This Lord is Too Cruel

Mu Hanjin stopped crying, raised her eyes, and saw a charming woman walking slowly, with a pair of apricot eyes, tears in the corners of her eyes, weak Liu Fufeng, stepped forward to support Mrs. Mu, and looked towards with a smile. he.

Mu Hanjin was puzzled, as if she couldn't remember who the woman in front of her was. She was about to ask, when she saw Mrs. Mu smile at the corner of her eyes, she lifted him up, her face was kind, "This is the elder of your third aunt's family. Daughter, Xia Diewu, your cousin of Diewu, you met when you were a child, but later, your three aunts moved to the southwest of the land, and they seldom contacted each other. By my side, otherwise, I won’t be able to live today."

Mu Hanjin looked at the woman in front of her, smiling, her manners were graceful, and she was a bit clear and refined, but at the age of sixteen or seventeen, she was a charming and amiable woman. He restrained his emotions and returned to his original and elegant manner. Nodding slightly, "Cousin Diwu."

"Die Wu has seen my second cousin." Xia Diewu lightly blessed her body, raised her eyes, and looked at Mu Hanjin. It seemed very peaceful and the most common meeting, but she had already stirred up a thousand layers in her heart. wave.

The person in front of me has the appearance of a jade, a scorching temperament, and an elegant temperament. He is really a rare man in the world, and even the one she has made up her mind to marry since she was a child. Maybe he doesn't remember who she is. However, he had been deeply engraved in his mind ten years ago. Therefore, knowing that he was imprisoned and the regent’s mansion, he hated the cruel regent, and felt sorry for him. With the opposition of her parents, she rushed all the way to the capital, waiting for him. This time, it took two years. Now that she finally saw him again, who knows the excitement in her heart.

She didn't care how he spent the past two years in the Regent Palace, let alone how others commented on him, she only knew that Xia Diewu recognized him in her life, and she had no hesitation.

"Jin'er, how did you come back?" Mrs. Mu asked as she looked behind her and no one followed.

"It's the prince who is going to the child to visit his mother. In the future, he will come back twice a month." Mu Hanjin couldn't help but feel warm when he thought of this. He had never been grateful for Feng Aotian. It wasn't until his mother, whom he hadn't seen for two years, that his almost dark heart had so much brightness.

"The regent?" Mrs. Mu couldn't believe it. She looked at him and saw that his face was much more haggard than two years ago, and he was much thinner, and she was even more distressed, holding his hand tightly, "Jin'er, You have suffered for the past two years."

"As long as the mother is well, the child will be good." When Mu Hanjin saw Mrs. Mu now, she suddenly felt that the suffering of these two years was nothing.

"Okay, okay, as long as you and your eldest brother are safe, mother will be at ease." Madam Mu took Mu Hanjin's hand and walked into the house.

Mu Hanjin carefully supported Mrs. Mu, "Mother, do you know about the big brother?"

"Well, he sent someone to pass the family letter, I already know it." Mrs. Mu nodded with a smile, looked at Mu Hanjin, and remembered the behavior of the Regent Su Ri, still distressed.

Of course, Mu Hanjin could see Mrs. Mu’s thoughts, and whispered, “Mother, the prince hasn’t done anything to the child, so please don’t worry about it. Now the child has entered the court, and the inspectorate is censored. ."

"It's so good." After hearing Mu Hanjin's words, Mrs. Mu nodded and asked tentatively again, "When will the Regent release you back to the house?"

Mu Hanjin was silent for a moment, and said warmly, "Now that the child has just taken office, and the regent is the place where people are employed, I am afraid that he will not return to the palace in the short term.

"But, you are now past the wedding year, should the regent keep you?" Madam Mu turned her eyes, glanced at Xia Diewu, and said worriedly.

"I don't want to talk about marriage now." Mu Hanjin is just comforting the old lady. In this life, he is afraid that he will not be able to marry a wife, let alone leave the prison of the Regent Palace.

"Oh, this regent is really a monster. He robbed one of my old lady's children, and now I don't even let the other go. Don't think, my old lady doesn't know why your elder brother is innocent now, and he still won the regent. "Lao Mu knocked on the cane in her hand, gritted her teeth and said.

Mu Hanjin supported Mrs. Mu, "Mother, the child can only accompany you for an hour, and I will return home later."

"Why? Just come back and leave? I can't stay for one night?" Mrs. Mu quickly suppressed her anger and looked at Mu Hanjin with a look of disappointment.

"Being busy with official business and unable to get away, it is not easy for the prince to allow the child to come back to visit his mother." Mu Hanjin said lightly, thinking of getting along with his mother for a short time, and she felt reluctant.

"Second cousin, don't worry, Die Wu will take care of her aunt." Xia Diewu said softly, holding the other side of Mrs. Mu.

Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and looked at Xia Diewu, she naturally understood her intentions, but now he has no intention of talking about it, not to mention that this is absolutely impossible, so it is out of courtesy, just polite He replied, "I have a cousin Lao Diewu."

"Second cousin does not need to be polite. Taking care of aunt is what Diewu should do." Xia Diewu replied with a smile.

Mrs. Mu looked at Xia Diewu with a smile, she liked it tightly, and now, when she looked at her child, she felt that the two were very good match, so she smiled comfortingly.

Mu Hanjin helped Mrs. Mu into the hall. She didn't dare to delay for a moment. She started to chat about things like childhood. She occasionally mentioned Mu Hanyao, or his situation in the Regent Palace was mixed. In this way, time passed in a hurry.

The meeting time became shorter and shorter, the mud feet became more precious, and the heart was more unwilling to give up. Outside the house came the report of the guards following Mu Hanjin, Mu Hanjin got up and said goodbye to Mrs. Mu with tears.

Mrs. Mu shed tears again, personally escorted him into the carriage, watched him leave, and was deeply moved.

Xia Diewu stared at Mu Hanjin's leaving figure, her thoughts in her heart became firmer and firmer, no matter how long she would wait for him to return, even if she had no destiny, she had no regrets.

"Auntie, it’s windy outside, beware of colds, Wudie will help you back to your house to rest. Didn’t the regent allow him to go back to the house twice a month? Or, think about it next time your second cousin comes back, you can do something for him What do you like to eat?" Xia Diewu suggested while consoling.

"It's still Diewu caring, seeing my old lady is really happy and confused." Mrs. Mu hurriedly stopped crying and sorrow, took another look at the carriage that had disappeared, turned around, and staggered back to Mu's house.

"I don't know when Yaoer will be back. I haven't seen him for six years." Mrs. Mu said quietly as she walked. There was a hint of helplessness and melancholy in that voice, as well as a deep love. And miss.

Sitting in the carriage, Mu Hanjin was still a little excited, but he missed it more. He had just started to miss him. He stretched out his hand and stroked his heart. It turned out that his heart would still be beating.

He suddenly thought of Feng Aotian and the scene he saw in the palace yesterday. The words of the master lingered in his ears, unable to disperse for a long time, "Golden light, Wang Zun appears, the world is chaotic."

Is his mission really to assist her in achieving Qianqiu hegemony? Her existence is really for the chaos of the world? What is he hesitating? Wasn't his born mission just for this?

Mu Hanjin has never been entangled like he is now. Even when he was forcibly taken into the Prince Regent’s Mansion and forced to live under him, he was so calm and unyielding, but now what? Why is it her?

In the Prince Regent's Mansion, a thin layer of sweat was already on Feng Aotian's forehead. When he saw Ye Meixi's complexion regained a trace of blood, he closed his palms, pulled up the quilt, and covered him, "Keep it well."

After that, she turned and left Yihuan Pavilion. Ye Meixi, who was lying on the bed, had a faint smile on her mouth after she left.

"He has to sleep for three more days, and wait carefully." Feng Aotian opened the door, walked out of the house, and said in a deep voice to the minions waiting outside.

"Yes, the minion will do his best to take care of Concubine Ye." Suixi knelt on the ground and replied respectfully.

Feng Aotian walked out of Yihuan Pavilion, but did not return to the bedroom, but went to Qinghui Pavilion.

