This Lord is Too Cruel

Xing Wuyun immediately landed, looked at the blood on the ground, then looked at him, and quickly waved his hand, "Why did you vomit blood before I hit it?"

Feng Aotian's eyes sank slightly, and there was another pain in his heart. He raised his eyes and looked at the thin back. He got up from the bed and walked towards him slowly. He raised his wrist and frowned his pulse. "You have something to hide?"

Mu Hanjin covered her heart, turned her eyes, and looked at her, with a slight smile at the corner of her mouth, "Well, it's just because martial arts has just recovered and cannot bear it for a while."

Feng Aotian's eyes became even colder, staring at him for a long while, raising his hand, embracing him in his arms, and then sitting on the soft couch, "So, why don't you take care of him, what are you doing?"

Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, "I haven't put the clothes on yet."

The corners of Xing Wuyun's mouth curled slightly, "How can it be mine?"

"It was originally yours," Feng Aotian said coldly, staring at Xing Wuyun fiercely.

Xing Wuyun reluctantly walked to the screen. Sure enough, there was a clean goose-yellow brocade. The corners of his mouth raised unconsciously, then changed, turned around, walked to the soft couch, looked at the two people in front of him, and shook his head. "Tsk tut, look, one by one is still very weak."

When Mu Hanjin saw him put on his clothes, he was very romantic, and his gentle eyes flashed with a shallow gloom, then turned his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, "Master, it is good for the minister to adjust his breath by himself."

Feng Aotian hasn't recovered yet. Knowing that he can't help much, he nodded, then got up and went back to the bed.

Xing Wuyun immediately got up, followed her to the bed, and watched her look sick and haggard, but she had never seen her inherent coldness and domineering, she was still honorable and luxurious.

He raised his eyebrows, his peachy eyes were slightly curved, and then he looked at Feng Yinqi who was lying quietly on the inside of the bed, "Master, since you are fine, what about the emperor?"

"After a thousand years of dispersal." Feng Aotian turned his eyes, looked at Feng Yinqi, condensed the sadness in his eyes, turned his eyes, and looked at Xing Wuyun, "Do you know the solution to the thousand years of dispersal?"

"I don't know." Xing Wuyun was startled at first, then shook his head again, "These thousand years have been lost for so many years, and there was no one to understand at the beginning. Now, it is even more difficult."

Feng Aotian's eyes flashed coldly, "Master will definitely find a solution."

Xing Wuyun put his hands around his chest, leaned against the bed, and stared at Feng Aotian, thinking that he was only two days late. He didn't expect such a lively event to happen in this capital, and he asked in a low voice, "Master, Is the Supreme Emperor in that palace real?"

Feng Aotian turned his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun. A wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Although her face was pale, it could not conceal her unique temperament, "You will know it when you enter the palace tomorrow."

"Why does the courtier want to enter the palace?" Xing Wuyun couldn't help but startled, looking at Feng Aotian, his eyes were full of calculations.

"This king has lightly tapped you as the commander of the Imperial Guard. Now that you have arrived, you will take office tomorrow." Feng Aotian said unhurriedly.

When Xing Wuyun heard this, he stared at her dumbfounded, and finally reacted, "Master, didn't you promise that you don't have to be an official in the court?"

"Yes, if you don't enter the court, you are in the palace. This king has not broken his promise." Feng Aotian said it for granted.

Xing Wuyun suddenly lowered his face and stared at Feng Aotian, "My lord, this entry into the court is the entry into the palace, what's the difference?"

"Of course there is a difference. Entering the court is a matter of the court. You are now entering the court and are responsible for the safety of the court. It has nothing to do with the court." Feng Aotian lifted his eyes and narrowed his eyes slightly. Choose one."

Xing Wuyun's handsome face was stained with grievances, and he stared at Feng Aotian, "Master, why are you doing this? Knowing that the subjects are lazy, why do you have to give them this drudgery?"

"Who vowed to stay with this king? Who said to let Wei Zimo come to visit this king?" Feng Aotian glanced at Mu Hanjin who was still working hard to heal his injuries, and looked at him casually. Xiang Xing Wuyun.

