This Lord is Too Cruel

Xing Wuyun's bright eyes flashed with a faint light of calculation, and then leaned on the table weakly, raised his eyes, and looked at Feng Aotian lazily, "Master, they all have courtyards, why don't the ministers?"

Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at Xing Wuyun, "Want a courtyard?"

"Well, otherwise, where does the minister sleep?" Xing Wuyun raised his eyes slightly, looking at Feng Aotian's cold eyes approaching her, still in a lazy posture.

Feng Aotian's eyebrows were slightly bent, and then he raised his hand and stroked the tie between his hair, and then gently pulled, and the ink-like hair was scattered and draped over her body. She hooked up a strand and played with it, "Master's courtyard can They are all for the beauties of the Lord, you..."

Xing Wuyun stretched out his hand, patted Feng Aotian's hand, gathered up his hair, and then tied it with a hair tie, "Since the prince did not sleep in the court, the minister left."

Then he got up and walked outside.

Feng Aotian didn't stop him, thinking about what he was thinking about, avoiding her like a snake, and sticking to her again. It was really getting more and more interesting.

Xing Wuyun also felt that he was blatantly guilty of being cheap, so how could he suddenly say something like that? Isn't it because there is no silver three hundred taels? A fool can understand, isn't that suggesting something to her?

He flew away from the Prince Regent’s mansion a little sullenly, wandering slowly on the street, and then returned to the restaurant. Wei Zimo had already gone to rest, but he returned to the room prepared earlier, lying on the bed, but tossing and turning. I couldn't sleep, so I kicked the quilt away and walked out of the room boredly, sitting in the courtyard and looking up at the stars.

Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Aotian's eyebrows with cold stern, his eyes flashed with sadness, for Xing Wuyun, now he is more and more unable to see through, maybe, their own secrets are hidden in their hearts.

Lan Jingshu looked at Feng Aotian and Mu Hanjin, now that he has done what he should do, it is time to quit, and then respectfully said, "Master, the minister retire first."

Feng Aotian looked at Lan Jingshu, then at Mu Hanjin, and said with a smile, "Didn't you say that the lotus in the Jinxuan Pavilion is open? How about going there if you are in a mood today?"

Lan Jingshu raised his eyes, stared at her smiling face, and said, "Yes."

Mu Hanjin looked at Lan Jingshu, then at Feng Aotian, counting the days. It will be the day when he vomits blood tomorrow. He smiled and said, "The prince, the minister will return to the'Wind' clan tomorrow."

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Tomorrow you are going to vomit blood again, what are you going to do there?"

"Because I have been unable to find time these days, I didn't go back, and many things need to be dealt with by ministers." Mu Hanjin's brows and eyes were slightly bent, and she said lightly.

Feng Aotian was silent for a moment, and then looked at him, "If you don’t want to say some things, the Lord won’t ask too much. However, it’s best not to wait until the Lord finds out before you tell the truth. Otherwise, the Lord’s side is not. You will want someone who is not sincere to your master."

Mu Hanjin curled up slightly behind her sleeve, her eyes flashing softly, "Master, the minister did not hide anything."

Feng Aotian stopped talking, stepped forward, holding his hand, "After tomorrow morning, you can go."

"Thank you, Lord." Mu Hanjin looked at her. The more she was, the less he couldn't tell the truth, so he took this secret and stayed with her quietly until the end of her life.

Feng Aotian stopped talking, then got up, holding Mu Hanjin in one hand, holding Lan Jingshu's hand in the other hand, leaving the bedroom, the three of them wandered in the corridor of the palace, Yue Danfeng In the Qing Dynasty, the evening breeze was blowing the blue silk of the three people, and they walked to Jinxuan Pavilion about half a stick of incense.

Jingxi, who was waiting outside the courtyard, waited for the master to return, and saw the three of them from a distance. They hurriedly held the lights and greeted them, "The slave sees the lord and the concubine."

Feng Aotian nodded and then walked forward, Jinxuan Pavilion was a different sight than Qinghui Pavilion.

As soon as he entered the hospital, what was greeted was a crimson hibiscus. Feng Aotian stepped forward and looked at the hibiscus all over the courtyard. He chuckled, "Three drunk hibiscus, such a rare treasure, can be found in your place. see."

