This Lord is Too Cruel

After Mu Hanjin heard this, her figure trembled, her complexion seemed to be stained with a glow, completely red, should she paint such a picture? He just wants to tear up the painting now.

Feng Aotian’s cold fingers touched his mature cheeks, and Mu Hanjin couldn’t help trembling with a touch of coolness. He raised his eyes, facing Feng Aotian’s handsome and charming face with an evil smile, and quickly bowed his head, "Lord, Weichen's clumsy posture, I'm afraid it's insulting the prince's eyes, so I don't have to."

Feng Aotian said with a low smile, "How can the master be clumsy? Are you suspicious of your master's vision?"

Mu Hanjin hurriedly shook her head and said, "It's not...Weichen...knowing the mistake."

Feng Aotian's thin fingers ran across his hot cheeks, as if stroking the warm jade she had been carrying with her, carefully and seriously.

Mu Hanjin remembered the situation in which Shicai had fed the porridge to Ye Meixi herself, and his eyes flashed with puzzlement. The regent who came back from the border was really different from the previous ones, but there was a deep inside. The domineering and brutality that came out were still so clear, he couldn't see through, is the current regent, is it true?

At this moment, Feng Aotian's jade feet passed under the table silently, and reached Mu Hanjin's important position. His toes moved lightly through his shoes and socks and his beautiful silk trousers... …

Mu Hanjin was in a state of confusion, but was attacked by Feng Aotian like this. Her figure became stiff, her red complexion immediately turned pale, her body fell to the soft couch, her figure was unstable, and she fell without warning. Soft couch.

Feng Aotian's Liu eyebrows raised, and she didn't feel any discomfort with her act of flirting with talent. With a suction on her palm, Mu Hanjin's body fell into her arms.

Feng Aotian stared at Mu Hanjin's pale face at this time, and said in a low voice, "What? Afraid that he would touch you?"

"The prince, the Weichen... the Weichen is not, but... I don't know if the prince will suddenly..." Mu Hanjin ran into Feng Aotian's pupils, staring at him coldly, causing him to shrink habitually. He quickly argued, thinking of the strangeness that came from his lower abdomen, and his pale complexion also recovered a touch of blood, but it was a shy look.

Feng Aotian's eyes sank, aroused the ink hair scattered on his chest, his thin lips hooked slightly, and his ears whispered in a low voice, "Master is just a comparison, it's Mu Hanyao's bigger, or yours... …"

Mu Hanjin heard that her complexion became more rosy and translucent, as transparent as phoenix blood and white jade, which made people unable to help but lean over and take a bite. Feng Aotian thought about it and did it, on his cheek He took a bite lightly, leaving a row of teeth marks, as if a enchanting flower was printed on his white and flawless face.

Thinking of the elegant, but now, he is at a loss. He wants to break free of this annoying bondage, but he can't break free. The faint pain on his cheek involves his indifferent heart. He raises his eyes and faces Feng. Aotian stared at his phoenix eyes, "Master, the memorial has not yet been approved."

Feng Aotian smiled coldly, "Why don't you draw your size up, and ask Mu Hanyao, who is bigger?"

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Mu Hanjin's eyes flashed with sullenness, mixed with helplessness. It is conceivable that if the eldest brother saw this painting, he might turn the fold into ashes on the spot, and he would do the same if it was him.

Feng Aotian stared at Mu Hanjin's occasional shy appearance, and pushed him to the opposite side of the table, "Don't review the memorial yet?"

Mu Hanjin was visibly stunned. Her emotions really changed as soon as she said it changed. She was still lingering just now, but now she is indifferent and frosty. He was silent, calmed his mind, wrote again, staring at the memorial, and his brain went blank.

Feng Aotian wrote, really drew Mu Hanjin's size on the side, and also wrote two words along the way, "Who is big?"

He closed the folds with satisfaction, then threw it out, and a black shadow took it, and disappeared in a flash.

Mu Hanjin restrained her emotions as much as possible, calmed her mind, and focused on reviewing the memorials in front of him, while Feng Aotian picked up the memorials that Mu Hanjin had classified and annotated, approving them one by one, and then made his final decision. Note down and put it on one side.

In the inner hall, Ye Meixi was still asleep, and the huge bedroom was silent, as if Shi Cai's slapstick was just adjusting the nervous mood of the day, and it was also the joy of the boudoir.

In a blink of an eye, the night darkened, and Feng Yinqi stood outside the palace with his hands under his arm. He secretly reminded himself to restrain patience, but when he thought of his dignified monarch, he had to wait here for his courtiers to receive him. If this happened Going out, even if the power is in control in the future, this matter will become a shame to him. Thinking about this, he suddenly became angry, his eyes seemed to burst into flames, and he lifted his steps and strode towards the palace.

Seeing the little emperor coming from a distance, Grandpa Feng stood calmly and calmly outside the main hall door. In his small figure, under the moonlight, he exuded a cold air, step by step, he seemed to climb up the steps with anger. , Just about to step into the palace, the guards of the palace have stepped forward to block.

"The emperor, the prince is not yet finished, you can't enter this palace." Father Feng said calmly with a sharp throat.

"What if I have to go in?" Feng Yinqi's immature voice was full of coldness and sternness, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he stared at Father Feng sullenly.

When Feng Gongzheng was about to reply, Feng Aotian's low voice sounded, "This king's palace is not easy to enter. If you want to enter, you will strip off and come in again."

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