This Lord is Too Cruel

"The prince, the minister dare not." Mu Hanjin met her eyes, with a slight smile still on the corner of her mouth, not not afraid, but reluctant.

Feng Aotian looked at him, stretched out his hand, pulled him into his arms, and hugged him tightly, "You'd better not lie to the Lord, otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?" Mu Hanjin's voice became extremely soft, as if to envelope all his soft light in her cold eyes.

"Master will bite you into pieces and swallow it bit by bit." Feng Aotian said in a deep voice, biting on his shoulder through the satin fabric, biting fiercely.

Mu Hanjin didn't feel any pain, but raised her hand slightly, wrapped her waist around her, and looked at him with slightly bent eyebrows.

Lan Jingshu sat aside, looking at the picture in front of him, his gentle eyes flashed a little light, he didn't understand why Mu Hanjin suddenly became like this, and he didn't know why the prince's domineering was so gentle. He suddenly remembered that in the days in Lianghuai, she gave him medicine, saved him, jumped into the river with him, and saved him, even more...

Feng Gonggong, standing outside the palace, whispered, "Lady Lan, the bath soup is ready."

"Yeah." Lan Jingshu looked sideways and looked at the two cuddling in front of him. He slowly got up, thinking about walking to the inner hall.

This place was the first time he entered in daylight so clearly. Looking at the tool rack not far away, he couldn't help but tremble a few times. Looking at the familiar bed, those unsightly pictures emerged in his mind. , He quickly closed his eyes tightly, plucking up his courage, and then slowly opened them. When he saw Feng Yinqi lying peacefully on the bed, his eyes flashed darkly, and then he stepped into the screen and looked at He had prepared the clothes he had worn before, he took a deep breath, raised his hand, untied his belt, and loosened Luo's clothes lightly. The clothes were scattered on the ground, and his skin was like a creamy skin shining from the screen windows. Under the light and soft light, it exudes a charming luster.

The wound on his waist was crusted, and the scar on his arm showed a pink color. He slowly stepped into the bathtub, immersed himself in the bathtub, raised his eyes, and looked forward, fingers picked up the water and slid over his arm, he Skill, stroking the position of his chest, that place was beating slowly because of the wound.

He raised his slender and white neck, mist filled the surroundings, he slowly closed his eyes, and fell asleep unknowingly.

Feng Aotian lowered his eyes and looked at Mu Hanjin's slightly thin face, thinking that he was too tired these days, and then he laid him flat on the soft couch, "Three days later, the Lord looked at you to vomit blood, if it is your wrist There is a red line everywhere, try it."

Mu Hanjin's gentle eyes flashed with a faint soft light, she raised her hand, held her hand in her palm, reluctant to let it go, he already had a plan in his heart.

Feng Aotian turned his eyes, after looking at the screen that Lan Jing hadn't come out yet, he looked at him, "You rest."

"Yes." Mu Hanjin answered in a low voice, closing her eyes slowly.

Feng Aotian got up from the soft couch, walked into the inner hall, walked through the screen, and saw Lan Jingshu lying in the tub to sleep, a slight smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, thinking about the time he hit the arrow last time , Has not rested well, and has been running around these days, and now, it is indeed a bit unbearable.

She walked forward, took the clean clothes on her side, stretched out her hand, fished him out of the tub, covered him with the brocade robe, and walked out of the screen holding him.

Lan Jingshu was still a little alert. He raised his eyes and saw Feng Aotian's cold eyes. When he lowered his head, he saw that he was lying in her arms with only one shirt.

His handsome face was covered with a light pink, and he lowered his eyes, leaning quietly in her arms, not daring to move.

Feng Aotian looked at such Lan Jingshu, and he thought of the emperor's brother who was as gentle as jade like him. However, with the same temperament, Lan Jingshu was a bit more brave and stubborn in his bones. ...

When Feng Aotian thought about this, she felt that she was a little more confused now, and she couldn't tell the truth from the false.

Feng Aotian hugged him and walked to the bed, put him down, looked sideways, and looked at Feng Yinqi who was lying on one side, a ruthlessness flashed in his heart.