Seeing that the regent left, he collapsed on the ground like prostration, let out a deep breath, got up quickly, pushed the door and entered, and saw Ye Meixi lying quietly on the bed, and then he was relieved and closed the door quietly. Waiting outside.

Feng Aotian was a little tired because he had consumed too much internal energy just now. Therefore, his footsteps were heavier than before, and he was also lazy. He walked about half an hour before arriving at Qinghui Pavilion.

Leng Qianye has been asleep since he was injured yesterday. He just woke up quietly, and Huanxi is serving him to wash and change clothes.

From a distance, I heard the voice of the minion kneeling on the ground, "The minion greets the lord!"

Leng Qianye happened to be wearing a long gown and was about to sit down. His face was still a little pale. Obviously, the palm he suffered yesterday was heavy. Now, the internal strength he recovered a little bit is gone. Could it be that Feng Aotian cut his wrist and rescued him with blood. , I am afraid that now he has returned to the west.

Last night, he slept very heavily, but his brows were frowning. Because of that, he had a nightmare all night. In the dreams, all the pictures of Feng Aotian feeding him with blood, and the inexplicable reaction on his body, let He was ashamed and wished it never happened.

Feng Aotian stepped into the house and saw Leng Qianye sitting on the soft couch from a distance. She stepped forward slowly, happily and quickly saluted, "The servant pleases the lord!"

"When did you wake up?" Feng Aotian knew that Leng Qianye would not speak to her, so he asked Xiang Xiang's joy lightly.

"Back to the prince, General Leng was awake in only half an hour." Huanxi replied truthfully.

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded slightly, then turned around, walked to the book table, picked up a pen, quickly wrote a series of words, and threw the paper to Huanxi, "Let the dining room take the medicine according to this, and you will torture it yourself. Take it over, drink it every three hours, and drink it while it's hot to be effective."

"Yes, the minion will do it." Huanxi took his orders, and then retired.

Leng Qianye always sat on the soft couch without saying a word, with indifferent eyes, never looking at her from beginning to end.

Feng Aotian didn't care either, then stepped forward, sat next to him, stretched out his hand, trying to get his pulse, but when her fingertips touched his wrist, he felt a little unnatural, and he hurried his hand. But accidentally saw that the knife mark on the wrist had been scabs, and did not move.

In less than a moment, Feng Aotian stopped and stared at him, "The vitality is severely injured, and he needs to rest and make up."

Leng Qianye still didn't answer, as if Feng Aotian was talking to himself.

Feng Aotian thought about the palace. Feng Yinqi is still asleep now. In the Yihuan Pavilion, Ye Meixi is also recovering from his wounds. The beautiful men in the other pavilions are nothing more than vases. No intention to go, now, also Just Qinghui Pavilion was quieter, she was consumed too much internally, some of her physical strength was exhausted, and then she leaned on the soft couch, supported her forehead with one hand, and closed her eyes to rest.

Leng Qianye saw that the people next to him stopped talking, he didn't care. He thought she was waiting for her to reply. She didn't have a voice for about half a cup of tea. He looked sideways and saw that she was closed. Go to sleep.

He couldn't help but think of yesterday, her face close at hand, skin thin like cicada wings, handsome face, delicate red lips, Liu Dai's eyebrows, the coldness of her eyebrows, and the indifference that is a thousand miles away. But how could he see a touch of the calmness of a woman? Could it be his illusion?

It's just that her breath is a bit weak, she seems to have consumed too much internal energy, and she seems very weak. Could it be that she lost too much blood because of saving him yesterday?

He stared at her, looked at her for a long time, and suddenly felt like why he cared about her. He remembered the humiliation and lashes she had to him in the dungeon, and now Feng Guo, because of her, the people were displaced, the country was in danger, his eyes were right. The little care she had left was completely stifled. How could such an innocent monarch deserve his care?

He turned his head, stopped looking at her, got up, walked out of the inner hall, and walked to the hall. It was just a few short steps. He felt that his footsteps were vain. According to this, he would have to raise it for some time, but when he thought Staying in the Prince Regent’s Mansion, I feel disgusted. Fortunately, this is the courtyard where Han Jin lived. Otherwise, he would rather stay in the dungeon.

He pressed his chest, slowly sat on the low couch, raised his eyes, looked at the scenery outside the house, his face was indifferent and dusty, and his whole body exuded the air of immortality that could not eat the fireworks. From a distance, the green mountains are far away. He is the only person in this world.

Mu Hanjin returned to the Prince Regent’s mansion amidst extreme inner struggles. When he got out of the carriage and raised his eyes to look at this majestic mansion, he was unwilling to take a step forward and stood there for a long time. In a trance.

"Princess Mu, it's time to go in." The guard on the side reminded.

Only then did he come back to his senses. In this place, he couldn't escape after all. He restrained the faint sadness in his heart, stepped up, and walked slowly into the palace.

Si Xi saw Mu Hanjin from a distance, and hurriedly greeted him, "The servant pleases concubine Mu!"

"Where is the prince?" Mu Hanjin asked gently.

"In Qinghui Pavilion." Si Xi whispered back.

Mu Hanjin was slightly startled, and then he remembered Leng Qianye’s injury. It seems that the regent was going to see Big Brother Leng. He lifted up and walked forward. Si Xi followed and said kindly, "Suitable, The prince healed the concubine Ye, his internal strength was too much, and now he is resting in Qinghui Pavilion."

Mu Hanjin took a halt and stopped staying. He paced faster and walked towards Qinghui Pavilion until he stepped into the pavilion and saw Huanxi approaching with the medicine.

He raised his eyes with joy, looked at his master, and hurriedly saluted, "Master, are you back?"

"Well, where are the prince and General Leng?" Mu Hanjin stopped and asked.

"All in the house." Huanxi replied, then took the medicine, followed Mu Hanjin's side and stepped into the house, and saw Leng Qianye palely leaning on the low couch.

Mu Hanjin hurried forward and asked worriedly, "Brother Leng, how is the injury?"

"No problem." Seeing Mu Hanjin's return, Leng Qianye rarely showed a slight smile.

"It's all right." Mu Hanjin breathed a sigh of relief. Yesterday, it was Leng Qianye. He was afraid that he had been killed under the hands of the assassin. He looked at Leng Qianye, "Brother Leng, what happened yesterday, please accept Hanjin. A gift."

After he said, he took a step back and saluted respectfully.

Knowing Mu Hanjin's temper, Leng Qianye accepted it unceremoniously and looked at his official robe, "Just came back?"

"Yes, I just went back to visit my mother." Mu Hanjin immediately sat beside Leng Qianye, thinking of Mrs. Mu, and there was more soft light in her eyes.

"How good is the old lady?" Leng Qianye thought of the time in the dungeon and never spoke. He sometimes thought that he was a dumb and could not speak. He never thought, but now he can sit here and talk to Mu Han. Jin talked about home style.

Mu Hanjin once thought that he would have spent his entire life in the Prince Regent's Mansion in this way. He didn't expect that one day he would be able to talk to Leng Qianye like this.

He smiled lightly, "Well, it's still An Fu."

Leng Qianye thought of her mother and sister at home, her eyes dimmed, and she wondered how well they are now?

Mu Hanjin saw Leng Qianye's thoughts, so she persuaded him, "Brother Leng, now you have to take care of yourself. I heard from my mother that Mrs. Leng and Peihan are both very good."

"So I can rest assured." When Leng Qianye heard this, he also resolved the worries in his heart, and looked at Mu Hanjin, "How about your big brother?"

"Well, I wrote a letter to my brother the day before, and I will probably receive it today." Mu Hanjin said, remembering the content of Feng Aotian's letter, an unnatural flow in her eyes.

Huanxi stood on one side, seeing that the soup medicine in the plate couldn't wait any longer, and quickly said to the side, "General Leng, the prince said that the soup medicine should be taken while it is hot.

"Yeah." Leng Qianye raised his eyes, looked at Huanxi, then looked at the black soup medicine in front of him, stretched out his hand and took it, drank it, and the bitterness flowed into his throat, very disgusting.

