This Lord is Too Cruel

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"Big brother, everything is well." Mu Hanjin looked at Peihan, "Sometimes fate must be there, but there is no time for fate. Sister Peihan, there are only some thoughts in her heart, but if she knows that there is no result, Don’t try to force it, you know, it’s all enemies."

Leng Peihan lifted his eyes and looked at Mu Hanjin, his eyes froze, a flash of sadness flashed, and he smiled lightly, "Brother Han Jin said, Peihan will remember."

Mu Hanjin stopped talking, the curtain was lowered, and the carriage slowly left. Peihan looked at the carriage that was going farther and farther, with a stubborn stubbornness at the corner of her mouth. "If you haven't tried it, how can you know it's impossible?"

Leng Qianye turned his eyes and looked at Mu Hanjin, "Do you two brothers have to serve one person? And still a man?"

Mu Hanjin's slightly closed eyes slowly opened, raised them, and looked at Leng Qianye, "This matter has nothing to do with the eldest brother, and it has nothing to do with me, but the world is unpredictable and everything is fate. I can't help it at all."

Leng Qianye was silent. All he thought about now was to leave this capital prison and return to the border to do what his father had not done.

Mu Hanjin closed his eyes again, he was calculating that he could not spend much time by her side, and in these limited days, he could help her to dominate the world.

Feng Aotian looked at Ye Meixi in her arms with a small smile at the corner of her mouth. A comfortable life is always beyond reach. It is just like now that she is able to joke with Ye Meixi so peacefully. , They have not much time to be together.

Jingxi took the two guards into the house and reached out to lift Xing Wuyun up. Before any hand touched his arm, she saw a yellow warm wind rolled up, and the two guards were beaten with Jingxi. He went out and fell to the ground, unable to move.

Xing Wuyun landed on his feet and walked towards Feng Aotian staggeringly, a pair of peach blossom eyes gleaming shining, very ecstatic, his red lips are slightly hooked, his handsome face, plated with peach blossoms, is even more gorgeous. The goose-yellow color of this body set off his bright and moving, brilliant light, and flirted his sleeve robe lightly. Turning around, he threw himself on the soft couch.

This pounce pressed Feng Aotian directly under him, his eyebrows and eyes slightly bent, staring at her handsome face, the tip of his tongue moved across his lips, and he lightly pecked Feng Aotian's lips, "Beauty... Let Grandpa Xiang..."

After that, she pressed her lips and sucked gently, pressing her hands against Feng Aotian's shoulders.

Ye Meixi’s eyes flashed a touch of discomfort, raised her hand, carrying Xing Wuyun’s clothes, threw him out, and quickly took Feng Aotian into her arms, staring at him harshly, "I didn’t rush like this. God, you dare to be drunk and rude to him."

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at Ye Meixi, "You mean, do you want to do the same?"

Ye Meixi turned his eyes quickly, narrowed his stern gaze, and said with a grin, "Where did you want to go, wait, and Meixi will teach this daredevil for your master."

With that, Hong Ying flashed, left the soft couch, waved his red sleeves, and hit Xing Wuyun, who was sitting on the ground and had not yet risen.

Xing Wuyun opened his eyes slightly, glanced at Ye Meixi, then rolled, avoiding Ye Meixi’s palm wind, holding a hip flask in one hand, and using his feet slightly, he stood up, "Where is the kid, Dare to play with me and watch the fight."

Reached out, pointed at Ye Meixi, then raised his foot, and kicked at Ye Meixi. The two of them were entangled in an instant, and they were inextricably beaten. One yellow and one red figure floated out of the house quickly, and the courtyard suddenly remembered The sound of fighting.

Feng Aotian leaned lazily on the soft couch, no longer paying attention to the outside situation, and closed his eyes to take a nap.

In the palace, Lan Jingshu’s gentle and jade face flashed sharply, sweeping the officials in front of him one by one, detaining all the suspects, putting away the files, turning his eyes to look at Mu Hanyao, "General Mu, Now that all the suspects are in custody, General Mu will follow the officer for interrogation."

"Okay." Mu Hanyao replied, and the two of them stepped up and walked into the dungeon.

As soon as the two of them entered the dungeon, they heard the sound of killing from outside the jail. Then, soldiers in armor rushed in. Mu Hanyao and Lan Jing looked at each other in writing, "Isn't this a soldier in the temple?"

