This Lord is Too Cruel

"Missing?" Feng Aotian's eyes dimmed, "Keep looking."

"Yes." The soul replied.

Feng Aotian turned his eyes and looked at Father Cat, "Let's go."

"Yes." Father Cat stepped forward, holding Feng Aotian's hand, and the two flew away.

Gu Yefeng looked at Lan Jingshu, "That girl Leng Peihan must have caused trouble."

Lan Jingshu looked at him, "Why do you see?"

"Does that need to be said? Her reckless temper, and her restlessness all day long, it is not to be blamed for not causing trouble." Gu Yefeng said naturally.

Lan Jingshu nodded slightly, "You, you are really hard-hearted."

Gu Yefeng snorted coldly, "My mouth is harder and my heart is harder."

Xing Wuyun looked at this person and said with a smile, "That's it, let's have a good chat."

"I'll accompany you to see the palace." Lan Jingshu looked at him and said.

"That's fine." Xing Wuyun stood up, because he was injured, he is now moving slower, not the same as before, but a bit more casual, handsome face, a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, those peach eyes Slightly curved, very attractive, at first glance, he is a romantic and suave noble son.

Meteor now can't disturb Father Cat's interest. Seeing that they are about to leave, he quickly jumped off the chair and grabbed Xing Wuyun's sleeve, "I want to go too."

Xing Wuyun looked down, looked at the shooting star, and nodded, "You can drink?"

"Of course." Meteor nodded, although he was not drinking well.

Xing Wuyun raised his eyes, looked at Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng, "Now that I am in this body, I can't drink even if I want to drink, so let him stop drinking."

Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng looked at the meteor, thinking that Xing Wuyun was really arbitrary. He is a child, how many glasses can he block?

However, in order not to disturb the interest of the people, it should be.

Meteor looked at Xing Wuyun and gave a thumbs up, "Very loyal."

Xing Wuyun raised his eyebrows and smiled more openly, "When did I call you a brother?"

Meteor laughed, patted his chest, hesitated too hard, coughed a few times, and then said, "Forget about talents, you and I are friends in chess. This deep friendship is rare."

Xing Wuyun spit out slowly, "Really affectionate...so friendship..."

Gu Yefeng was amused by the conversation between Meteor and Xing Wuyun. In the past, looking at Meteor was just a child, a talent, and seeing his exquisite chess skills, I felt that this little guy was somewhat capable.

Meteor turned his head and looked at Gu Yefeng, "What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing." Gu Yefeng stopped laughing, then looked at Xing Wuyun, "Brother Wuyun, let's go."

Xing Wuyun nodded, took the lead, stepped out of the imperial palace, raised his eyes, and looked at the huge palace in front of him. Once, he thought it would be a prison, but now, he feels that this is a love nest and belongs to him.

Lan Jingshu pushed Gu Yefeng, Xing Wuyun walked forward familiarly, and when he walked to Qinghui Palace, he took another look, "When he comes back, he has to drink a few drinks."

Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng also stopped at the same time. Looking at the scene in front of them, it seemed that Mu Hanjin had been here and had never left.

The meteor touched his chin and looked at it, wondering who is living in this palace?

"What are you looking at?" Meteor couldn't help but asked.

"Look at someone alone." Xing Wuyun said, looking down at the meteor.

"Who?" Meteor raised his head and looked at Xing Wuyun, curious.

"The emperor loves the most." Xing Wuyun said bluntly.

Meteor tilted his head, thinking, the emperor's most beloved people are gone, can it be better than this? Thinking that everyone is there, and only one person is not there, that is...

He suddenly enlightened him with a "Oh", and then pointed to Qinghui Palace, "What you wouldn't say is the wind... isn't it, it's the younger brother of Mu Hanyao, Mu Hanjin?"

Xing Wuyun looked at him, "You know a lot."

"That's natural. Next time I see Ye Meixi, I will definitely be annoyed at him, let him see, beside the Lord, there is another one who is more pampered than him." Meteor has hands on his hips, he is regarded as Ye Meixi. I hate it, and I don’t know why, when I see Ye Meixi, I feel that this person is a monster.

Xing Wuyun raised his eyebrows and looked at the shooting star, "Ye Meixi and Mu Hanjin, in the emperor's heart, the weight is equal, they are both people in the emperor's heart."

Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng were silent, what Xing Wuyun said, could it be considered a great gift for them to be favored by Feng Aotian?

Xing Wuyun was just talking casually, what seemed to be what he wanted, but in fact, no one knew the sourness in his words.

Meteor nodded, "Then I will have to go take a look."

Xing Wuyun was noncommittal, then turned around, walked forward, and walked slowly. The harem was divided into two houses, the east and the west. The west palace was the residence of the concubine Suri and the princess. Later, Feng Aotian entered the palace and the concubines of the west palace were buried. Some of the tombs guarding the mausoleum were moved to the palace of the partial courtyard. Therefore, the West Palace is now vacant, while the East Palace currently houses four people, including Mu Hanjin, Lan Jingshu, and Yi Mu. The bedroom that Ye Meixi left behind.

Xing Wuyun did not go east, but walked along the west side of Qinghui Palace, towards the first palace, raised his eyes, and looked at the words Xingyun Palace on it. He stopped for a moment and then moved inside. Although it is uninhabited, it is cleaned daily. The furnishings are elegant, especially the sweet-scented osmanthus that is now in full bloom in the courtyard.

He is holding a folding fan, wearing a goose-yellow brocade robe, with a smile at the corner of his mouth, standing next to the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, it is even more romantic, low alcohol but with a magnetic voice, he whispered, "The moon is falling in the laurel, the fragrance of heaven The clouds are floating."

Lan Jingshu stepped forward and looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in front of him. He felt that Xing Wuyun's temperament was extremely worthy. He looked free and unrestrained, but he was a little more elegant. He looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus in front of him, and the golden waves. Ye Jingui, while the sweet-scented osmanthus in front of him was crimson, he turned his eyes and looked at Gu Yefeng, "What kind is this?"

"This is an extremely rare variety called Cinnabar osmanthus." Gu Yefeng thought about this season, which is the day when the sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant. However, this cinnabar osmanthus is extremely rare. Unexpectedly, it was in the palace. Can be found in.

Xing Wuyun played with the folding fan in his hand and laughed, "I chose this place."

Lan Jingshu nodded, "It fits you perfectly."

Xing Wuyun raised his eyes, looked at the plaque outside the hall, and then looked to the sides without inscription, he then looked at Lan Jing's book, "Are there pens and ink?"

Lan Jingshu nodded and said, "I'll get it for you."

"Okay." Xing Wuyun replied, standing with his hands in his hands, his elegant figure, reflected in the moonlight, the sweet-scented osmanthus blooming on his side, the more and more fragrant, his whole person is like a laurel fairy, exuding traces of it. illusory.

Meteor looked at Xing Wuyun and seemed to be very interested. I wonder what poem he would write on it?

Lan Jingshu came over with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and placed it on a stone table on one side. Xing Wuyun turned around, held the ink brush, dipped in the ink, his wrist moved slightly, his body was light, and he flew up, the ink stained on the golden door joint On the top, he drew the charm of flowing clouds and flowing water, and his writing was just like his human beings, unrestrained and unrestrained, he then dropped down lightly, with a flick of his finger, the vermilion brush drew a graceful arc from the air and sat on the stone table.

Meteor raised his head, through the bright moonlight, he saw the words on it, and he said in a low voice, "Walk to the poor place and sit and watch the clouds rise."

"Okay." Gu Yefeng cheered loudly. This really lives up to his unruly temperament.

Lan Jingshu also nodded slightly. In this palace, everyone is looking for a law of survival that suits them, but Xing Wuyun is unique. He still does his own way without any restrictions.

Meteor stood beside Xing Wuyun, "You are really free and easy."

Xing Wuyun's charming pair of peach blossom eyes slightly bend, looking at the handwriting in front of him, he just wants to live out himself and be able to really do these two words free and easy.

Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng looked at each other, and then said, "I'm going to call Yi Mu, how about drinking and writing poetry under this laurel tonight?"

Xing Wuyun turned around and smiled, "Excellent."

Meteor obviously became more interested, "I heard that Jiu Gonggong has brewed a few pots of sweet-scented osmanthus, I really want to try it."

Listening to Xing Wuyun, he couldn't help being greedy. He quickly lifted his steps, and the walk was still slow. He just used light work, and some of the wounds were pulled. Fortunately, it didn't hurt. Now, he can no longer act arbitrarily.

"I will go to see the master and ask for an altar." Xing Wuyun said, and disappeared into the bedroom.

