This Lord is Too Cruel

Such a magnificent scene is also from that year when Feng Aoyun stood on the tower to welcome Mu Hanyao's triumphant return. The scenes of that day appeared in Feng Aotian's mind. She looked sideways and looked at her side. Those who have already dressed up to attend, the next time, when they return in triumph, it will be the time when the world reigns.

"The emperor, do you feel familiar in such a scene?" Mu Hanjin looked straight ahead, watching the vast team approaching like mountains, and he was thinking that at the time, he was here to greet him. Brother.

Mu Hanyao was quite touched. They had never thought of such a return of honor. They remembered the spirits of the past, and the dust has settled now. After the ups and downs, he has long lost his original enthusiasm. It's just the comfort that can grow old with her.

Leng Qianye turned his eyes to look at Mu Hanyao, then looked in front of him, he whispered, "I don't know when to enter Beijing next time."

Feng Aotian turned his eyes to look at him, "When can I enter Kyoto."

Leng Qianye raised his eyes and looked at her, with a shallow and gentle expression at the corner of his mouth, "The minister does not want the emperor to be too tired."

The words sounded to be caring, but the meaning in the words was probably only clear to them.

Feng Aotian calmly raised his eyes and looked straight ahead, "Not tired."

Mu Hanjin turned her eyes, smiled at Leng Qianye, and then looked into the distance.

Xing Wuyun and Wei Zimo are in the restaurant now. The harmonious atmosphere is nothing more than a foil to them. It's better to be here and watch the team pass by, but how many more can they give birth to? Happy to share.

Wei Zimo is already well now. At this moment, he is looking at Xing Wuyun more and more unpleasantly. Seeing that he is still drinking leisurely there, he coldly said, "It's so easy to do it with the shopkeeper. I'm not here these days. , You didn't even care about the things in the restaurant?"

Xing Wuyun stared at him obliquely, thinking about the past few days, Wei Zimo always finds faults from time to time, but he has become accustomed to it, and his voice is very lazily replied, "Didn't you have been prepared in the morning, Why do you need me?"

Wei Zimo snorted coldly, and then said, "Where have you used all the people in Moyun Pavilion?"

Xing Wuyun looked at him sideways, "Naturally it's been sprinkled."

Wei Zimo looked at him still so casual, his eyes cold, "Xing Wuyun, you have something to hide from me."

"With each other." Xing Wuyun counterattacked what Wei Zimo had said to him that day.

"Be careful." Wei Zimo then put away the account book, and then walked out of the bead curtain. Only then did he discover that since the poisoning incident, this habit of cleanliness has not weakened, but has become more and more serious.

He still wears a veil on his face, standing on the side of the bead curtain, keeping a ten-step distance from Xing Wuyun, and whispered, "She is a woman's matter, have you ever told me? , If you don’t tell me, don’t forget, this Moyun Pavilion is half mine."

"Mu Hanyao and Leng Qianye can fight for her on the battlefield. Mu Hanjin is a natural wind clan and can naturally help her. Lan Jingshu can let her leave the capital without any worries. Even Gu Yefeng is now a color. The emperor of the kingdom, Yi Mu is the lord of the spirit clan, and Ye Meixi is also the regent of the Wuyue kingdom. Half of the mainland’s property is in your hands, and how can I hide in the palace with peace of mind? You don't have to do it?" Although Xing Wuyun stated the facts, his meaning was very clear. Now, it is time for him to take action.

Wei Zimo walked to the window and could hear the sound of horseshoes from a distance. He whispered, "You should count me."

"Moyun Pavilion was originally built by you and me. Naturally, it is your share." Xing Wuyun put down the hip flask in his hand, got up lightly, and then stood by another window lattice, looking into the distance, "I don't want to see her again. Feeling sad because of who was injured, you know, during the days when you were poisoned, she would stand where she could see you every day and stay with you?"

Wei Zimo was startled slightly, but he didn't know it. Only because of this, he was able to persevere at the time. This was not easy and made him even more aware of his heart for her.

"Now, nothing is better than her." Wei Zimo replied lightly.

Xing Wuyun looked at him sideways, curled his lips and smiled, "Why don't I, you and I know her ambitions, if you can live a stable life with her in the future, then you and I can't stand by and leave her alone. Carry it."

Wei Zimo nodded and responded, turning his eyes to look at him, "You can do whatever you want, but tell me your plan and purpose."

"My goal is to get rid of Gong Yimin." Xing Wuyun's eyes condensed and said in a deep voice.