"Yes, why are you here now?" Lan Jingshu asked quickly, secretly crying out, "No, they are here to kill people."

"Yeah." Mu Hanyao hurriedly made his soldiers resist, "Screw in the dungeon, not allowed to put one in."

"Yes." The soldier in front of him quickly responded, and then raised the weapon in his hand to resist the rushing soldier.

Suddenly a cold voice sounded, "General Mu, the prince has ordered you to wait until you quit from the secret path without making any mistakes."

"Then what about these suspects?" Lan Jingshu couldn't help asking as he looked at the suspects in the dungeon.

"The prince has his own opinion." Po's voice sounded again, "Please leave the two quickly."

Lan Jingshu looked at Mu Hanyao, "This..."

"Retreat." With Lan Jingshu, Mu Hanyao slowly retreated back in accordance with the secret path that Po pointed out. Even the men and horses he led with him retreated one by one, and then escaped from the secret path.

The officials in the dungeon were all killed in a blink of an eye.

Mu Hanyao and Lan Jing went back to the line, and looked at Feng Aotian puzzledly, "Master, why did you want the minister to retreat?"

"Killing someone with a knife." Mu Hanyao whispered from the side.

Lan Jingshu looked at Feng Aotian, and quickly realized, "Master, if this is the case, the clue to the chief envoy behind this scene will be broken."

"What you are looking for is the suspect. If they resist the move, you have nothing to do. Even if they do, how much do you know whether it is true or false?" Feng Aotian said disapprovingly, "If you let them kill themselves The complicity is murdered and you can avoid future troubles. Wouldn't it reduce your troubles?"

"The minister is stupid." Lan Jingshu realized at this time, raising her eyes and looking at her. It turns out that she has everything under control. Now, all the traitors hiding in Lianghuai have been killed. "Master, if that is the case. , The clue is broken."

"It can't be broken." Feng Aotian's mouth raised a touch of certainty, "You forgot, there is still water transportation."

"The prince meant..." Lan Jingshu's eyes flickered slightly, as if expected.

"This matter is up to you to take care of it, so it's up to you to take care of it. You can rest at the yard these two days. Your injury has not been healed. You can't work too hard. The day after tomorrow, there will be a good show."

"The minister obeyed." Lan Jing said with a respectful ceremony.

Mu Hanyao stood aside and looked at her in front of her. There was a wise light in her eyebrows, her gestures and gestures were full of confidence, and she seemed to be confident about everything. He had to feel that in front of him For her, what else is she omnipotent?

Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at the two of them, "Sit down, Jingxi, and give the ‘Xuefeng’ that the Lord brought yesterday to the second class."

"Yes." Jingxi responded with a swollen half of her face.

Looking at Jingxi's appearance, Lan Jingshu really seemed to have been kicked, and couldn't help asking, "Jingxi, what's wrong with your face?"

Jingxi lowered her eyes, tears flashing in her eyes, "Master, it was Master Xing who kicked it."

"Why did he kick you?" Lan Jingshu raised his eyes, did not see Xing Wuyun, and even saw Ye Meixi, who has always been inseparable from the regent.

Jingxi whispered, "Master Xing is drunk, the prince asked the slave to carry Master Xing out, and then..."

Lan Jingshu also understood, and then waved his hand, "Let's go down and prepare first."

"Yes." Jingxi replied, and stepped out.

"Where are they?" Lan Jingshu couldn't help asking.

Feng Aotian sniffed the scent of tea and took a sip comfortably, "Oh, I'm going to deepen my feelings."

When Mu Hanyao listened, his face became darker, and he fought when he was fighting.

Lan Jingshu also heard the meaning in the words, and was silent.

Jingxi stepped in immediately, served tea for both of them, and then retreated.

Although Mu Hanyao has been in the military camp all year round, he has also studied tea. However, far away at the border, marching all day long, naturally, there is less arty.

He picked up the tea bowl, opened the lid slightly, and a scent came to his face, his cold face flashed with a soft light, took a sip, and then put it down.

In the past two years, Lan Jingshu and Mu Hanjin had nothing to do with each other. They were either painting or composing poems or tasting tea. They were also somewhat interested in Feng Aotian's "Xuefeng". After all, this Tea is a tribute, and the quantity is scarce, and it is a treasure.

