This Lord is Too Cruel

Leng Qianye heard the report from the outside, then turned around, and saw a silver-gray figure falling lightly, and walked forward. When she saw the man looking at her on the dragon bed, she was obviously startled and forbeared. Unable to feel a pain in her heart, she frowned, raised her eyes, and looked at him, "You..."

"Emperor brother, you haven't seen him for two years, don't you remember the emperor brother?" The man in front of him then got up and walked slowly towards her.

Feng Aotian was stunned, staring at the man walking towards her, overlapping with the imprint in her mind, with a gentle temperament, the gentle breeze between her brows and eyes, and a slight smile at the corners of her mouth. God is handsome, this... how come?

She quickly curled her eyebrows, recalling the situation that day. She clearly watched him lying in the coffin without breath. She obviously stroked his face, but it was cold and biting. She obviously sent him into the imperial tomb by herself. , Now, who is this man who appeared in front of her? Why has the same appearance as him?

A cold stern flashed in her eyes, and it suddenly appeared in her mind that she was at the border that day. She saw the figure that she missed day and night, and then drove her horse out to chase until the woods, and she saw the figure with her back facing him.

Full of joy, she slowly walked towards him, whispering, "Emperor brother..."

The figure gradually turned around, with the same look, the same smile, and the same breath. She threw herself into his arms with excitement, and a sudden pain in her chest. She raised her eyes to meet his warm eyes, but inside those eyes It was a cold light, bowed his head, and a poisonous arrow feather stuck in his chest, reaching his heart.

She smiled at the corner of her mouth and chose to forget this memory. She would rather think about his goodness than he would send herself into the Huangquan by himself. Feng Aotian sighed quietly. At that time, this predecessor wanted to get free, right? She suffered for two whole years, trying every means to make herself miss him less, but this kind of missing was like going deep into her bone marrow, making her more crazy, so she willingly died in that person No regrets or regrets in his hands.

Feng Aotian lifted his eyes slightly, restrained the bitterness and killing intent in his heart, raised his eyes, and looked at him, but there was an unusual tenderness in his eyes, as if he was about to melt the spring water, and said softly, "Brother Emperor, it is really You?"

"Emperor brother." A faint light flashed in the gentle eyes of the man in front of him, and he whispered.

With tears in Feng Aotian's eyes, he seemed to see the person he missed day and night. He opened his arms and threw himself in his arms. Such a sudden situation made Leng Qianye on one side look confused. He just arrived. Mu Hanjin looked at the picture in front of her, her gentle eyes flashed with sadness, and she stepped in.

The man in front of him didn't expect Feng Aotian to be so proactive. He lowered his eyes and looked at the person in his arms, hugging her soft body, his eyes flashed strangely.

Feng Aotian withdrew from his arms, raising a bright smile that he had never seen before, "Brother Emperor, are you still alive?"

"Well, I have suffered for you in the past two years." The man said softly.

Feng Aotian shook his head, stretched out his hand, raised his hand, and stroked it carefully, "Brother Emperor, I know you will not die, you will definitely come back."

"Emperor brother..." The man in front of him looked at her with emotion, lowered his head, and watched the fingers clasped together, curled up slightly, with a little effort.

Mu Hanjin stood aside, curled slightly with the fingers hidden in his sleeves, enduring the urge to step forward and hug her into his arms, watching what happened before him, he was waiting.

"Uncle Wang...Uncle Wang..." Feng Yinqi's voice slowly sounded, breaking the warmth at the moment.

Feng Aotian looked sideways and stepped forward, ignoring Xing Zhiyan on the side. Instead, he sat down and took the pulse for Feng Yinqi. The light flashed coldly, raising his eyes and shooting directly into Xing Zhiyan.

Xing Zhiyan had never seen such fierce and intimidating eyes. Compared to the man next to her, she shuddered even more. She held on to meet Feng Aotian's eyes, "Master, you are finally back, the emperor... "

Feng Aotian turned his eyes, and looked at the man beside him with his brows slightly bent, "Brother emperor, it will be fine for the emperor to leave it to the courtier."

"Well, in that case, the emperor will go back to the Queen Mother first." The man in front of him replied gently.

