This Lord is Too Cruel: 075 Lord, you are really partial (two more)

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"You know?" Mu Hanjin paused, turned her eyes, and looked at him. Shu Chi Wuyan

"Well, you were drunk that day and you lost your words after drinking." Leng Qianye put away his anger and looked at him unbearably, "She is really so good, is it worth your life?"

"I was born for her, and my destiny cannot be violated, but I did not expect that I would fall in love with her." Mu Hanyao chuckled, "If it weren't for her, I would have died."

"I don't understand." Leng Qianye stared at Mu Hanjin's thin figure, revealing endless loneliness.

Mu Hanjin smiled lightly, "You will understand later."

"Why can't Du Duo be tempted by her?" Leng Qianye asked puzzledly.

"If you are tempted by her, it will activate the poison in my body." Mu Hanjin said lightly.

"What will happen then?" Leng Qianye thought there might be a way.

"He vomits blood once every three days. After one year, he will gradually age until he vomits blood and die." Mu Hanjin turned her eyes and looked at Leng Qianye, "Brother Leng, Han Jin has something to do. Please."

"You let me keep the secret." Leng Qianye's eyes shot a cold.

"Yes." Mu Hanjin replied, "I have been suppressing the spread of toxins in my body these days, but after the martial arts started that day, the first time I vomited blood, I knew that my heart was out of control. , Even if I resist the repression, it will not help."

"How much time do you... still have?" Leng Qianye felt a little pain, and immediately hated Feng Aotian. If it weren't for her, how could they have been so tortured, and they would have to look at their dearest People die slowly in front of themselves, but there is nothing they can do.

Mu Hanjin turned her eyes and looked at him, "As long as five years, as few as three years."

"What?" Leng Qianye couldn't believe it, his hands clenched into fists, "What if I kill her?"

"Love has moved. If you kill her, I will die with her." Mu Hanjin looked at Leng Qianye, "As long as I live for one day, no one is allowed to hurt her."

"Han Jin, why are you doing this? I don't understand." Leng Qianye shook his head and looked at this brother who grew up with him. Several of them have experienced so many lives and deaths. Why? at this time?

"Brother Leng, please promise me." Mu Hanjin's narrow eyes were full of begging.

Leng Qianye stepped back a few steps, staring at him, finally sighed, turned and turned his back to him, "I hope you will not regret it in the future."

Feng Yinqi paced back and forth in the imperial palace, her small figure looked unusually anxious, and when Defu entered, he quickly stepped forward and asked, "Can Mu Hanjin come back?"

"Going back to the emperor, Shifei Mu said that he is tired. If the emperor has important matters, we will discuss it tomorrow morning." Telford replied with his head down.

Feng Yinqi breathed a sigh of relief, and then lay back on the dragon couch, "I'm tired, you can withdraw."

"Yes." Telford glanced at Feng Aotian suspiciously, and then retreated.

Xing Zhiyan walked back and forth in the queen dowager’s bedroom, listening to the spy’s return, her eyes flashed coldly, "The regent is really gone, she actually transferred Mu Hanyao over."

"Yes, the empress dowager." The man in black replied.

"Fortunately, Peony is there. It should be foolproof. If the situation is irretrievable, all the people will be withdrawn, and the relevant people will cut the grass and root." Xing Zhiyan flashed coldly in her eyes, "Let Peony act carefully. , Don’t show your horse’s feet."

"Yes." The man in black replied, and then backed out.

"The empress dowager, this matter has been fine for all these years, and there shouldn't be any trouble this time." Guo Hui comforted.

Xing Zhiyan said solemnly, "Somehow, these days, I always feel uneasy."

"The empress dowager, you must be worrying too much." Guo Hui went on to say, and took the ginseng soup from the palace maid and passed it to her, "Empress dowager, please relax, if there is something wrong with the peony there, it must be I will report it anytime."

"Is the emperor taking the tonics sent by Ai's family in the past few days?" Xing Zhiyan took the ginseng soup and asked in a low voice.

"Take it every day." Guo Hui quickly replied.

"Well, that's fine." Xing Zhiyan drank the ginseng soup and sighed, "If things are really irreversible, some people will accompany the Lamentation family on the road."