Feng Aotian looked at the two of them, "Jing Shu, I remember that you drew a chrysanthemum appreciation last time, but now the chrysanthemum of Qinghui Pavilion has been replaced with a crabapple, how about painting another one for my master when I return to Beijing this time? "

"Yes." Lan Jingshu remembered what happened last time, his eyes flashed with a faint light, "Master, the lotus in the Jinxuan Pavilion is waiting for the minister to return. It is the blooming season, and it must be more beautiful."

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at Lan Jingshu. When he said this, did he suggest something to her?

Mu Hanyao was also listening to Lan Jingshu's words, a little puzzled, what exactly did he want to do? Was it because of the warning the second brother said yesterday?

"Well, Haitang wants to paint, and Furong wants to paint too." Feng Aotian said lightly.

"Yes, the minister obeyed." Lan Jingshu replied Wenrun. In the past two years, he will be submerged in the dust. He has never shown any thoughts, even thoughts and talents. He just wants to live steadily. However, now, in addition to the things he has experienced over time, he feels that he should do something. Mu Hanjin’s warning appeared in his mind. Why did he warn himself? Is it true that the brotherhood of these years can’t be compared? Regent? He wanted to see how Mu Hanjin killed him?

A red shirt fell lightly, lying soft and boneless in Feng Aotian's arms, "Master, that guy was kicked into the pond in the backyard by Meixi."

"Yeah, very good." Feng Aotian lowered his head and put his delicate lips on his lips as a reward.

Ye Meixi leaned in her arms with satisfaction. In a blink of an eye, she saw Xing Wuyun walking in wet. He Xing Wuyun, when he was so embarrassed, this has been kicked into the pond for the second time, and, twice... …Twice…Both were gaffes after drinking. He angrily grabbed the blue silk that he was sticking to his body. How could it be that he kissed her twice?

He raised his eyes, gave Ye Meixi a fierce look, then looked at Feng Aotian, regardless of the sludge on his body, sat down opposite Feng Aotian with a grin, picked up the tea on the table, and took a sip. Drink it, "You..."

He pointed to Ye Meixi in Feng Aotian's arms, his peach eyes filled with anger, "Go out with my son."

"Don't go." Ye Meixi leaned her head on Feng Aotian's shoulder, rubbed it, and then looked at Feng Aotian with full eyes, "Meixi is exhausted."

"Then rest well." Feng Aotian hugged him, then got up and walked out of the house in front of him.

Xing Wuyun suddenly slapped the table in front of him with a palm of anger, and strode out, before stepping out of the door, he retreated, because Feng Aotian's cool voice came from his ear, "If you don't want to Drink, you will follow."

Xing Wuyun turned around and raised his head and shouted, "My son wants to take a shower."

"Yes." Jingxi, who stood trembling outside the house, quickly responded, and then went to prepare.

Lan Jingshu and Mu Hanyao looked at Xing Wuyun's embarrassed appearance, and there was a smile between their eyebrows.

Xing Wuyun turned his eyes and glared at the two of them harshly.

After flicking her sleeves and entering the screen, Jingxi had already prepared the bath soup according to the instructions of the regent of Shicai. Xing Wuyun tore off her clothes vigorously and plunged into the tub.

After Xing Wuyun took a bath, he changed into a new shirt, which was still goose yellow, more luxurious than what he was wearing. He raised his eyebrows, wondering how the regent knew his favorite shirt in this color? It seems to be prepared early in the morning.

I changed into a clean clothes, my body was refreshed, and my mood was much more refreshed. Then I sat aside and watched Mu Hanyao reading through the military book while Lan Jingshu was sitting next to the book table and writing. What's going on.

Xing Wuyun suddenly felt bored. Nowadays, he can't drink wine, so he can only lie on the soft couch bored and writhe, thinking, how long will this day be?

Feng Aotian accompany Ye Meixi to take a nap on the bed for a while, then got off the bed. When he walked into this room, he saw Xing Wuyun holding a chopstick in his left hand and a dagger in his right hand, playing with himself. With.

Feng Aotian stared at him with interest, and then with a flick of his finger, the dagger in his hand fell into her hand, playing with him, "This dagger looks very delicate."

