This Lord is Too Cruel

"Injured? How was it hurt? How is it now?" Xing Zhiyan has always been calm and self-contained, but when he heard that Leng Qianye was injured, his whole mind was confused. Without the calmness of the past, where can I see that group calmly The luxurious Queen Mother Feng Yi.

The man in black bowed his head and said, "Queen Dowager, General Leng was taken away by the Regent, and his subordinates do not know whether it is well now."

"Then what are you doing, don't hurry up and inquire." Xing Zhiyan shouted sharply, clenching his hands, how could he get hurt? Of course, she knew the suffering he suffered in the past two years, but it was just flesh and blood, and this internal injury was not a trifle.

"Yes." The man in black replied, and then retreated.

Xing Zhiyan’s eyes were filled with panic, she looked down, staring at the broken string, stroking it, and sitting down, "Brother Leng, I’m sorry, you are in such a field because of me. Don’t worry. I will surely save you at any cost."

A graceful phoenix robe could not conceal the hostility emanating from her body. Those gentle apricot eyes were full of ruthlessness, and the blood of her fingers dripped on the strings, making a crisp sound.

The Prince Regent’s Mansion has encountered assassins one after another last night, and now it is heavily guarded. The sky over the entire palace is densely covered with dark clouds, and there is a posture that dark clouds are pressing on the city to destroy the city. He didn't dare to walk, for fear that he would lose Qingqing's life if he was not careful. It didn't matter if he died. If his relatives were injured, the consequences would be unimaginable.

For a whole day, there was silence in the bedroom, Feng Aotian sat cross-legged on the ice bed to perform exercises to heal his injuries. In the study, Mu Hanjin attentively reviewed the memorials. Father Feng also received the news from the spy, and his eyes flashed. Strictly, staring at Si Xi beside him, "Huh, I dare to be fierce under the nose of the Sajia, I really want to die."

"President Feng, now the clue is broken, what should I do next?" the spy on the side asked carefully.

"Check, keep checking, Sajia doesn't believe it, and can't find any clues." Father Feng squinted his eyes shrewdly with a wave of dust.

"Yes." The spy took the order, and immediately said to Father Feng, "Father, Princess Minxi is now..."

"What?" Father Feng was full of wrinkles, a touch of surprise appeared on his face covered with powder, and he quickly raised his eyebrows, "Where is Xing Wuyun?"

"He's..." the spy continued.

"Well, I have sent someone to keep an eye on it, and there should be no more discrepancies." Father Feng nodded slightly and said in a deep voice.

"Yes." The spy replied, then stepped back.

Father Feng arranged everything and raised his eyes. Only then did he realize that it was too late today. He turned his eyes and stared at the palace. Seeing that there was still no sound, he sighed, "The prince is hurt this time."

Si Xi stood aside and did not dare to say anything. However, suddenly remembering what happened when he was far away at the border, he looked sideways and looked at Father Feng, "God, Si Xi always feels that the last time the border was very strange. "

"Let's listen." Father Feng's eyes sank, and he whispered.

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Si Xi explained what had happened at the border in detail, expressed the doubts in his heart, and then looked at Father Feng, "Who sent that Tsing Yi? The prince actually saved his life. What was the intention behind it? Also, the prince didn’t know why that night, he kept calling the first emperor, insisting that he saw the shadow of the first emperor. The next morning, he drove away on his own, not allowing Si Xi to follow. Later, when the prince came back, his whole body was hurt. Afterwards, Sixi found out that all the secret guards who protected the prince were killed. There must be a major conspiracy."

"Well, let the Rong Sajia think about it. Those who dare to move the prince, know the weakness of the prince, but very few." Feng Gonggong's narrow eyes shattered a cold light.

It was late at night, when Feng Aotian put away his internal strength, he felt a lot more comfortable in his chest. He walked out of the secret room under the ice bed, waved, and the lamp in the inner hall was instantly lit.

Feng Aotian stepped up and walked out of the inner room. He saw the candlelight in the study room was bright, and the corner of his mouth raised a touch of relief. Then he sat in the hall and poured a cup of tea.

Seeing that the prince came out unharmed, Feng Gonggong immediately relieved his heart, and hurriedly stepped into the bedroom, "Master, you are hungry, the old slave immediately ordered someone to prepare a meal."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, then looked at Father Feng, "What happened?"

Father Feng gave Si Xi a wink, walked half a step forward, stood on Feng Aotian's side, and truthfully replied, "The official Shangshu Mansion was caught in the fire, and no one in the mansion survived. Yesterday, he was assassinated. The person has no livelihood."

"Well, continue." Feng Aotian held up the tea cup, turning the cup carelessly with green onion-like fingers.

"The spy reported back that she found the whereabouts of Princess Minxi, and she is now on the way to Lianghuai." Father Feng said in a low voice, "Xing Wuyun, son of the right minister, returned to Beijing today and is now in Furong Pavilion."

"Furong Pavilion?" Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows slightly.

"This Furong Pavilion is the first brothel in the capital. This Xing Wuyun is a well-known dude who has a romantic nature. Even if he travels these years, his nature is difficult to change." Father Feng thought of Xing Wuyun with a face. His dissatisfaction, such a man who wandered around the land of fireworks, he didn't want him to get involved with the noble figure of the prince.

Feng Aotian was silent, Lan Jingshu had just set off for Lianghuai today, and Princess Minxi followed closely behind her, she was afraid that Lan Jingshu's place would be even more difficult.

As for this Xing Wuyun, he is really a vain young man. Just after returning to Beijing, he lingered in the brothel. It appeared in her mind that he had a relationship with him several times, but, relying on the predecessor of this body, he was really happy. The unruly people were not interested, so he was allowed to escape, otherwise, now, he has been raising and her beautiful male harem just like other brothers.

When she was thinking, the dishes were already set, Feng Aotian got up, put the cup down, walked into the study, opened the curtain, the bright light reflected a touch of elegant back, the indescribable ease and tranquility, just like this world His complexity has nothing to do with him, but he is still doing what he should do, with a touch of loneliness that is completely separated from the world, as if he has walked alone in the world for thousands of years, which is unbearable and afraid to approach.

Feng Aotian leaned against the door, staring at the back. She was so lonely in her previous life, isn't she now alone?

She condensed her mind, stepped forward slowly, and walked to his side. With that handsome profile face, condensed with undisturbed concentration, she suddenly flashed a thought. It would be nice if such a person could stay with her all the time. Gently looped his neck around his back, leaned his head on his thin shoulder, and said softly, "Can you accompany this king forever?"

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