This Lord is Too Cruel: 070 Youth love? Love spell?

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The night is quiet, the moon is bright and the breeze is clear, but his endless indifference is endless, the elegant back, but it is a thousand sadness. Shu Chi Wuyan

Leng Qianye stared at Mu Hanjin’s elegant figure, but felt that he seemed to have heavy shackles on his body, which completely imprisoned him, and the whole body was densely covered with dark clouds. Now the moon is light and the wind is light, and he can’t escape. Layers of black mist on his body.

He couldn't help thinking about what it was that gave him such a lonely back, a peerless and independent coldness, this indifference, which he couldn't see through.

Mu Hanjin turned her eyes to meet Leng Qianye’s doubts, and smiled, "Brother Leng, in the near future, this world will change drastically, I hope you can figure out how you should go."

What does Leng Qianye want to say, but he wants to say something, he still has a way to go in the future? Now, having been trapped in this palace of the Regent for two years, there is no way to go, and he can't move anything. Even if he is full of ambitions, it is nothing but vain.

Mu Hanjin said indifferently, "The Lord's mind is unpredictable. Earth-shaking changes have taken place outside these days. After Brother Leng recovers from his injury, he can go for a walk."

Leng Qianye was silent and turned around indifferently, "Maybe."

Mu Hanjin saw that he was determined, so he stopped talking. He is now a free body, but even if the body is free, what about the heart?

Feng Aotian stood outside the palace, looking at the moonlight tonight, it was much colder than before, she couldn't help sighing, how long has it been since I have enjoyed the moonlight like water?

"Meixi, see the prince." Ye Meixi has recovered very well over time, and her complexion is even more energetic than before, and her whole person is like a new look. In front of Feng Aotian, it is not like the past. That kind of flattery and flattery, the appearance is the same, beautiful and enchanting, but it reveals a natural and luxurious atmosphere, not as weak as the past, but a bit more tough and tough as a man should have.

Feng Aotian looked at him and thought, this is what he should have looked like, she knows that one day, he will still leave. Some things, especially things carved into the bones, are It can never be forgotten and easily forgotten, let alone that place needs him.

"Get up." Feng Aotian said lightly.

Ye Meixi stepped forward and didn't fall into her arms as tenderly as before. Instead, he opened his arms and embraced her in his arms. He felt that this position was more comfortable now.

Feng Aotian leaned in his arms, she was indeed a little tired these few days, and the two of them hugged each other like this, looking up, admiring the moonlight.

Feng Yinqi felt that he was left out. Uncle Wang only had his beauty in his heart. He leaned against the door, sighed countlessly, and said sourly, "Hey, Uncle Wang, my nephew also needs someone to hug."

Feng Aotian left Ye Meixi’s arms and looked at him, "Go to sleep."

"Uncle Wang is not around, and my nephew can't sleep." Feng Yinqi pouted and looked at her pitifully.

Feng Aotian looked at such Feng Yinqi, with a small smile at the corner of his mouth. At this moment, there are still people who are not afraid of her lewdness, and they are probably the only two who will be with her.

"Come here," she said coldly.

Feng Yinqi listened, stepped out of the bedroom, rushed to Feng Aotian, and fell into her arms, "Uncle Wang, since the night is long, there is no sleepiness, why not drink to the moon? ?"

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and stared at him, "Even if I drink, I don't have your share."

"Why?" Feng Yinqi raised his eyes, stared at her, and looked at her.

"What wine does your child drink?" Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Ye Meixi, "A few drinks with my master."

"Yes." Ye Meixi nodded, and after spending time with him, he realized that she was actually more vulnerable than anyone.

Feng Yinqi tugged at her sleeves, "Uncle Wang, you are partial. The first time my nephew drank alcohol was taught by Uncle Wang."

"Really?" Feng Aotian avoided this topic directly. Yeah, he drank for the first time, about five years old.

"So, nephew too." Feng Yinqi nodded quickly with a look of expectation.

Feng Aotian thought about such an elegant night, don't want to lose interest, so he said, "It's rare that you are in good spirits tonight, so it's OK."

"Uncle Wang is the best." Feng Yinqi hugged Feng Aotian's arm and smiled brightly.

In a short while, wine and food were placed outside the palace, Ye Meixi toasted, "Meixi respects Master."

"Okay." Feng Aotian raised his glasses happily, and the two drank all at once.

Feng Yinqi also raised his glass immediately, "My nephew also toasted Uncle Wang a glass."

"Okay." Feng Aotian also responded, and then he toasted and drank.

After a few cups of wine, Feng Aotian came into interest, still remembering her past life. She seldom drank alcohol, because she had to keep a high level of vigilance at all times, so she never knew what it was like to drink. Now, she toasted, turned the glass, looked at the lustrous liquid inside, and drank it with her head up, "Sure enough."

Ye Meixi filled Feng Aotian with wine. Her phoenix eyes were blurred, her red lips were slightly hooked, her face was like a peach blossom, and she inadvertently revealed a touch of charm. The wine is not intoxicating and everyone is drunk. He is already intoxicated.

"Kairen, sing a little song to my master." Feng Aotian smiled and looked at him.

"What do you want to hear?" Ye Meixi put down her wine glass, quickly returned to her senses, and smiled charmingly.

"Your favorite." Feng Aotian raised his glass and pointed to him, "Master, you can hear that singing and dancing are popular in your place, and everyone opens their mouths and becomes a song."

Ye Meixi smiled, showing all kinds of amorous feelings, holding the jade chopsticks in one hand, tapping the wine glass, raising her eyes, looking at the night sky of Moon Shadow Star, humming softly, the voice is not the same as before She's coquettish and gentle, but with a touch of youth and frivolous clarity, with a touch of magnetism.

Where to go?

The long sword is accompanied by white clothes,

The ignorant teenagers don't have sorrow and affection.

The wind is blowing, the river is cold, the rain is falling, and the heart ripples,

I laughed arrogantly and sang my face.

Tomorrow and night...

Drunk dream life is a scene,

After the pain, it is hard to find out.

My love is so great, only Feihua Mengying is left.

Looking back and looking again, Yiren is still standing.

See all the ups and downs, drink alone and remember.

Waiting for reincarnation for several generations, dreams pass away.

The red dust hides the fairy,

Never look back, why bother to swear,

The youth is easy to pass away, and loneliness is with me.

A smile when we meet, a confidant,

Life and death promise,

Don't ask how much is parting.

It's hard to find out after being drunk.

My love is most, only Feihua Mengying is left

Looking back and looking again, Yiren is still standing.

See all the ups and downs, drink alone and remember.

It's hard to find out after being drunk.

My love is so great, only Feihua Mengying is left.

Looking back and looking again, Shushan is still standing.

See all the ups and downs, drink alone and remember...

See all the ups and downs, drink alone and remember...

At the end of the song, Feng Aotian stared at the loneliness, sadness, and sadness that flashed in his eyes. She whispered, "What's the name of this song?"

"Juvenile love." Ye Meixi restrained her mind and looked at her. For some reason, she suddenly thought of this song.

Feng Yinqi drank from one cup after another. The amount of alcohol was very poor, and he was already drunk. He lay on the table, hiccuping and falling asleep.

Feng Aotian was silent for a long time, and laughed, "What a juvenile love." Then, he filled up his wine, raised his glass, "Drink."

"Okay." Ye Meixi smiled charmingly, and toasted to drink with her.

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at Father Feng, who was beside him, "Go and get a pipa for the Lord."

"Yes." Father Feng responded quickly, and ordered someone to give orders.

For a moment, Gong Gong Feng presented the pipa with both hands to Feng Aotian. She was still holding the pipa halfway, stroking the strings with her slender fingers, everything was silent, and the deep melody sounded slowly, with a faint disintegration. She looked sideways and looked at the moonlight. This was the first time she played this song, because, in the dead of night, she always looked at his back and listened to him playing this voice over and over again. Until later, she naturally remembered the song in her mind, like a mark, lingering.

Ye Meixi has never seen such a sad side of Feng Aotian. Listening to the sad tune, her resolute eyes are full of indescribable melancholy at this moment, seeming to miss something... She closed her eyes slightly... His eyes were dim. At this moment, who was she reading? Who is thinking of?