Gu Yefeng looked at Xing Wuyun's free and easy temperament with envy, "It's really rare for such a person to live in the harem willingly."

Lan Jingshu looked down and looked at him, "With care in my heart, I don't feel lonely."

Gu Yefeng nodded and said, yes, someone is destined to be their robbery, and they can't escape even if they want to.

Meteor sitting in front of the stone bench, looking up, admiring the night, thinking about the sweet-scented osmanthus stuffed.

Lan Jingshu looked at Gu Yefeng, "I will call Yi Mu."

"Well, let's go." Gu Yefeng replied, following the shooting stars, enjoying the beauty of this place.

Meteor looked sideways, looked at Gu Yefeng, lowered his head, looked at his legs, "If one day, you can go, where do you want to go?"

Hearing the sound of the meteor, Gu Yefeng was slightly startled, looking at him, "Walking all over the great rivers and mountains."

Meteor nodded, "A person?"

"With the one you love." Gu Yefeng looked at the meteor and said in a low voice, "Unfortunately, this is just a beautiful dream."

Meteor laughed, "My dreams will come true."

Gu Yefeng smiled quietly, only he knew how inferior it was that he couldn't walk.

Xing Wuyun went to the courtyard on his own and saw Mr. Jiu sitting in the courtyard, busy alive.

He raised a smile that turned all beings upside down, stepped forward slowly, and when he walked in front of Duke Jiu, he quickly arched his hands and said, "The disciple has seen Master."

Duke Jiu didn't look at him, but said coldly, "Is here to work?"

Xing Wuyun listened to Duke Jiu's words, first he was taken aback, and he hurriedly walked behind Duke Jiu and thumped his back fondly, "Hey, Master, you are not here for these days, how good are you?"

"Tear the wound?" Duke Jiu said coldly.

Xing Wuyun was startled, then smiled and replied, "Shi Cai moved his muscles and bones a bit, it was too hard."

Father Jiu gently raised his hand, his fingers were already on the edge of his chest, and the speed was extremely fast. He hadn't reacted yet. Father Jiu had stopped his hand. Xing Wuyun felt that his chest was not so painful, and the blood had stopped. He With a flattering smile, "Thank you very much, Master."

As soon as Mr. Jiu raised his hand, a jar of wine fell into his hand, and then stuffed it to Xing Wuyun, "Come over tomorrow morning to clean the jar. The past few months are piled up there."

Xing Wuyun turned his eyes and saw the mountain of wine jars piled up in the corner of the wall. He hurriedly weeped and hugged the wine jar, looking at Duke Jiu, "Master, this disciple is seriously injured."

Duke Jiu continued his merciless words, "With a teacher, you can't die."

Xing Wuyun smacked his mouth, obviously hurt, who is the wine father? He is a genius doctor, he said, he can't die, of course he can't disobey, and hastily lowered his head, and answered obediently, "Yes, Master, you will come back tomorrow."

As he said, he hugged the wine jar, walked a few steps outwards, turned his head, and saw that Mr. Jiu's face was still impermanent, and he continued to be busy, with a slight smile on his mouth.

After Xing Wuyun left, the corner of his mouth raised a gratifying smile, then got up and walked into the house.

When Xing Wuyun returned to his newly-chosen residence holding the wine jar, he saw that Yi Mu was already sitting at the stone table, enjoying the sweet-scented osmanthus with Lan Jingshu.

He smiled unabated, then stepped forward, placed the wine jar on the table, and looked at everyone, "Osmanthus scented."

Meteor couldn't wait to open the seal, holding the wine jar and sniffing it a few times, "Good wine."

Xing Wuyun raised his hand and patted his head, "Not a lot of drinks."

Meteor clutched his head and looked at Xing Wuyun, "Didn't you just say that I want me to stop the wine for you?"

"I don't need it now." Xing Wuyun sat down, filled the wine in front of him, and lifted it up. "Everything is silent, I will do it first."

After Xing Wuyun said, he raised his head, drank it, and then poured another cup, "Forget the past and start again."

As he said, he raised his head and drank another cup, and then poured the third cup. Everyone just raised the cup and looked at him, "Everyone has a drink together for another reunion."

Everyone looked at each other, smiled and clinked their glasses, then raised their heads to drink.

After the Meteor drank it, it felt very fragrant and delicious, and quickly poured another cup.

