is turbulent, if he travels back and forth, I'm afraid he will give other countries a chance to take advantage of."

"Maybe the minister went to the ceremony?" Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and looked at her.

Feng Aotian put down the bowl and looked at him, "No."

"It seems that the emperor has his own plan." Xing Wuyun just asked casually. If she wants to come, something interesting must happen that day, but if she doesn't let him go, can she not go?

"In those few days, you stayed obediently in the capital and looked at the palace to your lord. You are not allowed to go anywhere. If you dare to go secretly, in the future, you won't want to climb on the dragon bed." Feng Aotian threatened coldly.

Xing Wuyun hooked his mouth and looked at her, "The emperor is really cruel."

Feng Aotian snorted coldly, "Your master doesn't know what you are thinking. You want to watch a good show, but your master wouldn't let it."

"The emperor who knows the minister." Xing Wuyun put the vegetables in her bowl and said with a smile, if you don't go, you can't go, anyway, you can guess that.

Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at the smile at the corner of Xing Wuyun's mouth. She turned her eyes and looked at Lan Jingshu, "You eat more, I see you have lost a lot of weight in the past few days."

Lan Jingshu raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian with a small smile. He was a little envious of Xing Wuyun. Many times, he could say his own thoughts, but he always had concerns.

After the three had eaten breakfast, Feng Aotian took Lan Jingshu’s hand and went to the morning court, while Xing Wuyun stepped out of the emperor’s bedroom and when he walked to the Floating Dream Palace, he saw that Wei Zimo had just used the morning. Dinner, is going to the restaurant.

He stepped forward and stood in front of Wei Zimo, "Why don't you have to see the emperor these few days?"

Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, "Did you stay with her these few days? If I go, wouldn't it be a good thing to disturb you?"

Xing Wuyun's eyebrows curled slightly, "Are you jealous?"

"It's so obvious. If you can't see it, you are pretending to be confused." Wei Zimo stepped over Xing Wuyun, and walked out.

Xing Wuyun hurriedly stepped forward and stood in front of him, "Don't forget, yesterday was the night of your wedding with her. She has relapsed in the past few days and her complexion is not good. Why don't you go to see her? "

Wei Zimo curled his lips and smiled, "These days have passed so fast, now it's January."

"Yes." Xing Wuyun looked at him, "I really envy you. Her first wedding was with you."

Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at him, "I will go to the restaurant first and come back later."

"Yeah." Xing Wuyun nodded, knowing that Wei Zimo was just afraid of facing her these days. On that day, he broke his mind with a word. These days, he is trying to learn to let go.

After the early dynasty, Lan Jingshu went to the Metropolitan Procuratorate alone. He sat in the carriage and couldn't help but think of the three people sitting in the carriage chatting in the past, but now it's all different. He is fortunate to stay with her. By your side, never leave.

When Feng Aotian returned to the Imperial Palace, he saw that Xing Wuyun had prepared **** and brown sugar water and was waiting for her specially.

She smiled and stepped into the bedroom, watching him step forward carefully, drew out the silk kerchief, wiped the sweat from her forehead, hugged her horizontally, carefully placed it on the soft couch, and handed her the bowl. pain?"

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "Some, but it's better than the first time."

Xing Wuyun was really relieved, and quickly took the blanket and put it on her body, "Don't catch a cold."

When Wei Zimo came back from the restaurant, he just stepped into the emperor's bedroom and saw the very warm side in front of him. His eyes flashed slightly, and then he stepped forward, staring at her with his cold eyes, and walked forward slowly.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him. He hadn't seen him for a few days. He became a lot more haggard. When she saw him approaching, she shook his hand, "Is it all over?"

Wei Zimo nodded, "Yes."

Feng Aotian glanced sideways, gave Xing Wuyun a wink, and then took Wei Zimo into his arms and smiled, "Is there any miss you these few days?"

Xing Wuyun had already stepped out of the imperial bedroom with interest, raised his eyes, looked at the sky, and then heard a burst of laughter, lowered his head, and saw that the meteor was already standing in front of him.

"Why do you stand outside?" Meteor raised his head, looked at him, and asked with a grin.

"Are you willing to come back?" Xing Wuyun naturally knew where the meteor had gone and asked in a low voice.

"Let me go to the courtyard. I secretly saved some of the wild fruit wine last time." Meteor said, rolling his eyes.

"It will be midday later, I'm not free." Xing Wuyun touched Meteor's head and said with a smile.

"It looks like you are taking over the affairs of Father Mao." Meteor said with a smile.

Xing Wuyun smiled and nodded, "However, it cannot replace his position in the emperor's heart."

Meteor pulled Xing Wuyun's sleeve, "I will sit here with you?"

"Alright." Xing Wuyun responded with a smile, and then sat on the stone steps.

Meteor sat aside, and the dog was lying on one side dangling.

In the hall, Feng Aotian watched Wei Zimo much quieter than before. She obviously noticed something. She put her hands around his waist and asked him to lean against her in a low voice. What are you thinking about?"

"Manzhu Shahua in the courtyard has withered." Wei Zimo whispered.

Feng Aotian listened to the sadness in his words, and realized his fear, "Master will accompany you to find Manzhushahua and plant with you, okay?"

Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at her, "Okay."

Feng Aotian smiled, lowered her head, and kissed his red lips through the veil. She knew that his mind, perhaps, only in front of her would he behave differently as before, his sensitivity, vulnerability, and willfulness , Always show in front of her without reservation.

Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at her. These days, he was always upset and had nightmares for several nights. After the death of his mother, he had the same dream. He was really scared.

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The cute wife in pillow marriage invades/dozing cute

Cheng Ziyu’s dream is to become a top-tier coffee maker one day and play the entertainment circle at will; Gu Muyang’s dream is to build an entertainment circle where Cheng Ziyu can play whatever he likes;

I still remember that 3-year-old Cheng Ziyu met 5-year-old Gu Muyang, and from that moment this man named Gu Muyang began to become her nemesis;

From memory, Cheng Ziyu was the only person in Gu Muyang's life. He petted her and loved her, pampering her with impudence.

Fragment 1:

"Gu Muyang, will you marry me? Although I can't cook, I'm not good at housework, but..."

"last sentence!"

"Although I can't cook, I'm not good at housework!"

"Sentence!"

"Gu Muyang, marry me, OK!"

"Okay, I will marry you!"

All in all, this is a story in which a clever but cute little green plum was squeezed from a young age by a black bamboo horse with a poisonous tongue and a black belly, and then fell down when he grew up.

This book is first published, please do not reprint!