This Lord is Too Cruel

Feng Aotian stretched out his hand, put his slightly smaller hand into her palm, and gently tugged, he sat on her lap obediently, he raised his head, blinked his eyes, and stared at Feng Ao foolishly. God, this feeling is like when he was a child, Uncle Wang held him and gently told him stories, or answered some innocent questions to him, which made him feel more dependent.

Feng Aotian stared at those dark eyes, and then he remembered that he was just a child. In the past two years, due to her indifference and alienation, he no longer relied on her as before. Yes, let him bear the weight of his age at a small age. When he sits on the dragon chair, he is no longer the ignorant child.

She was thinking about how the predecessor of this body was pampering the child at that time? She buried her love for the Emperor Xian very deeply, but she had nowhere to pin it, and Feng Yinqi did look very much like his father, especially the look between her brows, which looked very much like Emperor Xian. Only then would she transfer all her tenderness towards the Emperor Xian to Feng Yinqi.

I can’t love it, I can’t get it, but I love it paranoidly. Such depressed feelings, painful obsessions, entangled her hard until the emperor died, but she had no chance to see him for the last time, she didn’t know that he would remain Can you think of her at the moment? I wonder if he can say something to her in the end? He left like this, but he didn't know that there was a man who loved him since he was sensible. He was her only hope and dream in this world. The hope was broken and the dream was broken. Where should she go?

She chose the most extreme method, and that was to destroy all these falsehoods. She wanted to follow him with the demise of this country. Thinking of this, Feng Aotian's heart ached, and her brows frowned. The day she died What happened? Why can't I feel it?

Feng Yinqi watched Feng Aotian's expression, seeing her thoughtful, frowning her eyebrows, and showing sadness, he raised his other hand, habitually touched her eyebrows, and stroked her up and down. He wanted to calm her sadness, such a look, he had seen it often, but he did not expect that after two years, Uncle Wang was still so sad.

Feng Aotian came back to his senses, staring at him, and suddenly a small smile rose from the corner of his mouth, "Okay, look at these things in front of you, and pick out what you can do."

Feng Yinqi quickly closed his hand, then turned around, and saw piles of memorials placed on the book case. He had been on the throne for two years, but he had never reviewed memorials. Now, looking at the mountain of memorials before him, he once again He set his eyes on Feng Aotian, "Uncle Regent, I am not yet the age of pro-government."

After saying that, he regretted it. Now, the uncle regent asked him to review the memorial. Doesn't that mean that he has the opportunity to participate in politics? Why would you refuse?

Feng Aotian stretched out his hand and knocked Feng Yinqi's head hard, "It depends on you to see or not. There is only one opportunity. If you miss it, then this king will not give you a second time."

Feng Yinqi stared at Feng Aotian's suddenly turning cold pupils, turned around, sat in her arms obediently, picked up the memorials in front of him, and read them one by one.

Mu Hanjin had already reviewed the last memorial, and the expression that Shi Cai Feng Aotian showed, he had a full view. What was she thinking? Doesn't she want this country? Why does she show such a sad look? Who is she thinking of?

He bowed his head, put down the Zhubi, and meditated silently. If she is the destined king, then all these changes are destined. Even if he rejects it, he is helpless. Why not?

Feng Aotian moved Feng Yinqi aside and got down on the soft couch. She could see that Mu Hanjin was hiding his thoughts and stepped forward, "Go out with him."

Mu Hanjin raised her eyes, stared at her, hurried to stay, put on her shoes, and replied respectfully, "Yes."

Feng Yinqi raised his eyes, glanced at the back of the two of them leaving, then looked down, and continued to read the memorials. The uncle regent was right. Opportunities are unforgettable. He looked at the papers in his hand, and his mind emerged. When the regent King Uncle Chu Shicai asked him a question, he suddenly felt a little bit of sentiment. Picking up the Zhubi, he also commented on his own opinion and memorial.

Feng Aotian took Mu Hanjin's hand and walked out of the bedroom. The two were speechless all the way, but just strolling.

auzw.com When Feng Aotian left, he saw a black shadow flashing by. Father Feng looked at the disappearing black shadow, and a sneered sneered at the corner of his mouth. Now that he has entered the game, wait. Just die.

Because they were busy all day, they were all wearing official uniforms. Now, the night is lonely. Feng Aotian's robe is at Ye Meixi's place. He only wears a brown brocade shirt, which has faded from the majesty of the regent, but more It's a bit of Laurel Tsinghua.

Mu Hanjin was dressed in a purple official robe, handsome and extraordinary, slowly staggering half a step from her, walking beside her, she held his cold fingers, and squeezed slightly, "Are you worried?"

"Weichen..." Mu Hanjin lowered her eyes slightly, just about to speak out.

"No matter, I just want you to accompany you to relax." Feng Aotian interrupted his words coldly. There are some things, but there is no need to say well. Now she has an unstable foundation, is making enemies on all sides, and the heart is scattered. The country is afraid, even if She wants to kill and make a decision, but she also has a solid strength.

She needs to stabilize the game, gather people's hearts, and have to be restrained. She is very clear in her heart that who has set the eyeliner and chess pieces in her regent palace. She will clean up these things slowly, and she must protect those who can use them. , As for the useless, use to eliminate the troubles.

In the palace, Xing Zhiyan walked from Feng Yinqi to the palace of the regent, and was restless and could not sleep all night, waiting for the spies to return.

A black shadow hurriedly fell, kneeling at her feet, "Queen Dowager, General Leng was rescued by the regent. He was cautiously injured. Now he is recuperating in Qinghui Pavilion."

"Well, that's fine." Xing Zhiyan breathed a sigh of relief, her jade hand covered her heart, and a gentle smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. Then she asked in a deep voice, "Is the emperor in the regent's mansion?"

"The emperor is now reviewing the memorial." The shadow replied truthfully.

"Really?" Xing Zhiyan showed surprise, then lowered his face, "This is absolutely impossible. Feng Ao is domineering and has never put anyone in his eyes. How can Qi'er participate in government affairs?"

"It was seen by his subordinates." Hei Yingfu replied with certainty. When he returned, he suddenly vomited blood and convulsed all over his body. When Xing Zhiyan hadn't reacted, he had already bleed and died.

"This... how could it happen?" Xing Zhiyan took a step back in fright. When she looked closely, the black shadow in front of her had already turned into a pool of blood, and she immediately fainted.

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