The sky is getting brighter, Feng Aotian and Lan Jingshu are just looking at them, and when they look up, they see that Ye Meixi hasn't slept all night, and they just lie on the soft couch and watched her all night.

Mu Hanyao stood in the courtyard for a day, not knowing what he was thinking.

Xing Wuyun leaned against the pavilion for a night, then woke up quietly, looking at the scenery in front of him, with a wanton smile on his mouth, and went into the house to wash.

Feng Aotian walked forward to Ye Meixi's front, "I watched it all night, have you seen enough?"

"No." Ye Meixi has been entangled, whether the prince looks good in women's clothing or men's clothing.

Feng Aotian looked sideways, looking at him with a thoughtful appearance, raised his hand and pinched his ear, "What are you thinking about again?"

After washing, Xing Wuyun walked out, tucked his clothes back, sat down coolly, poured a cup of tea, and after a few sips, he still felt bitter, and suddenly remembered that Feng Aotian drank the tea last night. Is the bitter taste different from the tea?

He looked sideways and looked at Jingxi who was setting aside his meal. He stepped forward and stared at him, "Bring me some of the kind of tea that the king tasted last night."

"Master Xing, the one you only drank was the one that the prince drank." Jingxi lowered her head and replied.

"Really?" Xing Wuyun turned around, sat down again, then poured another cup, still bitter, turned his eyes, looked at Feng Aotian, then poured another cup and handed it to her, "Master, please have tea ."

Feng Aotian took the teacup suspiciously, took a sip, and looked at him, "What's wrong?"

Xing Wuyun took the tea cup that Feng Aotian had drunk, then took a sip, staring at her in surprise, "How is this possible?"

Feng Aotian raised his hand and slapped him on the head, "You drink Master's tea again."

Never mind the pain on the head, Xing Wuyun put the tea cup down, feeling strange, then took a sip of his suitable tea, and took another sip of the tea Feng Aotian had drunk, repeating it until the cup was empty. Water, he got up from his chair and rushed out.

Feng Aotian looked at his strange expression, turned his eyes, looked at Ye Meixi, "Okay, don't look at it, eat."

Ye Meixi followed Feng Aotian's strength, got down on the soft couch, and then went to wash and change clothes.

Feng Aotian looked at Lan Jingshu, "Tell me later, what you found."

"Yes." Lan Jingshu was very rewarding this night, so even though he stayed up all night, he felt comfortable.

Mu Hanyao stepped into the house, looked at the very harmonious scene in the house, bowed his head and said, "Lord."

"Go wash and eat breakfast." Feng Aotian turned his eyes, looked at Mu Hanyao's gloomy face, and said lightly.

"Yes." Mu Hanyao responded, then turned and left.

After breakfast, Xing Wuyun went into the room dejectedly, raised his eyes, saw Feng Aotian, and whispered, "Master, the courtier has something to ask for."

"Except looking for a woman." Feng Aotian got up and ignored him.

"My lord, if the courtiers don't look for women, they may die and struggle to death." Xing Wuyun looked at Feng Aotian and sighed.

"Then you will be entangled to death. At that time, the Lord will give you a good coffin." Feng Aotian said coldly, then sat down and looked at Lan Jingshu, "Let's talk."

"These files are the files of these soldiers, and over the years, the source and origin of their food and grass. In recent years, they have not only robbed the official salt in the name of robbers, but also increased taxes in the name of the government. This hoards food and grass." Lan Jingshu continued, "There must be collusion between the government and the government."

"Well, what else?" Feng Aotian said lightly.

"There is also this one, but it is the list of court officials who have contacted them over the years, as well as the strongholds in various places." Lan Jingshu said immediately.

"Well, that's good." Feng Aotian nodded, "But, do you know who colluded between the two Huai Rivers?"

"This...the minister has not found out yet." Lan Jingshu continued.

"The king will give you two days to thoroughly find out the officials involved in the two Huai Rivers. Also, there are about 100,000 horses in that place. Last night, the horses and horses had been stunned, and the horses and horses must have been hidden without a trace. This matter will be discussed later, the official salt case will be completely solved in the future." Feng Aotian said solemnly.

"Yes, the minister obeyed!" Lan Jingshu's warm eyes showed joy for the first time.

Ye Meixi snorted coldly, and then took Feng Aotian's hand and leaned aside.