Xing Wuyun was immediately blocked and speechless, "The courtier said he wanted to be with you, and there is no prince in the palace, why are you going? Do you look at those resentful women in the palace? Or let the courtier try to assassinate that person. Too Emperor?"

"You can say it's a good way. Go and assassinate." Feng Aotian said following Xing Wuyun's words.

Xing Wuyun smashed his mouth, staring at her with a bitter expression, and said respectfully, "Yes, the minister obeyed! Isn't it possible to go? Isn't it just being a gatekeeper."

Feng Aotian looked at him, as if he was on the execution ground, and a slight smile evoked at the corners of his mouth, "Master hid an altar of broken snow lotus in the imperial garden. It just so happens that you can look for it."

"Really?" Shicai still looked dying, and now, his face was immediately radiant, and his eyes were shining brightly.

Feng Aotian nodded, "Well, as to whether you can find it, it depends on your ability."

When Xing Wuyun heard this, his eyebrows were full of smiles, and then he looked at her, "If this is the case, the minister will go back to his house to prepare and take office tomorrow."

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, "Well, go, just look at your father. It is said that after passing out in court yesterday, he is still not awake."

Xing Wuyun looked at Feng Aotian, naturally knowing that something interesting must have happened in the court yesterday, "Master, did you do this with the father of the minister?"

"I am sympathetic to his merits over the years, and ordered him to return home and take care of his life." Feng Aotian said indifferently.

"Well, the prince said very well, my father should have a good rest." Xing Wuyun did not look surprised, but, with red lips slightly raised, he smiled casually, then turned around and glanced at Mu Han. Jin stepped out of the bedroom.

Feng Aotian stared at Xing Wuyun's figure, thinking.

After Mu Hanjin adjusted her breath and luck, her complexion improved a lot. She slowly closed her eyes and opened her eyes to see Feng Aotian looking directly at him. He stepped down from the soft couch and walked in front of her. Lord, why look at the minister like this?"

"Why are you vomiting blood?" Feng Aotian stared at him with condensation in his eyes.

Mu Hanjin immediately sat on the bed, embraced her in her arms, raised her right hand and placed it on her heart, "Maybe you feel the beating?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian immediately leaned against his arms, touching his heart with his palm, and he could clearly hear the beating sound.

"After the Chen Wugong was blocked, he would vomit blood every three days during that year. Now that Wugong is unblocked, there are also such problems. There is no need to worry." Mu Hanjin's voice is extremely soft and gurgling. The sound of running water is very pleasant.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and stared at his gentle eyes, "Really?"

"Naturally, it will be better after one year." Mu Hanjin nodded, "This is just a small matter."

Feng Aotian stretched out her hand, wrapped around his waist, his body exuded a faint breath of sweet spring, as if it could purify her inner turbidity, she took a deep breath, "You know that the Lord took you to the valley last time, What does it mean?"

"I didn't know it at the time, but now I know it." Mu Hanjin smiled softly, and his handsome face was covered with a layer of radiance. He stretched out his hand and stroked her blue silk.

"What?" Feng Aotian asked softly.

"Junying grass...The shadow of the king." Mu Hanjin looked down and stared into her eyes, "The prince wants the minister to stay by your side forever and be inseparable."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian curled his lips and smiled, "Would you like to be Lord's Junying Grass?"

"The minister is willing." Mu Hanjin replied softly, even if it turns into a plume of smoke, it will follow you.

Feng Aotian smiled at the corner of her eyes. At this moment, she suddenly felt that it was really good to have such a person with her for a lifetime.

Inside the palace, Feng Aoyun stepped into the bedroom with a gloomy face, Xing Zhiyan and Guo Hui followed closely behind them, not daring to make a sound.

Feng Aoyun waved a big palm, shattered the bead curtain in front of him, stepped inside, sat down, raised his eyes, stared in front, sneered, and said in a deep voice, "Okay, very good."

Xing Zhiyan and Guo Hui stood by. The cold air radiating from Feng Aoyun's body made her shudder. A gloom flashed through her eyes. Today's affairs are mixed for them.

Feng Aoyun turned his eyes and stared at Xing Zhiyan harshly, "Why don't you remind me that the Prince Regent's Mansion has such rules?"

