This Lord is Too Cruel

Feng Aotian looked at the traces on the ground, then turned around and followed his footprints to catch up. He saw him walking in the other direction for a long time, and finally fainted.

Feng Aotian stepped forward, squatting in front of him, looking at his pale face, stubbornness between his eyebrows, "I'm injured, why don't you just stay there, why do you run out?"

Lan Jingshu seemed to hear the sound and slowly opened his eyes. When he saw the familiar face in front of him, he closed his eyes with peace of mind.

Feng Aotian picked him up, went back to the cave, put him down, took the bamboo tube, took a sip, bowed his head, and put it into his mouth against his lips.

Lan Jingshu opened his eyes half-awake and looked at the face close at hand, seeming to be wandering in a dream. Such a dream made him feel unreal, but the faint temperature between his lips made him feel A feeling of reluctance to wake up.

Feng Aotian put Lan Jingshu on the straw mat, took off his outer robe, and covered him, then closed his eyes for a nap, it was strange that he was not tired after tossing for so long.

In the corridor, Mu Hanyao watched the sky brightly, but did not see her coming back. He remembered the thrill of last night. For the first time, he felt that he was useless. How was he always vigilant? Why is it so careless?

Ye Meixi adjusted her internal strength all night, quickly got up from the bed and rushed out of the room. Mu Hanyao turned his eyes, looked at him without any expression, stretched out his hand to stop him.

Ye Meixi stared at Mu Hanyao, and said solemnly, "Get out of the way!"

"You look like this, I'm afraid that you will fall down without finding the prince." Mu Hanyao looked at him, "Let's go back to the house and rest."

"Why are you stopping me!" Ye Meixi felt uneasy when she thought that she was missing now. He had lost too much and didn't want to lose her again.

"The prince has an order, if you make a mistake, how can I explain to the prince when the prince comes back?" Mu Hanyao said coldly without changing his face.

"In your heart, she is just a prince, have you ever worried about her safety?" Ye Meixi looked at Mu Hanyao's cold face and shouted coldly.

Mu Hanyao was silent, so he was not worried, but he had already taken care of it once last night, and he would never make the same mistake in the future. He believed she could come back.

A cold wind blew by, and Mu Hanyao and Ye Meixi looked up and saw a purple figure falling down and came to them.

Mu Hanyao was visibly stunned, looking at the person in front of him, he looked a little excited, his cold face barely pulled out a touch of joy, "Second brother..."

"Big Brother." Mu Hanjin looked at Mu Hanyao with joy.

Ye Meixi looked at Mu Hanjin, wondering how he would come over, "What are you doing?"

"Where is the prince?" Mu Hanjin asked Ye Meixi softly when he saw that he was seriously injured.

"How did you know that the prince had an accident?" Ye Meixi asked in a deep voice, turning her eyes slightly.

Mu Hanjin didn't want to entangle this, turned her eyes, looked at Mu Hanyao, "Big Brother, where is the prince?"

"The prince she..." Mu Hanyao looked at Mu Hanjin. It turned out that he was here for the regent. For some reason, there was a trace of loss and a hint of discomfort in his heart.

"In the attack last night, Lan Jingshu hit an arrow in order to save your eldest brother and fell into the river. The prince also jumped in to save him. He has not yet returned." Ye Meixi said in a sigh and watch. Xiang Mu Hanjin, "Now, I am seriously wounded, minded but powerless. Your brother is too pedantic and said to listen to the prince’s order and wait here. However, I am still worried. If you are thinking of her to you Okay, go find her back."

"Okay, where did you meet?" Mu Hanjin felt a pain in her heart, looked at Ye Meixi, reduced the worry in her eyes, and asked.

"It's where Guanyan was robbed." Ye Meixi said immediately.

"I'll go here." Mu Hanjin said, tapping her toes lightly, and she disappeared.

Mu Hanyao raised his eyes and looked at the back of Mu Hanjin's departure. A flash of coldness and astonishment flashed in his eyes, "How can he martial arts?"