Lan Jingshu lay quietly, but he was extremely uneasy. Looking at the coldness in Feng Aotian's eyes, the past appeared in his mind. He closed his eyes slightly, waiting for what was about to happen next.

Feng Aotian looked at Lan Jingshu like this, and ran his fingers across his lustrous skin, causing Lan Jingshu to tremble. What sounded in his mind was the image of the cave inside. He couldn't help the ground becoming hot and opened his eyes slightly. , Staring at Feng Aotian's face with a light smile, he was startled again, tensed, looking at her.

Feng Aotian raised his hand and covered the brocade on his body, covering his eyes with palms, "rest, take office tomorrow."

Before Lan Jingshu could react, Feng Aotian got up and turned to leave. He stared at her leaving figure in a daze. He raised his eyes and looked at the top of the sky, but he had the illusion of a world away. Suddenly he felt that this place was also Without such fear, sleepiness struck, and before he knew it, he had gone to sleep peacefully.

When Feng Aotian walked to the hall, she saw that there was no one on the soft couch. When she walked to the study, she saw him sitting on the soft couch reviewing the memorials, her eyes flashed helplessly, and then she stepped forward and sat down. In front of him, "the more presumptuous, even the Lord's will not listen."

Mu Hanjin looked at her, "I finished reviewing earlier, isn't the prince still going to see people today?"

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, "Yes." Then, he wrote, picked up the memorials he had brought, and read them one by one.

In the study, fascinated by the soothing sandalwood, the two quietly commented on the memorial...

Xing Wuyun felt that he must be in the wrong place. Why did he meet this Princess Qianning every time? The first time was a coincidence, the second time was accidental, then, the third time?

"Commander Xing..." Feng Qianning looked at Xing Wuyun in front of him, and quickly ran over, with a bright smile on her handsome face. Her appearance was three-point similar to Feng Aotian, but it's a pity. , There is nothing in the table.

Xing Wuyun reluctantly pulled out a smile, respectfully saluting, "The lower officials see Princess Qian Ning."

Madam Yu, who was following Feng Qianning, saw Xing Wuyun from a distance, and hurriedly stepped forward and pulled Princess Qianning, "Princess, go back to the palace."

Feng Qianning pointed at Xing Wuyun, "Mother Yu, this person is very interesting, I want him to play with me."

Xing Wuyun listened, and suddenly a dark cloud appeared in his heart. Is he the kind of master to play with others? Now he is busy looking for the master, thinking about this, he hurriedly laughed and said, "Princess Qian Ning, the officer has important matters, so there is really no time to spend time with the princess."

"No, I want you to accompany me." Feng Qianning stepped forward and suddenly pulled Xing Wuyun's sleeves, pouting, and refused to let go.

Xing Wuyun was a little helpless, but he couldn't openly push the princess away, he could only take a step back, and then said, "Princess Qianning, the official is really..."

"If you don't play with me, I will cry for you." Feng Qianning said, Dang even sitting on the ground, kicking his legs, completely like a small child.

Xing Wuyun felt that he was already the most arrogant person. He never thought that he had met a master now, and the one in front of him was even better than him.

Seeing this, Mother Yu hurriedly bent over to help Feng Qianning up, but she pushed her to the ground. Mother Yu looked at Feng Qianning and said helplessly, "Princess, you still follow the old slave. Palace, if you let the empress dowager see you, you will be miserable."

"No, the queen mother is terrible, I don't want to see her." When Feng Qianning heard the name of the queen mother, she immediately got up from the ground in fright, then turned around and ran away.

Mother Yu raised her eyes, just to meet Xing Wuyun's puzzled eyes, she quickly blessed her body and said, "The old slave retire first."

After speaking, he turned around and ran away after Feng Qianning's figure.

Xing Wuyun thought of Feng Qianning Shicai’s look, and suddenly felt a little strange, and felt that the matter had nothing to do with him. He cared about so much and what he did. Instead of spending this god, he might as well look for the wine father-in-law. Thinking about this, he moved faster , Walked to the courtyard.