Xing Zhiyan raised her eyes and looked at her, somewhat timid, "Master, the subordinates think she will be an exception to you."

"Exception?" Feng Aoyun's eyes shattered with a cold light, "What an exception, today, the humiliation suffered by this seat, in the future, I must double to ask her for it."

"Lord, is she really unconscious?" Xing Zhiyan asked cautiously from the side.

"Didn't it mean that you encountered an assassin last night?" Feng Aoyun's mouth was cold. "If you are unconscious, then if you encounter an assassin again tonight, will you die?"

"The Lord meant to send someone to test tonight?" Xing Zhiyan asked in a low voice with her eyes flashing.

"Send someone to go for the assassination tonight. I have to see if she is really unconscious, or use this to test my seat." Feng Aoyun's eyes shattered with a cold light, and a wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Xing Zhiyan answered, "Yes."

"How is the riot in the southwest going?" Feng Aoyun asked in a deep voice.

"Now, there has been chaos in the three consecutive cities. The Jiegan Uprising, under the banner of the regent king, has now gathered 20,000 insurgents. If this is the case, within a month, plus the people in the cabinet , There will be turmoil in the entire southwest. At that time, all the people all over the country will be dispatched. In this way, the entire Feng Country will be in chaos." Xing Zhiyan said from the side.

"Well, everything goes according to plan, and it must be very powerful. In this way, within March, the entire Feng Nation will collapse." Feng Aoyun seemed to think of the picture after March, the corner of his mouth smiled deeper, he wanted it. It was to step on Feng Guo on the soles of his feet and watch Feng Guo perish with his own eyes.

Xing Zhiyan looked at Feng Aoyun next to him. He didn't know why he hated Feng Guo, and vowed to overthrow the whole Feng Kingdom, but now, she is just a slave who is controlled by others. She can't help but think of her childhood happiness Time, the self at that time, and the people at that time, now they are all right and wrong.

After all, this path was her own choice. Could it be that she was too ambitious to hide evil intentions and lead wolves into the room. Now, why is she under control?

The matter is over, who can you blame? All of this is nothing but her own sin. If Feng Kingdom is destroyed, then where should she go?

Feng Aotian also received the news in the Prince Regent’s Mansion. Hearing the report from the soul, a small smile evoked at the corner of his mouth, “In less than ten days in the southwest, 20,000 insurgents have gathered. This speed is too fast.

"Nowadays, the people don't have a living, and the southwest is in a remote place. It has been without crops for two years. The people can't eat enough, so this is the case." Mu Hanjin also got the news and looked at Feng Aotian, although he knew it. In the past two years, what she did, but still tells her bluntly.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "No need to mention the past. The most urgent thing is to calm the unrest in the southwest."

"Now, Brother Leng has not yet reached the border. The men and horses brought by the eldest brother have left since Lianghuai. Now, it has only been two days, and it will take three days at the earliest to reach the border. Starting from the border and heading to the southwest. It also takes half a month. According to the current gaffe development, major turmoil will break out in the entire southwest within a month. At that time, even if the eldest brother goes, it will not be stopped." Mu Hanjin looked at Feng. Aotian could not help but said anxiously.

"Who is this uprising?" Feng Aotian said solemnly.

"The people of the uprising are the local people. The reason for the uprising is that the local magistrates are corrupt officials who arbitrarily increase taxes. In the past two years, a lot of money and things have been raided, which has caused people's grievances. Under the banner of looking for beauties for the prince, the corrupt officials forcibly expropriated the local young and middle-aged people. Those who were less attractive were taken as coolies, and those who were moderate were sent to brothels in various places. In name, on the surface, it was sent to the capital, but in fact it was sold to other countries. Not only that, he colluded with local bandits, burned, killed, looted and committed no evil. This uprising was also due to the conflict between the officials and the people. It aroused popular anger and held an uprising.” Mu Hanjin also just got the news, handed the letterhead in his hand to Feng Aotian, and said slowly.

Feng Aotian listened, his eyes flashed coldly, "Why are you playing the banner of the regent king?"