Wei Zimo suddenly curled his lips and smiled, "It's just what I want."

Leng Peihan, Fu Zhuo, and Li Su returned to the palace with Feng Aotian, while the brigade was arranged in the hallway.

In the palace, Leng Peihan, Fu Zhuo, and Li Su knelt on the ground and asked for gratitude.

Feng Qianning and Fu Han were also on the sidelines. Three days later, it was an auspicious day. Feng Aotian had already ordered the marriage. Three days later, the two brothers of the Fu family married together.

Fu Zhuo was a little surprised that his elder brother was able to marry Princess Feng Qianning, but when he saw the faint smile between Fu Han's eyebrows, he knew that his eldest brother had changed.

After the dinner, Leng Qianye and Leng Peihan returned to the Leng Mansion, and Fu Zhuo and Fu Han returned to the mansion specially built for them in Beijing.

In the emperor's bedroom, Feng Qianning sat beside Feng Aotian, with one hand propped his chin, and the other hand fiddled with the hairpin in his hand. He smiled and said, "Emperor brother, what a matchmaker did is really good."

The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth twitched and looked at her, "It's not bad for your overlord to make a bow."

Feng Qianning gave a low laugh, and then said, "Brother Huang, there has been movement in Leling."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded and looked at her, "Is everything done for you?"

"Faultless." Feng Qianning said with a smile.

"Then you will marry happily. Ten days later, you and Fu Han will go out together, go together, and conquer Caiguo." Feng Aotian looked at her and said in a low voice.

"The imperial sister would like to abide by the imperial edict." Feng Qianning responded sternly.

Feng Aotian looked at her with a smile, "If you don't put some pressure on them, Ye Feng's scene will definitely not be able to sing."

Feng Qianning responded with a smile, "Brother Huang is still wise."

Feng Aotian raised his hand and patted her head, "I am becoming more behaved now."

Knowing Feng Aotian's temper, Feng Qianning hurriedly responded with a smile, "You have solved the problem of the emperor sister for more than ten years, and the emperor sister naturally wants to flatter, wear everything, not flatter."

Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, "If you let Fu Han know that your temperament in front of him is pretending, let's see if he will marry you or not."

Feng Qianning quickly grabbed Feng Aotian's arm, "Brother Hao Huang, wouldn't you tell him?"

"That depends on your performance." Feng Aotian joked with her. In her previous life, she had no relatives. Although her soul was not the original Feng Aotian, this body was related to Feng Qianning. , She had already regarded Feng Qianning as her own relative.

Feng Qianning quickly greeted him with a smile, "Brother Huang is the most wise and martial artist, so naturally he won't be willing to make the sister sad.

Feng Aotian smiled and looked at her, "Three days later is the day of marriage, which seems to be urgent, but the Lord ordered someone to arrange it in secret early in the morning. Now, you only have to wait for that day to be a bride with peace of mind."

"Yes, Sister Huang obeyed." Feng Qianning responded quickly and obediently.

Feng Aotian looked at her with a smile, and whispered, "You will stay in the palace these few days and you are not allowed to go anywhere."

"Yeah." Feng Qianning responded with a smile, and suddenly sighed. She has experienced so much right and wrong. Now, she has never imagined that she can get to this point. She raised her eyes and looked at Feng Aotian and said to her. Be grateful.

Fu Zhuo and Fu Han raised their eyes and looked at the Fu Mansion in front of them. It was exactly the same as the mansion in Qicheng, including the furnishings inside. It was obvious that Feng Aotian's care for the two of them.

Fu Han sighed quietly, "wandering around, never thought, but now it is here."

Fu Zhuo looked at Fu Han, "Big Brother, it might be a good thing to have such an ending."

"Yes, it might not be a good thing." Fu Han never expected that the girl he accidentally saved back then turned out to be the current Feng Qianning. He should be fortunate to be able to meet her again.

"Three days later, you and my brothers got married together. It is also very gratifying that your parents are in the spirit of heaven." Fu Zhuo continued.

"Yeah." Fu Han looked at Fu Zhuo, "You and my brothers haven't been together for a long time, and we have a good drink tonight."

"Okay." Fu Zhuo responded with a smile, and then entered the house with Fu Zhuo.

Mu Hanjin counted the time, he didn't have many days left, but fortunately, everything went smoothly.

Feng Aotian walked to Qinghui Palace and looked at the moonlight as bright as water, sprinkling on his elegant and watery figure, revealing indescribable light, she stepped forward, walked in front of him, and embraced him in her arms. , "In the past few days, Lord is with you."