"Okay, the emperor will visit you later." Feng Aotian's voice was gentler than ever before, and there was joy in his eyes. "The emperor has a lot to say to the emperor."

"Okay." The man obviously didn't expect Feng Aotian in front of him to have such an attitude towards him. A cold flash of light flashed in his eyes before he turned and left.

Leng Qianye and Mu Hanjin bowed to each other.

Xing Zhiyan also followed the man to leave the Imperial Palace.

The smile on the corner of Feng Aotian's mouth followed the man's departure, and immediately retracted, becoming abnormally cold. He raised his eyes and looked at Mu Hanjin, "I'm still stunned to do something, but I can't come."

"Yes." Mu Hanjin raised her eyes, met the cold eyes that she was looking at, bowed her head and responded, and then walked towards her, feeling unusually long every step she took.

Seeing him walking slowly, Feng Aotian raised his hand and dragged him into his arms, with his fingers pressed against his lips, "Where did the spirit of the strong kisser go that day? Is it back to its original shape again?"

Mu Hanjin's eyebrows narrowed slightly, and she was in a daze. Only then did she react and quickly raised her eyes to meet the strange anger in her eyes. A bright light flashed through her gentle eyes, she raised her hands slightly, and held her hands tightly. He then placed his hand on his cheek, "The minister thought the prince was still angry."

"What's the anger?" Feng Aotian looked at him, for some reason, always helpless to him, maybe it was because she had left these few days, watching his awkward temper, made such a determination to stay with her. By his side, perhaps, even if he was so angry, he would be reluctant in his heart after all.

"Lord..." Mu Hanjin's jade-like face seemed to be plated with silver light, which was very bright and moving.

Feng Aotian leaned forward slightly, his straight nose touched one place, and his eyes met, "You are not allowed to be awkward with your master in the future, you know?"

"Yeah." Mu Hanjin's narrow, gentle eyes were filled with soft light and softly responded.

"You are not allowed to be in a daze with your master in the future, you know?" Feng Aotian raised his lips slightly and said in a deep voice.

"Okay." Mu Hanjin replied, blinking her eyes.

"You must not hide anything from you in the future, you know?" Feng Aotian said coldly again.

"Yes." Mu Hanjin replied with a trembling thought.

Feng Aotian curled his lips, raised a gorgeous arc, kissed his lips, bit them lightly, then let go, turned his eyes, and looked at Feng Yinqi on the dragon couch. At this time, his eyes fell on her. A bright smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Uncle Wang... my nephew has finally waited for you."

Mu Hanjin left from her, sat aside, and handed the yellow silk kerchief to Feng Aotian, "Master, this is written to you by the emperor."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian took the silk kerchief, looked at the handwriting on it, turned his eyes and looked at him, "Silly boy." Reached out his hand, stroked his face, looked at Mu Hanjin, "Go get three Here comes the teacup."

"Yes." Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and looked at her, obviously hesitating, she must have rushed back overnight. If she is bleeding again, plus hard work, how can she withstand it.

Feng Aotian blinked at him to signal him to be relieved, then took out Xing Wuyun’s dagger, and when Mu Hanjin took the tea cup over and placed it on her wrist, she watched that the last scar on that wrist had not faded. He had to add a new scar, which made him feel really distressed.

The knife went up and down, and I didn't feel the pain yet. There was bleeding from the wrist. Feng Aotian smiled and said, "This dagger is really sharp."

Leng Qianye stood there, watching the tenderness and affection between Feng Aotian and Mu Hanjin, he seemed to be hollowed out, not knowing how to deal with it? He seems to understand why Mu Hanjin is so persistent. Her body exudes a charm that is unattainable by others. Such a person, such tenderness, even a person of steel, will become a circumspect. Rou, he lowered his eyes, turned sideways, and looked far away, for the first time that he felt that he was so redundant.

Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at him, "Is the martial arts healed?"

Leng Qianye was startled at first, and his indifferent, dust-like face flashed in astonishment, and he replied respectfully, "Yes."

"This king promises you, so naturally he won't break his promise. When I return to the mansion, this king will tell you again." Feng Aotian said immediately.