Yi Mu looked at Xing Wuyun, "I'm back this time, don't you leave?"

Xing Wuyun played with the wine glass in his hand, "My heart is already here, I can't go."

Listening to his words, Yi Mu raised his head and drank, faintly said, "Yangliuqing Qingjiang level, hear the singing of Langjiang.

Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny but sunny. "

"Your character is still the same." Xing Wuyun raised his glass, raised his head and drank, "How is your body?"

"Not bad or not." Yi Murou laughed, then poured another cup, "Come on, this cup is to congratulate you on your new life."

Xing Wuyun smiled, "Okay." As he said, he raised his head and drank.

Gu Yefeng looked at the two in front of him, then raised his glasses, "Are you two going to dominate this fine wine?"

Xing Wuyun turned his eyes, looked at Gu Yefeng, and said with a smile, "Naturally, the wine must be shared together."

Gu Yefeng also smiled heartily, and then toasted, "Although you and I have known each other's name since childhood, but have never seen each other, now, when I see it, I really live up to the prestige. Let's make a drink for you and me. "

"Okay." Xing Wuyun curled his lips and smiled, then clinked glasses with Gu Yefeng, raised his head and drank.

Lan Jingshu looked at Gu Yefeng and then at Yi Mu. He just laughed without saying a word, drinking alone in silence.

"Since there is yaxing, then I don't want to play a song, how about it?" Xing Wuyun slowly got up, he just saw that there was a flute in the palace, he took it out, raised his hand, and gently waved his clothes. Zi leaned against the stone pillar on the promenade on the side of the bay, curled up with one leg, and the autumn wind was blowing on his face.

Everyone listened quietly, and they could feel the freedom he yearned for and the hidden loneliness from the sound of his flute.

Yi Mu poured a cup of himself and smiled, "I never knew, he still plays the flute?"

"I don't know." Lan Jingshu looked at Yi Mu, "It's just because he has been drifting outside all these years, and he is no longer the Xing Wuyun of the year."

"Sure enough, he is a romantic talent." Gu Yefeng couldn't help but admired. This kind of handsome, free and unrestrained temperament, I am afraid that he will not learn it in this life.

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He raised his head and drank a glass. Meteor was already drunk, lying on the stone table, holding his head in one hand, holding the wine glass in the other, listening to the flute in his ear, smiling silly.

Lan Jingshu raised his glasses and looked at Gu Yefeng and Yi Mu, "Cheers to the hard-won fate of you and me."

Yi Mu and Gu Yefeng looked at each other and laughed. How proud they used to be, but now they are trapped in the palace for the sake of one person, with no regrets or regrets. Should they be fortunate? Should I regret it?

Just as people know themselves when they drink hot or cold water, only they can realize the joys and pains of this.

Feng Aotian and Mr. Mao went to the place where all the girls gathered, but found no abnormalities. Leng Peihan was still missing, so she took Mr. Mao back to the palace.

Father Cat didn't want to go back so early. First, he felt that he would not have the last moment. He still needed to wait. Second, he wanted to be alone with Feng Aotian for a while.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "If you and I were here, the murderer would definitely not dare to come."

Father Cat raised his eyes, looked at her, and nodded, "The minion understands."

Feng Aotian took him by the hand, instead of flying back to the palace, but the two wandering on the quiet street.

"Master, the slave really hopes to go on like this forever with the master." Father Cat leaned on Feng Aotian's shoulders and walked forward slowly.

Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at him, "If you like it, I will walk with you every night."

Father Cat gave a low laugh, "I'm afraid the master is too busy."

Feng Aotian wrapped him around his waist and embraced him, "As long as he has time, he will be with you."

Mr. Cat tilted his head and kissed her neck, "With the words of the master, the slave will be content."

Feng Aotian chuckled, "How come you don't know, when have you been so satisfied?"

Father Cat said with a smile, "No way, there are so many lovely people around the Lord, if the slave is still so eagerly pestering the master, the slave will definitely be rejected by the master."

Listening to the jealous smell of his words, Feng Aotian turned in place, pulled his head down, then kissed it, turning around, only her was left in his eyes, no others.

Father Cat lowered his head and leaned in her arms, "Master, is the slave too greedy."

Feng Aotian stroked his back, "Master likes your greed."

Father Cat sighed contentedly, "Master, the slave doesn't want to leave you."