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Let me play for a few days."

Xing Wuyun quickly got up on the soft couch, raised his forehead and looked at the sky, turned his eyes, and stared at her harshly, "Master, when you show up next time, can you remind the courtier first?"

"Why, reluctant?" Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, leaning against the door, smiling deeply.

Xing Wuyun whispered, "This dagger is made of thousand-year-old profound iron. It cuts iron like mud. There are only three left in this world."

"Oh, where are the other two?" Feng Aotian moved his wrist and swiped the dagger lightly in the air with strength, and she saw a bright light flashing by. She had already reached Xing Wuyun's front, and Xing Wuyun scattered a strand of green silk. , Also broke with the dagger.

Feng Aotian got up with satisfaction, "Sure enough."

Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and glanced at Feng Aotian, "The prince, the courtier is very pitiful, you must not scare the courtier in this way in the future."

Feng Aotian looked sideways, "Go ahead, where are the other two?"

"One is in the hands of Emperor Yuluo, and the other is in the hands of Emperor Xuanmo." Xing Wuyun said while staring at the dagger in Feng Aotian's hands. Known as the most beautiful man in the world, it is a pity that he has a grumpy temper and is unbelievable. There is also a quirk, that is, no one can say a word in front of him."

"You mean Emperor Xuanmo Xuanyuan Yu?" Lan Jingshu raised his eyes, put down the Zhubi in his hand, got up, moved forward, and asked in a warm voice with interest.

"Yeah." Xing Wuyun nodded.

"He doesn't like what others say?" Feng Aotian looked at Xing Wuyun, Xie Mei smiled.

"The word'blood'." Xing Wuyun laughed when he thought of this, "Because, he is very afraid of blood, but unfortunately, he still likes killing people."

"Since I am afraid of blood, I will definitely not kill people myself." Feng Aotian felt that this person was very contradictory.

"Therefore, he would blindfold his eyes with black gauze every time he kills. In this way, what he sees is not red, but black." Xing Wuyun smiled openly.

"Then why did this fall into your hands?" Feng Aotian raised the dagger and pressed it against his chest, asking in a deep voice.

"This..." Xing Wuyun leaned on the soft couch, looked down at the shirt on his chest and touched the dagger. He had already made a cut, and his body quickly stepped back. "I got it from Wei Zimo. ."

"He is very stingy, how could he easily give it to you?" Feng Aotian turned his wrist, and the shirt on his chest broke again, reaching the tender white skin on his heart.

"It's not that that guy is too clean, wants to kill but he doesn't want to do it himself, so he can only let the courtier do it." Xing Wuyun glanced at the dagger with a bit more, and then he wanted to cut his skin and quickly replied.

Feng Aotian gently hooked his dagger across his skin, seeming to traverse a beautiful arc, leaving his heart, Xing Wuyun suddenly sighed, just about to get up, he saw a scarlet overflowing from his heart, he quickly He got up on the soft couch and stared at Feng Aotian, "The lord...what did the courtier do wrong?"

"Disrespect to the master." Feng Aotian put away the dagger, "this belongs to the master."

Xing Wuyun stretched out his hand to cover his wound, watched as the dagger fell into her hand, and jumped off the soft bed. "Master, don't you mean just playing for a few days?"

"Huh? Do you have an opinion?" Feng Aotian looked sideways, the dagger had fallen into her arms, moved forward over his body, and then sat down, "If the chest wound is not treated in time, leaving scars, Lord Be responsible for."

"The prince is not responsible." Xing Wuyun said in a deep voice, turning around and stepping out of the room.

Looking at this situation, Lan Jingshu silently retreated to the side of the book table, picked up a pen, and wrote the files of the past few days.

Mu Hanyao is also looking at the military book in his hand.

"Master, everything is done." Po's voice sounded.

A smile appeared at the corner of Feng Aotian's mouth, "Well, those who are willing to submit to the king will have many rewards. If you don't want to, kill them all."

"Yes." Po replied, and then said, "Two hours ago, Mu Shifei took General Leng to the Leng Mansion."

"Well, now his body is 80% better, it's good to go out and walk around." Feng Aotian said lightly with brows.

"Then Miss Leng asked about General Mu's recent situation." Po Fu replied.