Lan Jingshu said with a slight blessing, "It was planted by the minister himself, and it is now the second flowering."

"Well, don't be wonderful." Feng Aotian turned his eyes and looked at Lan Jingshu. It is rare for him to have such an elegant taste. These three drunken hibiscus bloom white flowers in the morning, and the flowers turn pink at noon, and then turn to crimson in the evening. , It is difficult to plant, he can cultivate and live, and it is really not easy to grow so vigorously and brightly.

Mu Hanjin looked at the lotus in front of him, slowly stepped forward, stood beside Feng Aotian, raised his hand, lightly touched the lotus petals in front of him, and muttered, "Bingming jade is natural color, desolate and spelled as a Westwind guest. Refusing to marry Dongfeng, the frosty dew is diligent. The green window is cleaned up late, and the glass lamp is smiled. The dressing table is on the slanting day, and the wine is red and sleepy."

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Master remembers that last time, you wrote an inscription on the chrysanthemum picture. Today, let's write your inscription."

Only then did Mu Hanjin remember that picture of chrysanthemums, and then again to the scene at that time, Ruyu's face was covered with a layer of pink, it was really countless wood hibiscus by the water, and the color of rouge was not strong. Just as the beauty was drunk at the beginning, she forced her blue mirror to wear makeup.

Lan Jingshu has ordered Jingxi to prepare for the Four Treasures of the study. He raised his eyes and looked at the two people under Hua Qianyue. Their warm and moist eyes flashed indifferently. In his opinion, today's days are compared to those two years. It could not be better.

Feng Aotian turned his eyes and looked at Lan Jingshu's eyes. The light in that light was relieved. With a light wave of her palm, Lan Jingshu's body leaned forward and fell into her arms.

She lowered her head and looked at his appearance in the moonlight, the unspeakable Danyue Qi Hua, looking like this, it was a bit bright.

Lan Jingshu also met her cold phoenix eyes, but there was a bottomless gloom, which made him shudder and didn't dare to move.

Feng Aotian smiled in a low voice, raised his hand, drew his fingertips across his warm lips, raised his eyes and looked at Mu Hanjin, "His lips feel warmer than yours."

Mu Hanjin was startled slightly, and then smiled lightly, "Master, are you saying that Chen's lips are cold?"

"It's dry." Feng Aotian nodded, then lowered his head, printed on the lips of Lan Jingshu, not like Mu Hanjin's coldness, not like Ye Meixi's delicate beauty, not like Xing Wuyun's slippery, but she is used to it. The warm jade touched is very comfortable.

Lan Jingshu had never been kissed by Feng Aotian before. He vaguely remembered that when she kissed herself for the first time, it was still in that cave. It was the first time that she used her lips to feed her concoction. he……

His fan-like eyelashes were covered with a layer of mist, and his eyes stared blankly at her slightly squinted eyes. Now he feels that he has lost consciousness and his body is floating...

Feng Aotian left his lips and added a bit along the way, seeming to be tasting, looking at Mu Hanjin, "Sure enough, it's different."

Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Aotian's expression, and laughed in a low voice, "Master, are you disgusting the minister?"

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, "What do you think?"

"The minister is right." Mu Hanjin said, turning around, looking at the hibiscus flower in front of him, and then at the Four Treasures of the Study, "Master, let Jingshu paint for you."

"Okay." Feng Aotian let go of Lan Jingshu, staring at him in a daze, with a twitch at the corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand, and patted his shoulder, "Han Jin, your daze is now transferred to him."

Mu Hanjin looked at Lan Jingshu, and understood that some things would happen after all. How many people who entered this palace of the Regent would survive intact? Now, although the prince is no longer the same as her, how can these individuals say that they can leave when they leave.

As Lan Jingshu listened, she quickly bowed her head, a blush on her face, then turned around, walked in front of the four treasures of the study that Jingxi had prepared, and then picked up a pen, looking at the hibiscus flower in front of her, but she couldn't get the pen. All that appeared in the middle was Feng Aotian's smile. She was even more handsome under the moon, and he couldn't help but want to draw her into the painting.