"With a master, how can you leave?" Feng Aotian hooked his chin, drank lightly at the corner of his lips, squeezed his hand, and continued walking forward.

Father Cat followed Feng Aotian's side, staring at her profile, smiling, although she didn't say anything, but he knew that one day, he would leave her, no matter if it was a destiny, or Or it is forced.

Feng Aotian took his hand and walked like this until she entered the imperial palace, and heard the sound of a flute not far away. She looked at Mr. Cat, "Who plays the flute?"

"Minions don't know." Father Cat shook his head.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Go and prepare the soup for the master, and the master will check it out."

"Yes." Father Cat nodded, and then stepped out of the Imperial Palace.

Following the sound of the flute, Feng Aotian walked to the bedroom in front of him, raised his eyes, and looked at the bronzing font on it, "Xingyun Palace."

She then stepped inside, and what caught her eye was the beautiful scenery. Men of all colors were three-pointed drunk, sitting together three-pointers in confusion, the sweet-scented osmanthus blooming next to her, and the most striking thing was the corridor. The man leaning on his side was even more free and elegant.

She slowly stepped forward until she stood beside him. She didn't know that he could play the flute?

The sound of the flute was so quiet that it was really happy. She raised her hand and folded a sweet-scented osmanthus, with a clear voice, "It is hard to draw a solitary and lonely calyx with snow in the beginning. If there is fragrance, it is not a good thing. Even thin but cold. The flute and sorrowful listening, leaning on the branch to look at the sick. The wind is so easy that it is easy not to be broken."

Lan Jingshu sitting around the stone table listened to the cold voice, with a misty mist like an empty valley. She lowered her eyebrows and smiled, turning her fingers with sweet-scented osmanthus, looking at Xing Wuyun beside her. No one could help but feel heartbroken.

Gu Yefeng raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, his words echoed in his ears, "The wind is so easy that it is easy not to blow it away."

Yi Muwei raised her eyes, looked at Feng Aotian, and smiled bitterly. Now that she knows what "the wind is so easy to understand, it is easy not to be broken", then, we can know what is "there is a flower that can be broken. Empty branches without flowers?"

Meteor hiccups, see Feng Aotian, quickly jumped off the stone bench, rushed to Feng Aotian, hugging her thigh, crying, "Holy Lord, Meteor misses you."

Feng Aotian lowered his eyes and looked at the little guy who suddenly rushed over. The sound of the flute stopped abruptly. Xing Wuyun moved his wrist and put the flute away, but did not get up, but raised his eyes and stared at her.

Feng Aotian looked at the crimson osmanthus in his hand, and then said, "Cinnabar osmanthus."

Xing Wuyun smiled, "The emperor is really knowledgeable."

Feng Aotian could hear the meaning of making fun in his words, but he also laughed quietly, regardless of howling and crying with the meteor holding her thigh, but raised his eyes and looked at the palace door plaque. The handwriting was casual and self-contained. She looked at him, "Walk to the water poor and sit and watch the clouds rise."

"How?" Xing Wuyun stood up coolly, stood in front of her, raised his eyes, and looked at the door couplet.

Feng Aotian nodded and said, "Is this the palace you chose?"

"Yeah." Xing Wuyun nodded, "Lan Ye Chun Wei, Gui Hua Qiu is bright and clean. Xin Xin's business is a festive season."

"This line of poem praises sweet-scented osmanthus for its elegance, elegance, vigor, and glory but not charm." Feng Aotian raised his hand and put the sweet-scented osmanthus in Xing Wuyun's hair, and said with a small smile, "Really elegant and clean."

Xing Wuyun smiled, raised his hand, took off the sweet-scented osmanthus in the hair, and lowered his head to play with, "The emperor is back so soon? Is the wine father willing?"

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "If you don't come back earlier, how can you hear such a beautiful flute, you don't know that you can still play the flute."

Xing Wuyun stepped up, walked out of the corridor, then sat at the stone table, poured a glass of wine, and handed it to Feng Aotian, who was behind him.

Seeing that Feng Aotian ignored him, Meteor stopped crying, pulled her sleeves, and followed.

Feng Aotian was sitting on the stone bench where Meteor Shicai was sitting, Meteor hurriedly got into her arms, grabbed her skirts, and squirmed aggrievedly.