When he reached the courtyard, he walked over with a smile, "Master, the disciple is here."

Jiu Gong turned his eyes and looked at him, "Go and wash all these jars."

After speaking, he pointed to the piled jars on one side. Xing Wuyun looked at it. There were more than two hundred jars. He shook his figure and turned his eyes to look at Mr. Jiu no longer paying attention to him.

He twitched the corners of his mouth. Hey, who made him an apprentice? Of course, the apprentice is used to do miscellaneous tasks. Then he carried the jar, squatted in a corner, and started to clean it.

Jiu Gong turned his eyes, looked at his back, his always unsmiling face, at this moment, a wrinkle appeared between his eyebrows and eyes.

When Lan Jingshu woke up, the sky was already dark. After getting up from the bed and looking at the situation in front of him, he realized that he had really come back and hadn't dreamed.

He lifted the quilt and got off the bed, only to find that he was wearing only a robe, his face was reddish, and he quickly walked to the screen, dressed properly, and walked out.

Feng Aotian leaned against the entrance of the inner hall and watched Lan Jingshu cautiously approaching her. A small smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. When he walked in front of her, she stretched out her hand and held his hand, "How can I come back? I became ashamed, but I remember that you were very active in the cave."

Feng Aotian said, then raised her to hold his hand, "Master, this hand does something for you."

When Lan Jing heard the book, he blushed even more, raised his eyes, but met Mu Hanjin's eyes looking at him, his eyes flashed with sadness, then he raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, "Master, two About Huai, minister..."

"I'm not going to talk about national affairs today. Since I'm back, I will rest. What's the matter, I'll talk about it tomorrow." Feng Aotian saw that Lan Jingshu was competing with Mu Hanjin, with a deep smile, thinking. He has always been incompetent with the world and has a gentle temper. For these years, Mu Hanjin is naturally his best friend. However, this best friend said that cruel thing to him. If she was changed to her, she would definitely tell him Turn your heads into enemies.

Mu Hanjin knew that her words were too heavy, but at that moment, he really wanted to kill everyone around her who could approach her, no matter who it was, but these days, he changed Thought, maybe, she shouldn’t pretend to be him alone in her heart. There will be more people with her. Then, when he leaves, she will not become sad because of him. After all, she will still be around Someone will accompany him down, right?

Mu Hanjin stepped forward and looked at Lan Jingshu, "Jingshu, what happened last time, Han Jin is polite."

After saying that, he bowed and bowed to him.

Lan Jingshu was startled slightly. Seeing Mu Hanjin's sincere words, he seemed to have thought of something, and felt that he was too stingy, and then said softly, "There is no need for you and me."

Mu Hanjin smiled lightly and looked at him, "If that's the case, then you and I will laugh at you."

"That's great." Lan Jingshu responded with a smile.

Feng Aotian didn't speak, and then stepped forward, landing, and looking at both of them, "Sit down."

"Yes." Mu Hanjin and Lan Jingshu sat down immediately.

During the banquet, the three of them were speechless and left dinner quietly. Feng Aotian looked at Mu Hanjin, "Jing Shu just returned to Beijing, Lord knows, you two have always been in focus, Meng is in focus, and now it is just right. , If you have something to go out, you two gossiping."

"Yes." Mu Hanjin replied softly.

Lan Jingshu also lowered his head, watching Feng Aotian leave. He turned his eyes and looked at Mu Hanjin, "Are you serious?"

"Yeah." Mu Hanjin looked at Lan Jingshu, "Let's go for a walk."

Lan Jingshu nodded. For the two of them, this palace of the Regent was already familiar to them, and even the plants and trees here clearly understood that they had lived like years and withered.

"Go to Qinghui Pavilion, or Jinxuan Pavilion?" Mu Hanjin asked as he walked.

Lan Jingshu smiled and said, "Go back to Jinxuan Pavilion."

"Okay." Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and looked at the scenery in front of her, "just ask if you have anything."

"What do you want to say to me?" Lan Jingshu knows Mu Hanjin's temperament, he has martial arts, and can hide from him for so long. I am afraid that people who know him well don't know that he can martial arts.