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at Mu Hanyao, "I don't even know that General Mu has such a pretty lady in Beijing."

Mu Hanyao raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian's eyes as cold as usual, "Mu Mansion and Leng Mansion are family friends, and the minister has treated her as a younger sister since childhood."

Feng Aotian got up, walked slowly in front of him, stretched out his hand, raised his chin, and stared at her, his eyes met, a deep cold expression and an unpredictable expression.

"If General Mu likes it, how about if you don't let go of your favor, how about giving the marriage a decree?" Feng Aotian's thin lips lightly opened, and he said unusually lightly.

Mu Hanyao didn't change his face, and met her cold gaze, fearlessly, "The minister has no intention of talking about marriage now."

"What about in the future?" Feng Aotian asked immediately.

"I don't know." Mu Hanyao replied honestly.

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Feng Aotian sneered, turned around indifferently, and walked out of the house.

Mu Hanyao stared at her leaving figure, looked down, his expression unchanged, and continued to look at the scroll.

Xing Wuyun leaned against the pavilion, looking up, and the breeze was blowing his face, blowing his blue silk, and his clothes fluttered. With a little bit of romance, Feng Aotian walked forward to him. Seeing that the chest was leaking, blood was still dripping, "What are you thinking about?"

"It's been a long time since I felt distressed." Xing Wuyun turned his eyes, smiled at Feng Aotian, and continued to turn his eyes, looking into the distance.

Feng Aotian leaned against him, also looking up at the sky, "Sometimes after wearing the mask for a long time, I feel that I am the same, so I forget what I really is."

"Really?" Xing Wuyun curled his lips and smiled, beautifully like a peach blossom, and put his legs together at random, "If you take off the mask, it will be more painful to live."

Feng Aotian whispered, "Placed in death and reborn, how can I know if I don't try."

Xing Wuyun turned his eyes and looked up at her. Her face was even lighter than the clouds in the sky, making people unpredictable. The clouds were covered in mist, but she was lonely and vicissitudes of life.

He drew away his talented look, and returned to his old uninhibited smile, "Prince, the courtier can now be injured."

Feng Aotian leaned forward slightly, facing his eyes, her red lips were slightly hooked, and she slowly moved closer to his lips until she was about to touch her, her fingers had already slipped into the skin of his chest along the placket.

Xing Wuyun suddenly looked like he had seen a ghost, his body crooked, and then he fell from the pavilion. With a "puff", he fell into the pond again.

He stared at the smile at the corner of her mouth, but didn't feel annoyed. Instead, he waved his hands in the pond and laughed loudly.

Feng Aotian put his hands around his chest and leaned sideways, looking at his wanton and wild smile. In this world, he is not the only one who lives with a mask.

Ye Meixi walked slowly to her side, leaning in her arms, "Master, is he stupid?"

"Others laugh at me and I'm crazy, I laugh at others who can't see through, I am a fish, I know the joy of fish." Feng Aotian looked at Ye Meixi, "My complexion is much better."

"For the past two days, just stay with me, don't let anyone beside me." Ye Meixi said domineeringly.

Feng Aotian raised his hand, embraced him, and said with a light smile, "Okay."

After Xing Wuyun smiled enough, he spun out of the pond and splashed in all directions. He fell in front of Feng Aotian, still with a free and unrestrained temper. "My lord, the courtier thinks that I will see you in the future and I need to check if there is a pond around him. Or Qinghu."

"Well, if you are drunk in the future, Xiu will come to find the Lord, so as not to be frivolous by you." Feng Aotian also retorted.

Xing Wuyun laughed loudly, "The prince, this can be blamed on the courtiers, if the prince does not force the courtiers to stay here, nothing will happen."

"You're right, in the future, you won't have to drink, so you won't be drunk, and you won't be rude to your master." Feng Aotian nodded and said, holding Ye Meixi and leaving the pavilion.

Xing Wuyun wore a wet dada lichen shirt, turned his eyes, looked at Feng Aotian's figure, a meaningful smile came up at the corner of his mouth, and then resumed his previous temperament, rushing to Feng Aotian rascally, "Master, this can No, if you want the courtier not to drink alcohol for a day, it would be better to kill the courtier with a knife."

Feng Aotian looked at him and took out the dagger of Shicai from his arms, "Master likes killing people most."

