This Lord is Too Cruel: 090 Lord has a crush on you

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Xing Wuyun’s bright eyes flashed with a gloomy light, and then he lay on the table weakly, raised his eyes, and looked at Feng Aotian lazily, “Master, they all have courtyards, why don’t the ministers?”

Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at Xing Wuyun, "Want a courtyard?"

"Well, otherwise, where would the minister sleep?" Xing Wuyun raised his eyes slightly, looking at Feng Aotian's cold eyes approaching her, still in a lazy posture. Shu Chi Wuyan

Feng Aotian bends her eyebrows slightly, then raises her hand to stroke the tie between his hair, and then gently pulls, the ink-like hair is scattered and draped over her body, she hooks up a strand, playing with, "Master All of the courtyards are for the beauties of the Lord, what about you......"

Xing Wuyun stretched out his hand, patted Feng Aotian's hand, gathered his hair, and then tied it with a hair tie, "Since the prince does not sleep in the court of the minister, the minister is gone."

Then stood up and walked outside.

Feng Aotian didn't stop him, thinking about what he was thinking about, avoiding her like a snake, and sticking to her again. It's really getting more and more interesting.

Xing Wuyun also felt that he was blatantly guilty, so how could he suddenly say such things? Isn't it because there is no silver three hundred taels? A fool can understand, isn't that suggesting something to her?

He flew away a little gloomily and left the Prince Regent’s mansion, wandering slowly on the street, and then returned to the restaurant. Wei Zimo had gone to rest, while he returned to the room he had prepared earlier, lying on the bed, but I couldn't sleep over and over, so I kicked the quilt away and walked out of the room boredly, sitting in the courtyard and looking up at the stars.

Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Aotian's eyebrows with cold sternness, his eyes flashed with sadness, for Xing Wuyun, now he is more and more unable to see through, maybe, they all have their secrets hidden in their hearts. .

Lan Jingshu looked at Feng Aotian and Mu Hanjin. Now that he has done what he should do, it is time to quit, and then respectfully said, "Lord, the minister retire first."

Feng Aotian looked at Lan Jing's book, then looked at Mu Hanjin, and said with a smile, "Didn’t you say that the lotus in Jinxuan Pavilion is open? If you are in a mood today, how about going there? ?"

Lan Jingshu raised her eyes, stared at her smiling face, and said, "Yes."

Mu Hanjin looked at Lan Jingshu, then at Feng Aotian, counting the days. It will be the day when he vomits blood tomorrow. He smiled and said, "My lord, the minister will go back to the'wind' tomorrow. Family."

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Tomorrow you are going to vomit blood again, what are you going to do there?"

"These days, I didn't go back because I couldn't find time all the time. Many things need to be dealt with by ministers." Mu Hanjin's brows and eyes were slightly bent, and she said lightly.

Feng Aotian was silent for a moment, and then looked at him, “If you don’t want to say something, the Lord won’t ask too much, but it’s better not to wait until the Lord finds it out before you tell the truth. Otherwise, Lord There is no such thing as someone who is not sincere to him."

Mu Hanjin concealed and curled up slightly in her sleeve, her eyes flashed softly, "Master, the minister did not hide anything."

Feng Aotian stopped talking, stepped forward, holding his hand, "After tomorrow morning, you can go."

"Thank you, Lord." Mu Hanjin looked at her. The more she was, the less he couldn't tell the truth, so he took this secret and stayed with her quietly until the end of her life.

Feng Aotian didn't say much, then got up, holding Mu Hanjin in one hand, holding Lan Jingshu's hand in the other, leaving the bedroom, and the three of them wandered in the corridor of the palace. The moon was light and the breeze was clear, and the evening breeze was blowing the blue silk of the three of them, and they walked to Jinxuan Pavilion about half a time.

Jingxi, who was waiting outside the courtyard, waited for the master to come back, and saw the three of them from a distance. They hurriedly held the lights and greeted them. "The slave sees the lord and the concubine."

Feng Aotian nodded, and then walked forward, Jinxuan Pavilion was a different sight than Qinghui Pavilion.

As soon as I entered the hospital, I saw a crimson hibiscus. Feng Aotian stepped forward and looked at the hibiscus in the courtyard. He laughed, "Three drunk hibiscus, such a rare treasure, is in your You can see it here."

Lan Jingshu said slightly blessed, "It was planted by the minister himself, and it is now the second flowering."