"What are you humming?" Xing Wuyun asked in a low voice from the side.

"Master, you are really partial." Ye Meixi mumbled dissatisfiedly.

"Why is the Lord eccentric?" Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at Ye Meixi.

"Actually, you knew what this official salt was involved in the morning, but you just saw someone who couldn't stand it, so you came to help him, including the fake second lady in Cao Yun and the place where the soldiers were stationed. I'm afraid you knew it early in the morning." Ye Meixi raised her eyebrows and stared at Lan Jingshu jealously, clarifying everything.

Lan Jingshu's happy face, with a touch of gloom at this moment, looked at Feng Aotian. It turned out that she came to help him specially.

Feng Aotian stretched out his hand and pulled Ye Meixi into his arms, "Being smart."

"Are you self-smart? Master knows that they are like Mingjing." Ye Meixi leaned in Feng Aotian's arms, bowed her head, and pecked at the corner of her mouth.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Go out with him for a walk."

"Yes." Ye Meixi nodded and left from Feng Aotian's arms, and the two flew away.

Mu Hanyao turned his eyes and looked at the two leaving figures, his grim countenance flashed darkly, "Let's go, isn't it only two days?" He turned around and walked outside the house.

"Huh?" Lan Jingshu was still immersed in the words of Shi Cai Ye Meixi, raising his eyes to look at the figure of Mu Hanyao who had left, "Oh."

Then tidy up all the files and move away.

Xing Wuyun lay boringly on the soft couch, and finally he was the only one left, with Erlang's legs tilted, his head resting on his hands, "Jingxi, bring wine."

"Master Xing, you drank all the wine yesterday." Jingxi replied respectfully at the door.

Xing Wuyun's face was startled, "Why is there only so little? Didn't it mean there are many?"

"The altar of wine seems to have been brought by the prince from the capital on a special trip. There is only one altar." Jingxi quickly replied.

Xing Wuyun was silent for a moment, then got up, suddenly a little annoyed, this regent actually played with him, it turns out that she had planned to use wine to trap him here, thinking of this, suddenly fell on a soft bed. With a fierce face, "Go to the best restaurant and buy two jars of good wine for my son."

"Yes." Jingxi was shocked. He didn't expect that Mr. Xing, who had always been kind and smiling, would have such a frightened side, turned around and hurried away.

Xing Wuyunfu lay back on the soft couch, "It's useless to be trapped. Wei Zimo has a bad temper. If he doesn't come, he will definitely not come."

Feng Aotian took Ye Meixi to a beautiful place, turned his eyes, and looked at him, "Why choose Ming?"

"Master thinks that Meixi is willing to say it? I am willing to let others recite the good of my master, not for the sake of my master." Ye Meixi stretched out his hand and embraced Feng Aotian in his arms, "I'm afraid I will leave by myself, my master There is no one around me who can use it. I can’t do much to help my master here. I also hope that the person you like can appreciate your kindness and help you, so my master won’t have to work so hard."

Listening to Ye Meixi's words, Feng Aotian felt warm in his heart, hugged him, leaned in his arms, "I will leave when I know you."

"Well, they came to pick me up." Even though Ye Meixi had a lot of reluctance in her heart, she waited until this day after all.

Feng Aotian left his embrace, raised his eyes, and looked at his glamorous and enchanting face, "The Lord will be with you these past two days."

"Okay." Ye Meixi squeezed her hand, "Let's go to Caoyun."

"Huh?" Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

"Isn't he going to meet that woman?" Ye Meixi said, and took her hand and flew away.

Feng Aotian's mouth raised a slight smile. Perhaps, at this time, she knew that someone could know her happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy so well. It was so gratifying to know her thoughts. thing.

The two immediately fell into the courtyard of Caoyun and saw Le Ling crying by the window.

Feng Aotian stepped forward and came to her, "Le Ling, what's wrong with you?"

Le Ling looked at Feng Aotian, with tears rippling, and cried, "Master..." He stood up and fell into her arms.

Feng Aotian stretched out his hand and patted her back lightly, "Le Ling, what happened?"

"Tui Er died and was killed by Er Niang." Le Ling cried sadly.

Feng Aotian looked at her, "When did you find it?"