Feng Aotian watched him stand still, then stepped forward, standing behind him, covering his hand on the paper with one hand, and holding the pen with him tightly with the other hand, and the two of them became so intimate. Embracing the ground, Lan Jingshu's whole person seemed to have fallen into the abyss. For a moment, at a loss, he lowered his head and looked at the white and slender fingers holding his hand, as if carrying some kind of Magic force also pulled his heart, and moved his hands with her. After a while, a hibiscus flower appeared on the paper, and Feng Aotian let go, and then said, "You will paint the rest."

Lan Jingshu lowered his head and looked at the hibiscus flower on the painting. Although it was only one, it seemed that there were thousands of hibiscus flowers looming. He also reflected his mind in the painting, then started to paint intently.

Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at Mu Hanjin, lying in the rocking chair on one side, "Blow for the master."

"Yes." Mu Hanjin replied, and looked at Jingxi. He hurriedly stepped into the house and took out a white jade flute.

Feng Aotian smiled in a low voice, "You two are really inseparable."

Mu Hanjin took Bai Yuxiao, and then turned around. The moon white robe moved with the wind. Compared with the bright moonlight in the night sky, it was more graceful and graceful. In a blink of an eye, he was already standing under a willow tree, his body leaning slightly. , Moonlight is clear, graceful like a jade figure, abundance and handsome, revealing an extraordinary indifference.

The sound of the flute is melodious and deep, and the breeze is faintly, when people play the colored flute, the sky is greeted by the green clouds, the song is not returning, and the rest is left with the name of jade.

Feng Aotian shook the rocking chair comfortably, the sound of flute reverberated in his ears, the fragrance of flowers overflowed, the song ended, Mu Hanjin moved his wrist, flicked his sleeve robe, and Yu Xiao turned, he walked slowly towards Feng Aotian , Squatting, leaning on her side, "Master, the minister is finished."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, opened his eyes, and saw that Lan Jingshu had finished writing, and then looked at the portrait in front of him, also startled, raised his eyes, and looked at Feng Aotian with interest. .

He quickly bowed his head and said respectfully, "Master, the minister has done it."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian replied lightly, then got up on the rocking chair, took Mu Hanjin's hand, walked forward unhurriedly, raised his eyes, and saw the painting in front of him, Furong Jinxiu, but , But only one more comfortable Anta figure.

Feng Aotian looked at the painting, looked sideways, and looked at Mu Hanjin, "Added that poem."

"Yes." Mu Hanjin put Yuxiao on one side, then lifted the pen to write down the poem by Shi Caiyin. Feng Aotian lifted the pen on one side and said, "The direction of the heart, the direction of the body. "

When Lan Jing's calligraphy was painting, he also did it with his own mood. Just because of the talent, what appeared in his mind was the picture in front of him, so he painted it, and looked at Feng Aotian's final money, and his eyes flashed strangely. .

"After a few days, I will go to Qinghui Pavilion and paint Haitang." Feng Aotian looked at Lan Jingshu, smiled lightly, lowered his head, and brushed across the corner of his lips. Your portrait."

Lan Jingshu quickly looked down, and felt that the weather tonight was extremely hot. He took a step back slowly, "Chen Gong sent the lord."

Feng Aotian smiled, took Mu Hanjin's hand, turned around, and left Jinxuan Pavilion.

Lan Jingshu stood in place like a sculpture. He was stunned for a long time. He was awakened by a cold wind. Then he looked down and looked at the portrait in front of him, the person on it, and the balance. He raised his finger and covered it. Putting his lips on, he quickly rolled up the scroll in front of him, then turned around and walked into the room.

Feng Aotian and Mu Hanjin walked side by side on the way back to the bedroom, "Tomorrow, you don't have to avoid the master, you will be forced to do so."

Mu Hanjin's heart warmed, and she knew that she knew that she didn't want her to spy on anything. Thinking about this, he stopped, opened his hands, hugged Feng Aotian in his arms, and sucked her deeply. The unique breath, "The prince, everything that the minister has has been given to the prince, and everything the minister does is for the prince. No matter what is hidden, it is because the prince only has the prince in his heart."

Feng Ao Tian's thin waist was placed on his thin waist, and his chin rested on his weak shoulders. He was much thinner than before. She suddenly felt distressed and said in a deep voice, "If you lose weight anymore, my grandfather I lost you."

Mu Hanjin smiled softly, and then said, "The minister will not lose weight anymore."