Muddy tunes floated above the silent regent palace. Mu Hanjin was looking at the window and looking at the moon, with such a sad tone echoing in his ears. He tapped his toes and flew up on the eaves, looking towards the towering palace. When he saw the person holding the pipa flicking, his cold eyes were slightly constricted, and he stood with his hands behind him. The fingers in his sleeves were slightly curled up, standing silently like a sculpture.

At the end of the song, but I don’t know how many sad things aroused the young people in this house, Feng Aotian raised his eyes, looked at Ye Meixi’s thoughtful appearance, and put the pipa in one place, "Lord Jiner This one is also arty and hurts the spring and the autumn once."

"Master, what's the name of this song?" Ye Meixi asked softly with her red lips slightly raised.

"Love curse." Feng Aotian raised his wine glass and drank it all in one fell swoop, "It's getting late, let it go."

"Okay." Ye Meixi smiled lightly, then got up.

"Uncle Wang...Uncle Wang...Don't leave your nephew..." Feng Yinqi suddenly got up, opened his eyes, staring at Feng Aotian, and shouted loudly.

Feng Aotian saw that Feng Yinqi was already drunk and unconscious, stretched out his hand, hugged him into his arms, turned around, and entered the bedroom.

Ye Meixi followed closely and entered the palace together.

The next day, Feng Aotian helped his aching forehead to get up, and saw that Feng Yinqi was still asleep. It seemed that he would not be awake for a while, so he just got off the bed, Ye Meixi was already dressed properly. Turning around, curled his lips and smiled.

Feng Aotian is also after dressing up, stepping out of the inner hall, Ye Meixi has already prepared breakfast, the two laughed at each other, and then sat down to have a meal together.

Mu Hanjin stayed up all night, staying outside the palace early in the morning, standing still with her head down.

Feng Aotian looked at his still thin figure and said coldly, "I won't come in yet."

Mu Hanjin stepped in slowly, saluting respectfully, "Weichen sees the prince."

"Sit down." Feng Aotian looked at him, "Even if it is different, you still have to pay attention to your body."

Mu Hanjin immediately sat on one side, watching Feng Aotian hand Tang to him as usual, he said warmly, "Yes."

Ye Meixi sits aside and prepares vegetables for Feng Aotian, "Master, when will you be back today?"

"Your body is almost recovered, the day after tomorrow, take a trip to the far door with your master." Feng Aotian naturally put the vegetables in his bowl and said.

"Okay, everything is what the Lord said." Ye Meixi smiled, smiling brightly at Feng Aotian.

Mu Hanjin put down the bowl, raised her eyes, and looked at her. Going away? Where to go?

Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at him, "You will leave the affairs of the court to you. If there is a major event, report it to the king immediately. The king thinks, the forces that have been hidden behind you for so long are spread throughout this whole piece. In the mainland, it is easy to return quickly."

"Yes." Mu Hanjin answered faintly, looking down.

Feng Aotian stopped breakfast, rinsed her mouth, cleans her hands, and just got up. Ye Meixi also got up with her, took the initiative to move forward, hooked her neck, and gave a soft kiss on the corner of her lips. Changed back to the original charming look, "Meixi waits for the Lord to return home."

"Okay." Feng Aotian also smiled at him, leaned slightly, gave another kiss, turned around, crossed Mu Hanjin's side, and walked out.

Mu Hanjin still followed her indifferently, but she did not hold his hand to leave, he lowered his head, suddenly felt the colder fingers, raised his eyes, looked at her indifferent back, and said nothing. .

The two sat in the imperial court, Feng Aotian closed their eyes and rested. When they passed the street in the morning, they were not as silent as they used to be. People had already begun to move. They were still afraid of the regent, but these times In Japan, the policy she issued also left a trace of gratitude in the hearts of the people.

Mu Hanjin was also silent, sitting quietly beside her, close at hand, but he felt that they were separated by thousands of miles. Isn't this situation like that he once liked? Why is there a faint sadness in my heart now?

The early dynasty remained the same, and it was not affected by the emperor's absence.

"All the Qing's returning the king's silver can maintain Feng's expenditure for one year, and there is also a wealth of disaster relief. It can be seen that all the Qing's are rich and capable people." Feng Aotian said to the household After reporting the accounts of these few days and the situation of the Treasury Bank, he said in a deep voice.

The ministers hung their heads and kept silent. These are all they racked their brains and thoughts, and saved half a lifetime of savings. Now, they are offering them like this, although it has been almost half a month. However, they still couldn't sleep through the night, and their hearts ached.

Feng Aotian already knows the interests of officials, but now Feng’s country is in danger. If you don’t want to do something, sooner or later, it will be messed up. Now, she has just reorganized the entire capital city, and all places are still What's more, if merchants in other places get news from the capital, in case the house money is expropriated, they will definitely be transferred to neighboring countries. In this way, wouldn't she be worth the loss, and the three princes now hold Feng Guo Most of the economic lifeline, how she can get Feng Guo's economic network from him back to her own hands, still need a long-term plan, besides, this person is definitely not a kind person.

After the early dynasty, Feng Aotian stepped out of the palace, and Mu Hanjin went to the Inspectorate. These days, he was working in the government office all day long, and after reporting to Feng Aotian, he got in the carriage and left slowly.

Feng Aotian sat in the middle of the imperial court, and was about to leave, when she saw a yellow figure stopping Luanjia, she raised her eyebrows slightly, "What do you want to do?"

Xing Wuyun laughed and said quickly, "The prince has forgotten one thing about allowing his courtiers."

"Really?" Feng Aotian sat in the emperor's court, and his lips opened in a cold voice.

Xing Wuyun stepped forward and smiled romantically, "The prince is really a nobleman who forgets things. Do you still remember that Yunzhun let his courtiers feast his eyes with "Ao Xue"."

"Well, there is such a thing." Feng Aotian nodded slightly, "However, I am not in the mood now."

"My lord, you can't break your promise." Xing Wuyun smiled slightly stiff, he sacrificed his hue and threw all his first kiss to her. This "Ao Xue" was something he had long thought about.

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, "He just said that he was not in the mood today, and didn't say not to lend you."

"When did the prince be in the mood?" Xing Wuyun suppressed the anger in his heart, clearly, this regent is a master of hatred, and now, he must still remember the last time he played with her.

Feng Aotian slightly sideways, "Come up."

Xing Wuyun was visibly stunned and smiled, then he flew into the imperial court and sat next to her.

The imperial curtain fell, and Feng Aotian leaned forward slightly, looking at him, "Except for the smell of wine, there is no fat or powdery smell. It seems that you are still very obedient."

Mu Hanjin, who was sitting on the carriage, heard Xing Wuyun’s voice from a distance. He opened the curtain and watched him go to the imperial court. Mu Hanjin lowered the curtain and leaned against the wall of the car. Eyes closed tightly.

Xing Wuyun looked at Feng Aotian's approaching face and looked at her with a vigilant look. The last incident was a lingering fear. This time, she must not sacrifice her hue. It is too depressing.

When he heard her words, he even had a meal. In the past few days, besides drinking and having fun all day, there is really no woman beside him. He quickly turned his head and missed the face that was close to her. He decided this time After going back, you must find a woman.

Feng Aotian laughed dumbfounded when he saw him like this, and then sat up straight, "Ao Xue is not easy for anyone to ride."

"The courtier understands." If he could ride easily, would it take him so hard?

Feng Aotian looked sideways, "It is extremely spiritual. If you don't have the breath of the king, it will be difficult to get close."

"So, the courtier asked the prince to reward him with a piece of your clothes." Xing Wuyun quickly replied.

Feng Aotian smiled, "This breath is not something that can be found on clothes."

"So what?" Xing Wuyun smiled uninhibitedly, do you want him to stay with her?

"My master is not in the mood today, maybe tomorrow." Feng Aotian said quietly, closing his eyes and taking a nap.

Xing Wuyun understood what Feng Aotian said. If he wanted to see "Aoxue", he had to stay by her side and wait until she was in a good mood.

Why does he think he chooses to come today, so he can't bear it anymore? However, on second thoughts, if she is determined to fix him, even if he chooses an auspicious day, it will be the same. He simply doesn't care about it. When he tilts his body, he lies lazily in the imperial court, revealing his romantic nature. Close your eyes and take a nap.

Feng Aotian went back to the Prince Regent’s mansion. These days, the three princes still did not do anything, and he could see that he was very calm, but she knew it well and couldn't be anxious about it.