Xing Wuyun showed pain on his face, "Master, why do you bother your courtier?"

Feng Aotian sneered, "Don't go in yet, if you eat it, you will not have your share of the good wine you prepared for dinner tonight."

Xing Wuyun looked like he was dying a while ago. At this moment, he seemed to be reborn, smiling, busy rushing to Feng Aotian, and following her steps into the house.

Ye Meixi looked at Xing Wuyun's gluttonous appearance, couldn't help but snorted, and then sat down beside Feng Aotian, "Master, look at his virtue of seeing wine."

Feng Aotian smiled lightly, "Wine is a good thing.

"That's also true. A toast is even more worrying." Ye Meixi brought the soup to Feng Aotian, staring at Xing Wuyun with a contented look while holding the pot of wine with disdain.

"It's just an excuse to escape." Feng Aotian said lightly, and then put the dishes into each person's bowl, "Leave him alone."

Xing Wuyun raised his head, took a cup, and listened to Feng Aotian's words, a frustration flashed across his eyebrows, then put down the wine glass, grabbed the chopsticks, and ate.

After dinner, Ye Meixi adhered to Feng Aotian, and the two sat in the courtyard admiring the moon.

Mu Hanyao leaned against the window, raised his eyes, looked at the night, lowered his eyes, and continued to read the military books quietly.

Lan Jing traveled to Xing Wuyun's body, watching him comfortably hug his hip flask, and smiled lightly, "Brother Wuyun, you've been drunk once today."

Xing Wuyun turned over slightly, raised his eyes, and looked at Lan Jingshu, "It's rare to get drunk a few times in life, and if you have a good drink, you will naturally get drunk."

"It's not as good as everyone's pleasure. Instead of drinking alone, you and I haven't drank together for a long time. It's rare to have this leisurely feeling today, why not together?" Lan Jingshu immediately sat aside and said softly.

"That's fine." Xing Wuyun immediately got up, put the flask down, turned his eyes, and looked at Mu Hanyao in the distance, "Brother Hanyao, why not be together."

Mu Hanyao raised his eyes, put down the scroll, then got up, walked calmly to the soft couch, and looked at the two of them, "How many years have the three of us been together for a drink?"

"It should be five years." Lan Jingshu counted the days and said with a small smile, "At that time, it was because you and Chiba brother made great achievements and returned in a triumphant victory, so that you can catch the wind and dust for you two together. feast."

"Well, that day, I drank the most enjoyable." Xing Wuyun thought of the situation on that day, and he also raised his voice with a smile, "Come on, you and I will have a good drink tonight."

In the courtyard, Feng Aotian listened to the conversation of the three of them with a slight smile at the corners of his mouth. He looked sideways, watching Ye Meixi leaning against his arms, and smiled.

"Master, don't you go in and join in the fun?" Ye Meixi asked in a low voice, reaching out and hugging her.

Feng Aotian smiled evilly and said, "You don't want to go there to disappoint you. It's not better to have you with him."

That night, the three people in the house talked about their wine and talked about it, and they were so happy.

In the palace, Feng Yinqi has always had trouble sleeping and eating these days. For some reason, the night is even more nightmares.

Defu walked into the bedroom with the soup medicine, and saw that Feng Yinqi's complexion was very ugly. He hurried forward and said with concern, "My lord, your dragon body is slightly ill in the past few days, the old slave should ask the doctor to show you it. ."

Feng Yinqi raised his eyes and looked at the medicine in Defu's hand, "Did the queen send someone to bring it?"

"Exactly." Telford nodded, "This is the heart of the empress dowager."

"Come on." Feng Yinqi looked at it, and his eyebrows swept a touch of sadness. He also understood some things.

Telford took the medicine, and Feng Yinqi drank it in one sip, then raised his eyes and looked at the moonlight outside the window, "Uncle Wang has been away for a long time, when will he come back?"

"The emperor, the regent should be back soon." Telford replied distressedly looking at Feng Yinqi's trance.

"I'm afraid I won't see it anymore," Feng Yinqi said quietly, and then lay down on his own, "I'm tired, you can withdraw."

"Yes." Defu said strangely to Feng Yinqi, but did not dare to ask more, and respectfully withdrew from the hall.