The next day, as usual, Xing Wuyun rushed to the Prince Regent’s mansion early in the morning, walked into the palace in a stride, and sat beside Feng Aotian, eating breakfast quietly.

Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at him, "Hey, did you go to the brothel last night?"

Xing Wuyun was startled, and looked sideways at her, "Wei Zimo's bed is uncomfortable."

"That's the best restaurant in Beijing." Feng Aotian continued, "Hey, why do you always come here to have breakfast? Wei Zimo is hungry for you."

"Wei Zimo's food is awful." Xing Wuyun looked sideways and looked at Feng Aotian, feeling a little irritable. He didn't know what was going on. He just felt that everything from the Regent Palace was better than Wei Zimo's. He was wicked.

"I didn't see anything interesting in the palace last night?" Feng Aotian looked at Xing Wuyun and said slowly.

"The prince knows, and he asked the minister what he did." Xing Wuyun replied unhappily.

Feng Aotian looked at him like this, kicked him, but was blocked by Xing Wuyun, then raised his head and looked at her, "Master, why do you move your foot to the minister?"

Feng Aotian raised his hand and slapped Xing Wuyun with another palm, and said in a deep voice, "Master not only moves his feet, but also hands."

Xing Wuyun raised his eyebrows, then got up, drank the last sip of soup, and then respectfully said, "The minister first retire." After saying that, he turned around and left.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Hey, what's wrong with this kid?"

"I don't know." Mu Hanjin and Lan Jingshu looked at each other and shook their heads together.

Feng Aotian snorted coldly, then stopped breakfast and looked at Mu Hanjin, "What's the matter with Feng Qianning?"

"Master, have you forgotten?" Mu Hanjin asked immediately.

"I don't remember." Feng Aotian shook his head. In her impression, there seemed to be no such person.

"She is your imperial sister, but her biological mother is an unfavored concubine. She lives in a remote dormitory, and she rarely enters or exits the dormitory. Two years ago, the first emperor wanted her to go to Qiguo. But when the first emperor died suddenly, and she somehow got a serious illness and became demented. Except for an old maid and two maids who waited on her, almost no one cares." Mu Han Jin replied carefully.

Feng Aotian thought, "Why did Feng Qianning sneak into the Queen Mother's palace late at night and play tricks on the Queen Mother?"

"I don't know about this," Mu Hanjin shook her head.

"The minister knows." Xing Wuyun, who had gone back and forth, sat beside her and said.

"Didn't you roll?" Feng Aotian looked at Xing Wuyunshi's gloomy face. Now, the clouds have dispersed and the sky has become clear, thinking that this person has really become fast enough.

"The prince, Princess Qianning should be pretending to be stupid, and she deliberately appeared in front of the minister several times, must tell the prince something through the minister." Xing Wuyun looked at Feng Aotian, and then said, "That day, She suddenly pulled the minister, and then, the mother next to her mentioned the word queen mother, Princess Qianning was scared and ran away. The minister also felt strange at the time, but he was unwilling to be nosy, so, I didn't go into it deeply, but what happened last night made the minister feel that Princess Qianning seemed to know the secret of the Queen Mother."

Feng Aotian looked at Xing Wuyun with a calm face, "Now, the palace is full of the eyeliner of the queen mother, and if this king goes there, it will definitely attract people's attention. Tonight, you will bring her."

"Yes." Xing Wuyun nodded, then got up, "The minister resigned."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian looked at Xing Wuyun's leaving figure, "Let's go."

Before dawn, Mu Hanyao arrived on the other side of the river, and then straightened his men and horses, looked at the topographical map, and a rare smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Well, yes, along this road, within three days, you can To the southwest."

Leng Peihan stood by and handed the water to Mu Hanyao, "Brother Hanyao, take a drink."

Mu Hanyao looked at Leng Peihan, waved his hand, and then looked at Li Su, "Let's rest for an hour before setting off. During this time, will any soldiers feel unwell?"

"No." Li Su shook his head and said with a smile, "The medicine the regent gave is really powerful, and no one has experienced seasickness."

Mu Hanyao thought that she could be thousands of miles away, and still have a decisive victory. He explored the situation and devised a strategy. Thinking of the situation in Lianghuai, he turned his eyes and looked at the soldier in front of him, although , After a night of shipwreck, each of them was still full of energy, without any fatigue, the corner of his eyes smiled deeply.