"At first, they uprised only because they were dissatisfied with the local corrupt officials. They smashed the county government office, and even beat the corrupt officials alive. Later, for some reason, they played this banner." Mu Hanjin thought about this. It is also strange.

"There must be someone operating in the dark." Feng Aotian's mouth twitched slightly, and he let out a sneer, turned his eyes and looked at Mu Hanjin, "Now, are there other people in the southwest?"

"The land in the southwest is already barren. Feng State has limited soldiers and horses. They are mainly used to fight against Qi State. The rest are staying behind and don't have much strength." Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Aotian and replied truthfully.

"Okay, very good, no soldiers are available, no one is available, then the Lord is the only place to wait for the entire Feng Nation to stir up chaos, Qi Nation takes advantage of the vacancy, and Feng Nation will immediately perish." Feng Aotian raised his voice. With a smile, "It seems that someone wants to destroy the Lord and Feng Country together."

"Master, do you know who did this?" Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Aotian and asked in a low voice.

"It's just a guess." Feng Aotian looked at Mu Hanjin, "Is the guess in your heart different from the master?"

Mu Hanjin said with a gentle smile, "Now, how should we quell the Southwest Riot?"

"Why do you want to calm down?" Feng Aotian's mouth evoked an evil smile, and looked at Mu Hanjin.

"The prince meant..." Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Aotian, as if she understood what she meant.

Feng Aotian smiled lightly, "If he is put to death and then reborn, the master will follow his will, and only a hero can be born in troubled times."

Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and looked at her, "But, if that's the case, Lord, you are afraid that you will..."

"It's okay, isn't it just being scolded as "Wu Dao Faunjun"." Feng Aotian chuckled, "Master is innocent, just let others say."

Mu Hanjin looked at her helplessly, with tenderness between her eyes, "Master, if you really lose by then, what should you do?"

"Don't forget, what the master said, wherever you go, go wherever you go. Even if it's Biluohuangquan, you have to follow your master." Feng Aotian stretched out his hand, pointed at Mu Hanjin's straight nose, and leaned forward. , Kissed his lips.

Mu Hanjin closed her eyes, met her lips, raised her hand, embraced her in her arms, and savored carefully that he would stay with her no matter what, for three months, he still had time.

The clouds were light, the moon was light and the wind was light. Feng Aotian was lying on his side and on the soft couch. After having dinner with Mu Hanjin, the two of them looked through the memorials. There was no excessive noise in the inner hall. Laughing at each other, occasionally talking about national affairs, or looking down at the memorial.

"The Southwestern minister has ordered someone to go and arrange." Mu Hanjin put down the memorial in his hand, raised his eyes, looked at her, and said with a small smile.

"Well, let them wait for an opportunity, don't arouse suspicion." Feng Aotian said in a low voice.

"Yes." Mu Hanjin nodded, "There are two hundred thousand troops in Beijing, one hundred thousand in the hands of the prince, and one hundred thousand in the hands of Yi Yang."

"Yi Yang?" Feng Aotian recalled this person, "His son is here now?"

"Exactly." Mu Hanjin nodded and said, "However, his fate is not long."

"Why?" Feng Aotian thought about this person. She had only seen him twice. At that time, she was only looking at that temperament and found it interesting, before she brought him into the palace.

"He has been weak and sick since he was a child. After he was brought into the palace by you, he became depressed and ill. Now, he is also very sick." Mu Hanjin also visited him two months ago, but now, I don’t know. how was it.

"What is his name?" Feng Aotian really couldn't remember his name.

"Yi Mu" Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Aotian, "Since he returned from the prince's place last time, he has not been sick."

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Are you weird?"

"Chen didn't dare." Mu Hanjin couldn't forget the pain of those two years anyway. Nowadays, she still has lingering fears when she thinks about it. However, looking at her today, she can no longer bear half of the hatred.

Feng Aotian's face was dark, stretched out his hand and stroked his face, "Bring him."

"Yes." Mu Hanjin answered, then got up and left.

Feng Aotian looked at the figure he was leaving, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, Yi Mu? The sick beauty seems to be an overthinking one.

Mu Hanjin has now faded away from her official robes and put on her favorite crescent white brocade robes. Her elegant body, elegant face like jade, reveals an elegant temperament like water.