Mu Hanjin got up, walked slowly into the inner hall, and saw Feng Aotian resting on the soft couch. His footsteps were extremely light, and he walked slowly to her side, seeing her tired, thinking about these two days, She was really tired, then took off the cloak on the side and put it on her body carefully. As she was about to turn around and leave, her fingers touched a cold touch, and her body fell backward and fell firmly in her arms.

She still closed her eyes, took him into her arms, bowed her head, and leaned on his shoulder, "Don't go anywhere."

Mu Hanjin didn't dare to move, so she could only let her do it, but when she thought of Leng Qianye sitting in the hall, she felt a little embarrassed. However, seeing her tired face, she didn't dare to be disturbed, she had to be hard. Scalp, sitting in her arms, but sitting on pins and needles.

After Leng Qianye rested for a while, he got up and walked towards the inner hall, and saw Mu Hanjin leaning in her arms obediently. He quickly turned his head, then walked outside the house, raised his eyes, and exhaled deeply.

Mu Hanjin watched Leng Qianye suddenly turn around, her eyes dimmed, and her indifference returned to her former indifference. The matter is over now, why don't you care about it. In the future, there will always be opportunities to meet, but it is good to run into it now.

He turned his face, lowered his eyes, and stared at Feng Aotian's sleeping face. Perhaps too much has happened in the past few days, and his nerves are also tense. Therefore, now, he feels a little tired, so he immediately leaned against her. Slowly closed his eyes in his arms.

Feng Aotian in his sleep, drifting alone in the rough sea, following the wind and the waves, not knowing where to go? Suddenly, she saw a lone boat. She desperately wanted to get close to him. She didn't feel that she was wandering alone until she climbed onto the lone boat and leaned tightly.

Leng Qianye sat under the bamboo forest outside the house for a long time. There was a book on the bamboo stool beside him. He picked it up at will. It turned out to be a long-lost art of war. His indifferent eyes flashed with brilliance. Then he read it quietly.

Time passed slowly, and in a blink of an eye, two hours had passed. In the bedroom, Feng Yinqi had already got up, but waited for Feng Aotian to return. He couldn't help feeling a little anxious. He raised his eyes and looked at the huge bedroom, suddenly remembering that he was alone. For three years in the empty imperial palace, he didn't want to, and didn't want to be alone, he ran out of the palace abruptly.

Father Feng hurried forward, "Emperor, where are you going?"

"Where is Uncle Wang?" Feng Yinqi asked in a low voice to get flustered.

"The emperor is in Qinghui Pavilion now." Feng Gonggong said in a loud voice, "I guess he will return in less than half an hour."

"Yeah." Feng Yinqi nodded, then turned back to the bedroom, but entered the study, watching the mountain of memorials piled up on the table, he got on the soft couch, sat cross-legged, and began to read the memorials.

Feng Aotian opened his eyes, and what caught Mu Hanjin's peaceful face was the sleeping face of Mu Hanjin. A light smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, remembering the dream Shi Cai had, reaching out, stroking his jade face, bowing her head, and kissing his lips. Suck it gently.

Mu Hanjin was awakened by this kiss, opened her blinding eyes, and bumped into Feng Aotian's cold eyes. She was startled, and then felt the softness of his lips. His heart trembled. Her kisses always made him At a loss.

Feng Aotian turned over, pressed him under her body, stretched out her hand, stroking his skin through the official robe, she just likes to look at such an elegant person, looking shy in front of her.

Mu Hanjin endured Feng Aotian's wanton provocation, and could not wait to find a place to sew and drill. It would be better to be beaten by her than to be so close to her.

However, this happened so that he could not resist and could only let her do whatever he wanted. This was where he was annoyed. Seeing the regent in front of him, as a man, he was caressed by another man, he actually reacted. This made him unable to resist the crimson color on the ground, stained with red clouds, it was very bright and moving.

Feng Aotian untied his official robe, and saw the bite marks printed on her shoulders, which were still clearly visible, she drew the tip of her tongue and painted gently.

His clothes are half untied, and his jade-like face is coated with a layer of pink and white. He is really beautiful and unparalleled. He squinted his eyes slightly, his always indifferent and gentle eyes, revealing the color of confusion.

"The prince..." Mu Hanjin couldn't bear such affection and love, and whispered, as if begging.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes, looked at him, and responded softly, "Huh?"

"Master, the memorial has not been approved yet." Mu Hanjin could not find any other rhetoric that could prevent her from continuing, so she could only talk about official business.

A faint smile flashed across Feng Aotian's eyebrows and sat up from him, "I haven't drunk the soup today?"

"Yes." Mu Hanjin immediately got up, packed up her messy clothes, and after finishing it, she bowed her head in reply.

"Go back to the bedroom." Feng Aotian got up, took his hand, and walked outside the house, and saw Leng Qianye sitting under the bamboo forest, looking at the book of war with a focused expression.

He only wears a crescent cloud brocade gown, and his ink hair is loosely tied with a silk ribbon. Behind him, a few wisps of breeze and misty coats, like a transcendent fairy, descending from the mundane world, elegant and refined, this is alive and free. A painting called "The Fairy in the Painting".

Looking at such a cold Qianye, it was difficult for Mu Hanjin to connect the general who had hired the battlefield and was determined to kill. How could he do it? With such a dust-free temperament, no matter what he saw, he would sigh inferiorly. What's more... He looked sideways and saw Feng Aotian smiling and looking at Leng Qianye under the bamboo forest.

His eyes were dim, and he seemed to be sorry, but he didn't know who he was sighing for...

Feng Aotian please raise your palm, the scroll in Leng Qianye's hand flew out of his hand and fell into Feng Aotian's hand. She played with the scroll in her hand, raised her eyes, and faced Leng Qianye's cold eyes, she lowered With a laugh, "Master's things are never delivered."

"This book belongs to you?" Leng Qianye was obviously a little surprised, but this was the book he had failed to find for five years. According to legend, those who have obtained this book will win the world. He did not expect this book to be in her hands.

Feng Aotian put away the scroll, did not answer his words, took Mu Hanjin's hand and turned and left.

Leng Qianye got up suddenly, Xu had sat for too long, got up too anxiously, was a little unstable, dizzy, and then fell back.

When he fell, a clear shadow fell in front of him, stretched out his hand to wrap his waist, and lifted him up. He raised his eyes, facing Feng Aotian's cold phoenix eyes, and he stepped back slightly. One step, "This book can..."

"Yeah, I've never sent anything out." Feng Aotian interrupted his words immediately, and then left.

Leng Qianye hurriedly stepped forward and blocked him. People who knew him knew that he was obsessed with military formations. It was obvious that Feng Aotian had caught his weakness. He had already seen 30% of this art of war. If the rest is If you don't look at it, it's really unwilling, not to mention, this is a rare book in the world.

He raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, seeming to have made a lot of determination, and asked in a deep voice, "I don't know how the prince can borrow a book to have a look?"

"Your body will be healed in one month. Master can send you this book, but since then, you have to be sent by Master, how about it?" Feng Aotian had calculated Leng Qianye's preferences long ago, so I found this ancient book quietly, and this transaction is not a loss.

Leng Qianye glanced at Feng Aotian, and unexpectedly responded without hesitation, kneeling on one knee, "From today onwards, let the prince send him, he will die."

Feng Aotian nodded in satisfaction. Sure enough, this business was done very well. He reached out and helped Leng Qianye up, "This book is not the best. If you won't let the master down, there is one more book there. Delicately to you."

Leng Qianye took the book of war with both hands, stroking it like a treasure, and when he heard what Feng Aotian said, he immediately moved his mind, looking at Feng Aotian, there was a flash of brilliance between his eyes, "Chen I won't let the master down."

"Okay, you can rest in peace, and when you are cured, the Lord will come to see you." Feng Aotian succeeded in his tricky plan, thinking that no one is perfect, everyone has their weaknesses, as long as the calculation is done properly, you can get half the result with half the effort. .

Mu Hanjin watched Leng Qianye being bought by Feng Aotian so easily, obviously a little helpless, thinking that he was in the dungeon, and letting Feng Aotian abuse him, he didn't even frown, and still didn't face him. She changed her color and never succumbed, but now she is willing to work for her for a book of war, which is too...somewhat incredible.