Li Su looked at Mu Hanyao in front of him and chuckled again, "General, the general will prepare first."

"Yeah." Mu Hanyao nodded and continued to look at the map.

Leng Peihan stood aside, looking at Mu Hanyao’s expression, thinking, whenever he mentioned the regent, his expression would change. Her eyes flashed with a low tone, remembering what Han Jin had said. Is she really going to give up? However, she really didn't want to.

Mu Hanyao looked sideways, looked at Leng Peihan, and asked in a low voice, "Can you hold on?"

"Yeah." Leng Peihan nodded, and then asked in a low voice, "Brother Hanyao, you know my personality. You have never blamed the extravaganza. Can I ask you a few things?"

"Well, just ask." Mu Hanyao nodded.

"In the heart of Brother Hanyao, have you liked me?" Although Leng Peihan was a little shy, he asked in a low voice without half-dead twitching.

"I always treat you as a little sister." Mu Hanyao also replied unabashedly.

"What about Hanyao's brother to the regent?" Leng Peihan's eyebrows flashed with sadness, and then he asked.

"She is a king, I am a minister, and that's it." Mu Hanyao looked at Leng Peihan and said in a deep voice.

Leng Peihan stared at Mu Hanyao and couldn't help sighing, "I'm just a little unwilling. I feel that I have always liked Brother Hanyao. Over the years, I have no time to see you. Now, I just want to ask in person. If this is the case, I can also cut off my thoughts. Since Brother Hanyao is unintentional to me, then, how about I be Brother Hanyao's sister in the future?"

Mu Hanyao stretched out his hand and touched her head, "You are my sister in the first place."

Although Leng Peihan was sad, he was not a muddle-headed temper, but he had this knot in his heart and had been entangled forever. Now that he understands the question, he won't be entangled anymore.

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"Brother Hanyao, but I still want to follow you to the southwest. Although I am a woman, I also want to fight and kill the enemy like my brother and Brother Hanyao. I don’t want to be locked in my boudoir all day and do some delicate contrition. Things." Leng Peihan looked at Mu Hanyao and said in a loud voice.

Mu Hanyao looked at Leng Peihan and laughed in a low voice, "Oh, it's the same as your brother."

"That is." Leng Peihan smiled brightly, "However, Brother Hanyao, the regent is really not easy. Now Feng Guo is full of defects. I didn't expect that she could still have such a method. I was right. She admires it, although I once really hated her."

Mu Hanyao looked at Leng Peihan, thinking that a woman could say such an evaluation of her, then, what about him?

After a little rectification, Mu Hanyao led his troops to the southwest.

Feng Ao’s world was in the early dynasty, and instead of going back to the palace, he went to Wei Zimo’s place. Since he said he wanted to rob, he had to be prepared. I thought that the last time I met was late at night, but I really didn’t see clearly. Wei Zimo's appearance.

As usual, Mu Hanjin and Lan Jing went to the Inspectorate for business, and then went back to the palace to review the memorial.

"Is the imperial examination matter already settled now?" Lan Jingshu asked, sitting on the carriage, looking at the letter in his hand.

"Still not enough." Mu Hanjin shook her head.

Lan Jingshu looked at him, "Do you really want to let women enter the court as officials?"

"What the prince meant." Mu Hanjin looked at Lan Jingshu, "If we really let women enter the court as officials, it is estimated that there will be some changes."

"Naturally." Lan Jingshu frowned slightly, "First of all, I feel uncomfortable."

"What's wrong?" Mu Hanjin raised her eyebrows, looked at him, and asked in a low voice.

"Women should be at home with husbands and children, gentle but talented." Lan Jingshu smiled lightly.

"Then what kind of woman do you think is suitable for the court?" Mu Hanjin raised her eyes, looked at Lan Jingshu, and asked gently.

Lan Jingshu followed Mu Hanjin's words and remembered Feng Aotian's appearance in women's clothing in Lianghuai, bright and moving, stunningly beautiful, charming with a cold temperament, people looked from a distance, and wanted to surrender. The illusion under her feet, if such a woman enters the court as an official, he will definitely be willing.