"He...not only knows martial arts...but also extremely high." Seeing Mu Hanyao leave, Ye Meixi felt relieved, turned around, and entered the house.

Mu Hanyao stared blankly into the distance, feeling that many things had already changed unknowingly.

Feng Aotian was sleeping on a fake day, and a low moan came from her ear. She opened her eyes and turned around, and she saw Lan Jingshu muttering to herself, she stepped forward and approached him, "Cold, okay cold……"

Feng Aotian stretched out her hand and stroked his forehead. It was very hot, but his whole body was icy. It seemed that he had been soaked in water for too long. Now that he was caught in the wind and cold, she quickly picked him up and let him lean against her. In the middle, Lan Jingshu seemed to find a trace of temperature, stretched out his hand, and wrapped her waist.

However, this temperature is far from enough. He still kept shaking until his whole body twitched. Feng Aotian felt that this was not the way to go. Then, he laid him flat on the ground, and he stretched out his hand and pulled her sleeves. Hold on.

"Cold...cold..." Lan Jingshu murmured.

Feng Aotian stretched out his hand and unbuttoned the clothes on his body. The clothes were scattered. His thin body was unobstructed. Feng Aotian lied to him, pressed on his body, lowered his head, kissed his lips, and then slowly stroked his fingers. On his body, under him, he couldn't help trembling, stretched out his hand, hugged Feng Aotian tightly into his arms, raised his head, and met her lips.

The movements in Feng Aotian's hands became more and more reckless. She lowered her head, bit his weak shoulder, and slowly came to his chest, gently biting, until she left a deep mark, all the way down, her fingers It is also immediately down.

"Hmm..." Lan Jingshu squinted his eyes, and he vaguely saw someone leaving a little bit of heat on his body, until his body was completely burned, and he suddenly felt dry and dry, "thirsty... ...So thirsty..."

Feng Aotian's hand slowly touched the shameful place, she quickly closed her hand, raised her eyes, but met Lan Jingshu's blurred eyes, and his hand slowly fell, covering her hand, and then Her hand moved to...

"Are you sure?" Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

"Yeah." Lan Jingshu nodded abruptly. Now, he seemed to have a fire burning all over his body, which made him feel itchy, and his whole body was burning like fire.

Feng Aotian gritted her teeth. This is the first time that she has done this kind of thing. She lowered her head, kissed his lips, and continued to caress the shameful place with her hand...

Mu Hanjin flew to the place Ye Meixi said, and then went down the river. Now he, besides her in his mind, is her. In just a few days, she was not by his side, and he seemed to have fallen into a deep valley. His soul was drained, reading the memorials all day, busy with official duties, not letting myself miss her, thinking about her, enduring torture, but still couldn’t resist the emptiness and loneliness when night came. He missed that warm hug, missed her teasing and smiling to himself,

However, now, he couldn't see her, he suddenly flashed a thought, if she disappeared forever, then, is he completely empty? I felt that everything was not important, as long as she lived well, as long as she was by her side.

The temperature in the cave suddenly rose, and there was an ambiguous breath in the air. Feng Aotian lowered his head, looked at the stickiness in his hand, and then wiped it away, and saw Lan Jing lying ruddy in her arms.

She breathed a sigh of relief at once, but fortunately, the fever subsided. She put on his clothes again, feeling that doing this kind of thing was too much effort, and it would be better in the future.

She closed her eyes, closed her eyes again, and waited for him to wake up before leaving together.

After a long time, Lan Jingshu slowly woke up. He opened his eyes, and Feng Aotian's handsome face was greeted by him. Looking tired, he quickly closed his eyes, remembering what happened just now, and he was slightly ruddy. His cheeks are even more red. He lowered his head and looked at the hickeys on his body. How could he do that?

What would the prince think about him? And what face he would stand in front of her in the future, thinking of this, he couldn't help but tremble, got up slowly, and wanted to leave.

Feng Aotian opened his eyes and looked at his staggered back, "Where to go?"

Lan Jingshu knelt on the ground immediately, not daring to look at her, "Lord, the minister is damned."