Walking to the bedroom, Xing Wuyun wore a free and unrestrained smile. This light yellow gown seemed to be suitable for him, and he followed Feng Aotian smartly.

Ye Meixi counted the time and saw her from a distance. Then, she stepped out of the bedroom to meet her, and then she saw Xing Wuyun behind her, her eyes flashed with a gleam of light, "Master, you are back. ."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian stepped forward, holding Ye Meixi's hand, feeling that his internal strength had recovered 70% to 80%, and there should be no problem following her on a long journey the next day.

Xing Wuyun looked at the enchanting man in front of him, scorching his blossoms, escaping, very glamorous, and suddenly thought of the guy with a lot of cleanliness in his heart. If he could have such a temper, it would be fine. What a pity, that person Too arrogant, never put anyone in the eyes.

Ye Meixi affixed her affectionately to Feng Aotian's body, looking at Xing Wuyun between her eyebrows and her eyes were provocative, and then took her hand and walked into the palace.

Xing Wuyun looked at Ye Meixi's expression, with a deeper smile on the corners of his mouth, the bright sunshine, and the brighter appearance shining on him.

Feng Aotian turned her eyes, just to see Xing Wuyun's unkind smile, she smiled evilly, and Feng Aotian stared at him coldly.

Xing Wuyun's smile froze on his face, and followed Feng Aotian silently. In order to see "Ao Xue", he endured it.

Ye Meixi approached Feng Aotian's ear and asked in a low voice, "Master, where did you find the beauty?"

"Furong Pavilion." Feng Aotian looked at his jealous face, chuckled, and replied.

"From a distance, I can smell the alcohol and vulgar powdery air on him." Ye Meixi said in a voice that the three of them could hear.

Xing Wuyun pretends to be romantic and walks carelessly. He has always been forgetful, especially people who have nothing to do with him.

Feng Aotian chuckled softly, stretched out his hand, pinched the soft flesh on Ye Meixi's waist, and stepped into the bedroom.

"Yeah..." Ye Meixi screamed in surprise, then stared at Feng Aotian sadly, her beautiful eyes leaning against Feng Aotian's arms, "Master, you are so bad."

Xing Wuyun listened to Ye Meixi’s voice. It was called a numbness. Compared to his Meier, he was even more charming and charming. He couldn’t help but raise his eyes and glanced at Ye Meixi more, thinking that this regent is Where did you find these stunners.

Feng Aotian knew that Ye Meixi did this deliberately. The reason can be imagined, so she didn’t break it. She immediately sat on the soft couch, Ye Meixi fell into her arms, poured a cup of tea, and handed it to she was.

Feng Aotian took it, took a sip, then put it down, looked towards the inner hall, Feng Yinqi was still asleep, she got up from the soft couch, Ye Meixi pulled her sleeves, and the two stepped inside Tang.

Xing Wuyun also followed Feng Aotian’s gaze and saw Feng Yinqi. Thinking about these days, there are rumors about the emperor and the regent among the people, so he poured a cup of tea and took a sip. Putting his lips down, it's bitter, but the wine suits him.

She stepped into the bed, and she saw Feng Yinqi's cheeks flushed and she was sleeping very heavily. She suddenly felt bad, sat on the side of the bed, gave him this pulse, her eyes sank, obviously, she drank too much , Leading to alcoholism.

She lifted him up and looked at Ye Meixi, "Bring the red porcelain bottle in the box."

"Yes." Ye Meixi went back to Yihuan Pavilion after Feng Aotian's early reign. He thought that the emperor was also drunk, so he didn't care about it. Now, she knew it was poisoned.

He turned around, arrived in a few steps, opened the box, took out the red porcelain bottle, turned around, and handed it to Feng Aotian.

Feng Aotian opened the porcelain bottle, took the pill out, put it into his own mouth, bit it into pieces, then lowered his head, printed Feng Yinqi's lips, and fed it down.

Ye Meixi looked at Feng Aotian's movements, somewhat unpleasant, his hobby was too unique, he clearly remembered that Leng Qianye was fed like this last time, and now...this emperor is not her Nephew? Moreover, at such a young age, the master can also make a mouthful.

Xing Wuyun caught a glimpse of the situation in the inner hall, and his eyes widened. This is too... He squirmed his throat abruptly. Although he was saving people, it was too straightforward to change to another method? Although the emperor is small, he is also a man after all, and the regent is too heavy.

Feng Aotian now only cares about saving people, no matter where she thinks of other meanings, she crossed the medicine into Feng Yinqi’s mouth, then took the water that Meixi had passed over for the night, fed him to drink, and then laid him flat on On the bed, "Get drunk with Tan Furong."

"Yes." Ye Meixi replied in a low voice, and turned to say to Father Feng who was waiting outside the palace.

Duke Feng hurriedly sent someone to move an altar of Furong Drunk. Xing Wuyun smelled the scent of wine from a distance. Seeing Furong Drunk approaching him, he sniffed the scent of wine lightly and reached out to take it. Carrying the wine jar into the inner hall.

Xing Wuyun sat in the distance, watching the wine leave him, his mouth shrunk, this lotus drunk is different from the others, it is known to be buried under the snow plum tree for a hundred years. There are only six altars of fine wine in this world, so he got one altar, and he still made a deal with that rich guy and negotiated an altar. Now, he treasures it and is reluctant to drink it.

Feng Aotian opened the wine jar, poured it into the golden basin, soaked both hands with wine, then moistened the brocade again, untied Feng Yinqi's coat, and wiped his body.

Xing Wuyun saw the wine so hard to find for a hundred years, and actually took it to Feng Yinqi to wipe his body like this, and suddenly felt that the regent was violating the heavens, with a distressed look, where can I see that group of calm and unruly appearance.

Ye Meixi turned her eyes, and watched Xing Wuyun staring at the jar with a pair of eyes, a fascinating smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and then she lifted the jar, drank the last of the jars, and licked her lips. The appearance of vice enjoyment.

Xing Wuyun cried his face, and suddenly felt that Ye Meixi was too black-hearted, and he didn't even leave a drop to him. He swallowed fiercely, turned around, and stopped looking at him.

Ye Meixi saw Xing Wuyun glared at him bitterly, she was in a good mood, then put the wine jar down, turned her eyes, and saw that Feng Aotian had cleaned up Feng Yinqi's body and covered her brocade, which meant Looked at him deeply.

He winked and looked at her, "Master, this century-old hibiscus drunk tastes really good, the fragrance is overflowing, and the mouth is fragrant."

"Well, it's not bad." Feng Aotian nodded, "Master, there are two altars here, I will drink with you someday."

"Yes." Ye Meixi responded with a smile.

Xing Wuyun was still scolding Ye Meixi from beginning to end, and suddenly heard that there were two altars. He immediately brightened his eyes, turned around, smiled flatteringly, and looked at Feng Aotian.

Feng Aotian got up and walked slowly out of the inner hall. Xing Wuyun smelled the scent of hibiscus drunk from her. He wanted to rush over and smell her body all over, but given that he was not a man, he could only Give up, but now the wine bug in his belly is seduced and eager to move, especially since there is nothing else in his eyes except for Furong.

She watched Xing Wuyun staring at herself, swallowing her saliva constantly, Feng Aotian laughed, deliberately raised her hand, fingertips across his lips, "Want to drink?"

"Yeah." Xing Wuyun sniffed vigorously. Only by sucking in this way, he could smell the wine, and his heart was very itchy. If he could drink it, it would be wonderful.

"Lord's things are not easy to get." Feng Aotian put his hands away, and sat on the soft couch. Father Feng had sent someone to bring fresh water, and Feng Aotian slowly washed his hands.

On the other side, the **** had already taken out the golden basin full of hibiscus drunkenness, and Xing Wuyun watched the golden basin leave, suddenly feeling a pity.

"My lord, what do you want a courtier to do?" Xing Wuyun gritted his teeth, thinking about the people he met, all of whom were the masters who ate meat and did not spit bones.

"Promise me one thing." Feng Aotian picked up the tea and looked at him with a smile.

"What's the matter?" Xing Wuyunfu asked again.

"Let's respond first, and I will tell you after I think about it." Feng Aotian said casually.

Xing Wuyun pondered for a moment. After struggling for a long time between Fine Wine and the Regent, he chose the former, "Okay."

Ye Meixi stepped forward, leaning against Feng Aotian's arms, and looked at Xing Wuyun, "Master, you answered him, what about Meixi?"