The courtyard where Yi Mu lives is relatively behind. He tapped his toes and flew away. After a short while, he fell into a remote courtyard in front of him. The courtyard looked very deserted, and the plum blossoms in the courtyard had withered. , Very cold.

He stepped in slowly, and the servant guarding the door also greeted him and said, "The servant has seen Concubine Mu."

"Where is your master?" Mu Hanjin asked lightly.

"The master has been uncomfortable these few days, so I just drank the medicine and fell asleep." The minion on the side hesitated and replied, thinking that no one has come to this Meixiang Pavilion for a long time, and he didn't expect anyone to be worried about it today. Although this palace is heavily guarded, it is also without walls. Nowadays, the most favored person in this palace is Princess Mu.

Mu Hanjin stepped inside, walked into the attic, and saw that the window lattice was half-hidden, and the curtains on the bed were blowing with the wind. The man's slightly white face was very clear, and Xuanyue's eyebrows were frowned. There is a lot of melancholy, and the whole body is enveloped in a melancholy fog, which makes people feel unbearable when looking at it.

auzw.comMu Hanjin suddenly remembered a poem, saying, "Half the door is half-rolled in Hunan, and the ice is rolled into the earthen jade as the basin. The pear core is three-pointed white and borrowed from the plum blossom. A ray of soul. The fairy in the moon cave sews, the Qiu Gui complains to the girl and wipes his marks. She is shy and quietly tells who is tired and fainted by the night of the West Wind." Probably this is what he looks like.

He sighed faintly. He couldn't bear to disturb his purity, but he was helpless. Then he pushed the door and walked gently to the bed, calling out, "Yi Mu?"

The person lying on the bed, listening to Mu Hanjin's voice, slowly opened his eyes, saw the person coming, the corner of his mouth reluctantly gave up a small smile, "Why are you willing to enter my courtyard today?"

"I'm coming from Lord Feng." Mu Hanjin looked at Yi Muhua's uneasy face, and couldn't help feeling sad.

"Why did the prince suddenly think of me as a sick person?" Yi Mu was slightly startled at Mu Hanjin's words, revealing a touch of bitterness, and faint sarcasm and bitterness.

Mu Hanjin stretched out his hand and lifted him up from the bed. The minion on the side took his shirt and put it on for Yi Mu. He was dressed in a pale pink shirt with noble plum blossoms printed on the hem. He still straightened his back. Half a little cowardly, after washing and putting on properly, he rolled his eyes and pressed his thin lips slightly, "Let's go."

He didn't complain, nor was he happy, as if he was just a wisp of clear soul in this world, and would disappear at any time. Mu Hanjin looked at him at this time, unspeakable sadness. .

"Your body?" Mu Hanjin stretched out his hand and stroked his pulse. There was a sign that the oil was exhausted and the lamp was dead. He couldn't help looking at him and whispered.

"It's better to leave this turbid world earlier than to be uncomfortable in this place." Yi Mu's voice was extremely soft, like a wisp of blue smoke drifting by.

Mu Hanjin held his wrist, walked out of the house, tapped on his toes, and led him to the palace. Yi Mu obviously did not expect Mu Hanjin to be able to martial arts, but he didn't ask much, as if this matter was with him. It doesn't matter much.

After a while, the two of them landed in the dormitory. Father Feng looked at Yi Mu in front of him, revealing a touch of doubt. Yi Mu stood outside the dormitory without squinting, and then he wanted to take off his clothes.

Mu Hanjin stretched out his hand and stopped him, "Go in, no need."

Yi Mu was slightly startled, but without asking why, he followed Mu Hanjin into the bedroom.

The two entered the bedroom and walked into the bedroom. At this time, Feng Aotian was lying lazily and lying on the soft couch. His complexion had not yet recovered, and he was a little pale. From a distance, he looked handsome and beautiful. A little more morbid.