Feng Aotian stepped forward, lifted him up, stretched out his hand, and lighted his nose, "Master finally rescued you, and Master can't bear to kill you."

Lan Jing's writing color became more and more ruddy, avoiding her gaze, not daring to look at her, Feng Aotian looked at him like this, and laughed, "Are you shy? Lord Shicai... When I was helping, I didn't see you like this. shy."

"The prince..." Lan Jingshu wanted to hit himself to death, bowed his head, whispered.

Feng Aotian looked at him amused, and then embraced him in his arms, "It's time to go back after being delayed outside for so long."

"Yes." What Lan Jingshu did not expect was that she was the first to jump down to save herself. Although he was hit by arrows, he was always half-dreaming and half-awake. He understood what she had done for him. At this moment, He suddenly felt that staying by her side was not so disgusting.

Feng Aotian let Lan Jingshu lean in his arms, walked out of the cave, looked at the sky outside, and then walked forward.

Mu Hanjin finally saw a trace of blood on the edge of the cliff, as well as fragments of scraped clothes, rushed forward, and saw the blood on the grass. Following the blood, he walked eagerly forward.

Until he saw the two figures walking slowly in front, his eyes flashed with excitement, and he rushed forward, ignoring the monarch's courtesy, opened his arms and hugged her tightly in his arms.

Feng Aotian was a little dazed, raised his eyes and looked at the person in front of him. He couldn't help but wondered, "Why are you here?"

Mu Hanjin hugged her and held her tightly, as if to melt the thoughts and entanglements, struggles, pains, fears and fears of the past few days in this embrace.

Lan Jingshu was holding his chest, standing aside, watching Mu Hanjin smile with joy, his eyes were filled with joy, and when he left with him, his eyes were always faint and slightly melancholy. Han Jin is different. His eyes are dim. I don’t know why in just half a month, many things are not what he has seen and can accept. However, seeing Mu Hanjin like this, he looks at the regent in his arms. Wang, why, there is a touch of sadness in his heart?

He stood quietly, turned his eyes and looked into the distance, silent.

Feng Aotian could feel the emotions he released, wouldn't he not want to express his emotions? Why are you here now?

"Let go." Feng Aotian said solemnly. At the beginning, it was him who withdrew her, but now it is also him who is holding her tightly.

Mu Hanjin hugged her tightly, unwilling to let go. When she was struggling, his eyes flashed with a faint glow, he lowered his head, kissed her lips, and sucked deeply, without a trace of gasping, biting. Holding her lips, prying her teeth apart, the smell swept across her rampantly.

Feng Aotian was stunned for a moment. Is this still that elegant and elegant Mu Hanjin? Is it still Mu Hanjin who is submissive? Is it the gentle and indifferent Mu Hanjin?

Lan Jingshu turned his eyes, staring at the picture in front of him, and immediately lowered his eyes. He didn't know where he should be now. He wanted to leave, but his feet didn't listen to the call. He still stood on the spot, silent.

This kiss was the longest kiss Feng Aotian felt in history, and it was more intense than her domineering, until, when she lost a trace of breath and was about to suffocate, he reluctantly released it and embraced her in his arms. .

Feng Aotian panted, stretched out his hand to push him away, and stared at him, "How dare to be rude to my master."

"Weichen is just learning what a strong kiss is." Mu Hanjin was not half obedient, but looked at her with scorching eyes and said softly.

Feng Aotian opened his mouth, but didn't know how to refute, "Without the order of the master, how dare you leave Beijing privately?"

"The prince has forgotten what he said to the Weichen at the beginning, wherever the Lord is going, where the Weichen will go." Mu Hanjin still has a jade complexion, and his tone is soft like a spring breeze.

Feng Aotian stepped forward and looked at him, still looking the same, stretched out his hand and knocked on his forehead, "I'm sick."

"The prince is wise, the Weichen is sick." Mu Hanjin replied gently.

"Yeah is not an imperial doctor, and it can't be cured." Feng Aotian turned his eyes, no longer looking at him, holding on to Lan Jingshu, and walking past him.

Mu Hanjin stepped forward and stopped in front of her, "Only the prince can heal the Weichen's disease."