Looking at Mu Hanjin, Feng Aotian took his hand in a very good mood and left Qinghui Pavilion.

Leng Qianye was holding the book of war in his hand. After Feng Aotian left, the smile at the corner of his mouth disappeared. He raised his eyes and stared at the disappearing back. A bit of cold flashed across his pitch-black eyes. He immediately sat on the bamboo stool. On, continue to read the military books.

Feng Aotian and Mu Hanjin walked side by side in the corridor, a touch of coldness evoked at the corner of her mouth, Shi Cai Leng Chiba's reaction was too intense, it seemed ordinary, but in reality it was not simple. He really thought his calculations were not known. ? The show has just begun. She likes to be a hunter. Now that she encounters such an interesting prey, of course she has to play with him well to be more interesting.

Mu Hanjin turned her eyes, staring at the cold corners of her mouth, her heart suddenly felt chill, but she didn't know why she showed such an expression, and then, secretly contemplating, could it be that she was showing some trouble? What did she notice?

Feng Aotian turned his eyes and looked at Mu Hanjin, "Master allows you to be in a daze, but you are never allowed to be in a daze in front of him."

"Weichen knew what was wrong." Mu Hanjin quickly bowed his head and responded.

Feng Aotian held his hand tightly. She was domineering in her bones, and her own things would never be coveted by others. No matter who it was, she looked at him and said, "I am going back to Mu Mansion today, what special things have happened? ?"

"Nothing." Mu Hanjin recalled that she was going back to Mu's house today, except for reunion with her mother after a long absence.

"Mu Hanjin, listen. Anyone who enters the elder's house, except for the master, can never want to covet and spy, not even the slightest idea, and you, who are the masters in your life, are also the masters in death. The ghost, you had better not have other thoughts, otherwise, don't blame the master for being so cruel. By then, everything will be irreversible." Feng Aotian turned around, staring at Mu Hanjin coldly, and warned in a deep voice.

Mu Hanjin trembled and knelt down quickly, "Weichen dare not."

"Master knows that you are a clear-minded person. There are certain things that you can turn a deaf ear to, but..." She leaned over, raised his chin, and stared at him, "Cousin, cousin, you better not let them give birth to you. Think about it, otherwise, Lord won’t mind breaking your wings and making you unable to fly out of the Prince Regent’s mansion forever."

"Weichen never dared to have half thoughts." Mu Hanjin is completely heartbroken now, how can he naively think that she has really changed? It is known that Jiangshan is easy to change and hard to change, and the brutality in her bones can never be concealed.

Feng Aotian stretched out his hand, helped him up, and squeezed his hand. "The day you are waiting for your confession, it’s best not to wait until the Lord loses patience. There is only one chance. You'd better think clearly so that you don’t have time What cruel things have happened, if you say it again, it is in vain."

"Weichen..." Mu Hanjin shuddered, and then she could not help but smile. It turned out that she already knew and had seen herself through.

"Let's go, there are still a lot of affairs waiting to be handled in the study." Feng Aotian led him and walked towards the bedroom.

This journey is only half a tea journey, but he feels that it has been a hundred years. The hiding of these years is just a joke. His forbearance, his suffering, his helplessness, and his heart Death, in her eyes, but Erle.

Of course, Feng Aotian knew that Mu Hanjin was so heavy-hearted. She was forcing him to face herself, instead of just accepting it. He is no longer the puppet trained by her, but the spirited and unbelievable one back then. , Mu Hanjin, a talented and proud wizard, all she wants is his honesty and loyalty.

The two remained silent until they reached the bedroom, and Father Feng hurriedly greeted him, "Master, you have been tired for a day, and the old slave has specially prepared a nourishing meal. Do you want to eat?"

"Well, set the meal." Feng Aotian looked at Father Feng and smiled cordially.

Father Feng hurriedly ordered people to prepare a meal, but he followed Feng Aotian and Mu Hanjin into the bedroom.

Looking to the side, there was no figure of Feng Yinqi in the inner hall. She stepped up and walked to the study room, and saw him sitting on the soft couch, reading the memorial intensively. The small figure was compared to the book case in front of her. It was a head that was exposed, and now, with the piles of folds, only those eyes can be seen.

Feng Aotian's feelings for Feng Yinqi came from the affection of this body's predecessor for him. She leaned against the door and looked at him, "How many have you finished watching?"

"Uncle Wang?" Feng Yinqi listened to the voice and quickly put down the memorial, stood up from the soft couch, and looked at Feng Aotian with joy.

All things, she is in control, she can be cruel to anyone, but, alone to him, but gave birth to pity, because every time she sees him, there is always a trace of her chest In pain, the dead Feng Aotian was telling her not to attack Feng Yinqi.

Feng Yinqi hurriedly jumped off the soft couch, then plunged into her arms, "Uncle Wang, where are you? Why are you only coming back now?"

Feng Aotian raised his hand and stroked Feng Yinqi's hair, "Are you hungry?"

"Yeah." Feng Yinqi nodded and tugged at her sleeve gown. "My nephew smells the scent of rice."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, then led him to leave the study and walked forward.

Mu Hanjin seemed to have returned to her previous appearance, standing respectfully and indifferently, waiting for Feng Aotian's arrival.

Feng Aotian looked at him, but felt that this guy was so clever and confused for a while, why didn't he understand what she meant? Or does he not want to understand at all? So he ignored him and looked at Feng Yinqi, "What do you want to eat?"

"Whatever Uncle Wang likes to eat, what my nephew likes to eat." Feng Yinqi looked at her with a bright smile.

She lifted her eyes and looked at Mu Hanjin, "Fangling with your master?"

"Weichen dare not." Mu Hanjin raised her eyes slightly, replied respectfully, and then sat down.

Feng Aotian then handed the soup specially prepared to him in front of him, "Three times a day, you must be on time."

"Yes." Mu Hanjin replied, then picked up the soup and drank it in one sip. This time, like last time, he drank too eagerly and coughed sharply.

Feng Aotian shook his head, looked at him helplessly, stretched out his hand and patted his back, "You are in a daze, and you can't get rid of your soup."

"Weichen knew what was wrong." Mu Hanjin quickly bowed his head and admitted.

Feng Aotian felt that his efforts in the past few days had been in vain. How could he have gone back to the past, but he was more docile than before, making her eyes dark and not paying attention to him.

Feng Yinqi watched Feng Aotian neglect him, and then stared at her displeasedly. Seeing that she turned her eyes to look at herself, he quickly complained, "Uncle Wang, my nephew wants to eat this."

Feng Aotian held the jade chopsticks, picked up the dishes Feng Yinqi was referring to, and placed them on the plate in front of him, "Eat more."

"Yes." Feng Yinqi responded with a smile, and then started to eat.

Mu Hanjin kept thinking about Feng Aotian's words, and his heart was filled with fear. He had never felt as scared as he is today, because he thought he was hiding well, so he left himself with a way out , But, now, she tells him that what he tried to hide all these years, he has nowhere to hide in front of her, like his dream is broken in an instant. He doesn't know how he should go on in the future, he doesn't know why What to live on, he looked very tired and helpless.

The soup he drank made him feel nauseous, and his heart seemed to be blocked by a large stone, which made him unable to breathe. He bowed his head and tried his best to keep him from trembling, but he couldn't help feeling it from the soles of his feet. The coldness in his heart made him suddenly frightened, and he felt choked in his chest, "Puff!" A mouthful of blood spurted out.

Feng Aotian turned his eyes and quickly stretched out his hand to grasp his pulse. This is a symptom of depression. I am afraid that some things have been suppressed for many years and have been depressed into illness. Now, when she says it through, he will be angry and attack his heart. Spit blood.

Feng Aotian hurriedly got up, held his slender waist, tapped his toes, and flew to the inner hall, put him on the bed, and quickly walked aside, took out a white jade porcelain bottle from the box, and put the inside The pill was taken out and fed into his mouth.

His eyes were dull, Liushen Wuzhu, motionless like a walking dead, Feng Aotian sighed helplessly, and forced him to swallow the pill with internal force.