"Yes." Leng Qianye felt that he didn't know what to say besides this word now.

Feng Aotian lowered his eyes, watching that the three cups of blood were full, Mu Hanjin had quickly taken out the silk paw to seal her acupuncture points, and wrapped the wound around.

She smiled slightly, "It's okay, it's a big deal to leave some scars."

A flash of complaint flashed between Mu Hanjin's eyebrows, "Go back to the house and get medicine."

"Okay." Feng Aotian felt that it was a good thing that someone was in charge.

Then turned around and looked at Feng Yinqi, then hugged him into his arms and looked at him, "Qi'er, Uncle Wang is by your side and will always be with you. You can't let Uncle Wang down."

"Yeah." Feng Yinqi nodded, replied angrily.

Feng Aotian put the cup against his chapped lips. He tried to open his lips and slowly swallowed the blood, but after drinking half a cup, he suddenly vomited out.

Feng Aotian's eyes flashed coldly, and the fingers holding the cup tightened. Then he raised his head, drank the blood, lowered his head, printed on his lips, passed into his mouth, and put the other hand on his Back, losing internal force.

Mu Hanjin stood aside and watched. She raised her palm and placed it on Feng Yinqi's back, looking at Feng Aotian, "Let the minister come."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian blinked at him, then closed his palms, and concentrated on feeding Feng Yinqi blood until the last drop of blood was fed into his mouth.

Then he got up, picked up Feng Yinqi, "Go home."

"My lord, don't you go to see Xianxian... the overlord?" Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Aotian and asked in a low voice.

"He is not the emperor brother, why did you visit him?" Feng Aotian looked at Mu Hanjin, "You know why."

"But, you just..." Mu Hanjin thought of Shicai, and she couldn't help feeling uncomfortable when she threw herself into his arms so affectionately.

A wicked smile appeared at the corner of Feng Aotian's mouth, "Jealous?"

Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and looked at her with a serious expression, "Yes."

"Some things have to be put down after all. I have struggled for so many years, and I have been suffering for so many years for someone who doesn't love him. It is enough." Feng Aotian seemed to be talking to the body's predecessor, when she was willing When he died, he had already put everything down, didn't he?

Mu Hanjin heard the meaning of the words, it turned out that he was the one in her heart for so many years?

Feng Aotian hugged Feng Yinqi, "Let's go, I'm tired."

"Yes." Mu Hanjin smiled and nodded, and walked out of the imperial palace with her. Leng Qianye followed Mu Hanjin's side, the three of them tapped their toes and left the palace.

In the queen dowager's bedroom, the man sat with the main seat, Xing Zhiyan bowed and stood aside.

"Lord, the regent did not doubt your identity." Xing Zhiyan whispered.

"Really?" The man changed his gentle smile, his brows and eyes showed a coldness, "The more so, the more doubtful it is."

"The Lord meant that she didn't believe you at all?" Xing Zhiyan asked quickly.

"Well, but she wants to act, so why don't I act with her?" the man said solemnly.

"Subordinates understand." Xing Zhiyan looked sideways, looked at the face of the man beside him, and then remembered the same face again, unavoidably a flash of sadness.

Feng Aotian returned to the regent's mansion with Feng Yinqi in his arms. When Father Feng saw his master returning, his eyes filled with tears, and he greeted him, "Master, you are finally back."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded and went back to the bedroom. Mu Hanjin and Leng Qianye followed immediately.

Feng Aotian put Feng Yinqi on the bed, then picked up the Zhubi on the side, wrote down the prescription, and then looked at Mu Hanjin, "Go and tell someone to prepare these herbs and put them in a bathtub for steaming."

"Yes." Mu Hanjin took it, then turned around.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Leng Qianye, "You are also tired these two days, so go back and rest first. When the matter is finished, this king will look for you."

"Yes." Leng Qianye replied. This is the first time he salutes Feng Aotian so respectfully.

Seeing his sudden transformation, Feng Aotian couldn't help feeling strange, thinking about what happened in the mansion these days when she was absent?

Leng Qianye stepped out of the bedroom and then returned to Qinghui Pavilion.

