This Lord is Too Cruel

Wei Zimo stood alone in the palace, listening to the flute sound coming from his ears, tactfully and long, like a stretch of mountains, expressing tenderness.

A slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, but it was so bitter.

Wufeng sat alone in the courtyard of the courtyard, personally unsealed a jar of wine made by himself, and slowly tasted it.

Feng Aotian hadn't been so happy for a long time. Looking at them and thinking of all the things that had happened over the past year, she suddenly felt that she had gone through a long time, but fortunately they were still by her side.

When a few people were drinking, chatting, or talking some jokes, the time passed very fast, and before dawn, even if they drank too much, they still didn't feel sleepy.

Feng Aotian put down the empty wine jar, got up slowly, stretched his body.

Leng Qianye raised his eyes and looked at her with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth. He slowly got up and walked to her side, but he held her in his arms without hesitation, "The emperor."

"Drunk?" Seeing him pursing her lips slightly, Feng Aotian's face was slightly drunk, and her handsome and dusty face was even more otherworldly now. She leaned in his arms and listened to his faint breathing.

"The minister is very happy." Leng Qianye continued.

When Feng Aotian saw his appearance, the corner of his mouth twitched, "What else?"

"The minister misses the emperor." Leng Qianye whispered, and then slowly walked out with her hand.

Mu Hanjin raised her eyes to look at Mu Hanyao, "Brother Leng is really drunk."

"Speak truth after drinking." Mu Hanyao looked at Mu Hanjin and slowly got up, "The sky is already bright, you and I will go home first."

"Okay." Mu Hanjin responded with a smile, then got up, raised her eyes and looked at Lan Jingshu, who had fallen asleep leaning against her, she seemed to be drunk and unconscious.

Meteor hiccups in the wine, he is incapable of drinking, and he is still greedy for the cup. Now he is holding the wine jar, snoring, and smiling from time to time.

The cold wind in the early morning blew over the two of them, swaying the remaining alcohol, but Leng Qianye held Feng Aotian tightly in his arms and was reluctant to let go.

Feng Aotian looked at him sideways, "I'm getting more clingy after being drunk."

Leng Qianye gave a low laugh, then lowered her head and kissed her lips, "The emperor is really fragrant."

The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth twitched. It seemed that she was really drunk. She couldn't help being funny. Seeing a magnificent smile on his face, Ying's nose pressed against her cheek, her thin lips pressed slightly, her hands pressed her Imprisoned in his arms, the face of dust is at hand.

She couldn't help laughing. It turned out that Leng Qianye was so drunk. She lowered her head, printed his lips with the opportunity, and gently sucked it. The aroma of wine remained between her lips and teeth, as well as the breath of each other. Under such a large crowd, although this palace is hers, it has never been so bold.

What's more, the people in front of me, one is the domineering and indifferent emperor, and the other is the mighty and indifferent general. Such a shocking scene was staged early in the morning, and the eunuchs and palace ladies on both sides were really frightened to kneel on the ground and dare not come out.

Feng Aotian didn't mind, everyone in the world knew that Leng Qianye belonged to her.

The lavender brocade robe, the refined face, coupled with the charming smile nowadays, is uniquely more detached from the worldly beauty.

Feng Aotian hugged his waist, flew away, and entered the imperial dormitory in a flash. When she placed him on the dragon couch, she was about to do something, she saw him fall asleep like this.

Feng Aotian couldn't help holding his forehead looking at the sky, and then covered him with a quilt, while lying on his side, hugging him to sleep together.

Mu Hanjin and Mu Hanyao left the palace in a carriage.

There are only two brothers left in the carriage. Mu Hanyao is sitting on one side. Even if he is drunk, he is now cold and cold. "Although I don't know what happened to you, I just hope you can be safe ."

Mu Hanjin raised her eyes to look at Mu Hanyao. She wanted to ask him if he knew the emperor’s true identity. Then she wanted to think about it. It’s better for the emperor to tell him about it, so she replied, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of myself. ."

"Yeah." Mu Hanyao nodded, "The emperor looks strong, but in fact he has a weak side."