Ye Meixi looked at the woman in front of her, and quickly stepped forward and took Feng Aotian into her arms, keeping her away.

Le Ling raised his eyes, looked at Ye Meixi’s hostility towards her in the light of Ye Meixi’s eyes, quickly calmed his emotions, and dried the tears from the corners of his eyes, "I just found it."

"Don't be sad, everything will calm down." Feng Aotian looked at her, "Are you all ready?"

"Yeah." Le Ling nodded, "Everything is waiting for your instructions from the lord."

"Okay, don't be too sad, this queen will come again tomorrow." Feng Aotian looked at Le Ling and said softly.

Le Ling nodded, slightly blessed, "Le Ling is rude."

"It's okay." Feng Aotian wanted to step forward to help her back to the room, but Ye Meixi was taken into her arms.

Feng Aotian thought that he had only been with him for only two days, so depending on his temperament, he continued, "The king will leave first."

After that, the two flew away.

Le Ling watched the figure leave, silent for a long time.

Feng Aotian took Ye Meixi along the streets of Lianghuai. Because of their appearance, they attracted the attention of countless people, but Ye Meixi held Feng Aotian's hand unscrupulously. , Except for the regent of the dynasty, who had the courage to walk the two men so affectionately in broad daylight.

Feng Aotian was a little helpless, thinking of her for the first time, but seeing Ye Meixi's stubbornness, she followed his will.

After a while, I heard someone whispering, "Really the world is going down."

"You said that these two people are very beautiful, if they were seen by the regent, would they beat the mandarin ducks and bring them into the harem together?"

"I think it will."

"Haha, aren't the two of them a pair of fateful mandarin ducks?"

Ye Meixi listened, raised his eyes, and looked at Feng Aotian, "He was right. Meixi and his master are fateful mandarin ducks."

Feng Aotian's eyes flickered, staring at him. Maybe at this moment, she had a slight urge to keep him by her side, but there is so much helplessness in this world, he has his However, she also has her concerns.

Ye Meixi can understand Feng Aotian's painstaking efforts. The reason why she understands and sees through is she unknowingly fascinated by her, so that she is deeply trapped and unable to extricate herself.

The two wandered on the bustling streets, admiring the scenery in front of them, while others regarded them as the scenery.

Suddenly, one person rushed up and knelt on the ground quickly, "See the regent for the next official!"

As soon as this statement came out, the huge streets were silent for a moment. Then, the people turned pale with fright, and they knelt on the ground and shouted in unison, "See the regent! The lord Chitose Chitose Chitose Chitose!"

Feng Aotian was about to reply, and saw someone rushing over with a kitchen knife. Ye Meixi quickly blocked her, reached out and blocked the kitchen knife, and kicked the person down.

Feng Aotian raised her eyes and saw that the kitchen knife pierced Ye Meixi's arm. Her eyes became cold and she slapped the person lying on the ground with a palm, "Death!"

Immediately afterwards, she heard a scream of killing. Suddenly, hundreds of people in black attacked her. The people fled in fright. The scene was very chaotic.

Feng Aotian looked at Ye Meixi, "Why are you so stupid, he can't hurt him."

"Even if the master's martial arts is strong, Meixi hopes to be able to rush forward and block you." Ye Meixi smiled lightly, leaving the blood on his arm without paying attention.

Feng Aotian stretched out his hand, pressed her wound, and said solemnly, "Kill, don't leave one."

"Yes." Poo replied in a deep voice, and immediately, he saw a cloud of black fog sweeping over the whole street.

Feng Aotian embraced Ye Meixi, flew away and returned to the row.

The former bustling streets turned into a sea of ​​blood in an instant, with wreckage everywhere, no doubt no longer a reminder of the fierce fighting that just happened.

A touch of red enchanting standing in this largest restaurant, beautiful eyes, invisible clouds and mist, just like his face under the veil.

"Master, this regent's method is really harsh." The guard on the side whispered.

"It's just that they don't know how to live or die." Wei Zimo looked indifferently, opened his lips lightly, and then turned around lightly.

Xing Wuyun was drinking wine and lying comfortably on the soft couch. Suddenly, the room was kicked open, and he saw Feng Aotian's gloomy face and Ye Meixi's arms dripping with blood.