"Well, don't have a wonderful thing." Feng Aotian turned his eyes and looked at Lan Jingshu. It is rare for him to have such an elegant taste. These three drunken hibiscus bloom white flowers in the morning, and the flowers turn pink at noon, and turn dark again in the evening. Red, therefore, is difficult to plant. He can grow and live, and it is really not easy to grow so vigorously and brightly.

Mu Hanjin looked at the hibiscus in front of him, slowly stepped forward, stood beside Feng Aotian, raised his hand, lightly touched the hibiscus petals in front of him, and muttered, "Bingming jade is natural color, desolate I am a Westwind guest. I refuse to marry the east wind. I am diligent in the frost. The green window is cleaned up late, and I laughed at the glass lamp. I put on the dressing table on the slanting day, and the wine is red and sleepy.

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "I remember last time, you wrote an inscription on the chrysanthemum picture. Today, let's write your inscription."

Only then did Mu Hanjin remember the picture of the chrysanthemum, and then again remembered the scene at that time, Ruyu's face was covered with a layer of pink, it was really countless wood hibiscus by the water, and the color of rouge was not strong. Just as the beauty was drunk at the beginning, she forced her blue mirror to wear makeup.

Lan Jingshu has ordered Jingxi to prepare for the Four Treasures of the Study. She raised her eyes and looked at the two people under Hua Qianyue. Their warm and jade eyes flashed a little indifferently. In his opinion, today's days are compared to that In the past two years, it has been better.

Feng Aotian turned his eyes and looked at Lan Jingshu's eyes. There was relief in the light. With a light wave of her palm, Lan Jingshu's body leaned forward and fell on her. In the arms.

She lowered her head and looked at his appearance in the moonlight. The unspeakable Danyue Qihua, looking like this, it was a bit bright.

Lan Jingshu was also facing her phoenix eyes, which were as cold as a pool, but there was a bottomless gloom, which made him shudder and did not dare to move.

Feng Aotian smiled in a low voice, raised his hand, drew his fingertips across his warm lips, raised his eyes and looked at Mu Hanjin, "His lips feel warmer than yours."

Mu Hanjin was taken aback, and then smiled lightly, "Master, are you saying that Chen's lips are cold?"

"It's dry." Feng Aotian nodded, then lowered his head, and printed the lips of Lan Jingshu, not like Mu Hanjin's coldness, not like Ye Meixi's delicate beauty, nor like Xing Wuyun's slippery. Like the warm jade she used to touch, it was very comfortable.

Lan Jingshu has never been kissed by Feng Aotian like this. He vaguely remembered that when she kissed herself for the first time, it was still in the cave. She used her lips to feed her own concoction. This was the first time she used Hand stroking him...

His feather-like eyelashes were covered with a layer of mist, and his eyes stared blankly at her slightly squinted eyes. Now he feels that he has lost consciousness and his body is floating...

Feng Aotian left his lips and added a bit along the way, seeming to be tasting, looking at Mu Hanjin, "Sure enough, it's different."

Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Aotian with such an expression, and laughed in a low voice, "Master, are you disgusting the minister?"

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, "What do you think?"

"The minister is right." Mu Hanjin said, turning around, looking at the hibiscus flower in front of him, and then at the four treasures of the study, "Master, let Jingshu paint for you."

"Okay." Feng Aotian let go of Lan Jingshu, staring at him in a daze, the corner of his mouth twitched, reached out, and patted his shoulder, "Han Jin, you are in a daze. Up."

Mu Hanjin looked at Lan Jingshu, knowing that some things will happen after all. How many people can get out of this regent palace without any damage? Now, although the prince is no longer the same as her, how can these individuals say that they can leave when they leave.

Lan Jingshu listened, quickly bowed her head, flushed on her face, then turned around, walked in front of the four treasures of the study that Jingxi had prepared, then picked up a pen and looked at the hibiscus flower in front of her, but she couldn't let it fall. With the pen, Feng Aotian's smile appeared in his mind. She was even more handsome under the moon, and he couldn't help but want to draw her into the painting.

Feng Aotian watched him stand still, then stepped forward, standing behind him, covering his hand on the paper with one hand, and holding the pen with him tightly with the other, and then the two of them After embracing each other so affectionately, Lan Jingshu's whole person seemed to have fallen into the abyss. For a moment, at a loss, he lowered his head and looked at the white and slender fingers holding his hand, like a belt With a certain magical power, he also pulled his heart, and his hand moved with her. After a while, a hibiscus flower appeared on the paper, and Feng Aotian let go, and then said, "You will paint the rest. ."

