This Lord is Too Cruel: 020 So sad, do you miss your master?

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Male sex: "Master" is too cruel, 020 is so sad, do you miss your master?

Feng Gonggong flicked the dust, glanced at the ice-covered Ye Meixi in the hot spring pool, snorted in his heart, and followed Feng Aotian to Mu Hanjin's Qinghui Pavilion. Shu Chi Wuyan

Qinghui Pavilion is a newly built courtyard specially built by Feng Aotian for Mu Hanjin. The exterior of the courtyard is surrounded by powder walls, with green willows hanging down, and the courtyard is connected by a yong road, decorated with mountains and rocks, and the east wing is decorated with green bamboos; There are two green pine trees on the side; a dozen pots of autumn chrysanthemums under the south eaves, budding; a gap suddenly opened under the wall of the backyard, a group of clear springs, poured into the wall, around the step edge house to the front yard, hovering out of the bamboo, the whole The courtyard is elegant and delicate.

At this time, Lan Jingshu and Mu Hanjin are playing flutes and painting by the other. Now, they are like canaries locked in cages, except for passing the time with this poem and song. Come to comfort their withered hearts, and dispel the repression and heart struggles and pains, so that you can barely feel that there is a trace of nostalgia and value in this world.

When Feng Aotian arrived, he prevented the **** who was guarding the court from going to report, but followed the quiet and quiet flute sound all the way to the east.

Cuizhu moves with the wind, Mu Hanjin is dressed in snow-white silk and satin, with a white silk satin tied around her waist, a piece of suet white jade, and soft smoked silk gauze on her waist. His black hair is tied with a white silk ribbon. The eyebrows grow into the temples, the slender and gentle eyes, the beautiful bridge of the nose, jade-like fingers hold the white jade flute, the breeze is blowing, and the low voice of the flute carries an inevitable melancholy, just like his elegant and dust-free temperament, No trace of impurities.

And Qing Panasonic, Lan Jingshu wears a light blue brocade robe, with a gentle and elegant temperament, holding a paintbrush in hand, depicting the scene in front of him, every movement, as quiet as the green pine behind him.

Feng Aotian walked forward and walked quietly to Lan Jingshu's side, admiring his paintings, which are just a picture of autumn chrysanthemums, and the painters are also exquisite.

The sound of the flute stopped, and he just closed his pen, with a gentle smile at the corner of his mouth, admiring his paintings, and about to lift his eyes, looking at Mu Hanjin under the bamboo shadow to the east, turning his eyes, but Seeing Feng Aotian admiring the painting in his hand intently.

He paused, and the calm posture of Shi Cai no longer existed. He knelt on the ground in a hurry, before his knees touched the ground, his arm was gently brought by Feng Aotian, he raised his eyes, and his gentle eyes met her. With a cold smile, his mind sank. Now he is neither kneeling nor standing, but he can only bow and kneel, "The minister has seen the prince."

"Get up." Feng Aotian let go of his arm, and then he set his gaze on the picture of Qiuju before him.

"Thank you, Lord." Lan Jingshu was obviously a little embarrassed, thinking that in the past, the regent never came to their courtyard in the day before. Whenever he favored them, he was sent to her bedroom at night. Why did you come to Qinghui Pavilion just after returning home? It really puzzled him.

Mu Hanjin put away the jade flute and stepped forward. Only then did he see Feng Aotian standing with his hands under Qing Matsushita, his elegant face flashed with disgust and hatred, returning to the coldness he used to be, slowly Forward, "Weichen see the prince."

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Mu Hanjin. The sound of Shicai's flute was too sorrowful, as if he was telling endless sorrow and faint sadness.

He is indeed handsome, especially his thin temperament, calm and unhurried, but with a bit of stubbornness and a bit of arrogant temperament, and he has the capital to make Feng Aotian bother him.

"Come here." Feng Aotian said in a cool tone. Such an elegant person would naturally have to be well trained. However, such an arrogant person, but a person who has a very indifferent view of fame and fortune. However, he was imprisoned and insulted by the Regent Palace, and he was afraid that the former Feng Aotian had become a thorn in his heart and could never be removed.

However, she doesn’t want to remove this thorn, not only can’t it be removed, but the thorn gets deeper and deeper, so that this thorn becomes a heart knife loyal to her and sticks in his heart, but, look In his appearance, the eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar to Mu Hanyao, they are all the kind of temperament that prefers to bend, but unfortunately, because of this, they are controlled by her.

Mu Hanjin has a conditioned dislike for Feng Aotian’s touch, remembering that every time she tortured him, he always gritted his teeth and silently endured it, but the more so, the more it aroused her The evil tyrannical heart, every time, he would be tortured by her and couldn't get out of the bed. He could only recover some strength by lying in bed for five days.

He reluctantly, with a faint expression on his face, concealed his disgust, and moved forward step by step until he walked in front of Feng Aotian, but he was caught in his arms unexpectedly, with a touch of her brows and eyes. Gentleness is the soft light he can't understand. The corners of his mouth are raised slightly, and he whispered, "Master came listening to your flute sound, but your flute sound can be filled with deep sorrow. Is it because you miss your master? ?"

Mu Hanjin was a little startled, the first thought in her mind was, what is the regent? In the past, she would not tease him so much, let alone say such frivolous words. Which time did she say something that was not terribly ugly, crude and vulgar?

Of course, Feng Aotian knew the vulgar piety of her predecessor. In her eyes, except for the emperor who had died, other men were sexually abused playthings to her. Only the horrible thing that ravaged them was unbearable. She will get such a trace of joy and happiness.

Feng Aotian cannot erase the abnormal behavior of her predecessor, but she can add a little more color to this abnormal behavior. For example, Mu Hanjin in front of him can't be too violent to him. .

Her hands clamped Mu Hanjin's waist. Compared with Ye Meixi's boneless waist, his waist was relatively weak, but it still felt very good, with cold fingers separated Wearing brocade cloth, she wandered on him, drawing a little tingling sensation, her red lips had already touched his ears, spraying his white and tender earlobes with a touch of pink, very attractive, "Why don't you return to the Lord? ?"

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