"Didn't there be two altars?" Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, and ran his fingertips across his delicate red lips, "You haven't tasted it." The words were very ambiguous, and then he bowed his head and kissed his soft lips. .

Xing Wuyun looked at the picture in front of him, thinking that the regent really did not regard him as an outsider, he turned around quickly, he didn't want to poison his eyes.

Mu Hanjin walked to the Inspectorate. In the past half month, he has dealt with 80% of the chronic illnesses in the past few years. He acted swiftly and used swiftly and resolutely. It seems that he can't help but has such a skill, which not only makes the court Many officials who were dissatisfied with him or who were quite critical of him were shocked a lot. Other officials in the Inspectorate, even in front of him, did not dare to overstep and slack.

After taking care of today's affairs, he walked out of the inspectorate and raised his eyes. It was past noon and rushed back to the Prince Regent's Mansion. She happened to have lunch and could review the memorial.

Xing Wuyun feels that the few hours spent in the Regent’s Mansion are more difficult than torture him. If you are a normal man, watching two big men in front of you, you and me, you can’t help it. When, how would you feel? Can you still sit calmly? That's all. When eating, you have to endure the nausea while eating, watching the two feeding each other, you take a bite, and you can still swallow it?

After lunch, Xing Wuyun suddenly felt a darkness in front of him. No matter how hard he was, it would not be able to match the affectionate scenes of these two men in front of him. He wanted to shoot the scene several times. He wanted to turn around and leave, but when he thought of Furong drunk and "Aoxue", he endured it.

Xing Wuyun suddenly felt that he didn't have any temper in front of Feng Aotian. If he changed to that guy, he would probably turn around and leave early in the morning, or fight Feng Aotian, but he...who let him Was she caught up with her weakness?

Feng Aotian looked at Xing Wuyun with a smile at the corner of his mouth, but, sitting in the same place with her eyes absent, she looked sideways, looking at Ye Meixi and staring at Xing Wuyun meaningfully.

She hooked the corner of her mouth. How could she not see him being so hostile to Mu Hanjin? How could she be so jealous to Xing Wuyun?

Thinking about this, her eyes dimmed, and she felt that she suddenly remembered him. Just trying to restrain her emotions, she saw that Mu Hanjin had already entered the palace.

She raised her eyes and saw that his expression was still light and elegant, he lowered his eyes and bowed, "Master."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian answered nonchalantly, lowering his head, playing with Ye Meixi's fingers.

Mu Hanjin was silent, turned around, walked into the study, looked at the memorials piled up on the table, he condensed the dim light of his eyes, and then sat on the soft couch, writing and reviewing the memorials.

Xing Wuyun looked at Mu Hanjin's leaving back with some curiosity, thinking that when we met last time, weren't the two of them very affectionate? Why do you look at it today, so old and dead, like strangers?

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, "Master has something to do, so you can follow Meixi around the palace."

"Yes." Xing Wuyun hurriedly replied, and finally no longer need to look at the pictures of their love and affection, and his mood is much better, even with a brighter smile.

Ye Meixi left from Feng Aotian's arms, looking at her back, his brows darkened, should he also do something for her?

Feng Aotian walked into the study by herself, still with such an elegant back. Once upon a time, she held him and said something she couldn’t believe, but now, in just a few days, it’s nothing. People are not.

For some reason, she looked at him so indifferently, and she gave birth to someone who wanted to destroy him*. She slowly stepped forward until she came behind him, raised her hand, and wanted to stroke his hair. However, when he was about to touch him, he suddenly closed his hand, then walked to the other side of him, sat down, opened the memorial, and began to review.

Mu Hanjin has now resumed martial arts, and she can naturally sense her breath, and Shicai's movements when she stays behind her. When she finally leaves him indifferently, he can't help closing his eyes. , And opened it again, it is clear.

Ye Meixi ignored Xing Wuyun, got up and walked out of the bedroom. He wanted to take advantage of this space and return to the cabinet to adjust his internal strength.

Xing Wuyun raised his eyebrows indifferently when seeing Ye Meixi not waiting to see him, he suddenly remembered that Leng Qianye is now in the regent's mansion, and he walked out of the bedroom and looked at Father Feng on the side, "Where is Leng Qianye?"

"Sixi, don't lead Xing Gongzi yet." Feng Gongpai said sharply.

"Yes." Sixi responded quickly, and then stood beside Xing Wuyun, "Master Xing comes with the servant."

Xing Wuyun nodded slightly, and was led by Sixi to Qinghui Pavilion.

When Feng Yinqi was half-dreaming and half-awake, she felt dry and dry. He tore the quilt on his body and murmured, "Uncle Wang...Uncle Wang..."

Feng Aotian heard Feng Yinqi's dream sound, got off the soft couch and walked towards the inner hall.

When Mu Hanjin saw her leaving, the pen in his hand stopped, sighed softly, barely audible, and continued to read the memorial.

Feng Aotian walked to the inner hall, and saw that Feng Yinqi had already torn off the brocade, the erythema on his body disappeared, and he pressed his lips lightly, "Water...water..."

She hurriedly poured the water, walked to the bed, helped him up, Feng Yinqi drank the water, raised her eyes slightly, looked at Feng Aotian, and then lay in her arms, "Uncle Wang..."

"Well, you are not allowed to drink in the future." Feng Aotian ordered in a deep voice.

"Yeah." Feng Yinqi nodded, still dizzy, then fell asleep.

Feng Aotian covered the brocade again, then turned around and walked to the study.

Entering the room, sitting on the soft couch, and seeing the person in front of her face pale, with a somewhat ill appearance, her eyes are cold, holding his wrist, "breath disorder, lack of blood and blood."

"It's okay, just take it easy." Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and said lightly.

Feng Aotian raised his hand, opened the plan in front of him, and fell to the ground with all the memorabilia. She stretched out her hand and dragged him into her arms, "If you don't want to live, this king will kill you now. "

Mu Hanjin leaned in her arms, he slightly closed his eyebrows and remained silent.

Feng Aotian simply lowered his head, pried open his lips and teeth, sucked his cold lips, and took off his official robe with both hands. This body did not even have a trace of temperature. It was lost due to martial arts. He had been in the dust for too long, and he had just been unblocked. He was too thin for years to bear.

Her palms condensed her inner strength, wandering on his body, her kiss was ruthless and domineering, as if to tear him to pieces, Mu Hanjin endured the bite almost like a storm, every time, It was like a sharp sword, stabbing his heart.

After a long time, until his body gradually returned to temperature, he fainted in her almost raging kiss.

Feng Aotian put away his internal strength and looked at the person in his arms, Ruyu's face was finally stained with red, thin lips were red and swollen, his body was covered with palm prints, and his clothes were scattered, still showing a slight coldness.

She stretched out her hand, closed her clothes, laid him flat on the soft couch, picked up the memorials one by one, put them aside, turned and walked out of the study.

Xing Wuyun walked to Qinghui Pavilion, and saw Leng Qianye sitting under the bamboo forest, dressed in white fluttering and otherworldly, just as handsome as when he first saw him.

Leng Qianye raised his eyes, looked at the person coming, put down the scroll, and smiled hardly, "Brother Wuyun, why are you here?"

"Brother Qianye, don't come here unharmed." Xing Wuyun smiled openly, stepped forward and looked at Leng Qianye.

"It's just a prisoner imprisoned here." Leng Qianye replied calmly, waving his hand, "Please!"

"It just so happens that I will be your company today." Xing Wuyun smiled freely and sat down gracefully.

"Why are you here?" Leng Qianye looked at Xing Wuyun and couldn't help asking.

"It's hard to say a word." Xing Wuyun thought of this, he felt shameless, and quickly turned off the topic, "I heard that you were imprisoned and the regent's palace, thinking about coming to see you, but the palace is heavily guarded, and I don't know you were The imprisonment and the place have been dragged to this day. Now, seeing you safe and sound, my brother is relieved a lot."

"I only got better recently." Leng Qianye said with a light smile, "It doesn't matter if I mention it."

"Can you have alcohol here?" Xing Wuyun asked himself.

"Hey, bring wine." Leng Qianye smiled lightly, "I still can't fix this problem of drinking alcohol."

"Hey, if I don't have any alcohol for a day, I will find my life boring." Xing Wuyun smiled, his brows and eyes full of freedom.

"Really?" A cold voice sounded, Xing Wuyun's smile froze on his face, turning his eyes, he saw a brown figure walking in.