She picked him up and held him tightly in her arms, only to feel that his whole body was cold, and Feng Aotian felt that he was on the verge of death, knowing how heavy his inner baggage was. Dashi was about to crush him.

She looked at Feng Yinqi who walked slowly inside, "Qi'er, have a meal by yourself, please pay attention to you first."

"Yes, Uncle Wang." Feng Yinqi wanted to say something, but seeing Mu Hanjin like this, it was inconvenient to say more, but he just responded in an obedient way.

Feng Aotian hugged him, flew away from the bedroom, went straight to the warm pavilion, closed her clothes, and entered the hot spring pool while hugging him. She still hugged him tightly, "Master didn't do anything in the past two days. I just killed people in the past. It’s good to fall down and save people."

Mu Hanjin seemed to hear her words, raised her eyes slightly, and stared at her. Her face was pale and almost transparent. She hugged him tighter, "I remember when I first saw you, It can be described as'the Mo Shangren is like jade, the son is unparalleled', the disdain of the master in the eyes, the face of the ministers, the appearance of no face, outspokenness, and domineering, can you remember?"

Mu Hanjin raised her eyes slightly and stared at her without saying a word, seeming to be thinking back.

Feng Aotian continued to hold him, sat in the hot spring pool, and stopped talking. Now, she felt that any words were so pale and weak. He had the will to die, but there was no hope of alive. Isn’t it true that there is no People let him have the courage to live?

As night fell, the hot spring pool was densely covered, Mu Hanjin woke up quietly, raised his eyes, and stared at Feng Aotian's eyes, his eyes flickered slightly, he withdrew from her arms, and then knelt in front of her. Damn the Weichen."

Feng Aotian got up from the hot spring pool, stepped out of the pool, dried the clothes on her body with internal force, turned around, and looked at Mu Hanjin, who was still kneeling in the pool, his clothes clinging to his thin body, it looked like that. He was weak, but there was a mighty and unyielding determination in his bones. She thought, he was alive.

"Not up yet." Feng Aotian said in a deep voice.

Mu Hanjin then slowly got up, walked extremely calmly step by step, then walked in front of her and knelt in front of her, "Please let the prince give the minister half a month's time, the minister should tell the prince and everything. ."

"Okay." Feng Aotian responded in a loud voice, and then stretched out his hand to help him up.

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Mu Hanjin staggered slightly, got up and stood by her side respectfully, "Master, you let Weichen go back to where he was."

"So what?" Feng Aotian still stepped forward, holding his hand, "Even if you go back to the past, you are the Lord's person, can't you, Lord?"

Mu Hanjin raised her eyes, there was a little less gentleness in her eyes, a little more clarity, and still that elegant and dusty temperament, but a little more arrogant, he let Feng Aotian lead him. Hand, "Yes, but can Weichen refuse?"

"No." Feng Aotian immediately rebuffed, "He gave up the way before, but he just wanted you to show your hole cards, but if you talk about the Lord, you do what the Lord asks you to do."

Mu Hanjin then looked down, "If that's the case, why should the Weichen go back to the past?"

Feng Aotian narrowed his eyes and stared at him, "Then there is no need to go back."

She Feng Aotian has never been threatened, and she has never let her people say a "no" to her. Even if the secret hidden behind him can help her, she still wants him to remember that he It's her person.

She stretched out her hand, took him into her arms, and tore the clothes that had adhered to him, and he stood in front of her like this.

Mu Hanjin has a new level of understanding of Feng Aotian, that is, this person is too domineering from beginning to end, she domineeringly asks him to remove all disguise and return to his previous appearance, but it is still wrong. Domineeringly wants him to obey her, then, who is the contradiction? Who is the compromise?

Feng Aotian took Mu Hanjin into his arms, stretched out his hand, put the robe on his body on his body, took him with his toes lightly, and flew into the palace.

Mu Hanjin leaned quietly in her arms, Shicai, when he was in a coma, when he was unconscious, her words echoed in his ears. He didn't understand why a person can do this so much more viciously than anyone else. Cruel, gentle, but more tender than anyone else, but evil, but more insignificant than anyone, she can see everything and control all the situation calmly, but, why, in the past two years, she But living so painful?

He suddenly felt that in the past two years, whenever he saw her, she always showed pain on her face. It was a depressive pain, a pain that no one could understand. Her mind seemed to be easy for outsiders. Yes, but who can really understand her sincerity? She is like a mystery, unpredictable, no one can see through, but, alone, she pretends that everyone can see her through. Why does she do this? Is it true that she has great ambitions?

He raised his eyes slightly, looked at her, and looked at her. The black mist filled her. She was covered with a layer of mist, which made him unable to see through. In a flash, she took him into the palace and placed him in the inner hall. The clothes are changed, come to the study."

"Yes." Mu Hanjin replied, bowing her head. At this moment, he knew that he would never retreat, only to follow her footsteps, because he had no choice.

After Feng Aotian said, she went to the study in a flash, Mu Hanjin saw her leave, turned around, stepped into the screen, took off his robe, put on new clothes, walked out of the inner hall, and walked slowly into the study. .

Feng Aotian entered the study and saw Feng Yinqi was still reading the memorial seriously. She stepped forward and sat next to him, "Are you all finished?"

"Yeah." Feng Yinqi nodded, looked at Feng Aotian, and quickly showed a happy smile, "Uncle Wang, my nephew feels that there are so many things that I can't do."

"This is where you want to learn." Feng Aotian glanced over the memorial in front of her. When Mu Hanjin entered, she said coldly, "As an official secretary, do you think of a good candidate?"

"Today's servant of the staff, Yan Pei." Mu Hanjin stepped forward and bowed slightly, then sat on the soft couch and looked at Feng Aotian. Without the meekness and submissiveness of looking at her during these days, it was expressive. A touch of frivolousness and confidence.

Feng Yinqi keenly felt the difference between Mu Hanjin, and looked at him curiously, trying to find out the reason from him, but after watching for a long time, she just happened to meet Mu Hanjin’s indifferent eyes, "The Emperor , What do you think of this person?"

Feng Yinqi was stunned again, and then he remembered that this servant servant was the proud student of Xing Yan from the right, and even the son-in-law of Chenglong.

"This person has an upright character and doesn't know how to be flexible. It would be inappropriate to be an assistant servant." Feng Yinqi is in consideration of his position. The official is to select talents, and what he needs is an old man, let alone this. Yan Pei is a member of his mother's family, and is also a relative of half of the emperor's country. He feels wrong with this temperament alone.

"What does the prince think?" Mu Hanjin asked immediately.

"Tell me the reason you used him." Feng Aotian asked instead.

"The prince ordered the ministers to supervise the imperial examination with all their strength, and the official department is the top priority. It is only because it is important. Therefore, in order to avoid the phenomenon of buying and selling officials, it is necessary to promote a person with upright temperament. Others don’t dare to move easily.” Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Aotian, and it was obvious that he knew the cause of the death of Shangshu, the official who had just been burned by the fire.

Feng Aotian looked at Feng Yinqi, "Do you understand?"

"Well, my nephew is dull." Feng Yinqi suddenly realized, looked at Mu Hanjin, and responded modestly.

"In that case, follow your decision." Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at Mu Hanjin, "What are your plans on how to fill the treasury?"

"Didn't the prince already have a countermeasure." Mu Hanjin's gentle eyes looked at Feng Aotian, and said warmly.

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, "Can you still have a good one?"

"Officials can spit out the corrupted silver, but it is more difficult to get these rich men to pay for it, unless it is profitable." Mu Hanjin said lightly.

"Well, yes, continue." Feng Aotian said casually while looking at the memorial.

"Only one sentence." Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Aotian, seeming to see her thoughts.

"Which sentence?" Feng Yinqi couldn't help asking curiously.

"Can it be Wang Tu in the whole world" said Mu Hanjin leisurely, and then flipped through the memorials, holding a royal pen in hand, and carefully began to review.

"It's a pity, there is an emperor in this court, and a king in this merchant. The strong dragon can't suppress the snake." Feng Aotian said in a deep sense.

"Catch the thief first, capture the king." Mu Hanjin reviewed the memorial in his hand and handed it to Feng Aotian

Feng Aotian took the memorial and wrote a quasi-character directly on the memorial, and threw it aside, "How to catch?"