"I can only say that in this life, the prince is my destined person." Mu Hanjin looked sideways, her narrow and gentle eyes flashing firm eyes.

Lan Jingshu smiled lightly, "Do you really fall in love with her?"

"Yeah." Mu Hanjin also found it very strange. The pain in the past two years was his nightmare. However, facing her now, what he has in his heart is full of love, not even a bit of hatred. If there is hatred, that is why he hates himself for not being able to accompany her until she grows old.

Lan Jingshu turned his eyes and looked at the sky in front of him, "If one day I am tempted by her, will you kill me?"

"No, now, I hope you can stay with her, understand her better, understand her difference, walk into her heart, and stay by her side carefully," Mu Hanjin said quietly. Because, in this world, there are really not many people he can trust, and not many people who can want to trust him.

Lan Jingshu stared sideways, staring at his elegant silhouette, he couldn't help but was taken aback. What could make him willing to give up his self-esteem and fall in love with another man? They all know how much helplessness and grievance have been hidden in their hearts over the past two years, and they have been forced to endure it, but now, hasn't it been raining and sunny? But, why did he get stuck alone?

What happened in the days when he left Beijing? Why, everything has changed? It seems that it has nothing to do with him.

Yi Muqing's thin figure unexpectedly appeared in front of them, seeing Lan Jingshu from a distance, and a soft voice sounded, "I don't know, you are back."

Lan Jingshu retracted Mu Hanjin's gaze, looked at Yi Mu in front of him, but felt that something had changed. He smiled and said, "I just came back today."

"Go to my place and sit down." Yi Mu feels that he has improved a lot in the past few days. Today, he just came out for a walk. Since he entered the palace of the Regent, he has been locked in the cold courtyard and is not allowed to come out. , Even if he has the heart, he is powerless. Now, looking at the two old friends in front of him, they feel pity for the same disease.

Lan Jingshu and Mu Hanjin smiled at each other, and they returned to Meixiang Pavilion with Yi Mu. The three of them sat under the plum tree. There were a few small dishes on the stone table, as well as the plum stuffed by Yi Mu himself.

Yi Muqi poured a glass first, raised his glass, and looked at the two of them, "Cheers to you and I can get together again."

Lan Jingshu's handsome face is also rare to show a touch of casualness, and then toasted, looking at Mu Hanjin and Yi Mu, "Okay, to the three of you and me who can still drink so much alive, cheers."

Mu Hanjin held the cup, not knowing how long such days could last, he smiled and said warmly, "Cheers."

The three drank it, then filled it up again.

Lan Jingshu looked at Yi Mu, "Your body is much better now."

"Yeah." Yi Mu nodded, raised his eyes, and looked at Mu Hanjin, "This is also thanks to the prince's magic formula."

Lan Jingshu was startled slightly, and he turned his gaze on Mu Hanjin, "I didn't expect that the prince still has such skills."

Mu Hanjin stared at the wine in the cup, "She, there are still many things you can't do. In fact, even I don't know her all. She hides her thoughts too deeply, and she can easily see through everyone. He’s thoughts, but never thought of revealing a little bit of his thoughts so that others could see clearly."

Looking at Mu Hanjin's expression, Lan Jingshu and Yi Mu couldn't help sighing in their hearts. They also tacitly understood, and then they had a drink together.

Mu Hanjin raised her eyes, looked at the two of them, curled her lips and smiled, "The imperial examination is coming soon. Although you know that you are only rich in five cars, you still need to review the past and learn the new."

Yi Mu lightly smiled, "Can I really go to the scientific examination?"

"As the prince ordered, there is no reason for you not to go." Mu Hanjin continued, "Your father invited Ying today to lead his troops to the southwest to calm the chaos."

"I know." Yi Mu's eyes darkened, "It's a pity, my body is useless."

Mu Hanjin smiled again, "The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. Your body is really weak, but you can't bury your talents in vain. If so, this time, the future will be limitless. "

"Even so, I don't have this life." The sad cloud between Yi Mu's eyebrows was also condensed, and he said quietly, raising his head and drinking a glass of wine.