Leng Qianye sat on the bamboo stool, still cold and indifferent to her, Xing Wuyun quickly got up and smiled, "Master, are you busy? Why are you here?"

"Stay too long, come out and breathe." Feng Aotian said with a cold face, and said in a deep voice, then sat down and saw that Huanxi had brought the drink.

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, looked at the military book on the side, and then at Leng Qianye, "I haven't read it yet?"

"There are a few things in the back that are a bit difficult to understand." Leng Qianye looked at Feng Aotian, and he was interested in speaking of the book of war, and it is rare to return to her.

Feng Aotian picked up the military book, "Where?"

Leng Qianye went on to say, "Since the sixty-two place, I have a little understanding."

Feng Aotian thought that after she got this book of war, she just read it roughly, and she started to read it page by page. Xing Wuyun saw the wine and couldn’t wait to pour a glass and drank it in one fell swoop, although it was not as good as Lotus. Drunk, but it was a long time, at least fifty years.

"This wine is wonderful." Xing Wuyun said intently, and then poured another glass.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes slightly, glanced at him, and then looked at the book of war intently. Leng Qianye next to him was also pouring a cup for himself, raising his eyes, and looking at her.

The bamboo forest is faint, with a few breeze, bamboo shadows and green mist, her handsome face reveals the elegance of green bamboo, her red lips are slightly pursed, her eyes are like gods, her hand is holding a scroll, her whole body exudes an elegant air, like a fairy mist It's so dazzling that people can't bear to disturb it at first glance.

Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian like this, thinking about the scene of her and Ye Meixi together, and remembering the scene when he saw her for the first time a few days ago. There are totally three different temperaments. , But condensed on her alone, watching her profile, the softness of her under her body that day appeared in her mind, and she quickly looked down, cursing herself, what did she think?

Mu Hanjin woke up faintly, supported a somewhat weak body, and his clothes were intact. He looked around, still in the study room, with a memorial beside him. He recalled what happened to Shicai, raised his hand and stroked his own Lips, he sat cross-legged, his eyes closed, adjusting his internal strength.

Two hours are fleeting, Xing Wuyun has finished drinking two pots of wine, leaning contentedly on the side of the green bamboo, a pair of peach blossom eyes slightly curved, peach-like face, red lips slightly pursed, with the goose yellow of that suit The clothes are very passionate.

Leng Qianye was silent, thinking about the contents of the book of war in his mind, Feng Aotian closed the scroll and threw it into his arms, "There are 72 types of military formations in this scroll. Each method can be an independent formation, two into one, three into two, or the entire seventy-two kinds into one. If you look from the back to the front, the seventy-second Combine this formation with the first formation, then combine the second formation with seventy-one formations, and so on, you can know the mystery."

Leng Qianye looked at Feng Aotian, and there was a flash of astonishment. He studied the military book for half a month. She only took two hours to read it through. He quickly opened the military book and compared what Shi Cai said to the corresponding one. The combination of the other formations is indeed incomparable, a brilliance flashed in his indifferent eyes, he raised his eyes and looked at her.

Feng Aotian got up and looked at Xing Wuyun, "I'm over drinking too much, it's time to go."

"Okay." Xing Wuyun smiled contentedly, then stood up, and said to Leng Qianye, "Brother Qianye, I will chat with you again someday."

"Okay, Brother Wuyun, go slowly." Leng Qianye also stood up and said politely.

Feng Aotian looked sideways, watching that he was kind to others, and looked frosty to herself, turning a blind eye. She turned around, folds off a bamboo, drew on the soft wet ground, and then gently With a wave, he threw the bamboo aside, then turned and left Qinghui Pavilion.

Leng Qianye stood aside, looking at Feng Aotian’s leaving back, and then lowered his eyes. When he saw the picture on the ground, there was a flash of joy in his eyes, turned around, took the pen and ink, and rushed out to the ground. The graphics of drew on paper, I couldn’t help but admire, "It’s really amazing."

Xing Wuyun followed Feng Aotian out of Qinghui Pavilion, he suddenly stepped forward, put his arm on her, leaned close to her, and stared at her woman-like lips, the smell of lotus drunk still remaining on him. He was so intoxicated, he slowly approached her lips, stuck out the tip of his tongue, added her lips, and smiled softly, "It's so sweet."

Feng Aotian was frightened by Xing Wuyun’s unexpected behavior. He raised his eyes and watched his mouth smile, leaning on his shoulder, and fell asleep like this. A cold light flashed in her eyes, and there was only For the master's part of molesting others, today, she was taken lightly by a slutty, and she was still a drunk slutty. She raised her hand and tossed it lightly, and Xing Wuyun was directly thrown into the pond on the side. .

"Ah!" Xing Wuyun struggled in the pond, yelling, and suddenly he woke up most of the time, looking at the distance, staring at himself coldly, his eyes like a sword, he shivered a few times. , I crawled out of the pond.

He looked at his drenched and embarrassed appearance, and couldn't help but wailed. The image of his graceful son is now ruined here. Fortunately, no one sees him except the regent.

Feng Aotian turned around and stepped forward. Xing Wuyun was covered in mud at this time, but seeing Feng Aotian who had left, he could only hold on behind him.

Mu Hanjin felt that her breath became much smoother, and immediately stopped work, raised her fingers slightly, and the bookcase that fell on the ground steadily fell on the soft couch. He got off the soft couch and put the memorials one by one on the bookcase. , However, the Yantai and Yubi were knocked over to the ground. He stepped up, walked out of the study, and saw Feng Aotian stepping into the bedroom with a gloomy face.

He curled his eyebrows, bowed his head, and stood at the door, "Lord."

Feng Aotian turned his eyes, looked at him, saw that he was still the same, then stepped forward and grabbed his wrist, "If you touch you, did you feel so uncomfortable?"

Mu Hanjin was silent. He didn't know how to answer. Could it be that in the past two years, whenever she touched him, he would feel a chill? But, now, when she touched herself, his heart would tremble uncontrollably.

"Okay, very good, don't worry, Lord will never touch you in the future." Feng Aotian said, and walked away.

Mu Hanjin trembled, looking at her leaving back, and retreating feebly, until she fell on the soft couch, he stroked his heart lightly, the corners of his mouth were full of bitterness, he couldn't get past his heart after all The gully.

Feng Aotian turned around angrily, stepped out of the bedroom, and saw Xing Wuyun walking in embarrassment, with seaweed floating on top of her head, clothes stuck to her body, muddy, her eyes condensed, "Don’t take him yet. Change clothes."

"Yes." Father Feng naturally knew that the prince was in a bad mood, and quickly gave Si Xi a wink.

Xing Wuyun also saw the anger in Feng Aotian's eyes, so it is better for him to leave as soon as possible.

Feng Aotian raised her eyes and looked at the boundless sky. It turned out that this was the irritation of the two. She concealed the anger in her eyes, then turned around, entered the bedroom, entered the study, and saw Mu Hanjin sitting in a daze. With soft couch.

She scanned the pen and ink scattered on the ground, "President Feng, re-enter two four treasures of the study."

"Yes." Father Feng, who was standing outside the bedroom, had already prepared it, and quickly bowed his head in, put it on the book case, and then retired.

Feng Aotian sat on the soft couch, picked up the memorial, and read the comments. Since then, he has not said a word.

Mu Hanjin also sat cross-legged, then picked up a pen, condensed her mind, and read the memorial intently.

In the Yihuan Pavilion, Ye Meixi was healing his wounds. Suddenly, the door was opened. He immediately stopped work, raised his eyes, and saw Suixi bowing in.

"Songxi, what are you doing in here?" Ye Meixi's eyebrows were a little more defensive, because the person's breath was not familiar to him, but with a dangerous breath.

"Master, this is the medicine that the prince specially ordered the minion to decoct you. The prince said he wants you to drink it while it is hot." Suixi held the medicine bowl in both hands and said with his head down.

Ye Meixi's eyes flashed slyly, sitting on the couch, watching Suixi slowly approaching him, standing a step away from him.

"Oh, why doesn't this palace know this?" Ye Mei's eyes narrowed slightly, and she was even more charming. Suddenly, his figure flashed, and his hand had already pinched Suixi's neck.

"Your Highness...your martial arts?" Suixi looked at him in surprise.