"Master, this matter may be a little difficult to handle." Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, "Because of the unusual background, unusual methods, and unusual temperaments."

"How about seduction?" Feng Aotian smiled evilly.

"He doesn't like men." Mu Hanjin said lightly with dim eyes.

"Yeah can only use two methods, one is seduction, if seduction doesn't work, you can only use the second method." Feng Aotian opened the memorial in Mu Hanjin's hand again, took a look, and wrote a quasi-word. , Throw it aside.

"What is it?" Feng Yinqi sat aside and listened to the dumb riddles between the two of them. He really felt that he hated less when he used his books, so why didn't he read more books?

"Naturally, it's grabbing, this is the master's strength." Feng Aotian raised his hand and pinched Feng Yinqi's cheek, said.

"Even if it is more difficult." Mu Hanjin handed the memorial to Feng Aotian again, "Three powerful countries, twelve small countries, all over his silver restaurant, the place of origin, Feng Guo is not a small country in the district, more What's more, behind him is the three strongest countries, the strongest country-Yuluo country backing up, isn't Feng and Yuluo attacking rocks with pebbles?"

"Yeah, that's good." Feng Aotian said quietly, "Master has only two ways, either by seducing or grabbing. Since grabbing can't be done, let's be seduced. Even if he doesn't like male sex, he will give him some beautiful women how is it?"

"I heard that he loves cleanliness the most. The places he visits are spotless, not even a trace of dust, but he will never use anything touched by others, whether it's food or clothes. It's unique in the world, not to mention he doesn't like women's touch, but he doesn't like men's appearance, not to mention the reputation of the prince, he is afraid that he won't even see you." Mu Hanjin said again.

"Do you mean that the master is not clean?" Feng Aotian looked at him, "I think the master has three thousand men in the harem. What kind of beautiful man does not exist? Is there no one who is the same as him? How about the master has so many beautiful men?"

"Wang Ye can think of other good measures?" Mu Hanjin remained unmoved, continued to review the memorial, then raised his eyes and looked at him.

Feng Aotian turned his eyes to look at Feng Yinqi, his eyes turned slightly, and he sneered, "Since I don't like men or women, then I like children. Why don't you sacrifice Qier?"

Feng Yinqi listened, greeted Feng Aotian's wretched look, and quickly stepped back, putting his hands around his chest, "Uncle Wang, I am the king of a country."

"The prince of a country wants to relieve the people's worries, and now that Feng Guo has been so defeated, since you are the emperor, you must save the people from water and fire." Feng Aotian said naturally.

"No." Feng Yinqi shook his head, then stepped back.

Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and looked at Feng Aotian in front of her, with a slight smile at the corner of her mouth, "He naturally doesn't like children, Lord, you should think of other ways."

Feng Aotian slapped the table abruptly, and shouted sternly, "Lord's site master is the master, so what if he has Yuluo's support? If he doesn't believe that he can't be cured, isn't he a prince?

"Master, since you know that his true identity is the third prince of Yuluo, you know that he can't provoke him." Mu Hanjin's long and narrow eyes showed an unusually flat appearance, and her elegant posture remained the same as before, but it flickered. Huaguang, a long absence.

Feng Aotian looked at Mu Hanjin carefully, and said casually, "So what, the master can cure even your hard bones, but the master doesn't believe him and can't subdue him, so he simply snatches him. Anyway, many new things on the tool rack in the inner hall have not been used before, but they have been used on him one by one. When the time comes, it will be seen whether he obediently submits."

Mu Hanjin's writing hand paused slightly. Although Feng Aotian said it was a joke, he was still afraid, and the thing on the torture instrument was still a shadow in his heart.

Feng Aotian looked at Mu Hanjin's indifferent expression, coughed lightly, and then looked at Feng Yinqi, "Why are you hiding so far? Could this king still eat you?"

Feng Aotian cried and looked at her, "Uncle Wang, would you not send your nephew?"

Feng Aotian stretched out his hand and patted Feng Yinqi's head, "If he likes it, he will also send it."

"He definitely doesn't like it. My nephew is still young, and his body is not fully grown. There is nothing to see." Feng Yinqi laughed quickly, and then slowly approached Feng Aotian's side. Today, he still abandons the old story. To be a deep emperor, but to become a child who can only exude innocence in front of Uncle Wang.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Read the memorial approved by this king again."

"Yes." Feng Yinqi quickly responded, flipping through the memorials.

"Master, a letter from the border." A cold voice resounded outside the palace.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and responded in a deep voice, "Bring it."

"Yes." After speaking, in a blink of an eye, I saw two secret letters steadily falling in Feng Aotian's hands.

Feng Yinqi blinked his eyes, suddenly feeling magical, and he felt that the figure flashed so fast that he had never seen it clearly.

Feng Aotian then opened the secret letter. After reading it, he threw it to Mu Hanjin, "How do you say I should reply to Mu Hanyao?"

Mu Hanjin opened the secret letter. The first one was the naked body of the eldest brother painted by the regent the day before. Moreover, he really drew the shameful place on the side, and also attached two words, "Who is older?"

He immediately saw some of the handwriting covered by ink. He wanted to write it. Before the handwriting was dry, he closed it, and the four characters were written impressively, "The prince is clear."

Mu Hanjin shook his finger and almost threw this secret letter out. He couldn't believe it. Is this really what the elder brother wrote? He opened his eyes wide and confirmed that the handwriting was indeed from his elder brother. He almost collapsed immediately. Shouldn't the eldest brother destroy it directly after receiving this secret letter? The worst is to ignore it, why would you reply?

He closed the secret letter with shaking fingers, and then opened the second secret letter. What was written on it was nothing more than the schedule for the day, and more importantly, the lack of food.

After he saw this important event, he just saw Shi Cai's reply in those four big characters and his shocked emotions converged. He raised his eyes, and he was interested in Shangfeng Aotian. He pretended to calmly reopen the secret letter. In front of Feng Aotian, "Lord, we don't know how to reply to this matter."

"What is your good strategy for the grain and grass matter?" Feng Aotian went straight to the subject. Now, the most urgent thing is to solve the matter. Earlier, she had already expected the shortage of grain and grass, so she was thinking of countermeasures in secret. Now, since Mu Hanyao personally After reporting it, she knew that this matter was an urgent matter, and she also understood the reason that the soldiers and horses did not move the food first.

"There is not much grain left in the treasury. If you raise grain now, it may take two months after all the grain and grass are harvested. By then, it won't help." Mu Hanjin calmed down and looked at Feng Aotian. Whispered.

"The villages around the border pass have had no harvest due to natural disasters in the past two years, and there is no food to produce." Feng Aotian also learned more about the current situation of the entire Feng country on the way back from the border pass to Beijing. .

"Yes, but there is a place that is really rich, and there is extra food." Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Aotian, "However, the price of food there is extremely high, I'm afraid..."

"You are not talking about Yuxian, the land known as the land of fish and rice." Feng Aotian looked at Mu Hanjin "Don't forget, that place is also the site of the third prince."

Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Aotian almost gritted her teeth, thinking, with her current status and power, she is simply crying for rain, she can't get any precious treasures, but, alone, there is a person. But she has more wealth than her, and it can be said to be rich in the world.

It's a pity that this person is not someone she can easily win or get rid of.

Feng Aotian doesn't like the existence of such people very much. She hates being constrained by others. However, according to her current behavior, a small country of Feng, on this large continent, is just a small place. In the eyes of those powerful countries The little ants are nothing more than worth mentioning.

"Master's things, I will ask for it sooner or later." Feng Aotian squinted his eyes, shot a cold light, and looked at him, "Okay, after the business is finished, let's talk about the sealed letter. You don't know. How to reply?"

"I don't know." Mu Hanjin's face was slightly startled, and she quickly lowered her head, continuing to review the memorial.

Feng Yinqi leaned over and wanted to read the contents of the secret letter, but Feng Aotian patted it on his head with a memorial, "What you look at, you can't compare it."