Lan Jingshu looked at Yi Mu like this, "Perhaps, many things, you and I need to look at it again. The prince today is no longer the prince before. There may be hope for Feng Guo's future."

Mu Hanjin looked at Lan Jingshu and Yi Mu, with a small smile, yes, there is more than hope, perhaps, in the near future, the whole world will belong to Feng Aotian, but unfortunately, he can't wait for that day. .

A faint sadness flashed between his eyebrows and eyes. He raised his hand and raised his glass, "Yi Mu, Minger, how about I go back to the house with you?"

Yi Mu had a pause and looked at Mu Hanjin, "I can't ask for it."

"Tomorrow, I will go back to the mansion too." Lan Jingshu thought about his father's dismissal. Now, he has just returned to Beijing and has not returned home for two years.

Mu Hanjin chuckled softly, "Come, to regain our freedom, cheers."

auzw.com The three laughed, and then they drank together. This night, under the plum blossom tree, with a bright moon in the sky, there was a faint fragrance.

Xing Wuyun came out of the palace and was about to return to the house. He raised his eyes and looked at the time. Only then did he remember that there was a lively scene tonight, and then he flew towards the restaurant.

Feng Aotian was not in a hurry to rush away, but strolled leisurely on the streets late at night. Now, it was late at night, and there were few pedestrians in the streets. She walked while admiring the rare comfort.

A figure fell, she did not turn around, but said in a light tone, "You are quite good at joining in the fun."

Xing Wuyun immediately walked beside her, "If you don't watch the excitement, you are a fool."

Feng Aotian smiled, ignoring him, and continued to walk forward, flexibly playing with the folding fan with her fingers, just like when they first met, she stood in the Furong Pavilion and looked at him. Walk down step by step.

Xing Wuyun looked sideways and stared at her. For some reason, there was a very comfortable feeling. He curled his mouth slightly, feeling that he had lived a monk’s life in the past two days, that is, no wine and no beauty, really. Miserable.

Feng Aotian turned his eyes to look at him with a dim expression, curled his lips and smiled, then stretched out his hand and hit his shoulders, his red lips slowly approached his ears, "Is thinking about wine, or beauty?"

"Thinking about it all." Xing Wuyun turned his eyes, and a soft touch passed by his ear, he was startled at first, and then replied.

"How about, Lord, accompany you to the Furong Pavilion?" Feng Aotian thought that the Furong Pavilion was rearranged by her, and the people in it were all replaced by hers, except for the charm.

Xing Wuyun listened, hey, it's not good to drink it. It's good to look and smell it, and then he responded readily, "Okay."

Feng Aotian laughed, and then walked towards Furong Pavilion. Now, at the time of the excitement, people who came to see Feng Aotian quickly greeted him, "Master..."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian looked at the woman beside her. She was about thirty years old. She was more shrewd than the old mother before. However, she felt cold, and she knew that she was trained for many years. to make.

Xing Wuyun looked at the old mother in front of him, and felt that the one before him had really reduced his taste. He looked sideways and looked at Feng Aotian, "Master, where did you find such talents?"

"Buddha said, don't talk about it." Feng Aotian raised the folding fan and hit Xing Wuyun on the head, and then the two walked into the Furong Pavilion.

The inside of the pavilion has been completely renewed. All the facilities and decorations are brand new and have a unique flavor. On the stands, charming and enchanting women dance **** and hot dances, and keep glancing down the stage. In the audience, the men yelled.

Xing Wuyun thought that he had gone to the wrong place and quickly rubbed his eyes. Then, he saw that it was still the same. Then, Xing Wuyun saw one side, which turned out to be a gambling shop. The two immediately went up to the second floor and saw the whole On the second floor, it is also turned into a huge private room, with all kinds of beauties, some are pure and lovely, some are charming and attractive, some are gentle and generous, and some are hot, all lying on the bed, posing sultry In the posture, different men stood on the side. In the middle, there was a man standing holding a hammer. The man below looked at the woman lying on the bed, and shouted the price according to the sign hanging on it.