He quickly got up from the soft couch, threw the hip flask aside, and looked at Feng Aotian, "That... the minister went to get the gold and create medicine."

After that, he turned around and walked out, looking at Jingxi, "Where is Jinchuangyao?"

"It seems to be in this room." Jingxi quickly took Xing Wuyun over.

Xing Wuyun pushed open the door, rushed in, saw a few porcelain vases on the side, found Jinchuang medicine, and turned back.

Feng Aotian tore the clothes on Ye Meixi’s arm, looking at the cut, a cold light flashed under his eyes, "Master said, your body is the master, you are not allowed to be touched. You are injured now, how can I punish you?"

Ye Meixi's mouth evokes a charming smile, "Let's take care of it."

Feng Aotian gave a cold snort, and Xing Wuyun quickly handed her Jinchuangyao. She raised her eyes and looked at him, "Go get a basin of water."

At this time, Jingxi had already brought the water in, and Xing Wuyun quickly took the water and put it in one place.

Feng Aotian picked up the cotton cloth, moistened it, and cleaned the wound for Ye Meixi, raised his eyes, his eyes facing each other, the corners of his mouth were always smiling, and his beautiful eyes were slightly curved. With thousands of styles.

After the medicine is applied, bandage him, "I don't know how to cherish my body in front of my master, what if I go back?"

"I will cherish it." Ye Meixi looked at her, "It's all right, it's just a small injury."

Feng Aotian stopped talking, and covered his body with a thin cover, "Keep it, you are not allowed to go anywhere in these two days."

"Master is with me." Ye Meixi said, holding her hand.

"Okay." Feng Aotian nodded, then turned his eyes to look at Xing Wuyun, "Okay, there is nothing for you here."

Xing Wuyun suddenly felt that Feng Aotian meant to cross the river and demolish the bridge, so he took a deep look at her, then took the hip flask and left the room, went to the pavilion last night to sit down, and drank wine on his own.

In the palace, because Mu Hanjin did not go to the early dynasty yesterday, two days of memorials were piled up without approval. Mu Hanjin finished approving memorials overnight, and placed them in front of Feng Yinqi the next morning.

Feng Yinqi looked at the piles of papers in front of him, picked up the most important review, and did the rest according to Mu Hanjin's intentions. In these few days, the early days without the regent seems to be better than before. It's a lot easier, Baiguan feels more like returning from winter to spring.

After the early dynasty, Feng Yinqi specially asked Mu Hanjin to stay in the Jinluan Temple, "Mu Yushi, did you have a leave of absence for the early dynasty yesterday?"

"Tell the emperor, the matter is urgent, and the minister will have time to take leave in the future." Mu Hanjin replied warmly, wearing a purple official gown, her face like a crown.

"What's the urgent matter?" Feng Yinqi also asked in a low voice with a calm face.

"It's about the prince's safety, so I didn't apply for leave in time." Mu Hanjin replied directly.

Feng Yinqi's eyes flashed with worry, "Uncle Wang is all right?"

"Fortunately, there are surprises and no dangers." Mu Hanjin replied in a low voice, "The emperor, if there are no other important matters, the minister will retire first."

"Retreat." Feng Yinqi waved his hand and watched Mu Hanjin's leaving back. There was a touch of sadness on his immature face. He sighed, got up from the dragon chair, and walked out of the Golden Temple indifferently.

In the government office, Lan Jingshu questioned all the officials one by one. Under the scorching sun, all the officials who were executed since that day have arrived.

After the last interrogation experience, Lan Jingshu is now even more handy, showing a fierce spirit, and reviewing one by one.

Mu Hanyao stood on the spot, looked into the distance, thinking about the current situation. It has been three days in Lianghuai, but many things have happened. He feels that he is more suitable to fight on the battlefield instead of investigating here. These intrigue, conspiracy tricks.

Feng Aotian looked at Ye Meixi and looked at her with a smile, with a faint warm light in her heart. Perhaps, no one has ever stood in front of her desperately. Since she was reborn, she has been In the days of rushing, calculating, and planning, she has to constantly shuttle between them, but she wants to attract useful talents. What she does has nothing to do with feelings.

She has a calculation for Ye Meixi, but what happened today, she looked at him, "You actually know why I let you go back."

"I understand." Ye Meixi nodded and looked at her, "This is my choice."