Feng Yinqi raised his head, ignoring the pain of being smashed on his head, and asked unconvincedly, "If you don't look at it, how can I know that my nephew is better?"

"Huh?" Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, thinking that this little guy was getting bolder and daring to talk back to her.

Seeing that Uncle Wang was upset, Feng Yinqi quickly lowered his head and said softly, "Uncle Wang, my nephew knows it is wrong."

Feng Aotian then stuffed the secret letter into his arms, "You look at it, but you look at it."

A cloud was piled up on Feng Yinqi's gloomy face for a moment, and he opened the secret letter with a smile, his smile stiffened on his face, and then collapsed, "Uncle Wang, it can't be compared."

He lowered his head and glanced at the place where he was. Hey, he was only nine years old, and he was indeed a little young. Then he raised his eyes and glanced at him secretly like Mu Hanjin.

Seeing Feng Yinqi peeking at herself, Mu Hanjin knew what he was thinking, and quickly pulled at the hem of his shirt to cover her own place, raised her eyes, and looked at Feng Aotian, "Master, can this matter end here? until?"

"Look at what the master does, isn't it what the master wants to see?" Feng Aotian lowered his face and stared at Mu Hanjin.

Mu Hanjin couldn't match her cold eyes, lowered her eyes slightly, and continued to be busy with the affairs at hand.

Seeing the place where Mu Hanjin could not be seen, Feng Yinqi turned his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian. He stretched out his hand and was caught by Feng Aotian, "What are you going to do to this king?"

"Uncle Wang, my nephew can't help but be a little curious, is Uncle Wang's older? Or are they both older?" Feng Yinqi blinked his eyes and asked innocently.

"Cough cough!" Mu Hanjin was choked by Feng Yinqi's words immediately, coughing dryly, raising his eyes along the way, and then glanced at Feng Aotian's body.

Feng Aotian saw two gazes looking straight at her. She hurriedly went to bed, got up, turned her back to them, and said in a deep voice, "What matters are you waiting for?"

"Uncle Wang, it's said that my nephew has never seen you before," Feng Yinqi said reluctantly, a pair of eyes flashing slyly.

Feng Aotian cursed secretly in his heart, this little guy, who said that he is innocent and cute, is simply a little devil, of course she knows that she is more than small, is she not good?

She snorted coldly, then turned around, and saw the gloat in Mu Hanjin's eyes. Her eyes dimmed, she stepped forward, raised his chin, and slowly approached until her thin lips were about to touch him. Lips, "Why, do you want to try?"

Mu Hanjin's mind trembled, and quickly raised her eyebrows, "Weichen dare not."

"Don't dare?" Feng Aotian sneered, "Master sees you are getting bolder now."

Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and replied neither humble nor arrogant, "Master knows the courage of the minister."

Feng Aotian then approached, kissed his lips, bit the corner of his lips, Feng Yinqi looked at the picture in front of him, at this moment the mood of joking was gone, and what was left was just a touch of melancholy. For some reason, he I always don't want to see Uncle Wang be nice to others, and I can't see Uncle Wang get close to others.

A touch of sadness flashed in his eyes, as if Feng Aotian abandoned him again, lying weakly on the table, "Hey, it's dead at night, the sky is dry and things are dry, Uncle Wang, you can't control it."

Feng Aotian continued to kiss Mu Hanjin’s lips, carefully tasting the rare sweetness with a hint of sweetness. Compared with the light taste of these days, it was a bit more mellow. She knew that Mu Hanjin was slow. Slowly changing, maybe, soon, he will completely tear up his hidden appearance and become his original self.

Mu Hanjin didn't know why, being kissed by her like this, but there was no trace of disgust. When her hand covered his heart, he could still feel a slight heartbeat. What happened to him?

It was a lingering kiss. Feng Aotian left his lips and asked in a low voice, "Do you still want to know?"

"Weichen dare not." Mu Hanjin lowered his head, hiding his low breath.

Feng Aotian nodded in satisfaction, then turned around and looked at Feng Yinqi, "Don't forget what it means to be here. If you don't want to humbly ask for advice, go back to the palace."

Feng Yinqi naturally knew that Feng Aotian's words were true, and quickly got up from the table, sat upright, opened the memorial in front of him obediently, and looked at it seriously.

Feng Aotianfu sat back on the soft couch and read the memorials reviewed by Mu Hanjin quietly, and then made the comments one by one. Here, the three of them were speechless, and occasionally said a few words, which was nothing but the court. thing.

At the time of the third watch, Father Feng reminded him outside, "Master, the third watch is over, you should rest."

"Well, pass the king's will, tomorrow or so, the prime minister will be on time and early, without error." Feng Aotian commented on the last memorial, and said in a deep voice.

"Yes." Father Feng took the order, and then ordered to go down.

Feng Aotian put away the memorial, looked at Mu Hanjin, then took out the secret letter, wrote it eloquently, raised his eyes, and looked at him, "Do you want to write a family letter?"

"No." Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Aotian. Now, what he needs to do is deal with his own affairs.

"Yeah." Feng Aotian then threw the secret letter out at will, and looked at Mu Hanjin, "Guess how did you reply to him?"

"The prince's mind is as deep as the sea, and the generals are ignorant and fail to guess one or two." Mu Hanjin collected the memorials one by one, then stayed in and saluted Feng Aotian, "Master, it's time to rest."

"You two, let's rest first, there is still something to do with the Lord." Feng Aotian looked at Mu Hanjin. She is satisfied with her temperament today. Although it was only a small change, it was amazing. She is looking forward to it. After fifteen days, he will tell her the truth.

"Weichen retires." Mu Hanjin was already exhausted after a night of tossing. It was not easy for him to survive until now. Therefore, he turned and exited the study, went to the inner hall on his own, withdrew his outer robe, wearing only his shirt. Lie down on the bed and fall asleep.

Feng Aotian didn't care either, knowing that he was struggling, hesitating, and hitting today. Turning his eyes, he looked at Feng Yinqi, "Why don't Qi'er go and rest?"

"My nephew likes to be with Uncle Wang. Uncle Wang is not around. My nephew does not want to sleep with others." Feng Yinqi looked at Mu Hanjin, always feeling awkward, and now, only he and Uncle Wang are left. No one will come to bother.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Feng Yinqi, "Then you will wait with this king."

"Good." Feng Yinqi couldn't ask for it, and quickly leaned against Feng Aotian's arms, raised his eyes, and looked at her with a smile on his face.

In the palace, after vomiting blood, Xing Zhiyan was unconscious, and now she gradually woke up. The first sentence after waking up was, "Where is the emperor?"

"The empress mother, the emperor has not yet returned to the palace." Guo Huili was aside, said sadly.

Xing Zhiyan's eyes flashed coldly, "This rebellious son, in his eyes, can the Ai family's mother and queen be inferior to an uncle Wang?"

"Queen mother, you calm down, and beware that your phoenix body is broken." Guo Hui quickly persuaded him.

Xing Zhiyan's eyes were slightly cold, "It is said that the mother and son are connected, and the Ai family has raised him for so many years, and has given him a noble status. Why does he treat the Ai family like this? Could it be that this is the difference?"

"The empress dowager, the emperor is your first-in-law prince who was pregnant in October, and she will definitely not leave you because of the regent." Guo Hui said with relief in a low voice.

Xing Zhiyan grabbed his mind. When things came to this point, the arrow was already on the line, and she had to send it out. She had prepared for so long, for what she must not give up halfway.

She took a deep breath, her eyes shattered with a cold stern, "Have the plan been arranged?"

"Don't worry about the empress dowager, this matter was handled by the prime minister personally, absolutely foolproof." Guo Hui whispered.

"Can there be movement in Lianghuai?" Xing Zhiyan asked again.

"Now, Lan Jingshu has only left for two days, and he has already let out the news about his trip to Lianghuai. If I want to come to Lianghuai this time, it will not be safe. It will take ten days to reach Lianghuai at the fastest. "Guo Hui replied immediately.

"Well, the eyeliner arranged by the Prince Regent's Mansion, let them not act rashly." Xing Zhiyan remembered what happened last night, a trace of fear rose in his heart, this Feng Aotian was really powerful.