Seeing Mu Hanjin walk in quickly, Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at her.

Feng Aotian stretched out his hand, he stepped forward and put his hand on her palm, "What's wrong?"

"It's running out." Feng Aotian never expected that such a change would occur. Of course that person was not the first emperor, nor her emperor's brother Feng Aoyun, but why did he look exactly like the emperor's brother?

Mu Hanjin stretched out her hand, took her into her arms, and asked her to find a comfortable position, leaning against his arms, "If you are tired, take a nap. When the herbs are ready, I will go and wipe the emperor."

"Okay." Feng Aotian nodded, then leaned in his arms, closing his eyes and taking a nap.

Mu Hanjin looked down and watched her sleep peacefully, with a satisfied smile at the corner of her mouth. These days of longing struggled and entangled, and now, at this moment, when she leans in her arms like this, she already feels insignificant.

After a while, Feng Gonggong stepped into the bedroom, watching Feng Aotian leaning against Mu Hanjin's arms, closing his eyes and resting, and hurriedly stepped forward, "Mu Shifei, everything is ready."

"Yeah." Mu Hanjin nodded, then put the person in his arms reluctantly on the soft couch.

Feng Aotian already opened his eyes, looked at him with a smile, hooked his neck, and put a light kiss on his lips, then got down on the soft bed, turned around, picked up Feng Yinqi from the bed, and took it out. The bedroom.

Mu Hanjin sat on the soft couch, stretched out her hand to stroke her cold lips, as if she had the temperature of her, a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his elegant face added a bit of colorful color to him. Immediately got up, took a step, followed her pace, and the two walked to Nuange.

There were medicinal materials in the bath tub, Feng Aotian took off the dragon robe from Feng Yinqi, put him in the bath tub, and then sat cross-legged with palms on his chest.

Mu Hanjin was also sitting on the back of Feng Yinqi, with both palms condensing internal strength and hitting him on the back.

Lan Jingshu and Mu Hanyao said goodbye one after another. Mu Hanyao led the team to the border, while Lan Jingshu set off for the capital in a carriage.

The injury on his chest has not healed, and the wound has just healed. Because of the bumps of the carriage, he stretched out his hand and stroked his chest, with a shallow sweat on his forehead, closing his eyes slightly, but the situation in the cave emerged in his mind. He opened his eyes suddenly, and suddenly felt a cold sweat. How could he have such a dream?

He opened the curtain of the car, and a gust of breeze blew in, blowing away some of the steaming breath from him. He took a deep breath and sat back in the carriage again.

Mu Hanyao accelerated forward with the horses and horses. After leaving Lianghuai with the 50,000 horses, he had never had such intensity training. Therefore, some soldiers could not bear it. Some soldiers took advantage of their unpreparedness. To escape secretly.

Mu Hanyao looked at the restless soldier in front of him, and remembered Feng Aotian's words. He had killed 40,000 and 10,000. Could it be that when he returned to the border, he wanted to kill all the way? However, military law is greater than the sky, if it is the benevolence of women, they will be the ones who will be harmed later.

He was cruel and killed all those who had escaped. This time, many soldiers were shocked.

As the night darkened, Feng Aotian slowly retracted his skills, raised his eyes, and saw that Feng Yinqi's complexion had slowly recovered a little, and he was slightly relieved.

Mu Hanjin also put away her skills, raised her eyes and looked at her, "The emperor has been saved."

"Let him rest in the palace these few days." Feng Aotian stepped forward and fished out Feng Yinqi from the tub, pulled up the robe next to him, and wrapped him up.

Mu Hanjin smiled and nodded, "The Supreme Emperor went to the Jinluang Temple today, and the Manchu civil and military officials unanimously asked the first emperor to regain power."

auzw.com"So what?" Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, "The first emperor has passed away. Even if he comes back, he will be too emperor, and it is impossible to regain power. He wants to take this king down. Then we have to see if we have this ability. Tomorrow, the king will go to the early court, and the king will have to see who dares to make trouble in front of this king."

"The prince..." Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Aotian, "The minister will accompany you to dinner."

"Go to your Qinghui Pavilion." Feng Aotian smiled, and then the two of them sent Feng Yinqi back to the palace together, and went to Qinghui Pavilion.