"Big Brother and the emperor..." Mu Hanjin raised her eyes to look at him, "Have you ever met him frankly?"

Mu Hanyao heard that an unnatural look flashed across his face, "No."

Mu Hanjin looked down and said warmly, "Elder brother must take care of yourself. The emperor's thoughts on elder brother are no worse than second brother."

"Yeah." Mu Hanyao nodded slightly, raised his eyes to look at his current look, thinking of the past, and couldn't help but say, "Unexpectedly, you and my brother would fall in love with the same person."

Mu Hanjin smiled softly, "Big brother remembers when I was weak, you asked me, what kind of woman do you want to marry in the future?"

"Yeah." Mu Hanyao nodded and said, you held the wine and looked at the moon and said, "I don't want the allure to allure the country, but I want to have similar interests."

"Yes." Mu Hanjin responded with a smile, "Now I think she is the rarest person in the world."

Mu Hanyao responded with a light smile, "Yes."

After noon, when Feng Aotian woke up, Leng Qianye was still asleep, she stood up, got off the dragon bed, raised her forehead with some writhing eyebrows, and then stepped out of the Imperial Palace.

Wei Zimo couldn't sleep peacefully because of itching all over his body last night. Moreover, thinking of the laughter from Qinghui Palace and the sound of flute, how could he fall asleep at ease?

Feng Aotian unknowingly walked to the Floating Dream Palace, just tapped her toes and flew down on the eaves. Looking at the bright red figure, she immediately sat down, accompanied him quietly, without saying a word.

After sitting for an hour in this way, she then flew away.

When I returned to the Imperial Palace, I saw that Leng Qianye had woken up. After taking a shower, he changed his clothes and sat on the soft couch, watching with a scroll.

Feng Aotian smiled and stepped forward, holding his hand, "You got up so early?"

"The emperor is not with the minister, how can the minister sleep?" Leng Qianye put down the scroll, leaned close to her, and said softly.

Feng Aotian smiled, "When did you become glib?"

"Can the emperor stay with the minister today?" Leng Qianye raised his eyes and looked at her, thinking that he hadn't been alone with her since that day when he returned to China.

Feng Aotian listened to his words and said with a smile, "Do you have a place you want to go?"

Leng Qianye looked down at her, "Is there a place where the emperor will take his ministers?"

Feng Aotian's eyes turned slightly, and Leng Qianye seemed indifferent, but in fact she hid her inner thoughts. She hooked his chin and slowly approached, "The Lord just wants to take you to the couch."

Leng Qianye laughed dumbly, and then he wanted to untie his clothes.

Feng Aotian slid his hands across his waist and stroked his back, "You haven't visited the capital for a long time. How about going out like ordinary people?"

"Okay." Leng Qianye held her hand in her palm, lowered her head and kissed.

Feng Aotian got up and changed into casual clothes, and then left the palace with his hand.

Walking on a street that is not prosperous, Feng Aotian and Leng Qianye walked side by side. Following Xing Wuyun, she played with the folding fan in her hand and looked at Leng Qianye sideways, "What did you do in Beijing?"

Leng Qianye raised his eyes and looked at the street in front of him, with a smile on his indifferent face, "Since I was a child, my father has guarded the border, and as the eldest son of Leng Mansion, I naturally have to take on the responsibility that I should have every time I come out. At that time, it was just chatting with a few friends."

"Huh?" Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "How to chat?"

"It's looking for an elegant place, listening to music and drinking, and saying something that doesn't matter." Leng Qianye replied in a low voice.

Feng Aotian's eyes shattered with coldness, "An elegant place? More elegant than Lord Furong Pavilion?"

Leng Qianye couldn't help laughing, "The emperor is jealous?"

"Humph." Feng Aotian said tacitly, "Since there is such an elegant place, wouldn't it be a pity if you don't go there?"

"The emperor has been to that place." Leng Qianye continued.

"What is it called?" Feng Aotian then asked.

"To the west of the city, there is a pavilion built near the water called Yayin. The first time the minister met the emperor was there." Leng Qianye said softly.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Isn't it when you sent troops back?"

