This Lord is Too Cruel: 022 Are you taking off or are you taking off?

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Male color: "Lord" is too cruel, 022 you take off or do you take off?

The already tight body became abnormally stiff at this moment, and he couldn't even breathe freely. There was a reverberation in his mind that the regent was biting his skin, leaving countless bruises and blood. Taste, his cold eyes flashed indifferently, bite, bite, the pain of the body will never be worth the loneliness of the heart that has never recovered. Shu Chi Wuyan

It’s just that he waited for a while and didn’t feel any pain. On the contrary, she rubbed his ears gently between her teeth, and the tip of her tongue ran across the sensitive part of his earlobe, making him feel stunned. He raised his head, and her fingers ran across his chest, gently twisting the enchanting point, making him almost unable to hold it. Such tenderness was more difficult than the pain of lashing.

Lan Jingshu completely ignores the ambiguous breath on his side, staring at the inscription on the Qiu Ju map, staring blankly at the inscription on the map of Qiu Ju, shocked. The font on the right is like a dragon flying in the sky, very free and easy to use. Even if he is such a person who loves calligraphy and painting and wants to have such a fine brushwork, he is afraid that he will have to practice for another ten or twenty years before he can achieve such a mood.

While the pen is flowing, the sky is high and the earth is wide and thick, and at a glance, it reveals the domineering between the lines, "The chrysanthemum blooms in the forest, the green pine crowns and the rocks. With this beautiful and beautiful posture, you are the best of Shuangxia. "This line of inscription made him even more surprised. He could see the free and easy sighs and exclamations between the lines in this verse, as well as the prowess implicit in the verse, which was exactly the state of mind when he painted this painting.

Humanity is hard to find a friend, he suddenly raised his eyes, but saw the exciting picture in front of him, Lan Jingshu quickly lowered his head, and a touch of unpleasant thoughts flashed in his heart, which surprised him. What she was thinking about, she was condemned by everyone, and she couldn't wait for the regent who was smashed into pieces. With her cruel, moody temperament, she most disdainful of him, such a literary dance and ink, grabbed her mind and stopped talking.

Feng Aotian naturally read the expression of Lan Jingshu clearly from beginning to end. He looked sideways and saw that Mu Hanjin was trying his best to endure her, and suddenly thought of Mu Hanyao, who had endured her in the same way. Teasing, but Mu Hanyao has the courage to avoid her intimacy, but, Mu Hanjin, his mind is not as clear as Mu Hanyao can guess, the real Mu Hanjin is deeply hidden by him, She always looks at people very accurately.

Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at Mu Hanjin’s inscription. Even under her arbitrarily provoking, he could keep his mind steady, his strokes were very smooth, and the fonts seemed as beautiful as gurgling water. She arbitrarily, but she hides the sharp edge very well. A wicked smile was raised at the corner of her mouth, and she whispered in his ear, "Autumn clumps around the house are like the Tao's family, and the fences are gradually slanting. Not among flowers. I prefer chrysanthemum, this flower blooms without flowers."

Mu Hanjin took a deep breath, tried her best to endure it, tilted her head slightly, her slender neck is like a proud swan, letting Feng Aotian light a faint flame on him, and a breeze in her ears The gentle voice, this is exactly the verse of his inscription, his indifferent eyes flickered slightly, and he spoke calmly, "The prince, the minister is so indifferent, that makes the prince laugh."

Feng Aotian listened and laughed, "Compared with the inscription of the master, where does Han Jin think you are worse?"

Mu Hanjin’s eyes were dim, and then she remembered that she had also inscribed, turned her eyes slightly, waiting to look aside the poem, and the font, and looked at Lan Jingshu who was raising her eyes incredibly. , Can’t believe this was done by the regent.

Feng Aotian said solemnly, "Huh?"

Mu Hanjin suppressed the shock in her heart, pretending to be calm, and said, "We are at the disposal of the prince."

Compared with her poems, his is just a whim, feelings and grievances, while Feng Aotian's paintings and flutes between him and Lan Jingshu, and his inner words After doing it, he has always relied on talent and pride, although he was disdainful of Feng Aotian such a tyrant, but now, because of this poem, he has to change her a little bit.

"Jingshu, mount this painting to the master, and put it away." Feng Aotian glanced at the Lan Jingshu beside him with a smile but not a smile, tapped his toes, and flew away with Mu Hanjin.

When Father Feng saw this, he hurriedly chased him out of the courtyard.

Lan Jingshu looked at Feng Aotian's leaving figure, his eyes flashed darkly, lowered his eyes, and looked at the painting and the inscription in front of him again, laughing dumb, he was really stupid, this regent Wang was only on a whim, even if she had talent, so what?

Feng Aotian took Mu Hanjin to her bedroom.

Mu Hanjin’s white jade ribbon is gone, her robe is half hung on her shoulders, and her gown is half open. The white and delicate skin is pink, and her elegant and dusty temperament exudes a breath of people. Check out the mystery.

He clenched his hands into fists, hidden between his sleeves, a slightly thin body, standing with his back facing Feng Aotian, this palace, once he entered, he felt suffocated, and his lips were tight at the moment. Sip, pale, and beside him, the leather whips, candles, iron chains, ropes, and many unsightly tools of torture on the elevated shelf made him disgusted, and even with his talent, he was born with Feng Ao. A little talent was also rejected by the way.

The nightmare and misfortune of two years are like the imprints on his body and mind, which cannot be eliminated in this life. Even if he wants to escape or resist, thinking of what he is carrying, he is still unable to resist.

Feng Aotian felt the sadness in Mu Hanjin's heart. She turned her eyes and looked at the tools. These things were used on him. She knew his pain and hatred for herself, but it happened. Now, what she can do is to make him accept him again. If he is still obsessed like that, she will not force it. Those who can help her will get her luck, but can't get it, only destroy it.

"What are you still trying to do?" Feng Aotian's tone was still so cold, with unquestionable deterrence and coldness.

Mu Hanjin's narrow and gentle eyes flashed with a faint light, resisting the nausea in his heart, raised his fingers, took off his outer robe, and even pulled off all the coverings from his body.

Feng Aotian is a little helpless and speechless about his actions like this. In this palace, except for her, all the men she favors who come in must be naked. Mu Hanjin naturally thinks she wants to pamper him now, so she wants to Take off the clothes.

She stepped forward and waved her sleeves, and the robes scattered on the ground were put on him again. When Mu Hanjin was startled, his palm was already touched with coldness, colder than his body. His hands are still a bit colder.

Feng Aotian took him by the hand, and the two of them walked to the study on the right side of the bedroom. Xu hadn't entered for a long time. Although the study was cleaned by minions every day, it still smelled of mold.

Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Aotian incomprehensibly. She had never held his hand, and never allowed a man in a shirt to enter the palace. Moreover, at first glance, this study room rarely entered, I don’t know. What did she bring herself to this study? Is it to do something to him here?

Thinking of this, looking at the bookshelves in front of him, the soles of his feet were cold, and when he walked to the bookcase, Feng Aotian stopped. From a distance, he heard Father Feng panting hurriedly towards the bedroom.

She said coldly, "According to the king's will, tomorrow morning, no one will be absent."

"Yes." Father Feng heard Feng Aotian's order before he even panted, and immediately sent someone to give an order.

Feng Aotian turned his eyes, looked at Mu Hanjin, saw him stunned in the distance, and laughed low. The laughter did not contain a trace of temperature, "Why, I was thinking about climbing on the bed of my master just now, how can I stand now? Doesn’t move here? Do you take it off yourself or let the Lord take it off for you?"

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