Feng Aotian squeezed his hand, clever as he is, how could he not know that he had drowned his brilliance, but he wanted to stay by her side so capriciously, but now The situation, the situation, even if he stays by his side, he will not make a difference, he will carry hatred and regret, and she will be less helpful.

"Master, all assassins are resolved." Poo's voice sounded.

Feng Aotian's eyes shattered a cold light, "Did you chop off their right arms?"

"Following the master's order, they were all cut down." Po coldly said.

"Okay, put it on that street, no one is allowed to collect the corpse." Feng Aotian said coldly, "This king wants to let them know what they will end up daring to stab in the street."

"Yes." Po responded.

Feng Aotian turned his eyes to look at Ye Meixi, "My lord, if anyone dares to hurt, let him break his bones every inch."

Ye Meixi knows Feng Aotian's temper. In this position, if he is not ruthless, it is the ruthlessness of others to him. The reason why he has fallen to this point is just because he is not ruthless enough.

Feng Aotian stretched out his hand and stroked Ye Meixi’s cheek, "Close your eyes, sleep."

"Okay." Ye Meixi nodded, slowly closed her eyes, still holding her hand, and fell asleep peacefully.

After Mu Hanjin went to court, he went to the Inspectorate, and everything was as usual. After he finished his official duties, he returned to the Prince Regent’s Mansion. As soon as he returned to Qinghui Pavilion, he felt a pain in his heart and spit out a mouthful of blood. She shook her body and fell to the ground.

Leng Qianye was reading a book, and seeing Mu Hanjin like this, he hurriedly stepped forward and helped him up, and couldn't help sighing, "Why are you doing this again?"

Mu Hanjin smiled lightly, "Nothing."

Following Leng Qianye’s strength, he got up and went back to the house, "Brother Leng, are you well?"

"Well, it's better." Leng Qianye nodded and looked at Mu Hanjin's somewhat pale face.

Mu Hanjin then sat cross-legged, exercise healing, Leng Qianye looked at him, shook his head, turned around, left the house, walked to the courtyard, looked at the scenery in front of him, and suddenly couldn't let out a frustrated breath. Lifting his palm, he hit the fake stone in front of him with a "touch", and the whole stone was shattered.

He turned around, sat on the stone bench, picked up the scroll and continued to look at it, regaining his former indifferent expression.

At this moment, Feng Aotian was leaning on the side, watching Ye Meixi taking a nap, thoughtfully, suddenly, a pain in her heart, her eyes flashed coldly, shouldn't he vomit blood again? Thinking of this, he said in a deep voice, "When will the news from the palace be reported?"

"It will take two hours at the earliest." Poying said.

"If you have news, you will report immediately." Feng Aotian said solemnly, vaguely feeling a bad premonition.

About an hour later, Mu Hanjin received her gong, pressed her chest, and felt the blood flow smoothly. Then she stayed and pushed the door out. She was already thin, and she lost weight after the two days of running around.

Huanxi brought the soup over, "Master, this is the soup that the lord has ordered you to drink every day."

"Yeah." Mu Hanjin took the soup, drank it, and walked to Leng Qianye, "Brother Leng, since your body is healed, I will take you out of the house today and go back to the house to see Look."

"Can I leave the house?" Leng Qianye put down the scroll in his hand and asked in disbelief.

"Well, if there is any blame, I will bear it." Mu Hanjin said softly, and then looked at Huanxi, "Huanxi, go and prepare clothes."

"Yes." Replied joyfully, and then left.

Leng Qianye's handsome face, coated with a faint soft light, raised his eyes and looked at the sky at this moment, it turned out to be so broad.

Mu Hanjin took Leng Qianye out of Qinghui Pavilion and out of the palace, but was stopped by Father Feng, "Princess Mu, General Leng cannot leave the palace without the token of the prince."

"Duke Feng, the palace of the prince will naturally report it, and the palace will follow, and Duke Feng can rest assured." Mu Hanjin's still indifferent expression, wearing a crescent robe, is elegant and elegant.

The father-in-law Feng raised his eyes and looked at Leng Qianye beside him, dressed in a purple robe, like an immortal descending from the world, extraordinary and otherworldly, he could not bear to profanity with just one glance.