Feng Aotian lowered his eyes, looked at the meteor like this, and suddenly remembered, that day, she and Ye Meixi and Feng Yinqi were enjoying the moon and drinking, then bowed his head and stroked his head, "If you are drunk, go to sleep. ."

Meteor pouted the corners of his mouth, nodded, and really fell asleep.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Lan Jingshu and the others, "Can you have a good drink?"

Lan Jingshu poured wine, then raised his glass and looked at her, "Prince to the emperor!"

Feng Aotian also raised his glass, looked at him, and answered with a smile, "Okay."

Yi Mu and Gu Yefeng also accompanied the cup, while Xing Wuyun looked at her and did not drink.

Feng Aotian drank it all, then looked sideways, looking at him, "Aren't you always drinking wine without leaving?"

"The emperor, ministers are not easy to drink now." Xing Wuyun turned his eyes slightly, very charming.

Feng Aotian looked at him and smiled, "It's not easy to drink, do you drink less?"

She lowered her head and looked at the wine glass in her hand, "Twenty-year-old osmanthus stuffed with osmanthus, I am afraid that there will be nowhere to find it except for Duke Jiu. Since you have gone to Duke Jiu, how can you not drink easily?

Xing Wuyun chuckled and then toasted, "The minister respects the emperor for a cup, thank you for saving his life."

Feng Aotian readily responded, "How should you repay your life-saving grace?"

Xing Wuyun propped his chin with one hand and a wine glass with the other. He was charming in appearance, yet charming, but on the contrary, he was a little bit more open and casual. He hooked his red lips and looked at her, "How about a body?"

He said so frankly, there was no half-minute tweaking, no half-minute reluctance.

Feng Aotian nodded and said, "This is a good way."

Lan Jingshu looked at Xing Wuyun, and then at Feng Aotian. They are all smart people. Some things do not require too much guessing or too much cover-up. They can understand with just one look or a sentence. .

He looked down, maybe, this is the difference between him and Xing Wuyun, he can be casual, but he can't do nothing, nor can he go beyond his own shackles.

Feng Aotian's phoenix eyes curled slightly, and he saw the sorrow that flashed past Lan Jingshu. Gu Yefeng knew it in his heart. Sometimes, he would rather pretend to be ignorant. Maybe, in this way, he could care less or less. Inferiority.

Yi Mu looked like it had nothing to do with him, but the sadness between his brows and eyes made him more uncomfortable.

Meteor was completely drunk, leaning in Feng Aotian's arms, snoring evenly.

Everyone had their own thoughts, after drinking and drinking, Feng Aotian got up and looked at Xing Wuyun, "Master Minger ordered people to clean up this place, and you can live."

Xing Wuyun knew that he was a bird yearning for freedom to fly, but he was willing to be locked in her cage.

He leaned against her a little drunkly, raised his eyes, looked at her, laughed low, and kissed her lips in front of everyone, as if tasting the best pastry, slowly licking.

Feng Aotian just remembered that after he was drunk, he would be relatives. This problem is really not good, but now, he is injured, she can't throw him into the pond, she can only hold his waist, eyes The light sank, "Go back and rest."

Putting down a sentence, he wrapped Xing Wuyun in one hand and Meteor in the other, flying away.

Lan Jingshu was always sitting on the stone bench, watching that figure leave, he suddenly felt a little sad.

Gu Yefeng raised his hand and patted his shoulder, "You, you are just thinking."

Lan Jingshu raised his eyes and looked at him, "I am not the only one who thinks seriously."

Gu Yefeng chuckled, "Yes, I have one more person."

As the two said, they raised their eyes and looked at Yi Mu who was completely drunk. They shook their heads helplessly, Lan Jingshu got up, helped Yi Mu, and left Xingyun Palace with Gu Yefeng.

Feng Aotian embraced Xing Wuyun and returned to the bedroom. He raised his eyes, staring at her in confusion, hooked her neck, bowed his head, kissed her lips, and then carefully sucked in.

Feng Aotian wanted to push him away, but he was afraid of hurting his wounds, so he tore away the meteor in his arms and threw it on the soft couch.

Father Mao came in with the soup medicine and saw Xing Wuyun forcefully kissing Feng Aotian. He quickly stepped forward, put the tray on the table, and looked at Xing Wuyun, "Master, what's wrong with him?"

Feng Aotian left Xing Wuyun's lips, but he leaned in reluctantly like an addiction. She raised her hand and pushed his head away, "He is drunk and likes his family."