"Yes." Guo Hui said, "However, due to several major events undertaken by the Regent in the past two days, the officials who had turned against him are now a little hesitant."

"Don't be afraid, now, the situation is uncertain, it's not clear, wait." Xing Zhiyan sipped the tea lightly, and couldn't help but think of Feng Yinqi, and felt heartache. She had planned for so many years and put all her efforts on him. , In the end, he betrayed her because of Feng Aotian.

"The slave will do it then." Guo Hui responded, and then retired.

What did Xing Zhiyan think of, and then said, "After tomorrow morning, you will ask the emperor to come over."

"Yes." Guo Hui nodded and walked out.

Xing Zhiyan lay down on her own, closed her eyes, and fell asleep again.

Feng Aotian looked at the time, then raised his hand, snapped his fingers, and heard the cold voice of the soul, "Master, it has been done, this is the account."

"Okay." Feng Aotian replied. Then, there was a ledger in her hand. She opened the ledger and looked at them one by one. A wicked smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. "It's really not a small income. Use this Pen silver can solve the current difficulties."

"Master, this is the origin of Ye Meixi." Po immediately responded.

Feng Aotian's eyes flickered, and then there was an extra letter in her hand. She did not open it, but put it in her arms, then stretched out her hand and hugged Feng Yinqi into her arms, "Sleep with this king."

"Uncle Wang, how could my nephew smell the conspiracy from you?" Feng Yinqi leaned in Feng Aotian's arms and looked at her with a smile.

Feng Aotian didn't comment, and then the two of them walked to the inner hall. Mu Hanjin slept very deeply. Feng Aotian hugged Feng Yinqi on the bed and went to sleep.

Before dawn the next day, the three of them got up early, and Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Aotian, only then did she remember that her official robes had been torn to pieces by her because of what happened last night, and now it has turned into gray. Sentence, when will the regent change his tearing clothes, such a rude move? If it's other clothes, that's it, but the official gown. Now, where is the exact same?

Feng Aotian raised his eyes, looked at his brows indifferently, and said with a light smile, "Don't wear official robes?"

"Master, that official gown was already taken by you yesterday..." Mu Hanjin kindly reminded.

Feng Aotian squinted his phoenix eyes slightly, and saw Father Feng walking in with his new official robe, "Master, this is the official robe brocade that the old slave ordered to the Secretary of Fabrication. The official who rushed to make it overnight robe."

"Well, just let it go." Feng Aotian responded lightly.

Mu Hanjin turned around, looked at the official gown in front of him, and then picked it up. It was really exactly the same. Although it was made overnight, there was absolutely nothing wrong with it. The dress was very comfortable, and it was more in line with his figure. Suitable.

Feng Aotian stepped forward and put on the official hat for him, "Go."

"Yes." Mu Hanjin looked down and followed her. Feng Yinqi took the lead out of the palace and sat in the middle of the dragon, while Mu Hanjin followed Feng Aotian and sat on top of the emperor.

Feng Aotian stretched out his hand to take Mu Hanjin around, and the two of them lay in the emperor's court, "Take advantage of the time, and rest."

Mu Hanjin looked sideways and looked at her. Seeing that she had already closed her eyes for a nap, he suddenly felt sleepy and went to sleep with An Ran. He did not wake up until he arrived at the palace an hour later.

Feng Aotian stretched out his hand and played with the long hair on his chest. When he woke up, his eyes met, and a wicked smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, "When did you learn to fall asleep so unsuspectingly in front of the Lord? Up?"

Mu Hanjin was silent, yeah, when would he be able to fall asleep with peace of mind by looking at her sleeping face? Probably the first day when she returned to Beijing, when she would bring herself back to the dormitory, her body had faded away from the cruel aura of the past, and gave birth to a somewhat calm breath that would allow people to approach slightly and feel at ease. This kind of her always made him hesitate and at a loss. It was only last night that she pulled him out of his dream with her sharp and ruthless words. Even in the past two years, how hidden he was, after all, he could not escape her control. , In that case, why should he do any more concealment? He couldn't help but sigh, this is the will of God, it is hard to violate the fate.

"In a daze again?" Feng Aotian lowered his face, how could he not be able to correct this problem?

Mu Hanjin closed her eyebrows and whispered, "Master, it's time to take a nap."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian leaned forward, caught him off guard, and kissed his lips secretly, "Remember, next time I'm in a daze, I'll bite."

Mu Hanjin's eyes flashed slightly, and her cheeks were stained with crimson, which was very magnificent. As she got under the imperial court, she saw Feng Yinqi standing with her hands under her arm, waiting for them.

Feng Aotian naturally took him by the hand, and as usual, the three of them stepped into the palace and walked to the Golden Luang Temple.

Hundred officials, headed by the prime minister, stood respectfully in the hall. After these two days, the regent, the regent, successively promulgated the policies, and the cases handled. The ministers did not dare to relax. They lay down for fear of one being careless. Get out.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes, coldly glanced over the left and right Xing Yan, Lan Feng, and the two hadn't seen each other for a few days, and their faces were as usual. It can be seen that they really have spent the last few days in the mansion.

She then threw the ledger in her hand directly at Lan Feng's feet, "Leave a look at it first, and then pass the ledger one by one, and then talk about opinions after reading it."

"Yes." Lan Feng replied. Then, he bent over to pick up the ledger and read them one by one, very carefully. However, without reading a page, his face was still calm and changed a few colors.

After Lan Feng looked at it, he was in a cold sweat, and then passed the account book to Mu Hanjin behind him. When he took the account book, he raised his eyes and scanned Lan Feng's face. It was extremely bad, and his fingers were trembling slightly. He felt that this ledger must be extraordinary. As expected, when he glanced through the ten lines, thinking that the king said last night that there was something to wait, he was waiting for the ledger. He looked at it and estimated that he could really lift the border. The issue of food and grass.

After Mu Hanjin looked at the ledger, she passed it to her back. The officials behind her carefully took it, and looked at it one by one. She was so frightened that she was dripping with cold sweat, her mouth trembled, and she passed the ledger to the next one in prostration. Elapsed, by the time it was passed to Xing Yan, the official on the left, Lan Feng's side was already blue with fright.

Xing Yan took the account book and looked at the faces of other people. After reading the account book, he was so scared that his legs became weak. This...this...how could it happen?

He raised his eyes to meet the cold eyes shot by Shang Feng Aotian, and he almost dropped the account book in his hands to the ground in fright, holding on to the last bit of strength, and handing the account book to the officials behind.

As a result, it took a long time until the scorching sun shot straight into the hall and hit them. It seemed that they felt like a light on their backs. Some officials had fainted because of the shock.

Feng Aotian took back the account book and coldly swept the officials who had fainted on the ground, and said in a deep voice, "I lost my respect in front of the palace, dragged out to play 50 boards, dismissed the office and ransacked the home, driven out of the capital, and never hired."

"Yes." The Yulin Army outside the door led the command, and immediately dragged out the officials who had been fainted. Then, they heard the screams and screams outside the hall.

Feng Aotian swept the countenances of hundreds of officials in the hall again, with a gloomy expression, "Legendary, do you say that the number on this account book is accurate? Is it true?"

"Back to the regent, everything is true." Lan Feng dare not say anything. If he says it, he is afraid that his life will not be guaranteed. Not to mention that he has lost his life alone. I am afraid that there are not many people who can go out alive in this hall. people.

"These silver taels, except for the salaries paid by the left court, the rest should be borrowed from this king. Within three days, if you don’t return the above amount to this king, the king has to pick it up in person. Wang's subordinates like to see blood and gore the most, if you can kill the door, don't blame this king for being cruel." Feng Aotian said casually.

"The ministers will return the angelica." The ministers knelt on the ground quickly, suppressing the fear in their hearts, and replied in unison.

"Very good." Feng Aotian put away the account book, and with a light wave, the account book fell into Mu Hanjin's arms, "hand over all the silver to Mu Yushi's office, and finally approve it with the household department and collect it into the warehouse."

"The minister obeyed." Mu Hanjin hurriedly saluted.

Feng Aotian immediately asked, "Can Mu Yushi be selected for the post of official secretary?"

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