Feng Yinqi opened his eyes, looked around the huge palace, sighed deeply, and slowly closed his eyes.

In the Prince Regent's Mansion, Mu Hanjin watched Leng Qianye become more silent than before, and sat in the bamboo forest without saying a word. He slowly stepped forward and sat down, "Big Brother Leng, what are you thinking?"

"When I go out of the house today, I know, what is only one day in the mountains, the world has been thousands of years." Leng Qianye's tone is extremely weak, and it seems that he has exhausted all his strength to say such a thing.

Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and said lightly, "If you want to return to the Leng Mansion, I can accompany you back every day."

"It's always uncomfortable." Leng Qianye looked at Mu Hanjin, "What I want is freedom."

"The prince said before leaving, everything is waiting for her to come back." Mu Hanjin turned her eyes and looked at him, "I believe she will be able to return to Beijing in a few days."

"She came back, I don't know what the situation is." Leng Qianye sneered, then filled the glass and handed it to Mu Hanjin, "Tonight, you have a drink with me."

Mu Hanjin picked up the wine glass and said with a small smile, "Okay."

The two of them are also all in their own words. Once, they were all high-spirited young talents, but they were imprisoned in this cage. Now, they are just longing for freedom.

The next day, when Feng Aotian woke up, she looked sideways and saw that Ye Meixi was no longer by her side. She got up and entered the house, throwing hip flasks everywhere. The three of them lay stumblingly on the soft couch, seemingly drunk last night. Is happy.

Feng Aotian walked to the inner hall on his own, washed and changed, and then walked out, and saw that Mu Hanyao was not in the house. She stepped up, walked out of the house, and saw him standing with his hands holding hands, looking up at the sky, and took a deep breath. Take a breath.

"Lord doesn't know, you drink very well." Feng Aotian walked slowly to his side and stood.

Mu Hanyao turned around and said respectfully, "Master."

Feng Aotian stared at the front, but did not look at him, "Another day, I will have a few drinks with him."

"Yes." Mu Hanyao still returned to his old unsmiling side. Yesterday's side with rare talk and laughter has gone with the wind with the fragrance of wine.

Feng Aotian knew the long-depressed depression, unwillingness and pain in their hearts, "Go wash."

"The minister retire." Mu Hanyao said solemnly, turning around indifferently and stepping into the house.

"Master, have breakfast." A pleasant voice sounded, and Ye Meixi was walking towards her with the meal.

A gentle light flashed in her eyes, "I haven't seen anyone for a while, so you are in the dining room."

"Master, Meixi wants to make some food for you before I leave." Ye Meixi looked at Feng Aotian, her beautiful face was still that enchanting and charming, even with a smile, it was full of charm. , However, in those eyes, there is a deep feeling that cannot be removed.

Feng Aotian was touched at this moment. In her previous life, no one had cared for her so much. In this life, for the first time, someone was willing to cook for her. She seemed to have made a faint cut in her heart. A warm current poured in slowly, and she stepped forward and took the tray from his hand, "Thank you."

Ye Meixi smiled, very satisfied. How difficult was it for such a proud person to say thank you?

When the two entered the house, Xing Wuyun and Lan Jingshu had already got up, changed their clothes, and after washing, they walked out and watched Feng Aotian personally carrying the meal. The three of them were obviously startled.

Ye Meixi looked at them, "This one belongs to the Lord."

The three of them naturally self-evident, this was the breakfast that Ye Meixi personally made for the regent. The three of them stopped talking and left the house by themselves.

Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and looked at the sky, "Oh..."

Jingxi walked over with the hangover soup, "Master, this is the hangover soup that the prince ordered the minion last night."

Lan Jingshu turned her eyes to look at Jingxi, her eyes flashed with gloom, and then said, "Well, take it in."

"Yes." Jingxi replied, before taking her into another room.

Mu Hanyao didn't speak any more, just stepped inside, Lan Jingshu and Xing Wuyun immediately followed. The three of them sat at the table, suddenly feeling a little empty and a little uncomfortable.

The three of them were relatively speechless, not talking as much as they did last night, but with their own minds, after breakfast, they walked out of the house.

Feng Aotian looked at the dishes in front of him, "Master never expected that you would cook a good dish."