Mu Hanjin leaned in her arms and said warmly, "The emperor, if the minister can come back alive, can you promise the minister one thing?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian didn't ask anything, but replied in a deep voice.

Mu Hanjin chuckled, then raised her eyes to look at her, "Get married with a minister in the Feng Clan?"

Feng Aotian lowered his head and kissed his lips, gently sucking in, which is considered a promise, holding his hand, and slowly stepping into the palace.

Mu Hanjin lowered his head, with a small smile on the corners of his mouth, looking at each other's ten-fingered hands, he raised his eyes to look at her, at this moment, he was happy.

Feng Aotian was reclining on the soft couch, watching him slowly sitting beside her, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, and she looked at him with a smile.

Mu Hanjin smiled softly, "What is the emperor thinking?"

Feng Aotian leaned in his arms quickly, sniffing the faint fragrance of his body, his hands were already wandering restlessly on his waist and abdomen, raising his eyes to look at him, "Master wants to eat you."

Mu Hanjin smiled, "The emperor finally remembered the courtiers."

Feng Aotian knew that these days, she wandered among them and rarely stayed at his place for the night. Today is a rare good day. She can't wait to overwhelm him on the soft couch and untie his clothes.

Mu Hanjin stared at her scorchingly, "The emperor, let's go back to the bed."

The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, and he smiled extremely evilly, "right here."

Mu Hanjin gave a low smile, and then let her go. After a while, all the clothes on her body had been removed by her. Mu Hanjin took the initiative to surround her waist and looked for a suitable position. She lowered her head to kiss He pressed his lips, the tip of his tongue outlined the shape of his lips, and his hands were walking on his jade-white skin, gently kneading.

Mu Hanjin's hands tremblingly stroked her back, although she was separated from the clothes, she could still feel the silky touch like silk.

Feng Aotian sat up and watched him panting low, his cheeks stained with dazzling red glow, her lips were fascinating, her phoenix eyes squinted slightly, her voice lowered, "Come by yourself."

Mu Hanjin paused slightly, slid her fingers across her waist, unfastened the panlong jade buckle, took a deep breath, and took a deep breath. Although it was not this time to enjoy her, but every time, she would let her His heart was rippling, just like the first time, making his heart beat hard.

Feng Aotian stared at the charm of his eyebrows, and she drew her fingertips across his eyebrows. After a while, the **** on his body was removed by him. He raised his head slightly, leaning against her chest, and listening quietly. Her heartbeat.

Feng Aotian hugged him tightly and whispered, "Just hold him like this, don't be afraid of catching cold."

Mu Hanjin gave a low laugh, then bit on it, Feng Aotian exclaimed, then looked down at him, "When did you become so cunning?"

Mu Hanjin looked up at her, lowered her head, and continued to worship.

A night of lingering, even better but countless in the world, when Feng Aotian woke up the next day, Mu Hanjin was already dressed, sitting by the bed, staring at her blankly.

Feng Aotian sat up, leaned to one side, and looked at him, "Look, what do you do?"

Mu Hanjin smiled, "I'm afraid of forgetting."

Feng Aotian squeezed his hand tightly, "If you dare to forget, the Lord will cut you off."

Mu Hanjin embraced her in her arms. No one could let go of such tenderness. What's more, he loved it with his life. How could she forget it, but he was still afraid.

Feng Aotian leaned in his arms, and she understood that this was the last level. If he passed this level, he would be able to stay by her side forever, but if he couldn't pass it?

"If you can't make it through, the master will forget you." Feng Aotian said solemnly.

Mu Hanjin responded with a smile, "That minister will live better than die."

Feng Aotian whispered, "Then you can hold it through for the Lord."

"Good." Mu Hanjin replied deceivingly.

In Wu Yueguo, Ye Meixi hadn't seen Feng Aotian for a long time. As the saying goes, not seeing Feng Aotian in one day, as if every three autumns, he could not wait to fly into her arms every day, but now it is impossible.

"Pavilion Master, Le Qiguo has already moved. It seems that Emperor Le Qi is betting on his wealth." Chu Xia replied with his head from the side.

Ye Meixi fiddled with the delicate petals on one side, and whispered, "So what, it's just what's in the bag of the Lord."

Early summer naturally knew Feng Aotian's greatness, but there were unexpected events, I was afraid it was too early.

"Pavilion Master, the people of the Leqi Sect deliberately avoided Wu Yueguo, and his subordinates felt that Wu Yueguo could not sit idly by." Chu Xia reminded from the side.