Xing Wuyun blinked again. He was just one month ahead. How could this place become like this? He turned his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, "What are you doing?"

"Didn't you understand? At the bidding price, here is a woman with good looks. Everyone is specially trained. They are absolutely top quality. If you can pick up customers easily, of course the one with the higher price will get it." Feng Aotian said lightly. To say.

"So that's the case." Xing Wuyun nodded, then looked at Feng Aotian, couldn't help feeling that she was definitely a genius in business, and then approached and whispered, "Master, this is your idea."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian took Xing Wuyun around, and then went up to the third floor. The people on the third floor are more overcrowded than the people below, because there is only one woman on it, separated by a bead curtain. He couldn't see her appearance clearly, but Xing Wuyun could see who this woman was at a glance, but he didn't feel like her, because, compared to before, she was more charming and moving, and she knew that she was born with just one glance. Stunner.

"Isn't this Mei'er?" Xing Wuyun rubbed his eyes, took another look, and then looked at Feng Aotian, "Master, needless to say, the minister also understands, and he is bidding again."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "A big deal, this is the starting price."

Xing Wuyun blinked his eyes, thinking that although the capital is no better than Lianghuai, it is a place where wealthy businessmen gather. Even if the war is raging outside, this place is still a drunk and gold fan. The silver in their hands would rather be sprinkled here than thrown out to relieve those. Exposing the poor people on the streets is the essence of human nature.

Feng Aotian took Xing Wuyun directly to the fourth floor. This place was very quiet and was refurbished and improved. It was an open-air rooftop. Xing Wuyun looked at the rocking chair in front of him, then sat down and turned his head sideways. Seeing the whole street really, he just turned his eyes and saw the restaurant opposite.

The old mother hurriedly walked over with Furong Pavilion's account book and handed it to Feng Aotian respectfully, "Master, please have a look."

Feng Aotian took the account book, flipped through them one by one, and then pointed to one place, "Who is this person?"

"He is the son of Shangshu of the Criminal Ministry." The old mother's name was Cuiyun, and she was the dark guard of the palace.

"A son of the Shangshu of the Criminal Ministry is so generous. It seems that this king still missed this big fish. The last time it was collected, it has not yet been collected." Feng Aotian's eyes flashed a calculation, and then looked at Xing Wuyun, " Do you know him?"

"It's definitely not in the eyes of the prince." Xing Wuyun thought that the son of the Shangshu of the Criminal Department was a well-known straw-clad overlord. He was domineering and adulterous women all day long in Beijing. He was even more wealthy.

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, and indeed he had never seen this son of the Shangshu of the Criminal Ministry. However, the handsome men in Beijing were all in her palace. If they were not closed, they would be crooked.

"This?" Feng Aotian pointed at another person again.

"This is the son of Hubu Shangshu." Cui Yunfu said again.

"These two must be embarrassed?" Feng Aotian said solemnly.

"The prince, it's not it." Xing Wuyun lay comfortably on the recliner, knocking on Erlang's leg, twisting a grape in his hand, then swallowing it, and said casually, "They are natural enemies, but this person The other one must be snatched over, and often fights for a woman."

Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at him, "Since this Furong Pavilion was yours before, so should you?"

Xing Wuyun tugged at the corners of his mouth, "The ministers are noble than them. Although they linger among the thousands of flowers all day, they don't touch themselves."

The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, he stopped looking at him, and looked at Cuiyun to his side, "Are they all here tonight?"

"Yes." Cuiyun replied.

"Who are they here for today?" Feng Aotian asked slowly.

"Meier." Cuiyun replied respectfully.

"Go, ask the Lord for a price." Feng Aotian looked at Xing Wuyun and continued.

"Don't go." Xing Wuyun shook his head quickly, "The minister has no silver."

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, "No, you just ask the price. The higher the price, the better. You have to see how much they can give."

"My lord, I really don't know where your black heart came from." Xing Wuyun already knew the fate of the two guys outside, curled his lips, got up, and walked away leisurely.