Ye Mei Xiyun waved her sleeves, and the mask on Suixi's face was torn off, revealing the beauty of the woman. She burst into tears, and then knelt on the ground, "Your Majesty, the servant finally found you Up."

Yemei Xiyun's sleeves fluttered, sitting on the bed lightly, watching the woman in front of her, her beautiful eyes drifting, and a dullness passed, "Xianghan, go back, I won't go back with you."

"His Royal Highness, have you forgotten how the princess died tragically? Have you forgotten the suffering you have suffered over the years? Have you forgotten who killed the'Moyan Pavilion'? The princess will never die, three in the Pavilion Hundreds of people are buried in their lives. Have you forgotten the hatred of these people, Your Highness?" The woman knelt on the ground, with tears in her eyes and fierce eyes, she said in a loud voice.

Ye Meixi hides and curls his hands in his sleeves slightly. How can he forget, how can he forget, but now, how can he be willing to leave?

"Let me think about it." Ye Meixi waved her hand, "How do you know I am here?"

"The slave-maid secretly heard the conversation between the empress and the dark guard, only to realize that your Highness has suffered such humiliation this year. You are a dignified prince, why did you fall here?" Xiang Han couldn't help but choked with distress.

Ye Meixi smiled charmingly, raised his eyes, "Like this?" His eyes were cold, his palm waved, the screen in front of him was shattered, he stood up solemnly, and stood with his hands, "You go back now, I know How to do it."

"His Royal Highness..." Xiang Han raised his eyes, saw his eyes condensing, and looked back, "The slave and maid retire."

Just got up, turned and left.

He stretched out his hand and stroked his face, she said, let him put his heart away, didn't he? So, will it be better to leave, so that you will not meet and lose your heart?

Xing Wuyun changed his clothes and walked to the bedroom in a refreshing manner. Only then did he remember what had happened. He felt that he must be delirious. How could he find a man's lips so attractive? And... and kissed... Is this still him? In the past, he was not drunk in a thousand cups, but he was drunk after only two pots of wine?

When he saw that there was no one in the bedroom, he walked to the study, opened the curtains, and saw Mu Hanjin and Feng Aotian busy, he leaned against the door, watching the scene , The coldness in her eyes, when reviewing the memorial, she had a strategizing and confident air, whoever looked at it would look like an emperor sitting on the river and mountains. He turned and looked at the inner hall lying on the bed. Because of physical discomfort, Feng Yinqi, who was rolling around at random and still drooling at the corner of her mouth, curled the corner of her mouth. Alas, she was still a child.

Feng Aotian finished reviewing the memorandum, raised his eyes, and saw Xing Wuyun shaking his head and sighing, a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said in a deep voice, "Get out if you don't come in."

Xing Wuyun tilted his head, smiled casually, and walked into the study with a flash of body, "Master, the matter of talent..."

"This king only realized that you had such hobbies after you were drunk." Feng Aotian smiled evilly, and then opened the memorial before him again.

Xing Wuyun shook his figure and smiled indifferently, "Compared to the prince, the minister is not worth mentioning."

"My king wants to think about how to cure your drunkenness, otherwise, the next time he gets drunk, wouldn't he rush to kiss someone when he sees someone?" Feng Aotian folded the memorial in his hand, and then threw it aside.

Xing Wuyun looked down. He had never had such a hobby. This was the first time. It was the first time that he was an awkward lord. His fame was once again destroyed in her hands.

Feng Aotian got the last fold, put down the imperial pen, got off the soft couch, and then came to his side, with his hands around his chest, staring at him, "Master, I will be in a good mood. I will take you to see him. See'Ao Xue'."

"Really?" Xing Wuyun showed joy and looked at Feng Aotian.

"Let's go." Feng Aotian passed him, walked out of the bedroom, and looked at Father Feng beside him, "Get drunk with another pot of lotus."

"Yes." Feng Gonggong responded and ordered someone to come and get it.

Xing Wuyun stood on Feng Aotian's side, and his heart was even more ecstatic. Not only could he see "Ao Xue", but he could also taste the drunkenness of Furong. It was really a great joy in life.

In the study room, after Mu Hanjin packed up the memorials, she got on the soft couch, walked out of the study room, looked up at the empty palace, he suddenly felt a cold wind blowing, looked up, looked at her and Xing Wuyun The leaving figure, raised his eyes, and a slight smile was drawn at the corner of his mouth. Isn't this what he hoped? She will never touch herself again, well, so good.

He walked out of the bedroom slowly, and Father Feng looked at his cold figure, his eyes flashed coldly, as long as he dared to make the prince unhappy, he was not happy.

Mu Hanjin didn’t know how she returned to Qinghui Pavilion. Because Leng Qianye finally understood the last few formations, and, according to the figure drawn by Feng Aotian, she found the picture. Combining a variety of unpredictable formations, at this moment, I was very excited, raised his eyes, and saw Mu Hanjin's soul walking by without abandon.

His eyes flashed with gloom, "Han Jin, why are you doing this?"

Mu Hanjin walked forward step by step, slowly sitting on the bamboo stool, raising her eyes and looking at Leng Qianye, "Brother Leng, why are you so happy?"

"Because I finally read through this book of war." Leng Qianye's eyes flashed with joy. When he met Mu Hanjin's faint eyes, he just sat down, "What's the matter with you? Live."

"It's nothing, maybe I have too much work recently and I'm a little tired." Mu Hanjin said softly, and when he saw the wine and vegetables on the table, he called out softly, "Happy."

"Master." Hearing this, he hurried forward.

"Prepare some food and wine again." Mu Hanjin held the table with one hand, lowered his head, looked at the picture drawn on the ground in the bamboo forest, slowly got up, "Isn't this the five elements, nine palaces and gossip pictures?"

"Yes." Leng Qianye looked at Mu Hanjin, "This was painted by the regent. I just knew that the mystery of this book of war is actually here."

Mu Hanjin chuckled, "She even knew this, no wonder, no wonder..."

"Han Jin, what's the matter with you?" Leng Qianye stepped forward, holding on to Mu Hanjin who was crumbling, "Will you treat her?"

Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and looked at Leng Qianye, "What is it to her?"

"Forget it, don't forget that she is a man, even if you...you can't." Leng Qianye helped him sit down and reminded in a low voice.

"Yes, it's impossible." Mu Hanjin smiled lightly, picked up the newly prepared wine in joy, and drank it with her head up.

Leng Qianye looked at him with such a lonely look, and couldn't help sighing, "I'll be with you." After that, he put down the military book, poured a cup, and drank it with his head up.

Feng Aotian and Xing Wuyun left the regent's mansion. She whistled lightly and saw a white horse galloping at extremely fast speed. Xing Wuyun's eyes widened and he looked at the horse in front of him excitedly. Is it'Ao Xue'?"

"Hmm." Feng Aotian then mounted his horse, looking at him, "Come on."

"Lord, can the ministers ride on their own?" Xing Wuyun didn't think about riding with her. Now, in his mind, he rode "Ao Xue" to a beautiful place by himself, and then I was drunk with Furong, but there was no Feng Aotian's part in it.

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, rolled over and dismounted, "Then you figure it out."

Xing Wuyun looked eager to try, and then stretched out his hand to touch "Aoxue". Before he touched it, the horse in front of him raised his front hoof and kicked it towards Xing Wuyun. Xing Wuyun flew away and then saw " Aoxue" stared at him with a fierce look, and yelled at him.

Xing Wuyun immediately used his light power to try to sit on horseback, but he was easily thrown away by "Aoxue" until later, Xing Wuyun sat on the ground exhaustedly, looked up, looking at it and raised his head proudly. With a dismissive look, he raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, "Master, the courtier should follow you."

Feng Aotian held the wine jar with one hand, and flew steadily on "Ao Xue", stroking its snow-white mane, "Ao Xue" gently rubbed the back of Feng Aotian's hand, still carrying A little coquettish, look at how cute it is.

Xing Wuyun shook his head helplessly. He wanted to borrow "Aoxue" for a day, then tame it and put it in his possession, but now, it seems that it is harder and harder. He got up from the ground and stood " Beside Aoxue, Feng Aotian stretched out his hand to him, he held her fingertips, jumped up, and sat on horseback.

"Aoxue" flicked his pony tail, and then ran forward.

Xing Wuyun grabbed Feng Aotian's clothes with one hand, and covered his cheek with the other. Because "Aoxue" ran extremely fast, they left the capital in a flash, and within a moment, they were all right. To a small lake with beautiful scenery.