"Anyone who can cure him will not cure him." Feng Aotian said, pushing him away, holding Lan Jingshu in his arms, and walking forward.

Mu Hanjin didn't stop him, stretched out her hand, and held her hand in his hand. This feeling made him feel more at ease.

Feng Aotian lowered his head, looked at the hand held by him, raised his eyes and looked at Mu Hanjin, "What's the matter with you?"

"What's wrong with Weichen, can't the prince see it?" Mu Hanjin shook her hand, restored her previous elegant expression, and walked forward.

Feng Aotian looked at Mu Hanjin's back, wondering if he was a victim of evil?

Lan Jingshu also noticed Mu Hanjin's change, turned her eyes, looked at Feng Aotian, her eyes kept falling on Mu Hanjin's body, but a faint soft light shined through her eyebrows.

He looked down, maybe, many things are no longer within the scope of his understanding.

The journey was extremely long until it got dark, and the three of Feng Aotian walked to the corner. Ye Meixi had been wandering outside the door, seeing Feng Aotian coming back, and hurriedly greeted him.

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"Master, you are back." Ye Meixi showed joy, looked at her, lowered her head, and saw Mu Hanjin holding her hand, her eyes flashed with displeasure.

Feng Aotian looked at Ye Meixi, "How is your injury?"

"I adjusted my breath for a day, it's better." Ye Meixi looked at Feng Aotian weakly, and glared at Mu Hanjin beside her, and by the way, she wanted to take her hand out of Mu Hanjin's hand.

However, Mu Hanjin held it tightly, Lan Jing saw the book, so he could only move aside silently, then looked at Mu Hanyao, "I'll go back and rest first."

"Yeah." Mu Hanyao stood by, motionless, his expression unchanged, but when he looked at Feng Aotian, a faint soft light flashed.

Seeing Lan Jingshu leaving with interest, Ye Meixi quickly leaned against Feng Aotian's arms, raised her other hand, and pressed his chest, "Master, this place still hurts now."

Feng Aotian looked at him, alas, now he became jealous again, and then stretched out his hand and gently rubbed him, "Go into the room and say, Lord is hungry."

"My lord, Weichen has something to report, can you hold back to the left and right?" Mu Hanjin stood aside, holding her hand in one hand, and the other behind her, and said respectfully.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Master wants to eat, I have no time to hear your report."

"Have you heard, Lord said, no time." Ye Meixi said, and vigorously pushed Mu Hanjin away from Feng Aotian's hand, and then pulled her into the room.

Feng Aotian raised her eyes, and saw Mu Hanyao leave the door, her eyebrows were also calm, she stepped forward, "Enter the house to eat."

"Yes." Mu Hanyao replied, then turned sideways, letting Feng Aotian enter first.

Mu Hanjin stepped forward and looked at Mu Hanyao, "Big Brother...I..."

"You and the regent?" Mu Hanyao looked at him and asked in a low voice.

"Brother, I have already made a decision." Mu Hanjin's eyes flashed with determination, and she looked at Mu Hanyao and said.

"Good." Mu Hanyao responded coldly, turning around and stepping into the room.

Jingxi has prepared the meal, Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Jingxi, "Go and prepare some congee."

"Yes." Jingxi replied, and then retired.

Feng Aotian walked to the side of the bed on his own, covering Lan Jing's book with the quilt. After taking the pulse, he turned his eyes to look at Ye Meixi, "Bring the remaining Jinchuang medicine from the Lord."

"Yes." Ye Meixi nodded, then turned around and walked to another room, and returned quickly with the porcelain bottle.

Feng Aotian unbuttoned the clothes on Lan Jingshu, unbuttoned the gauze, and removed the herbs on it. Mu Hanjin had already brought clear water and placed it beside her.

Ye Meixi turned his eyes and was full of hostility towards Mu Hanjin. This was his number one rival. Thinking of this, he hurried over him, soaked the cotton cloth, and handed it to Feng Aotian.