She raised her eyes and looked at the two slowly coming, especially when she saw the man behind Mu Hanjin, she suddenly remembered the words describing Lin Daiyu in the Dream of Red Mansions, "Two bends are like a frown, and the other is like joy. Non-his and affectionate eyes. The state gives rise to the sorrow of the two, and the disease of the whole body. The tears are a little bit, and the breath is slightly. In the quiet, it is like a beautiful flower and shining in the water, and the action is like a weak Liu Fufeng. A sickness wins three points."

She couldn't help sighing, it was true that her heart was higher than the sky, and her life was thinner than paper.

Mu Hanjin stepped forward slowly and stood beside Feng Aotian, "Master..."

"Well, sit down." Feng Aotian said lightly.

Mu Hanjin immediately sat down, and continued to read the memorial, turning his eyes to look at Yi Mu standing three steps away from Feng Aotian, bowing his head and saying, "The courtier sees the prince."

Feng Aotian looked at him with a rather unyielding aura, but he called out softly, and then coughed.

"Lord, come here." Feng Aotian said solemnly.

Yi Mu still bowed his head, walked forward slowly, three steps, but the score was not bad.

Feng Aotian raised his uninjured hand and poured a cup of tea, "Sit down."

Yi Mu was startled slightly, took the teacup and looked at the soft couch in front of him. There was no chair beside him. Where should he sit?

Looking at him like this, Feng Aotian couldn't help but chuckled, then stretched out his hand and pulled him lightly, and he fell into her arms.

Mu Hanjin looked at the picture in front of her, her expression flashed with peace, she wrote again, and continued to review the memorial.

Feng Aotian raised his hand and grasped his pulse, "Congenital deficiency, combined with too much thought, now it is a sign of serious illness."

Yi Mu paused, raised his eyes and stared at her, "The minister has been like this since he was a child."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "However, it can still be recovered."

Yi Mu was startled again, a sneer evoked at the corner of his mouth. What if he could live longer, not to be trapped in this dark iron prison, it would be better to get rid of it earlier.

Feng Aotian raised his chin and forced him to look at him. The corner of her mouth smiled deeper, "How easy it is to die. If you want to die, your Lord will do you."

Yi Mu stared at the coldness in her eyes, his mind trembled, "The minister dare not."

Feng Aotian laughed again, "Don't dare to let the master do it, or dare not to die?"

"Don't dare to let the master do it." Yi Mu's eyes were clear, but his eyebrows were slightly frowned, which made people feel pity.

Feng Aotian looked at such a person, "If the Lord gives you one month, you can raise your body well, then the Lord will let you go, how about?"

A flash of hope flashed in Yi Mu's eyes. He raised his eyes and looked at her. Seeing her, it was not a joke, "The minister will do his best."

"Okay." Feng Aotian said with a small smile, then picked up the Zhubi, wrote the bottom line, and passed it to his hand.

Yi Mu looked at the paper in his hand, suddenly a little stunned, raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, "Master, don't need medicine?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, and then looked at Mu Hanjin, "Look and see, let him report to your place every day."

"Yes." Mu Hanjin put down the Zhubi, took the prescription from Yi Mu's hand, and then understood, said with a smile, "This prescription is very good."

Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at him, "Han Jin, send him back."

"Yes." Mu Hanjin smiled lightly and looked at Yi Mu, "Let's go."

Obviously, Yi Mu left so easily without expecting it. He raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian. He was already looking at Zhezi intently, and ignored him. When he looked at Mu Hanjin again, his eyes were compared to those of Shi Cai. A little more puzzled.

Mu Hanjin got up and exited the bedroom with Yi Mu. He did not use light work, but walked back slowly with him.

"She has changed." Yi Mu looked at Mu Hanjin with a small smile on his lips, not as melancholy as before, "You have also changed."

"You should change too." Mu Hanjin looked at Yi Mu, "I know exactly what your talents are."

"So what, the left is just too high-spirited." Yi Mu sneered, "I'm in this body now, but it's just a day."

"The prescription that the prince gave you may be useful. If you can go back after one month, if your body is better, wouldn't it be better?" Mu Hanjin comforted.

"If I can go back, that would be fine. I haven't seen my parents for two years. I don't know how well they are now." Yi Mu raised his eyes, looked at the cold moonlight, and sighed quietly.

"Then you can take care of yourself." Mu Hanjin said softly, "You can participate in the imperial examination after one month."