Ye Meixi raised her eyes and looked out the window, and whispered, "It looks like it will snow in a few days."

"Yes." Chu Xia saw that Ye Meixi hadn't put his mind on this place at all. He had a meal, and then responded.

"This first snow, I don't know if the Lord will come." Ye Meixi said quietly.

Chu Xia couldn't help sighing in her heart, her pavilion master was already devilish.

Ye Meixi turned her eyes and glanced at Chu Xia beside her, "Although let them pass, this king will have to see what he wants to do."

"Yes." Chu Xia replied, and then retreated. She was afraid that Ye Meixi would say something strange again.

Ye Meixi looked up at the starry sky not far away, and continued to sigh.

In a blink of an eye, it was the day of marriage. On this day, everyone in the capital was beaming. The people stood on both sides in the morning, waiting for the welcoming team to pass by, so that they could follow the royal joy.

It’s strange to say that if it were placed more than a year ago and the princess was married, the people would avoid as far as they could be, and would not come out at all, for fear that they would be hit by the regent’s eyeliner. The dead don't know.

For the princess’s wedding, the etiquette is more complicated, but Fu Zhuo and Leng Peihan’s are much simpler. The two of them live in the Fu Mansion, while Fu Han and Feng Qianning specifically chose the Ma Mansion. Therefore, although The two brothers traveled early in the morning, but one went to the palace and the other went to Lengfu.

As the elder brother, Leng Qianye was naturally in the Leng Mansion, while Feng Aotian was in the palace, presiding over Feng Qianning himself.

The two brothers Mu Hanjin and Mu Hanyao went to the Leng Mansion, while Lan Jingshu and Xing Wuyun were in the palace. Wei Zimo didn't like to join in the fun, but as a gift, he went to the restaurant to work on his own. thing.

auzw.com is hard to come by without wind, Meteor stood beside him, poking his head constantly.

Wufeng is still a snow-white brocade robe, now standing next to Xing Wuyun, watching Fu Han walk slowly in a hi-robed robe.

Leng Peihan is also very lively here, but the two welcoming team left the Leng Mansion and the Imperial Palace at the same time, and made a full nine laps in the capital to show their longevity.

This day can be regarded as the busiest day in the capital. Feng Aotian looked at the beaming scene in the palace, and Mu Hanjin and Mu Hanyao came out of the Leng Mansion and went back to Mu Mansion.

Xing Wuyun looked at Feng Aotian's eyes with a touch of melancholy, and whispered, "Ming'er, Mu Hanjin will go back."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, turning his eyes to look at Wufeng, "Han Jin, I will beg of you."

No wind stepped forward and shook her hand, "You still need to be so polite between you and me?"

"He understands in his heart." Feng Aotian shook his hand instead, and a group of people stood outside the imperial palace, occasionally hearing the sound of firecrackers coming from outside.

When Mu Hanjin came back, before dawn, Feng Aotian had not closed his eyes all night, standing outside the palace, waiting for him, now it has been winter for many days, and the first snow is also unexpected.

White snowflakes floated in the air, stained with Mu Hanjin's crescent-colored mink cloak, his eyebrows were picturesque, his expression was indifferent, his mouth was slightly smiling, and he slowly walked towards her.

Feng Aotian stood on the spot, letting the wind roll up her clothes. Although it was not a heavy snow, it was also snowy. She looked at him and let the wind sound in her ears.

Mu Hanjin walked to her side, put her hand on her palm, sighed, "Why don't the emperor wear one more."

"It's okay, Lord is not cold." Feng Aotian looked at him with a smile, and then said, "Leave now?"

"Yeah." Mu Hanjin nodded.

Feng Aotian turned around and looked at the windlessness, "Let's go."

No wind nodded, Xing Wuyun and Lan Jingshu left early in the morning and returned to their own bedroom. Meteor stood beside Windless, looked up at Mu Hanjin, and the group walked forward slowly.

White snowflakes covered the entire palace, and their footprints were printed on the snow, but it was covered by new snow in a flash.

When he returned to the Feng Clan, Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "Is there anything to say to the Lord?"

"The emperor is waiting for the minister." Mu Hanjin hugged her tightly and whispered.

"Okay." Feng Aotian nodded in response, and then watched him slowly enter the medicine room, while Wufeng was standing next to him, and Qingfeng brought Wang Qingshui and handed it to him.

Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Aotian with a smile at the corner of her mouth, raised her head and drank Wangqingshui, then turned around, turned her back to her, and slowly sat on the tuft.

Standing outside the medicine room, Feng Aotian saw Mu Hanjin clutching her heart and vomiting blood. Feng Aotian felt a pain in her heart.

Wufeng immediately sat opposite him and gave him the needle. After a little stabilization, he walked out of the medicine room and looked at Feng Aotian, "This kind of water forgiveness is not more than the water for emotionlessness. It contains highly poisonous water. Now, he Although it is not invading, it will take some time if it can survive."

"How long will it take?" Feng Aotian looked at his back, he didn't want her to see his painful appearance now.

"Two months." No wind said immediately.

Feng Aotian's eyes sank, "For two months, I can afford to wait."

No wind nodded and said, "You leave her to me, if you have something, do it earlier."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, then rolled his eyes, looking at the meteor, "How many days does the little white snake close?"

"Five days." Meteor responded quickly.

Feng Aotian nodded slightly, "Just in time."

She glanced deeply at Mu Hanjin's back, looked at No Wind, then turned around, and left the Wind Clan.

Meteor looked at Feng Aotian, "Holy Lord, Meteor is waiting for the little white snake here."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, and left alone.

When she walked out of the Feng Clan, she saw Xing Wuyun standing outside waiting for her.

She raised her eyes and looked at him, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, and the snow was falling. He was still so romantic and suave, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and slowly walked forward.

Feng Aotian shook his hand and leaned in his arms. Who said she was cold-blooded and ruthless, but the pain she experienced every time she could not help feeling distressed.

Xing Wuyun took her into his arms and flew away from the Feng Clan.

When the two entered the emperor's bedroom, they saw Mu Hanyao, Leng Qianye, and Lan Jingshu all there.

Feng Aotian looked at them, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, "Why did you come so early?"

Mu Hanyao knew that Mu Hanjin was gone. He stepped forward and looked at Feng Aotian with worry on his face, "How about the emperor?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded slightly, leaning against his arms, "Master is tired."

"The minister helped the emperor go up to the Dragon Couch Resting Meeting." Mu Hanyao said, he picked her up and walked towards the inner hall.

Xing Wuyun turned around and left the Imperial Palace.

Leng Qianye and Lan Jingshu looked at each other. I wonder why Xing Wuyun is so quiet today.

Mu Hanyao put her on the dragon couch, and Feng Aotian motioned to him to lie down too, "A rest with the master."

"Yes." Mu Hanyao knew that she was in a bad mood, so he replied, and then lay next to her, while she was leaning against his broad chest and closing her eyes.

Lan Jingshu looked at Leng Qianye, "I went to the Metropolitan Procuratorate."

"Yeah." Leng Qianye nodded and said, "I will return to Lengyue Palace."

As the two said, they left the Imperial Palace.

A day later, Feng Aotian got up early the next morning, and Mu Hanyao watched her look much better, thinking that she had stood at the wind outlet the night before, but fortunately she had not contracted the cold.

Feng Aotian looked at Mu Hanyao and said with a smile, "What did you do to your master last night?"

Mu Hanyao was startled slightly, then turned his eyes, no longer looking at her, but went to the dragon bed.

Feng Aotian looked at him amused, and then got off the dragon bed, holding him behind him, "Huh?"

Mu Hanyao couldn't help but think about standing last night, kissed her lips, and then almost put his hand... Thinking of this, his face was stained with an unnatural blush, and then he whispered, "Nothing."

Feng Aotian chuckled, "Really nothing?"

Mu Hanyao used a voice that he couldn't hear, "Yes."

Feng Aotian slid his hands across his shirt, gently softened the tight muscles between his waist and abdomen, and walked slowly downstream, "If you don't say anything, I will do it for you."

Mu Hanyao raised his hands and squeezed her hands in his palms, "The emperor doesn't need to go to the morning court today?"

Feng Aotian stood in front of him, his hands slid from his waist to his back, his voice was a bit of a charm, "It is nothing compared to doing you."

Mu Hanyao took her into his arms with a low voice, "What are the emperor waiting for?"

The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth hooked, and then he bit his shoulder, biting gently.

Mu Hanyao hugged her tightly, allowing her to bite, but he didn't move.

"Hey, it seems that it is not the right time for the minister to come." Xing Wuyun's voice was helpless, and he had already leaned against the inner hall, looking sideways, looking at Leng Qianye on the side.