"At that time, the emperor was still the prince, and he came with the first emperor. It should be regarded as a private visit, and the minister was in another room. He saw it inadvertently, so he didn’t take it to heart. Now that you mentioned it, the minister thought Get up." Leng Qianye thought that he had already noticed her at the time.

Feng Aotian shook his hand, "That said, that place is where you and your father first met."

"Yeah." Leng Qianye clasped her fingers tightly, and then the two slowly walked forward.

"I'm going to check it out." Feng Aotian heard Leng Qianye say so, and remembered the situation at the time. However, all of Feng Aotian's thoughts at that time were on Feng Aoyun, naturally, he didn't notice. Cold Chiba.

Leng Qianye looked at Feng Aotian sideways, "The emperor really wants to go?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "Master remembered that there was a woman in the Yayin Pavilion named Ningsu who was good at playing the pipa, and her appearance was even more outstanding. He didn't see it last time. I went here this time. Look at it."

Listening to Feng Aotian's words, Leng Qianye hurriedly stood still, "Since the emperor is going to see the beauties, then the minister will not go."

Feng Aotian looked at him sideways, "Aren't you too boring if you don't go?"

Leng Qianye shook her hand, "Go elsewhere."

"Master is going to Yayin Pavilion." Feng Aotian dragged his hand forward.

Leng Qianye looked at her profile and whispered, "The emperor is to the woman..."

"As long as it is beautiful, I like it." Feng Aotian knew what Leng Qianye cared about and said deliberately.

Listening to her words, Leng Qianye immediately calmed his face, "The emperor is really fraternity."

"That's natural." Feng Aotian agreed.

As soon as Leng Qianye's arm pressed hard, he hugged Feng Aotian in his arms, then turned and walked to the opposite place.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, obviously seeing the discomfort in his eyes, she was just teasing him, unexpectedly, he was really angry.

She tugged at his shirt, "Don't let go of the Lord."

Leng Qianye was determined not to let her go, and whispered, "I'm running out of officials and want to return to the palace."

"Then you go back to the palace, Lord, go and see by yourself." Feng Aotian continued.

Leng Qianye suddenly released her, "The emperor does not have to go back to the palace, and leave Beijing directly."

However, Feng Aotian pulled his sleeves when he waved his hands and walked forward.

Leng Qianye stood in place with her back facing her, "What is the emperor's order?"

Feng Aotian squinted his phoenix eyes slightly, and the evil charm was hooked at the corner of his mouth, "Turn around."

"If the emperor has nothing to order, the minister will retreat." Leng Qianye then took a step forward and left.

Looking at him, Feng Aotian remembered the arrogance when he first saw him. She just liked his angry appearance, and then took a step forward, holding his hand, "You are now bolder again. "

Leng Qianye was startled slightly, knowing that she was deliberately angry with him, but he liked it very much, because he knew that she had him in her heart.

He smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth, held her hand tightly, and walked forward. After a while, the two of them left the city gate.

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

auzw.com "As long as it is not Yaying Pavilion." Leng Qianye continued, "Anyway, at that time, the emperor was not serving as a minister when he went to Yaying Pavilion. "

The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, her calculations were really clear, and she continued, "Then you want your master to take you to a place for you?"

"Yeah." Leng Qianye took out the brocade bag from his arms. It contained their knots, and he kept it with him, as if she was always by his side.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Leng Qianye, "Master will take you to the dungeon."

Leng Qianye turned his eyes to look at her, "What does the emperor want to do?"

Feng Aotian leaned close to him, "What do you want him to do?"

Leng Qianye's eyes flashed like a jade, looking at the cunning in her eyes, he slowly lowered his eyes, "It turns out that the emperor only remembers the appearance of the minister in the dungeon."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "especially the appearance of the clothes being torn by the master."

Leng Qianye's eyes dimmed even more, and then replied, "The minister is not willing to go to that place in this life."

Feng Aotian looked at him, and then took his hand, "Master wants you to go?"

Leng Qianye raised his eyes, and a smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth, "What the emperor wants the minister to do, the minister can only obey."