Feng Aotian smiled and took the cotton cloth, cleaned the wound for Lan Jingshu, and then reapplied the medicine, wrapped it with gauze, and picked up the porridge that Jingxi had brought, "Drink this porridge, and cultivate better."

"Yes, Lord." Lan Jingshu looked sideways and looked at Mu Hanjin and Ye Meixi beside him, "Master, the minister comes by himself."

"You are now hurting your left arm, your right hand, your chest, and your waist. Can you come by yourself?" Feng Aotian lowered his face, then scooped up the porridge, blew it a few times, and handed it to Lan Jingshu.

Lan Jingshu opened his mouth and ate it. The surroundings were silent. Under the eyes of everyone, Lan Jingshu drank the hardest porridge of his life.

Feng Aotian helped him to lie down, "Rest."

"Yes." Lan Jingshu responded, and then he closed his eyes to sleep.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes, looked at Ye Meixi, ignored Mu Hanjin, walked out of the inner hall, walked to the table, looked at Mu Hanyao, "Let’s eat."

"Yes." Mu Hanyao sat down immediately.

Feng Aotian sat next to Mu Hanyao, Ye Meixi hurriedly sat on the other side of her, Mu Hanjin stood aside, watching her figure, silent.

Feng Aotian said coldly, "If you don't sit down to eat yet, what does it mean to stand there?"

"Yes." Mu Hanjin responded, and then sat in front of her.

Feng Aotian took the soup and put it in front of him, "Drink it."

"Yes." Mu Hanjin smiled at the corner of Mu Hanjin's mouth, then drank the soup.

Feng Aotian then served Mu Hanyao and Ye Meixi separately and ate the soup quietly.

The four of them were relatively speechless. After dinner, Mu Hanyao stood up and said, "The minister retire first."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded.

Mu Hanyao stepped out, raised his eyes, looked at the starry sky, but felt that the sky tonight was very cold.

Ye Meixi looked at Feng Aotian, "Master, Meixi is going to prepare bath soup."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded.

Ye Meixi walked out and looked at Mu Hanyao next to him. The two brothers were not worry-free. He couldn't help sighing, turned around, and returned to the room.

"Okay, let's talk." Feng Aotian raised his eyes, his eyes cold, his handsome face without a trace of smile.

Mu Hanjin slowly got up, walked in front of her, and then knelt down, "Master, the road ahead is long, and the minister is willing to accompany you on the way."

"How far can you go?" Feng Aotian asked in a low voice.

"Until the minister died." Mu Hanjin kept watching her eyes and replied resolutely.

"It's late." Feng Aotian looked at him, "Master has given you a chance, but if you miss it, there won't be a second time."

"The minister understands, the minister is willing to wait." Mu Hanjin's eyes flashed with sadness and whispered.

"Maybe you can never wait for this day?" Feng Aotian looked at him and asked quietly.

"The minister will also be with the prince." Mu Hanjin now felt that he just wanted to be by her side and wanted nothing more.

Feng Aotian leaned slightly, staring at him coldly, his eyes flashed with coldness, and he said solemnly, "You should know your temper."

"The minister understands." He slowly got up, his slender fingers slowly lifted, and the clothes on his body slowly faded, revealing a fat-skinned body, his palms were faintly, the horse whip hanging by the side fell into his palms, his hands Holding his horse whip, "Master..."

Feng Aotian turned his eyes, looked at him, and stood in front of him like this, fearless and calm, just like the first time I saw him, but she was less indifferent and more indifferent, she Reached out, took the horse whip, raised her hand, the horse whip knocked down the side screen, and the horse whip was directly inserted into the wall. She stepped forward and bit down the tooth mark that had been left on the shoulder until the blood Overflowing, his eyes still faintly, with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.

She raised her eyes, met his eyes, kissed his lips, put her hands on his waist, and pushed him hard against the cold wall until the lips were full of blood and she left his lips. , Turned around indifferently, strode out of the house, stretched out his hand, led Mu Hanyao, and directly entered the other room, "sleeping."

Mu Hanyao was dragged back into the room by her, Ye Meixi looked at her gloomy face, "Master, the bath soup is ready."