Cuiyun watched Xing Wuyun leave, stood on one side, and watched Feng Aotian continue to look at the ledger.

"These silvers are saved for this king, and they will be of great use in the future. How are the branches in the other twelve small countries prepared?" Feng Aotian asked immediately.

"Now it has been arranged, and within two months, it will be open one after another." Cuiyun replied in a low voice.

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "Go down and take a look."

"Yes." Cui Yun nodded, then walked out.

Feng Aotian raised her eyes and looked at the restaurant opposite. It was still pitch black. It seemed that this person didn't plan to see her tonight. Thinking of this, a light smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, looking at the sky, and An hour.

Xing Wuyun was obviously lacking in interest. He walked slowly to the third floor and saw the two people sitting in front of him, one fat and one thin, one with fat pig ears, and one with sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks, shouting the price and glaring at the same time. other side.

Xing Wuyun coughed lightly, and then sat between the two of them.

The two were also stunned. The fat man on the right was the son of the Xingbu Shangshu, and the thin man on the left was the son of the Hubu Shangshu. When they saw Xing Wuyun, the two immediately raised their eyebrows.

The fat man raised his voice and laughed, "Hey, isn't this Young Master Xing? You are not staying in the Prince Regent's mansion now, what are you doing in Furong Pavilion?"

"Yes, can't the prince satisfy you?" The thin man quipped immediately.

Xing Wuyun's handsome face, peachy eyes slightly curved, with a charming smile, red lips slightly raised, and even more romantic, he lightly raised his sleeves, and said faintly, "Oh, what can I do in the Regent's Mansion? Furong Pavilion is better, the beauty is in her arms, the gentle nephrite, isn't it, beauty?"

Across the bead curtain, Meier looked at Xing Wuyun, her eyebrows flashed a touch of enchantment, her lips were slightly hooked, and she smiled slightly, "If yes, son, you have a long future."

Xing Wuyun smiled freely again, "Beauty, I will spend time with my uncle tonight."

"My son..." Mei'er's voice was numb, and it was even more fascinating, and everyone outside was stunned.

The fat man and the thin man beside him squeezed their eyebrows and reached an agreement. This shows that in the face of common interests, once a third party appears, the original battlefield of two people becomes three people. How to coordinate this In this situation, two people must unite to deal with the new invaders. So, there are no eternal friends in this world, and naturally there are no eternal enemies.

The man in front of him was holding a wooden hammer, knocking on the table in front of him, and then started shouting the starting price, "Starting at one thousand taels, please raise the price!"

"Two thousand taels." Xing Wuyun grinned, then picked up the sign and shouted.

"Two thousand five hundred taels." The fat man added immediately.

"Three thousand taels." The thin man quickly increased the price.

"Four thousand taels." Xing Wuyun immediately shouted.

"Four thousand five hundred taels." The thin man hurriedly followed.

"My son pays five thousand taels." The fat man replied without showing weakness.

Seeing this, the brothers behind him are also closely following the price. In this way, the already lively hall is now full of people. Some are indeed watching the excitement. Seeing that the price is getting higher and higher, many of the sons are also Waiting and watching, did not start.

Until later, "One hundred thousand taels." Xing Wuyun yelled out readily, without any pressure at all.

"I'll pay 110,000 taels." The fat man shouted immediately.

"I also paid 110,000 taels." The thin man hurriedly raised his voice.

Xing Wuyun looked at the two people in front of him, and it seemed that they were really rich, and then he flicked his finger and said, "My son will not be added."

The fat and the thin raised their eyebrows proudly and looked at Xing Wuyun, "Master Xing, accept, it seems that this beauty is going to accompany this master."

"It should be with my son." The thin man said quickly.

"You paid 110,000 tael, and I also paid 110,000 tael, but I was the one who called for the price first." The fat man hurriedly raised his neck and said.

"Okay, I'll pay 120,000 taels." The thin man called out immediately.

"You...cross the river to tear down the bridge." The fat man jumped his feet suddenly with anger, then stepped forward and threw the thin man to the ground. The fat body directly pressed the thin man out of breath.