Feng Aotian dragged him forward slowly, then entered the city gate and walked slowly to the Prince Regent’s Mansion. Leng Qianye raised his eyes to look at the Prince Regent’s mansion in front of him. Time passed, he remembered that he received After the imperial edict returned to Beijing, he entered the palace of the regent, and then he was tortured in the dungeon for two years and suffered humiliation.

This is the pain hidden in his heart, a dark dungeon. There is no sunlight coming in all day long. There is endless darkness all around. Time can forget everything, but this is the deepest and most painful memory in his heart. No matter what, he can't erase it.

He held Feng Aotian's hand tightly. Feng Aotian walked him slowly on the corridor, meandering, and the cold wind was blowing his brocade robe. He saw that he had reached the dungeon. The feet seem to be stared, unable to move.

Feng Aotian knew that he would never forget this memory. Even now, he loves her, but he chose to put it in his heart because of the torment of that period of time, but he knows that this kind of pain is overwhelmed, just like a malignant tumor. , Will not disappear with time, but will expand more and more.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "Afraid?"

Leng Qianye took a deep breath and walked inward without saying a word.

The entrance to the dungeon is very narrow and can only accommodate one person. Leng Qianye walks in front and protects Feng Aotian. As soon as he enters the dungeon, a damp and musty smell puffs his nose and Leng Qianye **** sharply. After taking a sip, I felt my stomach churning and nauseous.

Every time he took a step, there was the sound of whip lashing in his ears, his indifferent face was covered with cold sweat, even holding her hand, his palm was overflowing with sweat.

Feng Aotian knew that he was fearless, but he was afraid of the dungeon alone. He walked forward slowly until he reached the cell in front of him. He seemed to remember the situation at that time. He stood in front of the cell and did not send any messages. A word.

Feng Aotian squeezed his hand and slowly entered the cell. His body began to tremble. He suddenly let go of Feng Aotian's hand, and then with a palm, he shattered the cell in front of him.

Seeing him like this, Feng Aotian hurriedly embraced him and fell outside before the cell collapsed.

"Is it better?" Feng Aotian looked at him and asked in a low voice.

Leng Qianye clutched his chest and gasped for breath. He looked sideways at Feng Aotian, his expression in pain, "The minister is so sad."

Feng Aotian hugged him. She understood that the real Feng Aotian had such a purpose that day, but this kind of pain could not be filled. She understood even more that even though Leng Qianye loved her, but she could not wipe her out Hatred.

Leng Qianye hugged her tightly, as if she wanted to crush her into his arms. The past is vivid, and he can't control his heart. Only in this way can he feel better.

Feng Aotian stroked his back lightly, letting him hold it. After a long time, Leng Qianye panted, slowly let go of her, and whispered, "The minister is all right."

Feng Aotian knew that he still hadn't let go. She dragged him forward until she reached the torture room. She looked at him, "Do you know what the Lord is going to do?"

Leng Qianye looked at the torture room in front of him and looked at her cold gaze. He closed his eyes and quietly took a step back, untied his belt, took off his clothes, and moved forward slowly. He walked to the torture frame, closed his eyes, and didn't want to look at her.

Feng Ao stepped up to the sky and hung the cold shackles on his hands and feet. There was an extra leather whip on her hand. She raised her wrist and made a "slap". A crisp sound rang through the entire torture room.

Leng Qianye closed her eyes, intending to endure this pain again, but the sound of whips kept coming from her ears, but there was no pain.

He opened his eyes and saw Feng Aotian raising his whip and hitting himself. He looked at her incredulously. After a moment of stunned, he shook his head quickly, "Don't..."

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Nothing?"

"The whip is more painful to you than it is to me. Don't hit it anymore." He is now **** by an iron chain, and he is allowed to try his best to break free, but he still can't move because of the iron chain. It was not an ordinary material, his heart seemed to be torn apart at this moment.

Feng Aotian put away the whip and slowly approached him until he stood in front of him, "Do you feel bad for me?"

"Let me down." Leng Qianye watched as the whip hit her, and her clothes were broken. With each stroke, she used her full strength, and her skin was broken.

He felt as if he had been strangled and was about to suffocate to death. He looked at the place where the flogging was. Now all he wanted to do was hold her. She was punishing him and torturing him.

