This Lord is Too Cruel

Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and stared at the eyes that Feng Aotian was looking at him. There was a gentleness in those eyes that made him unable to figure out, but at this moment, it ran into his heart without warning.

He walked forward slowly, unwillingly, until he walked in front of her, and asked in a very low voice, "Master, your body?"

Feng Aotian smiled lightly, "It's okay, it's just a bit of blood lost."

After Mu Hanjin listened, her hanging heart relaxed slightly. The slightly tightly held hand was suddenly held by Feng Aotian with cold hands. He lowered his eyes and looked at the pair of white jade slender fingers before breaking apart. The moment he curled his fingers and clasped his hands, he couldn't help shaking.

Ye Meixi stood aside, grumbled dissatisfiedly, and hurriedly stroked her shoulder, "Master, you are injured now, but you need to be quiet."

Feng Aotian turned his eyes, staring at Ye Meixi, a touch of evil charm evoked at the corner of his mouth, "Don't rest, don't think you can escape like this."

Ye Meixi's mind trembled, and quickly lowered her head, and responded obediently, "Slave...understand."

"It's okay to understand, go back and rest, the master is a little tired." Feng Aotian said, got up, took Mu Hanjin's hand and left Qinghui Pavilion.

Ye Meixi stared at the back of Feng Aotian's departure, turned her eyes to look at Leng Qianye lying on the bed, her beautiful eyes drifted and stepped, she changed her pretentiousness in front of Feng Aotian, but a beautiful and enchanting way. The noble son looked like, with one hand behind him and the other in front of him, he left Qinghui Pavilion and walked towards Yihuan Pavilion.

Qinghui Pavilion and Yihuan Pavilion were separated by two long corridors. After a short while, he returned to the pavilion. The little **** who specializes in serving Ye Meixi, Suixi, saw that his master finally returned, and hurried forward to greet him. , "Master, you finally came back."

"Well, the palace is exhausted, so no one is allowed to disturb the palace." Ye Meixi said lazily, and went back to the room, took off the clothes on her body, and lay on the bed with only a middle coat. Above, thinking of everything that happened at Shicai, he hid for a year and did not hesitate to commit himself to it, but he was still found by his mother. Today they did not succeed. In the future, I am afraid... It seems that it is time for him to leave.

Thinking of this, but felt a little bored, and then remembered all the scenes Feng Aotian had to him in the past two days, he scooped up the Jinpa next to him and covered his face with a bright and enchanting smile at the corner of his mouth. Where can I go if I leave? What's more, his martial arts are completely abolished, and there is no hiding place. He smiled at the corner of his mouth and let out a faint sigh. Under the world, where is his body?

After Feng Aotian left, Leng Qianye fell asleep deeply, but, in a spring dream, all that appeared in his mind were the pictures of her feeding blood and him...

Feng Aotian took Mu Hanjin’s hand and did not perform any light work. Instead, he walked back to the bedroom. Along the way, both of them were silent. Mu Hanjin didn’t know what to say. At this time, he The sadness in his heart is more than tens of millions. The vision that occurred during the early morning of today has made him dazed, and when the assassination occurred later, he will be frightened. If he were to change to the past, he would definitely ignore it, but now... ...His heart is full of hesitation.

Feng Aotian didn’t want to say more, because now her internal strength is damaged, and she has lost too much blood, she is indeed a little physically exhausted, but if she falls, then how many pairs of eyes in this palace are staring at her, etc. At the moment she fell, how could she show weakness and let the countless black hands behind it succeed.

When he walked to the bedroom, Father Feng was already waiting at the door of the bedroom. How could he rest assured, where did the ghostly man in black come from? Moreover, his goal is Mu Hanjin, not the master. What is the conspiracy in this, which makes him puzzled. In addition, the master is now in a righteous body, so that he can't worry about it in case someone takes advantage of it.

Feng Aotian saw Father Feng greet her anxiously from a distance, and her heart warmed. In this place where people are sinister and want her to die at any time, only Father Feng is loyal to her.

"Master, are you okay?" Father Feng hurriedly stepped forward and asked with a sharp throat. He looked sideways and glanced at Mu Hanjin. A cold stern flashed in his shrewd eyes. No one would ever want to hurt the prince.

auzw.comMu Hanjin, of course, saw the hostility of Feng Gonggong. Thinking of the situation of the talents, he was also puzzled. Why did the ghost just kill him at this moment?

Feng Aotian reluctantly pulled out a faint smile, and said softly, "This king is fine, just rest for a while."

"As long as the prince is fine, the minion will be relieved." Seeing Feng Aotian's face as usual, Feng Gonggong was relieved.

Feng Aotian stopped talking, and took Mu Hanjin into the bedroom, raised his eyes and looked at him, "Can you review this memorial today?"

"I haven't reviewed it." Only then did Mu Hanjin remember her responsibilities, and quickly bowed her head to answer.

"Well, let's do something." Feng Aotian replied lightly, then let go of his hand and went back to the inner hall.

Mu Hanjin responded softly, "Yes."

He raised his eyes and watched her figure who was not in the inner hall, pondered for a moment, turned around, and entered the study. He stared at the memorial on the table for a long time, and then sat cross-legged, reading the memorial intently.

Feng Aotian walked to the inner hall, followed the wall and tapped regularly, and saw that the wall next to her was slowly moving. She walked into the secret room. This is a place dedicated to her daily exercises. It was a thousand-year-old ice bed. She slowly sat on the ice bed, holding her breath, and began to exercise her strength to heal her injuries.

In the palace, Feng Yinqi sat on the book table without any other thoughts. He just sat blankly, his immature face full of sorrow.

The chief **** Defu stood sharply aside, not daring to speak, since the emperor returned yesterday from the regent's mansion, he has become unwilling to stay. If this goes on, what should be done?

In the Queen Mother's palace, Xing Zhiyan fiddled with the strings, and a man in black was kneeling beside him, whispering, "Queen Mother, the assassination failed last night, and everyone involved has been dealt with."

"Well, did it slip through the net?" Xing Zhiyan was graceful and luxurious, but there was a trace of her daughter's charm, and there was a faint sadness between her eyebrows.

"The queen mother can rest assured, the Official Book Mansion is now submerged in a sea of ​​fire." The man in black continued.

"Very well, send someone to keep an eye on Lan Jing's book, and leave the Lianghuai affairs to Peony to handle." Xing Zhiyan flicked with her hands, seemingly casual, but her eyes were ruthless.

"The Queen Mother, the Prince Regent Mansion of Shicai encountered an assassin. According to the spies, General Leng was seriously injured."

"Boom!" With a sound, the string was broken, Xing Zhiyan ignored the blood dripping from his fingertips, raised his eyes, and stared coldly at the man in black.

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