Father Cat listened to Feng Aotian's words, thinking that he would not do it himself, he quickly stepped back and looked at Feng Aotian, "Master, you should put him on the dragon couch."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian couldn't help laughing at the look of Father Cat. She knew that after he was drunk, he only treated her like this.

She hugged Xing Wuyun and walked forward slowly, and then put him on the dragon couch, but Xing Wuyun pulled her sleeves and didn't let go, and murmured, "Don't let go, don't leave me."

Feng Aotian sat beside the dragon couch, looking at him with a peach-faced face and a small smile at the corner of his mouth. Those peach blossom eyes were slightly squinted, fascinating, and a goose-yellow brocade robe, half open because of his impatient tear While showing alluring skin, he put one hand on his chest and the other hand pulled her sleeves, slowly approaching her.

Father Cat came in with hot water, "Master, wake him up to the bar."

Father Cat did not forget to look at Xing Wuyun. He was a bit dry at the moment and was licking his lips. Upon seeing this, Father Cat quickly put down the golden basin and hurried out of the inner hall.

Feng Aotian watched his father-in-law's actions amusedly, then wet the Jinpa, wring it out, and wipe his face.

Xing Wuyun suddenly opened his eyes, stared at her, and could not help but kissed her lips, pressed her to one side, and caressed her waist restlessly with both hands, untied her belt, and intertwined her lips and teeth. Then, when his hand leaned into the skirt of his clothes, Feng Aotian grabbed him, and then left his lips, "Being bolder."

Xing Wuyun looked at her, now, with her robes hanging down, her beautiful figure is very graceful, even more slender than an ordinary man, he was flustered, then raised his hand, wrapped her waist, and put his head on her. On his lap, he whispered, "Didn't the minister say it? I want to agree with him."

Feng Aotian chuckled, "You are drunk."

"The minister is not drunk." Xing Wuyun rubbed her leg and whispered.

Feng Aotian pulled him up from his own lap and looked at him, "It's not the time to promise me."

Xing Wuyun's eyes were dim. God knows how much courage he has put in to take the initiative. He originally wanted to give it to her by himself, but she...

He turned around sadly, lying on the dragon couch with his back to her, without speaking.

Feng Aotian stepped onto the dragon couch, wrapped him around his back, leaned against his neck, and asked softly, "Aren't you the woman you always like?"

"The emperor is an exception." Xing Wuyun sighed quietly, feeling the warmth coming from his back, and whispered.

"Don't worry, you promised me, I will enjoy it." Feng Aotian turned his body over and looked at him, "Aren't you completely ready now?"

Xing Wuyun looked at her and looked down slightly, "The minister wants the emperor..."

Feng Aotian pushed him back on the dragon couch, bullied himself up, bowed his head, kissed his lips, gently untied his brocade robe, and loosened his restraint, the nose filled with the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus , And the unique fragrance radiating from each other, this kiss was extremely lingering, making Xing Wuyun intoxicated.

Feng Aotian left his lips, looked at his blushing face, and then said, "Do you like it?"

"It feels good." Xing Wuyun undeniably responded.

Feng Aotian gave a low laugh, stroked his ears, and whispered, "Is the truth?"

"Yeah." Xing Wuyun then gently rolled over, lowered his head, and looked at her in his arms, "The minister really wants to see the emperor's impeccable upper body."

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, "Okay, but not now."

Listening to her words, Xing Wuyun was startled slightly, and then lay beside her, "It seems that in the heart of the emperor, the minister is still an outsider."

Feng Aotian leaned sideways and looked at him, "Can outsiders get on the dragon couch?"

Xing Wuyun closed his eyes and no longer looked at her, he had done so, but she still didn't want to tear the gauze between them.

Feng Aotian lightly clicked on his lustrous lips, "It's just that the time has not come, are you willing to wait for the Lord?"

"Okay, wait." Xing Wuyun opened his eyes, opened his mouth, put Feng Aotian's finger on his lips in his mouth, and took a bite.

Feng Aotian quickly took out his finger and looked at him, "Do you dare to bite Lord?"

Xing Wuyun raised his eyebrows, "The big deal is for the emperor to bite back."

As he said, he stretched out his finger and put it on her lips.

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Dear friends, one more is done, there will be two more later, hehe... hug, huh!