Feng Aotian did not intend to let him go. Instead, he slowly approached him, hooked his neck, stood on tiptoe slightly, and kissed his lips. This kiss raged wildly, as if to All the pain in his heart swept away, her hands slid across every inch of his skin, as if comforting his heart that had been hurt by fear.

Leng Qianye kept looking at her with her eyes wide open. When she hit her with the whip, all his fear and pain had disappeared, and what he brought to him was endless regrets. He regretted not letting go. Happy, regretting that he still hates her in his heart, but now, he just wants to make all the pain in her be doubled on him, if she hurts, he will hurt hundred times.

Feng Aotian left his lips and lifted his hand to untie the chain. Leng Qianye took her into his arms, lowered his head to deepen the kiss, and he hugged her horizontally and laid it flat on the long table on one side. , Then lowered his head and unbuttoned her robe, and saw that the coat was soaked with blood. He raised his eyes to look at her, "Does the emperor want the minister to die?"

Feng Aotian sat up, took him into his arms, and said softly, "This injury is nothing to him."

At this moment, his emotions collapsed completely. He put on his brocade robe, hugged her and left the dungeon, and walked into the palace.

Feng Aotian leaned in his arms, raised her eyes and looked at his indifferent eyes with pity, the corner of her mouth raised, she had already calculated all this, she knew his heart knot, and knew if it wasn't. If the malignant tumor in his heart is cleared, then, even if he stays by her every day, one day, if the malignant tumor is awakened inexplicably, he will live in pain all day long.

"In your heart, who is important?" Feng Aotian raised his eyes and asked with a small smile on his lips.

Leng Qianye put her on the bed, then went to look for medicine for golden sore, then sat down and looked at her, "Naturally the emperor."

Feng Aotian shook his hand, "Pour a cup of hot water for the Lord."

"Yeah." Leng Qianye nodded and looked up at her. "The minister will give the emperor medicine first."

Feng Aotian squeezed his hand, "It's just a small injury."

"Small injury?" Leng Qianye's eyes sank, and he said in a low voice, "Does the emperor want the minister to cut through the sword?"

Feng Aotian's fingertips slipped across his lips, "Master is thirsty now."

Leng Qianye turned around and went to the table to pour water, while Feng Aotian slowly got off the bed, and since she hugged him behind her back and leaned on his back, she could still feel the heat. He said, "Master knows that there is always a gap in your heart that cannot be crossed. You tattooed yourself on your abdomen, not only because you missed the master, but you wanted to let yourself forget the pain that the master once brought you."

Leng Qianye's hand paused slightly, the hot water had overflowed the teacup, and he stroked his finger. He returned to his senses, turned around slowly, looked at her face, and sighed, "Is there nothing in this world that can Can you hide it from the emperor?"

"Because you are what the master cares about, the master will naturally care about you, see you clearly, the master does not want you to suffer so much in your life."

Leng Qianye hugged her tightly and whispered, "The emperor, now the minister has completely let go, there is no hatred, no pain in his heart, and some just love you."

Feng Aotian hugged him, curled his lips and smiled, "This is good."

Leng Qianye let go of her, looking at the blood printed on her waist and legs, his brows frowned, "If the emperor returns like this, they will definitely eat the minister."

"Master didn't eat it, who would dare to eat?" Feng Aotian said sharply, then looked at Leng Qianye, "In this world, only the master dares to eat you."

Leng Qianye wanted to laugh out loud, but looking at the shocking scars on her body, he couldn't laugh anymore. He reluctantly pulled the corner of his mouth and picked her up on the bed.

He sat on one side and rolled up the shirt around her waist, but Feng Aotian paused slightly, looking at his appearance, and cursed in a low voice, "Fool."

Shouldn't the shirt be taken off? How can it be rolled up from below?

Leng Qianye now focused all his attention on the welt marks on Feng Aotian’s waist and abdomen. He took the golden sore medicine and carefully applied the medicine to her, and then rolled up her trousers, but felt her legs It is very slender, the skin is crystal clear, and the bright red whip marks are printed on it, but it is so dazzling.