"What are you thinking about?" Mu Hanjin looked at Lan Jingshu in a daze, remembering what Feng Aotian said last night, and then said with a low smile, "How can you learn to start staying now?"

"It's nothing, just think of the situation when the prince was dressed in women's clothing in Lianghuai." Lan Jingshu looked at Mu Hanjin, and a touch of unnaturalness flashed through her gentle and jade face.

Mu Hanjin was taken aback for a moment, then looked at him, "The prince wears women's clothing? Why?"

"Investigate the case." Lan Jingshu said, "Your eldest brother and Ye Meixi have seen it too."

"I want to see it," Mu Hanjin said with interest, "How does the prince look like a man dressed as a woman?"

Lan Jingshu looked at him, "When the prince wears it, you will see it for yourself."

"Do you think there will be opportunities like this?" Mu Hanjin said with some regret.

"I can only say that if there is a woman entering the dynasty as an official, it should be so." Lan Jingshu gave the most pertinent evaluation.

Mu Hanjin raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at Lan Jing's book, "Go back to draw and show me later."

Lan Jingshu was taken aback for a moment, "Draw it down? I still have a rare life."

"Don't let the prince see it." Mu Hanjin looked at Lan Jingshu, "I can hardly imagine what the prince would look like in women's clothing, but unfortunately, I didn't go there."

Lan Jingshu looked at Mu Hanjin with such an expression, thinking that he was really trapped. Now, even if the prince sneezed, he would think that the sound was very beautiful.

"By you." Lan Jingshu replied helplessly, and for some reason, he wanted to draw it in his heart.

Mu Hanjin looked at Lan Jingshu, and was about to thank him. She felt a pain in her heart. She turned around and took the silk handkerchief out and put it on her mouth. There was a pool of scarlet-colored silk handkerchief wet with white.

Lan Jingshu looked forward and saw the shocking red color on the silk kerchief. He couldn't help but startled, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, but it's just resuming martial arts, and it's just a bit of vomiting blood." Mu Hanjin quickly put away the silk pavilion, looked at Lan Jingshu, and said lightly.

"You can't lie to me." Lan Jingshu looked at him, "You always bury your own suffering in your heart. This temperament really makes people love and hate."

Mu Hanjin looked at Lan Jingshu and patted him weakly on the shoulder, "I only have the prince in my heart, so forget it."

Lan Jing Book wanted to wave his hand away, but looking at his haggard appearance, he raised his hand, "You, lie down well, and talk about it later when you return home."

"Yeah." Mu Hanjin nodded slightly, then lay in the carriage, raised his wrist, and saw that the red line in his palm was longer, and he quickly covered it with his sleeve.

Lan Jingshu looked at him and shook his head helplessly, not knowing what to say.

Feng Aotian also sensed that Mu Hanjin was vomiting blood again, his eyes flashed with helplessness, thinking that he didn't want her to see what he was like now, simply, and no longer deliberately, he arrived in a blink of an eye. At the restaurant, the restaurant is still empty. Compared with the crowd of guests in the past, it is hard to bear to look directly at it now.

The shopkeeper raised his eyes to see the incoming person, and hurriedly stepped forward to greet him. He didn't dare to neglect a little, "Caomin see the lord."

"Well, where is your master?" Feng Aotian asked immediately.

"Upstairs." The shopkeeper answered, and then he turned sideways and guided Feng Aotian upstairs.

"Master, please!" The shopkeeper stood at the door and pushed the door to signal Feng Aotian to enter.

Feng Aotian stepped inside, and saw the enchanting red sitting under the bead curtain. He raised his eyes and looked at her, "Master, what happened this time?"

Feng Aotian looked at this person, really arrogant, seeing that she didn't have any rules, and asked directly what she was coming from. She took the folding fan in her hand, supported the table with one hand, and the chin with the other hand, through the beads. Curtain, looking at Wei Zimo in the bead curtain.

This red body is a bit more ethereal than Ye Meixi’s. I really can’t see her face through the veil. However, the look in her eyes, although enchanting, is cold, she still likes Ye Meixi’s charming and enchanting , Thinking about it, suddenly missed Ye Meixi very much, not knowing how he is now.