"The imperial examination?" Yi Mu raised his eyes and looked at Mu Hanjin, "Can I?"

"Why can't it?" Mu Hanjin stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder, "You sick beauty, I hope you can shine."

Yi Mu seemed to have some expectation in his heart, and smiled lightly, "If this is the case, then I should take care of myself."

"It's good to think so." Mu Hanjin's eyes flashed with relief.

After Mu Hanjin sent Yi Mu back, she turned around and flew back to the bedroom.

"I don't know, there are so many talents in this mansion," Feng Aotian looked at Mu Hanjin, "Everyone is outstanding, not real."

Mu Hanjin smiled lightly, "Is that so, can the prince take a fancy?"

Feng Aotian smiled, "His talents are comparable to those of Lan Jingshu."

"Yeah." Mu Hanjin nodded, "Back then, he and he were both called talented scholars, and they were not expected to be brought into the palace by the prince."

"It seems that the Lord's vision is very good." Feng Aotian said slightly, "It's a pity that there is such a bone and a sick child."

"I hope it will be better afterwards." Mu Hanjin remembered the scene when Shi Cai went to meet him, and it was unavoidable to be sentimental. Will he become that way in the future?

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Where are the 100,000 horses in Yi Yang's hands now?"

"Stayed in Fengshan Camp." Mu Hanjin continued.

"Yi Yang's eldest son, where is it now?" Feng Aotian asked immediately.

"Three years ago, she died on the battlefield." Mu Hanjin thought of the scene at the time and looked at Feng Aotian, "Now, General Yi has only one son."

Feng Aotian lowered his eyes and stopped talking. Now, everything she said is unnecessary, and all she can do is make up.

Mu Hanjin stretched out and shook her hand, "Master..."

"There are assassins, protect the prince." A voice from Father Feng interrupted the tranquility in the palace.

Feng Aotian's eyes flashed coldly and he looked at Mu Hanjin, "It seems that he wants to test whether this king is really unconscious."

"Yes, prince, minister go out and have a look." Mu Hanjin's gentle eyes flashed with coldness, and then got up from the soft couch and walked outside the palace.

In an instant, when he heard the fierce sound of weapons intersecting, Feng Aotian immediately got down on the soft couch, and then lay on the couch, closing his eyes tightly.

After a while, someone forcibly broke through the palace, wanted to come in, and was killed in a moment. Outside, there was nothing wrong in the palace.

Mu Hanjin stood at the door of the bedroom with his hand, coldly staring at the assassin in front of him, and shouted in a deep voice, "The prince is still not awake now. Hearing the orders of this palace, anyone who dares to break into the bedroom will kill him.

"Yes." The guard at the door of the bedroom answered, and Mu Hanjin stepped into the bedroom.

Looking at Feng Aotian lying peacefully on the bed, he saw a dark shadow flashing outside the window lattice, his eyes were dim, and then he stepped forward, walked to the edge of the bed, covered her with the brocade, and sat down. Aside, watching intently.

The black shadow flew away immediately, and within a moment, all the assassins outside the palace were killed.

Feng Aotian slowly opened his eyes and looked at Mu Hanjin, "Even if this person goes to report, he may not believe it."

Mu Hanjin stretched out her hand and lifted her up carefully, "Even if you don't believe it all, you will be half believe it."

"He likes him the most half-believing." Feng Aotian smiled lightly, then got up from the bed, looked sideways, and looked at Feng Yinqi's face, "Can you prepare the ginseng bath soup?"

"It's ready," Mu Hanjin said gently.

"Okay, take it in." Feng Aotian stretched out his hand and lifted Feng Yinqi from the bed. "You little guy is really troublesome."

Feng Gonggong ordered someone to bring the bath soup in, and then backed out.

Feng Aotian took off Feng Yinqi's clothes and carried him into the tub. Mu Hanjin picked up the cotton pad and said, "Master, let the minister come."

"Okay." Feng Aotian nodded, then stood aside and watched.

In the palace, the shadow had already fallen into the queen dowager's bedroom, and he quickly reported it.

"What happened?" Feng Aoyun asked in a deep voice.