Feng Aotian unhurriedly folded Mu Hanyao's clothes, turning his eyes to look at Xing Wuyun, "Are you good?"

Xing Wuyun curled his mouth, "The minister is just a coincidence."

"It's a good thing to dare to disturb the Lord." Feng Aotian took Mu Hanyao's hand and walked outwards. When she looked at Xing Wuyun, she already kicked it.

Xing Wuyun took advantage of the situation, but took her into his arms and chuckled, "The emperor, you haven't washed it yet."

Feng Aotian chuckled, "I'm waiting for him."

"Zhuzhi." Xing Wuyun quickly agreed, then raised his eyes to see Mu Hanyao's expression unnatural, and laughed, "Brother Hanyao also quickly washed and changed. It was snowing last night. It's cold today. It's going to be cold."

Mu Hanyao knew that Xing Wuyun was teasing him. He raised his eyes and glanced at Xing Wuyun, "Brother Lao Wuyun is concerned."

Lan Jingshu stood beside Leng Qianye. Seeing that the atmosphere was wrong, he said warmly, "Is the emperor going to the morning court today?"

Feng Aotian looked at him and smiled lightly, "No, pass it on, tomorrow morning."

"Yes." Lan Jingshu responded, and then went to pass on.

Feng Aotian looked at Leng Qianye's handsome and dusty face, with a layer of discomfort, her mouth twitched, and then looked at him, "Can you sleep well these two days?"

"What do you think of the emperor?" Leng Qianye asked bluntly.

Feng Aotian thought that he was okay, and then said, "Looking at her complexion, it's not bad."

"The emperor said it would be good." Leng Qianye replied lightly.

Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, and then Xing Wuyun dragged him into the inner hall.

Mu Hanyao raised his eyes and glanced at Leng Qianye, then turned around to wash.

Leng Qianye turned around, walked slowly to the soft couch and sat on one side. He knew that these peaceful days might not be too many, maybe, after tomorrow, they will leave Beijing again.

Mu Hanyao also understood in their hearts, and in their hearts, that such a short and happy time was a luxury for them.

Feng Aotian took Mu Hanyao and Xing Wuyun's hands and walked out of the inner hall, and saw Leng Qianye staring forward indifferently, thoughtfully.

Her eyes darkened, then she let go of the two and sat down beside Leng Qianye slowly, "What are you thinking?"

"The emperor, when will the minister leave?" Leng Qianye turned his eyes and asked himself.

Feng Aotian smiled and squeezed his hand, "I can't bear you."

Mu Hanyao stepped forward and stood in front of her. They all knew what was the accusation of being a general. Even though they were reluctant to give up, they still had to face it bravely.

Feng Aotian looked at them, "Three days later."

That day, the golden scroll was reopened, the little white snake went out, and they had to leave.

"The minister understands." Mu Hanyao and Leng Qianye replied in a deep voice.

"Yeah." Feng Aotian shook the hands of the two of them. Le Qiguo is bound to win, but Le Ling is not an excellent person to deal with. Even if she calculates everything, there is still a way to say that it is impossible to defend. When Le Ling hadn't really revealed her assassin, she couldn't relax her guard.

As early as the moment when Le Ling was taken back home from the south, he had already secretly moved all his soldiers out, like a dense net, slowly approaching Fengqi country, and then Feng Qi country was surrounded by his big net.

Feng Aotian didn't expect that there were so many soldiers and horses in Le Ling's hands. She had already understood before, and originally thought that she had mastered all the movements of Le Qiguo, but she was still a hundred secrets.

It can be seen that Le Ling also has his depth and calculation.

Xing Wuyun leaned to one side and said nothing. For him, Le Qiguo was nothing but a place that gave him life and identity. After that, the wind, frost and pain he experienced could not be separated from Le Qiguo, but He knows Le Ling too well, he can show all his shortcomings, but he hides a fatal shortcoming firmly, and this shortcoming is his arrogance.

On the surface, he seems to be a gentle person, but in fact he is calculating. Even if Feng Aotian does not attack Le Qiguo, Leling will preemptively attack him, and returning to the country and Wu Yueguo are just his intentional deployments, but he did not expect. Feng Aotian's strength would be so strong that he overestimated himself too much, but this time, it was not as easy to deal with as before.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, "What are you thinking about?"

"The minister thinks, Le Qi Guochen will take it back himself." Xing Wuyun looked at Feng Aotian, his tone was unquestionable, his plan was not defeated by Le Ling, and it might be even better. Before, he would not care about it. These things, but now, he feels that he can't go on like this.

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