As soon as Feng Aotian and Mu Hanjin entered Qinghui Pavilion, they heard the sound of sweeping the fallen leaves in autumn. She immediately leaned against the stone wall on one side, and saw that above the blue water and cold pool, one person stood proudly in the dust like a fairy. It seemed as if a fairy descended from the earth, which made people afraid to look at him. Dressed in purple clothes and fluttering in the wind, long hair pouring down, purple shirts are like flowers, long swords win over snow, endlessly beautiful and elegant, noble and vulgar.

She raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at Mu Hanjin, who was still on her side before removing her official robes. "It's also a purple shirt. Some people wear it more brightly, and some people wear it more luxuriously."

Leng Qianye heard the sound, then retracted the sword, turned around gracefully, and fell in front of Feng Aotian, watching her staring at him with interest, his cold eyes flashed with indifference, and he did not speak.

Seeing that he had returned to his indifferent appearance, Feng Aotian didn't care, holding Mu Hanjin's hand, and the two stepped into the bamboo forest.

Huanxi hurriedly stepped forward, "Minions see the prince."

"Prepare some food and wine." Feng Aotian's handsome face flashed a small smile, "I went to Lianghuai this time, and it was a fruitful harvest."

Looking at Feng Aotian in a good mood, Mu Hanjin was not disturbed by the emperor who appeared inexplicably, and said softly, "The officials in Lianghuai killed less than 30%, and the 100,000 horses hidden in the dark killed less than 50%. Ten thousand, all official salt was found, and it solved the food and grass of the border for one year."

"Sure enough, I can't hide anything from you." Feng Aotian raised his glass, drank it, and suddenly remembered Xing Wuyun, a wild smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Unfortunately, someone is not there."

"The prince is accompanied by ministers now, and still thinking of others?" Mu Hanjin's eyebrows flowed, her thin lips curled slightly, a toast, and a drink with her.

Feng Aotian smiled again, "Only a few of you are allowed to drink together, and you are not allowed to mention it?"

"He can now be on his way back to Beijing." Mu Hanjin had already received the news and continued.

"This king's mansion is not entered at will." Feng Aotian also did not expect that the slumber who had always avoided her but couldn't reach it, now actually pestered her and insisted on following her.

Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Aotian, "If you want to know Ye Meixi's current situation, Chen..."

"No need." Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at the stars in the distance, "Those who should be back will return one day."

Mu Hanyao also raised his eyes and looked into the distance. Yes, the person who should leave will go away someday.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Leng Qianye, "How about having a drink with this king?"

Leng Qianye looked at Feng Aotian, then raised his glass, raised his head and drank it, Feng Aotian gave a low laugh, and then drank boldly.

"Leng Qianye, do you know why this king wants you to be imprisoned with the palace and tortured day and night?" Feng Aotian watched Leng Qianye's face and finally turned to this topic. If she didn't say anything, there would always be between them. With a knot that cannot be opened.

Leng Qianye was startled slightly, put down the cup, raised his eyes slightly, and looked at her, "Lord, please say."

"Jealous." Feng Aotian held the cup and pointed at him, "Do you know how my emperor brother died?"

"Xianhuang?" Leng Qianye looked at Feng Aotian and shook his head.

"He was killed by his favorite queen. For the past two years, this king has been looking for evidence of her murdering the emperor's brother. However, it has been unsuccessful. Do you know what it was like for your favorite to be killed?" Feng Ao Tian seemed to be talking about the pain of this predecessor, "She was caught in endless pain and despair, unable to extricate herself. Therefore, she was jealous of that woman and hated her incompetence. She asked herself more than once, why could that woman get The love of the emperor brother is not good enough to be cherished, so she has to deal with it. Therefore, she wants to make that woman suffer, so that she can't taste the one she loves the most, and what it's like watching her beloved suffer Unfortunately, you, who was loved by that woman, became the object of this king's vent."

Leng Qianye listened quietly, couldn't help but sneer, haha, it turns out that his suffering in the past two years was just because of this? He felt very sad, raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, "You are a lunatic."