Now, the sky is dark, the bright moonlight sheds a little silver light, the lake is shimmering, and the breeze is blowing. It is very refreshing. Xing Wuyun likes to feel so free and free. He just got off his horse and sat on the ground at will. Looking at the scenery in front of me, "It's a pity, there is only good wine. If there is a beauty dancing on the lake, it would be wonderful at that time."

Feng Aotian sat down beside him, took out two wine bowls, then filled Furong drunk and handed it to him, "Drink."

Xing Wuyun took it, sniffed the fragrance of the wine lightly, and exclaimed, "It's really good wine."

Then drank it, "It's really good wine."

Feng Aotian looked at Xing Wuyun's so free and unrestrained temperament, thinking that she didn't seem to care about anything, but he took it all in his heart, reluctant to let it go, and was really tired of living.

She raised her head, drank a bowl, and then filled it again. Seeing the bright moon in the distance, she lay down on her own, "Life needs occasional indulgence, but she has not yet reached the time when she is drunk. "

Xing Wuyun looked sideways and looked at Feng Aotian lying next to her. The silver light gleamed on her white jade face, her handsome face and coldness. He also saw her when he saw her murder without blinking. After his gentle and delicate side, he looked at her, "Master, what kind of person are you?"

Feng Aotian looked at Xing Wuyun, "Not a good person."

"Haha." Xing Wuyun smiled heartily, then finished another sip, poured a glass, and chanted to the moonlight boldly, "To the wine and to the song, how is life?"

"Drinking is so much talk." Feng Aotian saw his unruly smile, thinking that it would be good for him to be so free and easy for a lifetime, but unfortunately, everything has a fixed number, she finally recognizes people too well and can see When it comes to the essence of this appearance, cruel blood is revealed in his bones.

When he drank his last sip of hibiscus, he leaned back and lay on the grass. He raised his eyes and looked at the stars, he laughed loudly.

Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at his profile. He was more awake than ever.

"Okay, let's go back." Feng Aotian slowly got up and walked to the horse.

Xing Wuyun lay motionless on the ground, with a slight smile on his mouth, looking at the night.

Feng Aotian turned on his horse and said, "My master has done everything for you. If you don't want to go, stay there." After that, she turned the horse's head, and in a flash, she disappeared.

Xing Wuyun was still lying on the ground, with his hands resting on his head, a blood-red figure fell to the ground and walked to his side, "Everyone is gone, what are you doing here?"

"Look at the stars." Xing Wuyun smiled brilliantly, raised his eyes, and faced a pair of bright pearls, "Do you think my acting skills are too bad?"

"Yeah." The man in red nodded in response.

"Over the years, I haven't acted very well, so why can't I hide in front of her?" Xing Wuyun asked inexplicably.

"She is prosperous." The man in red continued, "If you don't go, I can go. The scenery in this place is good, but it is too dirty. I will be uncomfortable for a long time."

"Take me a hand." Xing Wuyun said roguely.

The man in red gave him a look, "Your hands are dirty."

"Come on." Since Xing Wuyun stood up on the ground, he saw the man in front of him covered with a red veil, showing only a pair of glamorous phoenix eyes, a little cinnabar in front of his forehead, ink hair draped behind him, and a red enchanting suit. , Really Yan Jue Qingcheng.

The red-clothed man tapped his toes, the red-clothed fluttered, and left with the wind. Xing Wuyun looked at his enchanting posture and couldn't help sighing. In this world, men who grow up like this are really angry.

He looked at the wine jar discarded beside him, bowed his head, picked it up, and flew away.

Feng Aotian returned to the palace in less than a moment, and when he walked to the palace, he saw Feng Yinqi burying her head and devouring food, her mouth raised slightly, sitting beside him, "Wake up?"

"Yeah." Feng Yinqi nodded, swallowed the last bite of rice, looked at Feng Aotian, approached her, sniffed, "Uncle Wang, are you drinking again?"

"Well, I sent a romantic ghost." Feng Aotian nodded, then picked up a spoon, scooped a bowl of soup, and handed it to him, "Sober soup."

"Yeah." Feng Yinqi brought the soup, drank it in one sip, patted his stomach, "Finally full."

Feng Aotian smiled and groaned, thinking how great he would be if he could continue to be so simple and simple, but how long can such happiness last?

Feng Yinqi looked at Feng Aotian thoughtfully, rinsed her mouth, and after washing her hands, she tugged her sleeves, "Uncle Wang, go for a walk with my nephew."

Feng Aotian got up, let him drag him, and stepped out of the bedroom. The two of them wandered in the long corridor. After walking for a long time, Feng Yinqi looked at Feng Aotian, "Uncle Wang, are you going to go far? ?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded without shuddering.

"The nephew will go back to the palace and live." Feng Yinqi continued.

"Okay." Feng Aotian turned his eyes and looked at him with a slight smile.

In the Qinghui Pavilion, Mu Hanjin kept filling up the wine glasses, eating one cup after another.

Leng Qianye just kept silent, staying with him, cup after cup.

Until he got a little drunk, slowly got up, staggered back to the room, walked to the bed, and lay down on his own, but felt very cold. When was the bed without her beside him, it was so cold ?

Leng Qianye was completely drunk, Huanxi hurried forward, helped Leng Qianye back to another room, lay down and fell asleep.

The next day, after Feng Aotian woke up, he saw that Feng Yinqi was properly dressed, "Uncle Wang, my nephew will go back to the palace first."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian looked at Feng Yinqi, saw him smiling, then turned around and stepped out of the bedroom.

Feng Aotian's eyes sank, "What happened to the king who went out yesterday?"

"Guo Hui in the queen dowager's bedroom came and said that the empress dowager was slightly ill recently. Please go back to the palace." The soul replied in a deep voice.

"This king knows." Feng Aotian's eyes were dim, and it seemed that some things were more complicated than she expected.

Ye Meixi stepped in slowly and looked at Feng Aotian, "Master, did you sleep well last night?"

"Hmm." Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Ye Meixi, "Have you thought about it?"

"Yeah." Ye Meixi naturally knew that the Prince Regent's mansion was all over her eyeliner, and she knew clearly where there was movement.

"When will you leave?" Feng Aotian asked immediately.

"If Lord lets me stay, I won't go anywhere." Ye Meixi raised her eyes and looked at her, her eyes burning.

Feng Aotian looked down. Some people desperately wanted to stay by her side, but in the end she was drifting away. For some people, she just wanted him to do what she should do, but he just wanted to. Can't bear to leave.

"If you don't leave, you will live in hatred and self-blame in this lifetime, so do what you should do." Feng Aotian raised his eyes, looked at him, stepped forward, and embraced him. In his arms, "If you are tired, come back."

"Master..." Ye Meixi stretched out her hand and took her into her arms, "Let me accompany you on a long journey, and then I will leave."

"Okay." Feng Aotian nodded and looked at him, "You have to clean up."

"Yes." Ye Meixi left Feng Aotian's embrace, slowly turned around, and left the palace.

He saw Mu Hanjin standing quietly outside the palace, he took a deep look at him, and then moved away.

Mu Hanjin stepped into the bedroom, Feng Aotian looked at him, sat down at the table, saw that his eyes were black and his body exuded a faint smell of alcohol, and said coldly, "Lord is not here, you have to take care of it too. Although my body has internal protection, it is not iron-struck after all."

Mu Hanjin curled his eyebrows, sat beside her, and took a sip of the soup in front of her. Strangely, he was not choked this time. He then picked up his chopsticks and ate quietly.

The two were relatively speechless. After breakfast, they went to the imperial court and were speechless.

Upon the early morning, Feng Yinqi was sitting in distress, his face expressionless, as he did before, showing the emperor's majesty.

Feng Aotian's face is cold, and now, the situation in Beijing, China and North Korea is stable.

After the early morning, Feng Aotian stepped out of the Jinluan Temple, but Feng Yinqi went directly back to the Emperor's Palace. She raised her eyes and watched the changing circumstances in front of her. Perhaps, when she returned, she would have to face a new situation. .

Mu Hanjin followed behind her, looked at her upright back, stopped for a long time, and walked forward slowly.

In the queen dowager’s bedroom, Xing Zhiyan couldn’t afford to sleep, and now she couldn’t bear the palm of her body that day, her face was pale, and she didn’t have the same expression as before.