"I deliberately learned it before, thinking that in the future, I will meet my beloved person and cook it for her." Ye Meixi put the vegetables into her bowl, with a smile in her eyes.

Feng Aotian was startled slightly, and looked at him whether she was too selfish and ruthless. Now, her identity could not be revealed. She looked at him but couldn't speak.

Xing Wuyun leaned at the door and watched the two eating breakfast happily. Only then did he remember that they had all eaten together these few days. Now, only the two of them felt very uncomfortable.

Lan Jingshu did not speak, but walked into the house by himself, then walked to the book case, continuing with what was not done last night.

Mu Hanyao went to set up defenses, and Xing Wuyun was left behind again, very boring, so he leaned at the door and looked at the two big men in the house.

I remembered the last time I watched the picture of the two of them, you and I, and I wanted to vomit for a few days and nights, but now, how do you find it pleasing to the eye?

Thinking of this, he quickly turned around, his face was astonished, and when it was over, did he also have a habit of breaking sleeves?

Suddenly a little irritable, then turned around and saw Feng Aotian had finished breakfast, standing in front of him, looking at him.

He quickly showed a weird smile, "Master..."

"Have you seen enough?" Feng Aotian asked in a low voice.

"Well, I've seen enough and watched enough. The prince will continue, and the minister will not bother." Xing Wuyun laughed, and then he leaned back, and in a flash, he disappeared.

Ye Meixi stepped forward and wrapped her waist, "Master, what are you doing today?"

"What do you want to do?" Feng Aotian asked with a chuckle.

"Master, draw for Meixi Huafu." Ye Meixi thought on a whim and said with a light smile.

"Okay." Feng Aotian nodded, and the two of them walked into the house, spread out the rice paper, and looked at Ye Meixi who was lying on his side and on the soft couch, drawing intently.

Lan Jingshu on the side raised his eyes, looked at the picture in front of him, curled his eyebrows, and did what he should do again, ignoring it.

I don't know how long it took, Feng Aotian closed the pen, put down the Zhubi, and looked at Ye Meixi, "Okay."

Ye Meixi got up from the soft couch, her delicate lips raised slightly, and she walked in front of her step by step, looking at the portrait in front of her, with a deeper smile, "Lifelike."

"Well, this king will mount it immediately." Feng Aotian said, and then looked at Lan Jingshu, "Jingshu, mount this picture to the master."

Lan Jingshu raised his eyes, wrote down, respectfully said, "Yes."

Then he left from the book table, walked to Feng Aotian's side, and looked at the painting in front of him. The person in the painting has a charming charm of his own. Even the enchantment between the eyebrows is also drawn into the woods. He lifted it. Miao, looking at Feng Aotian, he didn't expect the regent's painter to have such a superb accomplishment, and he couldn't help but admire secretly.

Feng Aotian looked at Lan Jingshu, "In the future, I will draw a picture for you."

"Thank you, the prince." Lan Jingshu was expecting her to say this in his heart. Now, when she really spoke like this, he quickly agreed.

Ye Meixi looked sideways, looked at the Lan Jingshu in front of him, thinking about this person, who looked polite and unremarkable, but she should not be underestimated. He can see how much he hides in the past few days.

This day was very dull. Everyone did their own thing. Xing Wuyun went out for a day and didn't come back. He didn't come back until the sky got dark. He walked into the house with a jug of wine in his hands and smiled.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Where did you get this drink?"

"It was stolen." Xing Wuyun said triumphantly, "This is the daughter Hong who has been buried under the pear tree for 20 years."

"Where did you steal it?" Feng Aotian looked at him, and then asked.

"Well..." Xing Wuyun hesitated to speak, then unsealed the wine jar, sniffing the aroma of the wine, "Well, it's not bad."

Feng Aotian was noncommittal, "If you eat stealthily, wipe your mouth clean, then ran to the brothel, why conceal it?"

Xing Wuyun was immediately bored, sitting at the table, "what about it?"

"Just stole a jar of wine back?" Feng Aotian asked in a deep voice.

"Yeah." Xing Wuyun felt a little unhappy when he thought of this.

Feng Aotian didn't ask any more, and several people were speechless.

In the middle of the night, Ye Meixi leaned against Feng Aotian's arms, staring blankly, and asked in a low voice, "Master, when I return, Jiangshan is hired. Would you marry me?"