"Well, you're right, this king is a lunatic." Feng Aotian filled up the wine again and drank it all at once. "Have you ever loved?"

Leng Qianye's cold eyes flashed with a daze, has he ever loved it? No, he has never loved.

"If you haven't really loved it, you won't know the pain that you can't get, and you won't know how maddening this torture is." Feng Aotian raised his voice and laughed, "Leng Qianye, this For two years, this king has owed you, and this king can meet your request."

Mu Hanjin was stunned, looking at the sadness between her eyebrows, he knew that she was struggling with pain in her heart. Over the years, she had buried her feelings too deeply and too depressively, so she would act so extreme. He was thinking, if it was him at the beginning? Maybe he will do something crazier than her.

He raised his hands, put down the wine glass in Feng Aotian's hand, held her hand tightly, and looked at her, "Master, is it still painful now?"

Feng Aotian was slightly startled, does it hurt? She has never been in pain, because that person is not her, but if she fails, why does she feel so personally? She couldn't help asking herself, did she ever love when she was Li Ying?

She turned her eyes and looked at Mu Hanjin, "If you are by your side, the master will not hurt."

A soft light flashed in Mu Hanjin’s eyes. For a moment, he was covered by the distress. How long can he stay with her? Then, when he is not by her side, who will accompany her and endure with her? Is it painful?

Leng Qianye looked at Feng Aotian. He had thought about various reasons, but he didn't expect the reason to be so ridiculous. He suddenly got up and looked at Feng Aotian, "The minister asked the prince to let the minister leave."

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Go to the border gate, you are needed there."

"Yes." Leng Qianye has this intention. Maybe, he can find himself there, and find what he has lost in the past two years.

"Leng Qianye, this king gives you three years. If you can give the kingdom to this king to step down, this king will promise you freedom for the rest of your life." Feng Aotian's eyes suddenly became cold and coldly said. .

Leng Qianye was visibly taken aback. The meaning in her words was obvious. He knelt on the ground and said, "The minister leads the order."

Feng Aotian smiled lightly, "How long will it take you to go to the border?"

"When will the prince allow the minister to leave?" Leng Qianye calculated the time.

"Let's go tomorrow." Feng Aotian knew that some people couldn't keep it, and even if they kept it, they wouldn't be of any use. It's better to let him go, maybe there will be another gain.

Leng Qianye's hope of silence for two years was finally fulfilled at this moment. He could leave the capital, go to the border, and fulfill his father's last wish. Thinking about this place, he couldn't help but feel happy.

Feng Aotian could feel Leng Qianye's joy, and she toasted, "After three years, Lord is waiting for you to return in triumph."

"Yes." Leng Qianye quickly raised the wine glass, for the first time, respectfully toasting.

Feng Aotian drank it, then looked at Mu Hanjin, "I will leave it to you to talk today. If you are tired, go back to the bedroom."

"Okay." Mu Hanjin got up and helped her, "The minister will send you back to the bedroom."

"Is it so useless?" Feng Aotian laughed, then tapped his toes and left Qinghui Pavilion.

Mu Hanjin and Leng Qianye sat down again, and he toasted, "Congratulations to Brother Leng for his freedom."

"Yes, I can finally leave." Leng Qianye let out a long sigh.

It is also the first time that Mu Hanjin feels at ease in these years. "If Brother Leng goes to the border, he will definitely be the most happy."

"Well, did you just say that the prince gave your elder brother fifty thousand people?" Leng Qianye was really excited when he thought of this.

"Yes, but, according to the elder brother's temperament, there are also the slackingness of the 50,000 horses. I'm afraid it is. I don't know how many people have brought back." Mu Hanjin had obviously expected it.

"No matter how much, something is better than nothing." Leng Qianye was extremely excited when he thought of being able to lead soldiers to fight.

Mu Hanjin looked at him, "Brother Leng, see you again in three years!"

"Surely you don't need to tell the regent about your situation?" Leng Qianye thought that three years would be just a few years in his life for him, but for Mu Hanjin, it might indeed be the last day.

"No." Mu Hanjin shook her head.