Immediately afterwards, there was a mess, and the two people scuffled together, and even followed their entourage.

The other brothers looked at the scene in front of them, and suddenly felt amused. They stood aside, sat around and watched the show.

Xing Wuyun yawned, then got up and went up to the fourth floor with a bored expression.

Feng Aotian looked at him like this, "It's only halfway through the good show, and you are back."

"Such a boring drama, what's so good." Xing Wuyun lay lazily on the recliner, swaying, looking at the restaurant in the distance, with a smile on his face.

Feng Aotian looked at him with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, and then said, "boring? If the Lord left you here for bidding, what do you think?"

Xing Wuyun listened, his figure shook, he fell directly from the recliner, raised his eyes, and looked at Feng Aotian, "Master, don't forget, now the entire capital city knows that the minister is the prince's person."

"Really?" Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, "Master, remember that you didn't want to."

"Now that you are willing, isn't it?" Xing Wuyun said smoothly, then stepped forward, walked in front of her, gritted his teeth, "Master, you can't just give up."

Feng Aotian lowered his eyes and stared at him, "It's not that simple to be a master. You are not good at it."

"Master, you look down on people too much." Xing Wuyun looked at Feng Aotian, suddenly felt that he had been fooled, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and then leaned forward, holding his hands on the handles of Feng Aotian's seat. Lowered his head, "The prince, although the minister likes women, he doesn't mind talking to the prince..."

Feng Aotian raised his finger gently, and slowly drew it along his back until it touched the gap between him through the cloth, with a light touch of his finger, "Oh, let me see how you are. ."

Xing Wuyun suddenly stunned, his face turned blue and purple, and he felt that his fingertips were about to..., suddenly felt a chill, and quickly stepped back, then suddenly turned around, clutching his beating heart, feeling self-conscious His cheeks were hot.

Feng Aotian raised her eyebrows, so she dared to play with her father, she immediately got up from the chair and slowly stepped forward, her hands wrapped around his waist from behind him, and the tip of her tongue licked his pink ear. His hands slipped slowly toward his chest.

Xing Wuyun felt that he was in trouble and wanted to break free. However, his legs did not listen. He squinted his eyes slightly, lowered his head, and watched that his hands had slipped into his clothes and his cold fingers were touching his skin. , Making him shiver uncontrollably.

"The prince..." Xing Wuyun felt that if he continued like this, he would definitely fall. He raised his eyes, but met Wei Zimo's eyes at the restaurant. He suddenly woke up and hurriedly avoided Feng Aotian's shackles, and then lighted his toes. Point, landed in the restaurant opposite.

Feng Aotian looked at Xing Wuyun's escaping figure, with a touch of evil charm at the corner of his mouth. He raised his eyes and looked at the restaurant on the opposite side that was already lit up. There was also the enchanting figure standing by the window with his hands around his chest and did not go forward. , But, just like this, watched quietly.

Cuiyun walked over with his head down, "Master, people have already been brought."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, then glanced at the red opposite, turned around, and walked downstairs.

In the hall on the third floor, the fat man and the thin man were still fighting together. Not far away, there were two men standing. Their faces were already pale with anger. Seeing the unsatisfied son in front of him, he suddenly felt that his old face had been thrown in, and it was more important. However, when they saw Feng Aotian coming down from upstairs, they knelt on the ground in shock.

"The minister sees the prince!" the two called out tremblingly.

"The two Qings, are you the son of your waiting mansion who are fighting there?" Feng Aotian stood with his hands in front of them, and asked in a deep voice.

"It's the unfilial son of the minister." Xingbu Shangshu and Hubu Shangshu quickly replied, suddenly sweating in cold sweat.

Empty, the son of your house can spend 120,000 taels for only one woman, which is really lavish. "Feng Aotian said slowly, but every word was icy cold.

Hubu Shangshu shuddered in fright, and said hesitantly, "The prince... the ministers and the children have no way."

"Is the godson helpless? Or the things owed to the master have not been paid off yet?" Feng Aotian said coldly.

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