He lifted his eyes slightly, "Mu Shifei, please! General Leng, please!"

Mu Hanjin and Leng Qianye stepped out of the palace. Leng Qianye looked at the scenery outside the palace, his eyes seemed to overflow with light. After standing for a long time, he raised his foot and took a step. After the second and third steps, he didn't believe that he finally got out of the cage that had trapped him for two years until he got into the carriage and crossed the bustling street.

He raised his eyes and looked at Mu Hanjin, "That day, when you stepped out of the palace, did you feel the same way?"

"Yeah." Mu Hanjin nodded, "Yes, but now I want to stay in the palace for the rest of my life and I don't want to come out."

Leng Qianye looked sideways and looked at Mu Hanjin in silence. The carriage was silent. The two of them had their own thoughts until the carriage stopped, "Mu Shifei, here."

The curtain opened, Mu Hanjin looked at Leng Qianye, "Brother Leng, here it is."

Leng Qianye couldn't believe it, "Here?"

"Yeah." Mu Hanjin said with a light smile, then got out of the carriage first, raised his eyes, and saw the two characters "Leng Mansion" hanging upright.

Leng Qianye got out of the carriage, as he did when he returned to Mu Mansion last time, Jiading at the door showed surprise and disbelief, and quickly greeted Leng Qianye forward.

Even though Leng Qianye was agitated, he was still as indifferent as his temperament, unwilling to show any emotions, but slowly stepped into the Leng Mansion, taking every step very hard.

In the distance, Mrs. Leng was also tremblingly supported and walked over. Next to him, there was a pretty woman about fifteen or sixteen years old with tears in her eyes, looking at Leng Qianye, even more so. Excited.

Leng Qianye raised his hand, raised the hem of his clothes, then knelt on both knees, kowtowing deeply, but did not speak.

"Big brother!" The woman in front of her knelt on the ground quickly, greeted him, and then fell into his arms, crying bitterly.

The old lady Leng moved forward slowly, looking at Leng Qianye’s face, she stretched out her hand and stroked it over and over again, but she did not shed any tears, but said in a deep voice, "The man has gold under his knees, the man of Leng How can you kneel down easily!"

Leng Qianye raised his eyes and stared at his elderly mother, whom he had not seen for many years. He gritted his teeth, concealed the fluctuations in his heart, and whispered, "Mother."

"I'll be fine when you come back." Mrs. Leng said softly with moist eyes, "Get up, go and visit your ancestor."

"Yes." Leng Qianye quickly got up, straightened her back, and helped the old lady Leng walk forward.

The woman who fell into Leng Qianye’s arms and wept slowly got up, waited to look at Mu Hanjin, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and whispered, "Brother Hanjin."

"Sister Peihan, I haven't seen it for a long time." Mu Hanjin said softly, still with that elegant expression.

"Yes, I haven't seen him for a long time, Brother Han Jin is still the same." The woman in front of me, dressed in a pale pink dress, is slim, and has a bit of heroism between her eyebrows. She has a three-point look with Leng Qianye, long What a delicate and pretty.

Mu Hanjin looked at Leng Qianye, who was already far away, "Sister Peihan, go get together with your elder brother."

"Okay." Peihan bowed slightly, then turned and left.

Mu Hanjin walked out of the Leng Mansion and walked into the carriage, closing her eyes to rest.

In a flash, another hour passed, Feng Aotian opened his eyes, looked out the window, and said coldly, "Is there any news?"

"Yes, master, just heard the news that it was Concubine Mu who vomited blood again." Po hurriedly replied.

"Spitting blood?" Feng Aotian wondered how he would vomit blood again. Could it be that he was running around for days, too tired, and suddenly cursed, his body was already thin and weak, and he didn't know how to take care of himself.

"Do you know why you vomit blood?" Feng Aotian asked immediately.

"I don't know, I vomited blood as soon as I returned to the house, because I was afraid that I was too close to be caught and didn't hear it." Po Leng replied.

Feng Aotian sighed, "Let him go."

Ye Meixi raised her eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, "Master is worried about him, right?"

"Master doesn't care about him." Feng Aotian snorted coldly and looked at Ye Meixi, "Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah." Ye Meixi said with a light smile, "It turns out that the Lord is also a hard-talked lord."