She looked sideways, looking at Feng Yinqi in front of her, and sighed quietly, "Emperor, are you willing to come back?"

Feng Yinqi bowed his head, without any look on his immature face, and whispered, "The child is worrying the queen."

"Your waywardness, the queen mother can never happen, as long as you remember, you are the emperor of the Feng Kingdom, and the child of the mother queen." Xing Zhiyan's eyes sank slightly, and suddenly she couldn't see through Feng Yinqi. Is it really a heartbreak?

Feng Yinqi respectfully replied, "My child understands that no matter what, my child will never abandon his mother."

"Well, good." Xing Zhiyan flashed a bright light in her eyes, stretched out her hand and stroked Feng Yinqi's cheek, "The mother's queen is exhausted."

Feng Yinqi whispered, "My child is leaving."

After Feng Yinqi left, Xing Zhi's eyes flashed coldly. He raised his eyes and looked at Guo Hui, "He has changed after all."

"Why do you see the empress dowager?" Guo Hui asked puzzledly.

"Ai's family can see it." Xing Zhiyan chuckled coldly, "Really is the child of Ai's family."

Guo Hui flashed, "The emperor..."

"Everything follows the command of the master." Xing Zhiyan flashed coldly in his eyes, "Just now the informant came to report, Feng Aotian will leave Beijing tomorrow, and I must go to Lianghuai."

"Please rest assured, the empress dowager, the old slave has been arranged." Guo Hui said from the side, "guarantee nothing is wrong."

"Sure enough? How could Lan Jingshu reach Lianghuai intact?" Xing Zhiyan said solemnly.

"This...there are experts secretly protecting...it is..." Guo Hui looked down. "Fortunately, Peony has arrived in Lianghuai. Everything is going according to plan."

"The relationship between the two Huai Rivers is very important, and nothing can be found out, otherwise, the master's plan will be ruined, and you and I will both die." Xing Zhiyan broke into a murderous expression in his eyes, and said in a cold voice.

"The old slave understands." Guo Hui shook his body and quickly replied.

Feng Yinqi walked out of the Queen Mother's palace and looked into the distance, his eyes flashed with firmness, and he moved to the Emperor's palace.

Feng Aotian returned to the palace, but the bedroom was empty, not half of the popularity, Feng Aotian smiled at the corner of her mouth, what's wrong with her? I have always been alone, and I have long been accustomed to no one by my side. How can you feel lonely today?

Mu Hanjin did not go to the inspectorate, but went straight back to the palace, and when she reached the bedroom, she saw Feng Aotian staring at the bed in the inner hall thoughtfully.

He stepped forward, "Master."

Feng Aotian looked at Mu Hanjin, "Why didn't you go to the inspectorate?"

"Weichen will send the memorials that have been reviewed every day to the prince." Mu Hanjin said softly, looking at her with gentle eyes.

Feng Aotian waved his hand and said, "No, after you review the memorial for this period of time, let it be handed over to the emperor."

"Yes." Mu Hanjin answered, "Today's memorial?"

"Read it now." Feng Aotian said, got up and walked to the study.

Mu Hanjin stared at the figure she entered, her eyes flashed with sadness, and she followed her in. The two of them were as usual. There were not many memorials today, so they finished reviewing within an hour.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Mu Hanjin, "Well, if you have something to say to this king, it doesn't matter."

Mu Hanjin took out a kit from her sleeve and handed it to her, "Master, please bring this."

"What is this?" Feng Aotian took it, embroidered with very unique patterns, she wanted to open it.

"Master, don't open it. This is the peace symbol of'wind'. If the prince is in danger, the minister can perceive it." Mu Hanjin raised his hand, and the cool fingers touched her jade-like fingers , Quickly took it back, and continued.

Feng Aotian put away the kit, "If you are in danger, can this king sense it?"

"The talisman in this sachet is made with the blood of the minister. If the prince drops the blood, he will be able to sense it." Mu Hanjin looked at her with a very low voice.

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, "Is it a painstaking effort?"

"Yeah." Mu Hanjin nodded.

Feng Aotian gave a chuckle, and suddenly pointed her finger at her heart. With a light stroke of the dagger across the brocade robe, she saw blood overflowing. She dropped the blood stained on the dagger onto the bag. I saw a flash of red light.

Mu Hanjin didn't expect her to cut blood in front of her like this? He quickly got up to help her, but was stopped by Feng Aotian, "This king said, I will never touch you again in the future."

Mu Hanjin looked at the coldness and determination in her eyes, his outstretched hand finally retracted weakly, hidden in his sleeves, and clenched into a fist.

"Lord...Weichen..." Mu Hanjin was about to speak, wanting to say something.

"Okay, I remember that when I returned to Beijing last time, I heard that you happened to play a flute. I will play a song to this king today as a farewell." Feng Aotian didn't care about the pain in his heart. She said nothing.

Mu Hanjin looked down, and Feng Ao landed on the soft couch, "Go to Qinghui Pavilion." After saying that, she stepped out of the palace and flew away.

Mu Hanjin flew back to Qinghui Pavilion with her.

Leng Qianye drank too much with Mu Hanjin yesterday, but now she woke up quietly, and stepped out of the room with her painful forehead.

I saw Feng Aotian fall to the ground, and she stepped forward, leaning against the fake stone beside her, and immediately saw Mu Hanjin turning to the ground in a purple robe.

Leng Qianye stepped forward and looked at Mu Hanjin. He walked slowly into the room, picked up Yuxiao, and walked out.

"Blow the song last time." Feng Aotian looked at Mu Hanjin's jade-like face, still faint, holding a jade flute in his hand, walking under the bamboo forest, leaning against the green bamboo, flute sound Gradually, the same song sounded, but the mood at the beginning was different from now.

Mu Hanjin remembered the situation that day, closed her eyes tightly, and a few gusts of wind sounded in her ears, echoing in the entire Qinghui Pavilion with the sound of his flute.

Feng Aotian saw that the chrysanthemum in front of her had fallen, and she was replaced by Haitang. A light smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, which was also a touch of relief. It never started, so why not end. This is just a little hope when her heart is alone. , Since it is not available, it is better to let go.

Leng Qianye looked at Mu Hanjin and listened quietly to the melancholy song, but he blew out a touch of reluctance and sadness. Although he did not know what happened between Mu Hanjin and the regent What, but, the Mu Hanjin in his memory was definitely not so sentimental. He said he hadn't changed, but waited until he waited. However, he felt that Mu Hanjin had changed and became invisible to him.

Ye Meixi walked to the palace, but before seeing Feng Aotian, he heard the sound of flute coming from afar. Of course he knew who the flute player was. In this palace of the Regent, only Mu Hanjin could blow it. The sound of flute.

Feng Gonggong saw that Ye Meixi was about to leave, and he hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, "Yes, the old slave has a ruthless please."

"Daddy Feng, just say it." Ye Meixi looked at Father Feng and said with a smile.

"This time the prince was traveling, only Ye Shifei was accompanied. The old slave was really worried, and asked Ye Shifei to take care of the prince." Feng Gonggong said softly.

Ye Mei's eyebrows opened, and she whispered, "Don't worry, Father Feng, this palace should take care of the prince."

"The old slave is here to thank the concubine for the night." Father Feng hurriedly saluted.

Ye Meixi looked at Father Feng. In this huge regent palace, in the past few years, it was Father Feng who was able to accompany Feng Aotian loyally and loyally. Even though she was so cruel and abusive back then, Someone still treats her stubbornly.

It’s just that now, he wants to treat someone well, but she wants to reject him thousands of miles away? He raised his eyes and looked at the cloudless sky. In fact, she had long seen that she had too much to let go, so that's why.

He is wearing a bright red long gown, set off against a seductive face, his beautiful eyes are flowing, and he is also graceful, and he walks towards Qinghui Pavilion.

Feng Aotian squinted her eyes and listened to the sound of the flute calmly. The past is vivid. She suddenly felt that she had changed a lot in just one month in the Prince Regent’s Mansion. She had integrated Feng Aotian into herself. Deep in the soul.

She lifted her eyes and saw Leng Qianye looking at her. The corner of her mouth was slightly hooked, looking at him, and she came to him, and saw his indifferent and dusty face, because the alcohol has not dissipated. A crimson, but a little more magnificent, she looked at him directly, "Do you know why this king wants you to be imprisoned?"