"Well, after those three years, I must watch you standing in front of me alive." Leng Qianye raised his hand and patted Mu Hanjin on the shoulder.

"Okay." Mu Hanjin smiled lightly, and the two laughed at each other, then they toasted and drank together.

Feng Aotian returned to the bedroom and saw Feng Yinqi lying quietly on the bed from a distance. She remembered that before leaving Beijing, every time she went back to the bedroom, this little guy would rush towards her with joy, but, Now, lying here so quietly?

She stepped forward slowly, took off her robe, then went to the bed and hugged him in her arms. He knew that his mother had given him the poison, and he was willing to drink it so that he could be on the throne. With poison, what was he thinking at that time?

Feng Aotian felt that she was lonely, and she never knew what family affection was? No one has ever cared about her so much. When Ye Meixi left, his reluctance to himself touched her heart. Le Ling sacrificed his life for her and made her grateful. Mu Hanjin was grateful for her. Bravely stepping out of her cage made her feel that this little guy, for her, was willing to do so, she thought so, it turns out that she is not lonely in this world, and there are people who care about her and care about her , Isn't it?

Once her heart was cold, she could have no scruples, she could be bloodthirsty and murder, because she felt that human nature was cold, in her world, she never knew how to interpret the word warm, but now she feels There was a touch of warmth.

After drinking for three rounds, Leng Qianye looked at Mu Hanjin, "Go, I'll take a good rest for the night, and set off tomorrow."

"Go and see the old lady before you leave." Mu Hanjin continued.

"Okay." Leng Qianye nodded and looked at him, "Although I don't understand what love is, but for the first time I think she is very pitiful."

Mu Hanjin looked at Leng Qianye, "She doesn't need sympathy or pity, she is just someone who needs someone to love her well."

Leng Qianye was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly felt how happy Feng Aotian was to receive Mu Hanjin's love. Maybe, he shouldn't think about things too pessimistically.

Mu Hanjin then turned around, left Qinghui Pavilion, and walked forward step by step, until the pace gradually increased, until later, he had already flew away, and he couldn't wait to find it incredible. He She immediately fell outside the palace, stepped up, and walked inside, and saw her lying peacefully on the bed with Feng Yinqi in her arms. The panic of these days, at this moment, Zong Su calmed down, and she finally returned to his side.

Feng Aotian slowly raised her eyes and looked at the people who came slowly to her. Now she desperately needs a hug to fill her inner loneliness. Perhaps, he is not the one she loves, but it is her. The person who wants to stay desperately, because she has never loved or knows how to love.

Mu Hanjin stepped forward slowly, taking every step with extreme earnestness, as if he was a step away, feeling that this was a kind of blasphemy, until he came to her, Feng Aotian looked at his official robe, "Go The clothes are changed."

"Yes." Mu Hanjin looked down and saw that he was still wearing a purple official gown.

Feng Aotian looked sideways, watching him take off his heavy official robe, put on a crescent brocade robe, and restored the elegant appearance, she squinted her eyes slightly and looked at him with a small smile.

Mu Hanjin flicked his sleeves lightly, as elegant as jade, he slowly sat beside her, Feng Aotian leaned in his arms, and his fingers unsteadily picked up the belt around his waist and slipped in. Inside the clothes, the tentacles were smooth and tender skin, but she could feel that he was too thin. She raised her eyes, kissed his eyebrows, his lips, and with a flick of her bare hand, she easily lifted the restraints on her body. , Revealing his jade-like skin.

He raised his head slightly, revealing a slender and white neck. She wandered around him wantonly until she printed her mark on every inch of his skin, raised her eyes, kissed the lips of his mouth, and turned over. , Pressing him under her body, Mu Hanjin wrapped her waist unconsciously and stroked gently.

Feng Aotian's hand left his charming and shiny skin, her fingers clasped tightly, deepening the kiss. Now, she can't tell her true identity. When the time is right, she will tell her the secret, but now, she It can only be so.

Mu Hanjin allowed her to lead herself to an endless sea of ​​flowers, just like the valley she took herself to last time, full of white lilies of the valley, and the whole body exudes an elegant fragrance.