"I've become more presumptuous now." Feng Aotian's eyes sank, staring coldly at Ye Meixi.

He chuckled, "It's only two days anyway, so what if it's presumptuous?"

Feng Aotian was about to speak when he saw a yellow figure staggering in, full of alcohol.

"Jingxi, you are not allowed to drink him in the future." Feng Aotian said in a deep voice, watching Xing Wuyun's already drunk a little too much.

Xing Wuyun hurriedly stepped forward and walked in front of Feng Aotian, with one hand propped on the soft couch, and the other on her shoulders, with alcohol sprayed between his nose and slowly moving forward, watching her.

Feng Aotian frowns her eyebrows, stretches out her hand to push him away, "Jingxi, carry him out."

Xing Wuyun then lay on the ground, "It's better to drink, and get drunk to relieve one thousand sorrows!"

Ye Meixi leaned against Feng Aotian's arms and looked at Xing Wuyun, who was unconscious on the ground, and turned his eyes slightly, "Master, what's the use of keeping a drunkard?"

"He..." Feng Aotian's eyes flashed slyly, "The first brothel in the capital is his property. Over the years, he is the only one who has the ability to avoid the Lord. You think he is really as superficial. Get up so free and easy?"

"What do you mean?" Ye Meixi continued to stare at Xing Wuyun, "Lord, when Meixi comes back, will there be no place for Meixi by your side?"

"Why do you see?" Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

"There are three thousand beautiful men in the harem, one more than me, and a lot less than me." Ye Meixi said sourly.

Feng Aotian smiled, "Well, it is reasonable. If you let the master wait too long, the master may forget you."

"Sure enough, all men in the world are lucky." Ye Meixi couldn't help sighing.

Feng Aotian smiled, "Are you not a man?"

"Except for me." Ye Meixi licked her lips and smiled, leaning forward, and kissing her lips.

Leng Mansion, Leng Qianye bowed to the ancestral hall, looked at Mrs. Leng, bowed his head and said, "Mother, my child is going away, I will see you another day."

"Okay, Chiba, you must remember that the Leng family man would rather bend than bend." Old lady Leng said forcefully with a cold eyebrow.

"My child, remember the mother's teaching." Leng Qianye respectfully saluted Mrs. Leng, then turned around and walked outside the house.

"Mother, I'll send him off." Pei Han said, and followed Leng Qianye out of the Leng Mansion.

"Sister, thanks to you for taking care of my mother these years." Leng Qianye looked at the younger sister in front of him, full of guilt.

"As long as everything is well with my brother, I will find a sister-in-law in the future, so my sister won't have to work hard." Pei Han joked with a smile.

Leng Qianye’s eyes dimmed. He never knew what happened in the future. Now, before the regent returns, anything can happen. He doesn’t know if he can come back alive next time.

"Sister, take care, remember, take good care of your mother." Leng Qianye stretched out her hand and stroked Peihan's cheek. Over the years, he has been running around and fighting all year round, rarely going home, seeing the little girl once. Now that he has grown into a slim daughter's home, he has a lot of emotion in his heart.

"Brother, don’t worry, no matter what happens, my sister will guard this house and wait for my brother to come back." Peihan’s eyes are firm. This is the family motto of the Leng family that she has been deeply rooted in since childhood. Both men and women have an indomitable spirit.

Leng Qianye turned around and looked at Mu Hanjin already waiting for him in the carriage. He flew into the carriage and looked at Peihan, still reluctant to give up.

"I will come back in the future." Mu Hanjin looked at Leng Qianye and said softly.

"I don't know what year it is." Leng Qianye had a hunch, maybe this parting is a farewell.

Mu Hanjin looked at Leng Qianye, stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder, "Soon, you will be reunited with your family."

"Han Jin, you think so, but what does she think, do you know?" Leng Qianye didn't know why Mu Hanjin was so devoted to her, at the expense of her own life, but also desperately protecting her she was.

"I understand." Mu Hanjin closed her eyes slightly and said lightly.

"Brother Hanjin, wait a minute." Peihan's voice suddenly sounded.

Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and looked at her, "Sister Peihan, what else is there?"

"I just want to ask, how is Brother Hanyao now?" Peihan asked with a blinking eyes, looking at Mu Hanjin.

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