Ye Meixi was lying bored on the soft couch, staring in a daze at the portrait of Feng Aotian painted by himself. Suddenly, he felt itchy in his nose and sneezed. He turned around, and then pressed the painting on him. Under this person, he stroked Feng Aotian's face, "Master, are you thinking about Meixi?"

Looking at Feng Aotian, Wei Zimo was clearly looking at himself, but how could his eyes seem to be thinking of others? A flash of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

Feng Aotian sighed quietly, then withdrew his mind and looked at Wei Zimo, "Do you want the Lord to tell the truth, or is it a lie?"

"What is the lie?" Wei Zimo looked at her through the bead curtain, thinking about seeing him. Is there so many reasons?

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, and then said, "He has a crush on you."

The cinnabar between Wei Zimo's eyebrows flashed with enchanting brilliance, and a cold gaze shot straight out of the bead curtain, Feng Aotian still smiled, greeted that gaze, "You made the master tell lies."

"What about the truth?" Wei Zimo took a deep breath, his tone was still pleasing to the ear, melodious and melodious, but with a hint of anger.

"That's the truth..." Feng Aotian dragged a long tone, then her figure flashed, and the bead curtain made a crisp sound. She had already entered the bead curtain, standing in front of Wei Zimo, reaching out...

Wei Zimo's figure spun lightly, and then fell ten steps away from her, with her back facing her, "Master, please respect yourself."

"Master has always been like this to beauties." Feng Aotian put his hands around his chest, thinking of the man in front of him with extremely high martial arts, the enchanting posture standing in front of her with his back to her, the body is very good, just saw that pair The eyes are very beautiful and moving, with seven points of enchantment, three points of coldness, excellent, the skin can be broken by blows, excellent, although the hidden features are not clearly seen, they can still say for sure, this person's body The appearance is excellent.

"If the prince is fine, please go back." Wei Zimo said and flew away.

Feng Aotian hurriedly flew up, followed him, Wei Zimo immediately entered the backyard house, the doors and windows were also closed, Feng Aotian stood outside the door, leaning against the door, "The truth of the Lord has not been finished yet. ."

"Let's talk about it." Wei Zimo's voice came from inside the house, still lukewarm.

Feng Aotian replied in a loud voice, "The truth is, I want to **** you."

Wei Zimo sat at the table, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked under the veil, and a shadow flashed across his eyes. His enchanting posture showed a thousand graces, and he did not reply.

Feng Aotian didn't speak, then turned around and left.

After Feng Aotian left, Wei Zimo asked coldly, "How much is left in the industry today?"

"From yesterday to today, another 10% was recovered by the regent." The shopkeeper quickly replied.

"Good means." Wei Zimo sneered. "It seems that your Highness has raised a bunch of waste."

"Damn your subordinates." The shopkeeper knelt down quickly and whispered.

Wei Zimo poured a cup of tea on his own, drank it slowly, rubbing the cup with green onion-like fingers, and then said, "Master Pai is watching. If it is taken back again, he will take it back for his Highness."

"Yes." The shopkeeper hurriedly responded, and then retired.

Wei Zimo put down the cup in his hand, then turned around and walked into the inner hall, and the cup that was placed had already turned into a mass of powder.

Mu Hanjin and Lan Jingshu sat in the carriage, turned a street, and then returned to the palace.

"How is your body?" Lan Jingshu asked worriedly.

"It's much better." Mu Hanjin is now waiting to return to the palace to adjust her breath.

Suddenly, a black shadow fell, and the violent palm wind slashed towards the carriage. Mu Hanjin noticed something was wrong, and quickly rushed out of the carriage with Lan Jingshu, and then the two rolled to the ground, and the carriage was shattered.

He raised his eyes and looked at the dark shadow in front of him. He suddenly shot out a cold look at Lan Jingshu, "Go back to the palace."

"Who is he?" Lan Jingshu looked at the person in front of him, martial arts must be very high, and he looked at Mu Hanjin uneasy.

"I don't know." Mu Hanjin shook his head. He sent someone to check his trace, but found nothing. Unexpectedly, he met him again now.

Lan Jingshu also felt strange, looking at the person in front of him, then at Mu Hanjin, "You have to be careful."

"Yeah." Mu Hanjin nodded.

Lan Jingshu got up from the ground, turned around to leave, but heard a cold voice, "Neither of them want to leave."

