This Lord is Too Cruel

"Yeah..." Mu Hanjin narrowed her eyes slightly, and the corners of her mouth overflowed with a painful and moaning moan. Such biting is already commonplace for him, and he can still have this under such inhuman torture. The general reaction, it can be seen that in the past two years, Feng Aotian has trained him to become another him. Under the man's body, in the face of such torture, he can still feel such a hint of pleasure and make such a seductive groan.

Feng Aotian looked at the bite marks on Mu Hanjin's shoulder with satisfaction, raised his eyes, stared at him coldly, and whispered softly in his ear, "Forget what the master said? Come over to accompany the master after taking the medicine, and the master asked If you dare not answer your words, this is the punishment for you. If you dare to disobey the Lord in the future, this punishment is not so easy, can you hear it clearly?"

Mu Hanjin's heart was cold, and a touch of irony flashed through the corner of her eyes. After all, he thought too much, how could she change? How could it be different from the past? She just changed a way to torture people.

Grabbing the warmth that slightly penetrated into his heart, the gentle eyes returned to the same as before, and the elegant figure bloomed with a faint stream of light under him, and he whispered, "Weichen remember."

Feng Aotian let go of Mu Hanjin, and sat back on the soft couch, "Bring a piece of clothing for Concubine Mu to wear."

"Yes." Father Feng stood in one place like a stone sculpture. He had long been accustomed to his indistinct temperament. For him, what the master did was right. Who would dare to make the master unhappy? He made anyone unhappy in this life.

Mu Hanjin got up from the soft couch. This kind of humiliation was insignificant compared to usual. He got down on the couch obediently, knelt on the ground, and was silent.

Feng Aotian continued to read the memorial, while reading and looking at the comments. Liu frowned. When he saw a copy from the inspectorate, he threw the memorial to the ground with a "pop", and the palm in front of him The square table smashed, and the memorial placed on the square table fell onto the soft couch.

At this moment, Father Feng just ordered people to go to Qinghui Pavilion to bring Mu Hanjin's usual brocade clothes. Seeing that his master was furious, he hung his head and dared not enter.

Feng Aotian raised his palm, sucked the brocade robe in Father Feng's hand into his palm, coldly looked at Mu Hanjin who was kneeling on the ground, and said solemnly, "Come here."

Mu Hanjin knew that when the regent was furious now, he must not provoke him. If it provokes him unhappy, the loss of life is small, if the innocent is involved, he suddenly thought that Leng Qianye lying in the inner room could not be caused by him. It hurt others, so he lowered his head, knelt on the ground, and approached Feng Aotian.

Seeing him like this, Feng Aotian sighed helplessly. She was just giving him a small warning. With a light touch of her finger, Mu Hanjin was pulled up from the ground by her, her cold finger touched him coldly. His fingertips, he fell into her arms, "The night is heavy, if it is frozen, the Lord will feel distressed."

The tone was much softer than Shi Cai, and then when he was astonished, he put the brocade robe on him, stretched out his hand, and the memorial that Shi Cai threw on the ground had fallen into her palm, and then handed it to Mu Hanjin, "All turned to the salt transport agent According to the papers presented by the ambassador, thieves in the Lianghuai River were rampant, and Guanyan was robbed several times. This matter has been delayed for two months now. The inspectorate can't find any clues. Why do you want this waste? ?"

Mu Hanjin raised his hand, took the zhezi, and carefully read the report. He raised his eyes and looked at the seriousness in Feng Aotian's eyes. At this moment, he was sitting in her arms in such an ambiguous posture. Unclear, made him feel uncomfortable, but he didn't dare to move.

Feng Aotian lowered his eyes, it was rare to see Mu Hanjin Ruyu's face stained with a pale pink blush, and he lowered his eyes, "This matter is for you to do."

Mu Hanjin's eyes lit up, he should handle this matter? Did the regent mean to let him enter the court? If it was before, he would definitely refuse, but now, in this palace of the regent, like a walking dead for two years, it is better to die than to continue to live here, it is better to do something else.

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"Since the Inspectorate is so incompetent to supervise Yushi, what is the use of the Lord?" Feng Aotian raised his hand, stroked Mu Hanjin Ningyu's cheek, slid across the slender neck, and rolled up his slender fingers. The long hair on his chest said, "Lan Jingshu, the last champion, has been idle for two years. Now, it is time to be loyal to the court. You never leave useless people here, do you understand?"

Mu Hanjin's long and narrow eyes flashed with confusion, and then returned to indifference. She lowered her eyes and suppressed her inner ecstasy. It was Jing Shu's constant wish to enter the dynasty for the people and do things for the court. If he knew, he would definitely be happy. .

"You seem to like to be in a daze in front of your master. Did you forget what the master said just now?" Feng Aotian's fingers loosened the satin-like ink hair, his fingertips ran across the bite marks on his shoulder, and Feng's eyes narrowed slightly. , Looking gloomy.

Mu Hanjin raised her eyes, looked at her, and replied obediently, "Weichen abides by the order."

Seeing Mu Hanjin's reply, Feng Aotian smiled with satisfaction, "Gong Gong Feng, pass the will of the king, and Concubine Lan will go to court with him."

"Yes." Feng Gonggong answered his head and ordered someone to pass on.

Leng Qianye, who was far away in the inner room, listened to Feng Aotian's deep conversation from the study, aroused an uproar in his heart, and finally couldn't bear the impact of internal force and fell asleep.

That night, the lights in the bedroom were brightly lit, and after Feng Aotian and Mu Hanjin commented on the mountain of memorials one by one, the sky gradually brightened.

Father Feng had prepared the court clothes for the early dynasty. After Lan Jingshu was summoned last night, he had been waiting outside the palace hall. He had been waiting for a long time on this day.

The palace’s emperor’s bedroom was bright all night after the regent returned to Beijing. The eyeliner located in the regent’s mansion came to inform the palace every other hour.

"Qi'er, your uncle regent's return to Beijing this time is extraordinary. You have to be cautious in your words and deeds in the previous dynasty, and you must not reveal any flaws." , The bright eyes are good at gazing, such a gentle temperament, even more shows the dignity and grace of the world of maternal rites, the lush white tenderness lifted slightly, touching the tender face of the emperor in front of him, and said softly.

"Don't worry about the mother, Qier won't rush, and you must remember what the mother said." The young child, with a small chest, a royal style, noble, and a pair of pupils like the woman called the queen in front of him , Overflowing with radiance, a coldness different from that of children of the same age flashed under his eyes, turned around, and walked calmly out of the imperial palace.

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