"Master, the subordinates did not break into the palace, but the subordinates saw the regent lying on the bed outside the window, apparently in a coma." The shadow replied in a low voice.

"Go down." Feng Aoyun's eyes flashed coldly, "She is playing tricks with this seat."

"Lord, isn't the regent king unconscious?" Xing Zhiyan asked in a low voice from the side.

"Yes." Feng Aoyun's face darkened, "In that case, I will wait for when she wakes up. In the past few days, you will go to the morning court and listen to politics with the curtain."

"Yes." Xing Zhiyan answered first.

Wu Yueguo, Ye Meixi seemed restless all day, as if sensing something happened, as expected, the sky gradually darkened, and it came.

The old **** in front of him was the chief **** in front of the emperor, Grandpa Hai. He looked at Ye Meixi in front of him, bowed his head and said, "His Royal Highness, the emperor has announced you to go to the Royal Garden."

"Okay, my Highness will go now." Ye Meixi answered kindly. For him, what he can do now is to prevent others from raising doubts, especially Prince Ye Ziran.

"Okay, the old slave will immediately go and report to the emperor." Daddy Hai replied with his throat, and then retreated.

Ye Meixi looked at Xianghan, "Go and get the red silk."

"His Royal Highness, what do you want red silk for?" Xiang Han asked from the side.

"How can your father think of me, the prince who was forgotten by him, but it is because my mother concubine must have said that I inherited her stunts back then and let me go and perform." Ye Meixi was young. So he suffered.

His mother concubine is the most favored concubine of the emperor. It stands to reason that this prince must also be favored. However, he has been indifferent since childhood because his mother and concubine are jealous of all those who look better than her, regardless of Was it a woman or a man, and he just inherited her stunning appearance, so she went in front of the emperor and said that he had an ominous sign since he was a child and could not get close to the emperor, so that he would end up like what he is now field.

He couldn't help but feel funny, how can there be a mother in this world who is jealous of her child's beauty?

However, this is often the case. His mother and concubine then gave birth to two children, one is him, and the other is a younger sister who is two years younger than her. Xiyue is even more beautiful, and she is born with strangeness. Xiang, at the age of thirteen, had already become Wu Yueguo’s first beauty. The queen mother was jealous of her appearance and tried to kill her, but he tried to resolve it, but after all, he did not escape. Watching his own sister be tainted to death, but there is nothing he can do. He can clearly remember the eyes that Xiyue looked at him when he was dying. They were full of resentment and pain. Until that moment, he did not understand that his own How terrible the mother is, he and Yuyue are her own flesh and blood.

Thinking of this, his hands were tight and tight, and in early summer he brought the red silk, and Xianghan followed Ye Meixi out of the bedroom, and walked slowly towards the Imperial Garden.

In the imperial garden, the sound of dancing and music can be heard from a distance, as well as the charming and groaning voice of women.

The emperor of Wuyue Kingdom was obsessed with beauty all day long, not going to the morning dynasty all day long, singing songs every night, dreaming of death.

When Ye Meixi was very young, she was trapped in a dark room by her mother and concubine. As long as her concubine didn’t go well, she would hang him upside down on the beam of the room and beat him with a whip. At that time, she had no resentment, but Because she is his relative in this world, no matter what she does to him, she is her own mother.

However, he was wrong, a big mistake, only because of his intolerance, he watched his mother hand her daughter to the hands of a group of beasts, raped to death, and watched her son get killed. Abandoned martial arts, poisoned and died.

If it were not for him to take the antidote earlier, if it were not for him to survive by chance, now, he has been killed in Huangquan, but his mother and concubine are still singing and dancing, and be her concubine.

Ye Meixi stepped into the imperial garden, and saw the man hugging left and right in the pavilion, wearing a dragon robe, laughing loudly, and beside him, the charming and charming woman was his mother and concubine.

He condensed all his emotions and walked forward step by step until he reached the pavilion, and said respectfully, "My child sees the father."

"It's Xi'er." The man in front of him was stunned, looking at Ye Meixi in front of him, and a touch of surprise appeared between his eyebrows. Your mother and concubine are unwell now, so, how about calling you to come and perform?"

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