The lingering kiss finally ended when the two of them were about to suffocate. Mu Hanjin stared at her face that was reddened by emotion, he couldn't help turning over, pressing her down, bowed his head, and printed it again. The lovely lips.

Feng Aotian squinted his phoenix eyes slightly, looked at the man in front of him, stretched out his hand, wrapped around his waist, and turned over again, then raised his eyes and looked at him, "Now he is more bold."

Mu Hanjin panted, "Master, this is the nature of a minister."

Feng Aotian then leaned against his arms, fingers twitching the ink hair on his chest, "Tell the Lord, why vomit blood?"

Mu Hanjin moved her mind, turned her eyes, looked at her, "I miss you."

Feng Aotian laughed loudly, "Master doesn't know, you would say such love words."

Mu Hanjin smiled lightly, "That's also how I taught him well."

Feng Aotian chuckled, "Are you not with Leng Qianye today?"

"I have been with him these few days, I have said everything that should be said, and said goodbye to those who should say goodbye." Mu Hanjin stretched out his hand and took Feng Aotian into his arms, bowed his head, and kissed her on the forehead, "Master, You accompany the minister like this every day, can you?"

"Good." Feng Aotian raised his eyes, looked at him, and nodded with a smile.

A gleam of flowers flashed through Mu Hanjin's gentle eyes, and there was not much time like this.

Feng Aotian stretched out her hand and took the pulse condition, but everything was normal. She couldn't help but wonder why he vomited blood? It's been three times, will it be in the future?

Mu Hanjin closed his eyes slightly. In these days, he has never slept so comfortably. Feng Aotian raised his eyes, stretched out his hand, and traced the outline of his face with his fingers. The corners of his mouth smiled slightly, leaning against his arms. In, I don't know where Meixi is now?

Wuyue Country, due to its vast land and sparse population, the folk customs are very open. It belongs to the most northwestern land. Ye Meixi followed a shortcut and hurriedly rushed to the capital before dawn.

"His Royal Highness, here." The beautiful woman on the side, named Chuxia, and the maid Xianghan who sneaked into the Prince Regent's mansion last time, are Ye Meixi's close-knit maids, who have followed him since childhood.

Ye Meixi raised her eyes and looked at the capital in front of her, but her heart was filled with sadness. She raised her eyes and looked at the cold moonlight, making her even more lonely. "Master, I have only left you for two days, so I miss you. After this day, How should I spend these long nights?"

"Enter the palace." Ye Meixi sighed quietly, her handsome and enchanting face returned to coldness, and her eyes were even more chilly. She rode her horse into the capital, and then walked to the gate of the palace.

He turned over and got off his horse. The Guards saw the incoming person and quickly opened the gate of the palace and knelt on the ground together, "See the Five Princes."

Ye Meixi led the horse and slowly stepped into this cage. He took a deep breath and looked at the majestic palace in front of him. He must become the ruler of this palace, because this is the only thing he can do for her. Things are his last hope.

The court ladies who came and went, when they saw Ye Meixi, they were not happy, but astonished. It seemed that Ye Meixi was like a demon.

Ye Meixi ignored the court lady in front of him, but walked slowly forward, every step is extremely calm, he did not squint, dark red brocade, set off his face even more beautiful and unparalleled, early summer and Xiang Han followed behind, but it was with You Rongyan. Their master finally returned, resurrected from the dead, and this time he returned, he must be washed out and fight hard.

There is a trace of fear in Ye Meixi’s heart. For the mother and concubine who personally sent him to Huangquan, the person he once admired the most, but now, he harbors a deep hatred for her. He can't help but think of his past. It still hurts for no reason.

A **** ran from a distance, saw Ye Meixi, knelt on the ground and said, "His Royal Highness, Empress Chen, please come."

"Yeah." Ye Meixi replied in a deep voice, then stepped forward and walked forward.

Lifting his eyes, looking at the familiar palace gate, and walking up the palace, he saw a beautiful woman with a smile from the corner of her eyes.

Ye Meixi stepped forward, stood in the center of the hall, and said respectfully, "My child, please greet mother and concubine!"

In the hall, only their mother and son were left. The stunning woman smiled, "Kneel down and take off her clothes."

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