After he took the medicine, he raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian's complexion. He asked in a low voice, "Did the minister hurt the emperor?"

"No." Feng Aotian said solemnly, then put on the robe, leaned on the bed, and pointed to her side, "Come here."

Leng Qianye took off her shoes and lay beside her, raising her eyes to look at her handsome side face, but did not dare to touch her wounds, so she could only lean against her gently.

Feng Aotian cursed again, stupid, can't hold it underneath, can hold it on top, then raised her eyes and glanced hard at Leng Qianye. Anyway, she has given him a chance. stupid.

Leng Qianye raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian staring at him coldly. He quickly sat up cautiously and looked at her, "The emperor is angry with the minister?"

Feng Aotian snorted coldly, and then sighed helplessly. He was really clever and confused for a while.

Thinking about it this way, he felt that he was naturally worried about her now, so he reacted a little more slowly. He simply raised his hand and held his hand in his palm, "Is there still a place to go? "

"The minister sent the emperor back to the palace." Leng Qianye felt that at this time, she needed to take good care of her, and the lash marks on her body could not be hidden from them, so she must go back and be questioned again.

Feng Aotian then got off the bed, took his hand out of the bedroom, and then flew away.

Leng Qianye always looked at her carefully, and saw her gloomy face, without saying a word, he asked in a low voice, "Is the wound hurt?"

Feng Aotian glanced at him sideways, "It's a headache."

"Headache?" Leng Qianye frowned, and when the two of them fell behind the emperor's bedroom, Meteor was lying on the soft couch and yawning. He hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Meteor, you go and get a doctor."

"What's the matter?" Meteor asked while yawning.

"The emperor is injured." Leng Qianye helped Feng Aotian sit down and said anxiously.

"What?" Meteor raised his eyes to look at Feng Aotian, and he saw the blood stains on the robe along her clothes. He suddenly felt aroused, and all the sleepiness was gone. He rushed forward, his eyes were full. I shed tears, "Holy Lord, what's wrong with you? Which one does not have eyes and dares to hurt you?"

"Master does not have eyes." Feng Aotian said lightly.

"Wh...what?" Meteor blinked his eyes, and the tears he was about to shed were abruptly held back by Feng Aotian's words. He looked at Feng Aotian and he didn't quite understand.

"Meteor, don't go to the doctor." Leng Qianye said quickly when he saw Meteor staring at Feng Aotian in a daze.

Meteor knew that Leng Qianye meant to call Wufeng back. He quickly responded, and ran away without a trace.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Leng Qianye, "Are you trying to let everyone know that Master was injured?"

Leng Qianye quickly sat down and looked at her, "The emperor, it's the fault of the minister, don't be angry, if you are angry, you will punish the minister."

Feng Aotian was just joking with him. He didn't expect him to be so serious. He couldn't help but sighed, "I can't bear to hurt you. Come and help him to lie down."

"Yeah." Leng Qianye nodded in response, and he was relieved when she saw her face a little dark.

The meteor rushed into the courtyard at the fastest speed. No wind just came out of the courtyard. Seeing him in a hurry, he asked calmly, "What's wrong with you?"

"Come with me to the Emperor's Sleeping Hall, the Holy Lord is injured." Meteor stepped forward to walk without wind.

No wind looked at the meteor and couldn't help wondering, "There are very few who can hurt her in this world. Did she meet a strong enemy?"

"Yes, moreover, it's still a very strong enemy." Meteor said coldly, remembering what Shicai Feng Aotian had said, and he wanted to figure out why the Holy Lord would whip himself against himself?

No wind followed the meteor to the emperor's bedroom, and saw a man in a purple brocade robe, with a handsome face, sitting on the side of the dragon couch with extraordinary demeanor, looking at Feng Aotian anxiously.

He looked at it in his heart, and probably guessed that the person in front of him was Leng Qianye. However, his appearance is really different from the outside world. He slowly stepped forward and saw Feng Aotian's waist. Blood stains, as well as the whip marks on the legs, from the perspective of the whip marks, whispered, "The emperor is it all right to play masochistic abuse?"

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