Feng Aotian turned his eyes and looked at Mu Hanyao and Ye Meixi, "Wait for the Lord."

After that, he turned around and stepped into the screen, without retreating his clothes, he sank into the tub.

Ye Meixi looked at Mu Hanyao, snorted coldly, turned around, got on the bed, lay on the inside, staring at the ceiling blankly.

Mu Hanyao suddenly turned around, walked out of the room, and stepped into the room, and saw Mu Hanjin leaning naked on the cold wall, staring at the room beam blankly.

Mu Hanyao's eyes were cold, and he stepped forward and hit him with a punch, but in the end, it hit the wall of his face, leaving a fist mark. He said in a deep voice, "Look at what you look like now. , Mu family does not have your descendants like you." After that, he turned and left.

Mu Hanjin slowly stepped forward, picked up the scattered clothes, put them on again, and then walked out of the hall, and saw Lan Jingshu standing in front of him.

"Han Jin, you have changed." Lan Jingshu stared at him and said in a deep voice.

"It's not only me that has changed." Mu Hanjin looked at Lan Jingshu, "Don't be tempted by her, otherwise, I will kill you."

Lan Jingshu trembled and looked at him incredulously, "For her, have you forgotten our shame over the past two years? Forget our brotherhood?"

"Yes." Mu Hanjin's eyes flashed coldly, and the purple robe showed endless killing intent.

"Why?" Lan Jingshu asked puzzledly.

"She is my life." Mu Hanjin said in a loud voice, turning around indifferently, and left the row.

Lan Jingshu was holding his chest and stepped back again and again. Looking at the figure that left, he weakly returned to the bed and raised his eyes. Can he forget it?

"Where are you going?" Mu Hanyao stood outside the house, watching his leaving behind.

"Back to Beijing." Mu Hanjin said lightly, without turning around, "Big Brother, I was born with a mission. Over the years, you have been far away from the border, you have your way, and I have my life."

Mu Hanyao looked at Mu Hanjin's disappearing back, raised his eyes, and sighed deeply. What is it that they have been waiting desperately these years? What is it?

Feng Aotian came out from behind the screen and changed into a clean coat. She saw that Mu Hanyao was not in the house. Her eyes dimmed. Then she walked out of the house and saw him standing proudly, still so tall and unyielding. The figure, however, reveals loneliness and loneliness.

Feng Aotian slowly stepped forward and looked at him, "Where is Mu Hanjin?"

"Back to Beijing." Mu Hanyao turned around and looked at Feng Aotian, "Master, the minister wants to go back to the capital."

"It's not the time now. If it is necessary, this king will definitely call you back to Beijing." Feng Aotian could understand Mu Hanyao's mind. He didn't know why Mu Hanjin became like this, so he was not at ease.

"The minister obeys." As a general, he always puts his own responsibility first. This is also the obsession that he has struggled with in his bones over the years.

Feng Aotian held his cold fingers, "sleeping."

"Yes." Mu Hanyao replied coldly, letting her lead into the house.

Ye Meixi looked sideways and looked at her. Although there was a wall, Mu Hanjin's words hit his ears clearly, including, the people in front of him heard them truly. Over the years, they have had their own differences. She's helpless, but now they are all by her side, but who treats her sincerely? And where is her heart?

Ye Meixi really wanted to ask her if you ever really loved someone, but when it comes to his lips, he feels that it is superfluous. He has already died twice in the past, so why not care about it, as long as he knows it. , He understood that he put her on his heart and let her break into his dead heart uncontrollably, and because of her, he was proud to be reborn, which was enough.

Feng Aotian is somewhat helpless. She has been working hard and trying her best to make up for the mistakes made by this predecessor in the past two years, but in the end, it turned into such a situation, her heart It is cold. Even if she opens her heart and accepts someone, she just wants to find a trace of warmth in this lonely world, because she never knows what love is? I don’t know how to love others, and I don’t even know how to be loved.

The three of them were speechless, lying on their own, but also sleepless all night.

The next day, Feng Aotian got up early, and Lan Jingshu got up early and waited outside the house.