Then, the black shadow in front of him flew around, his palms condensed his internal strength, calling Mu Hanjin and Lan Jingshu.

Mu Hanjin hurriedly pushed Lan Jingshu away, and then raised his palm, wanting to take the palm, but saw a figure fall, embraced him in his arms, and then avoided the palm.

He raised his eyes and looked at the person in front of him, his eyes flashed with tenderness, "Master..."

Feng Aotian looked at him, then pushed him into Lan Jingshu's arms, "Let me see."

"Yes." Lan Jingshu responded, and then stood aside with Mu Hanjin's support.

Feng Aotian flew up and met the man in the ghostly mask. The two held hands, and then they heard a "roar", and the two immediately fell.

"Who are you?" Feng Aotian landed lightly, his eyes flashing coldly.

The man wearing the ghost mask shot out a gloomy light, staring at Feng Aotian, then slapped Feng Aotian with another palm, then turned and left.

Feng Aotian took the palm of the wind with a palm, then waved it out, turned around, looked at Lan Jingshu and Mu Hanjin, "Are you both okay?"

"It's okay." Mu Hanjin smiled lightly, then looked at Feng Aotian, "Master, are you okay?"

"He can't get to the Lord." Feng Aotian stretched out his hand and took Mu Hanjin into his arms. Holding Lan Jingshu in one hand, the three flew to the Regent's Palace.

Feng Aotian hugged Mu Hanjin into the bedroom, put him on the soft couch, lowered his head, and watched the red line on his wrist was a bit longer than the last time he saw it, his eyes flashed coldly, as if he was aware What happened, but still endured without saying anything.

She turned her eyes and looked at Lan Jingshu, "Come here."

"Yes." Lan Jingshu looked at Feng Aotian's gloomy expression, and seemed to have returned to his former coldness. He habitually raised a trace of fear, then bowed his head and walked forward.

Feng Aotian watched him walking slowly, then stretched out his hand to drag him into his arms, raised his left arm, only heard a brittle sound, Lan Jingshu had no time to make a sound, and Feng Aotian stopped. Put him on the soft couch, "The arm is dislocated, and still bear it, can't you see it as a master?"

Lan Jingshu was slightly startled, and then curled his eyebrows. He only worried about Mu Hanjin, and forgot that his arm had been dislocated, but she unexpectedly... thinking about this, but there was a trace of warmth in her heart. .

Feng Aotian looked at the two people in front of him, thinking about who the man with the ghost mask was and why he attacked her man again and again, and then looked at Mu Hanjin, "In the future, when you vomit blood, you will give it to the master. Stay steadily in the palace, or follow the Lord."

"Yes." Mu Hanjin nodded, then got up, sat cross-legged, and began to exercise his strength to heal the injury.

Feng Aotian turned his eyes and looked at Father Feng on his side, "Add more manpower. If the ghostly man is brought in for the master, beware that the master will break you."

"Yes." Father Feng knew that now the prince was angry and quickly responded.

After Xing Wuyun walked to the palace, he heard that the queen mother's palace was very quiet, and the queen mother was in the palace all day. I heard that her entire face was swollen, and she was afraid that she could not leave the palace for ten and a half months.

As the younger brother of the Queen Mother, he naturally wanted to visit. Therefore, he went to the Queen Mother’s palace, but was blasted out by the Queen Mother. Xing Wuyun felt that this younger brother was really shameless. More happy, Mr. Jiu no longer asked him to brush the jar, but let him stand in the courtyard for a whole day.

The smell of wine wafted over the courtyard, and he enjoyed it while he was standing while smelling it.

In the middle of the night, Mu Hanjin also recovered her complexion, then collected her strength, and got up from the soft couch, she saw Feng Aotian standing with her hands on her hands, standing outside the palace.

He turned his eyes and saw that Lan Jingshu had entered the study, reviewing the memorial.

He walked out of the bedroom and walked to her side, "Lord..."

"Are you hungry?" Feng Aotian turned his eyes, looked at him, his eyes were as usual, nothing wrong.

Mu Hanjin stretched out her hand, held her cold fingers, carefully rubbed her, and then embraced her in her arms, "Master..."

"Okay." Feng Aotian left his embrace, kissed lightly under the corner of his lips, and led him into the palace, "put the meal."

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