Lan Jingshu lowered his head and looked at the hibiscus flower on the painting. Although it was only one, it seemed that there were thousands of looming hibiscus flowers. He also reflected his mind in the painting, then started to paint intently.

Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at Mu Hanjin, lying in the rocking chair on one side, "Blow a song for the Lord."

"Yes." Mu Hanjin replied and looked at Jingxi. He quickly stepped into the house and took out a white jade flute.

Feng Aotian smiled in a low voice, "You two are really inseparable."

Mu Hanjin took the white jade flute, and then turned around lightly. The moon white robe moved with the wind. Compared with the bright moonlight in the night sky, it was more graceful and graceful. In a blink of an eye, he was already standing under a willow tree. Slightly reclining, the moonlight is clear, the body is as elegant as a jade, and the graceful and handsome, revealing the extraordinary indifferent.

The sound of the flute is melodious and deep, and the breeze is faint, people play the colored flute, the sky is greeted by the green clouds, the song will not return in the body, and the jade name is left in the air.

Feng Aotian shook the rocking chair comfortably, the flute reverberated in his ears, and the fragrance of flowers overflowed. When the song ended, Mu Hanjin moved his wrist, flicked his sleeve robe, and Yu Xiao turned, he walked slowly towards Feng In front of Aotian, squatting halfway, leaning on her side, "Master, the minister is finished."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, opened his eyes, and saw that Lan Jingshu had finished writing, then looked at the portrait in front of him, also startled, raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian with interest. Look at him.

He bowed his head quickly and respectfully said, "Master, the minister has done it."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian replied lightly, then got up on the rocking chair, took Mu Hanjin's hand, walked forward unhurriedly, raised his eyes, and saw the painting in front of him, Furong Splendid, however, has a more comfortable Anta figure.

Feng Aotian looked at this painting, looked sideways, and looked at Mu Hanjin, "Added that poem."

"Yes." Mu Hanjin put Yuxiao on one side, then lifted the pen, and wrote down the poem by Shi Caiyin. Feng Aotian lifted the pen on one side and said, "The direction of the heart, the direction of the body To."

When Lan Jingshu painted, he also did it in accordance with his own state of mind. Just because of his talent, what appeared in his mind was the picture in front of him, so he painted it, and looked at Feng Aotian's final paragraph, his eyes flashed A touch of strangeness.

"After a few days, I will go to Qinghui Pavilion and paint Haitang." Feng Aotian looked at Lan Jingshu, smiled lightly, lowered his head, and brushed across the corner of his lips, "During Lianghuai, you were Let the Lord give you a portrait."

Lan Jingshu quickly looked down, and felt that the weather tonight was exceptionally hot. He slowly took a step back, "Chen Gong sent the lord."

Feng Aotian smiled, took Mu Hanjin's hand, turned around, and left Jinxuan Pavilion.

Lan Jingshu stood there like a sculpture. He was stunned for a long time. He was awakened by a cold wind. Then he looked down and looked at the portrait in front of him, the person on it, and the last paragraph, and lifted it up. Fingers, covering his lips, he quickly rolled up the scroll in front of him, then turned around and walked into the room.

Feng Aotian and Mu Hanjin walked side by side on the way back to the bedroom, "Tomorrow, you don't have to avoid the master, you will be forced to do it."

Mu Hanjin's heart warmed, she naturally knew that she knew that she didn't want her to spy on something. Thinking about this, he stopped, opened his hands, and hugged Feng Aotian into his arms. Inhaling the unique aura of her, "The prince, everything that the minister has has been given to the prince. Everything the minister does is for the prince. No matter what is hidden, it is because the prince only has the prince in his heart."

Feng Aotian put his thin waist on the ring, and his chin rested on his weak shoulders. Compared to before, he was a lot thinner. She suddenly felt distressed and said in a deep voice, "If you lose weight anymore , I will lose you."

Mu Hanjin smiled softly, and then said, "The minister will not lose weight anymore."

The next day, as usual, Xing Wuyun rushed to the Prince Regent’s Mansion early in the morning, walked into the palace in a stride, sat next to Feng Aotian, and ate breakfast quietly.

Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at him, "Hey, did you go to the brothel last night?"

Xing Wuyun stunned, looked sideways, and looked at her, "Wei Zimo's bed is uncomfortable."

"That's the best restaurant in Beijing." Feng Aotian continued, "Hey, why do you always come here to have breakfast? Wei Zimo is hungry for you."

"Wei Zimo's food is horrible." Xing Wuyun looked sideways and looked at Feng Aotian, feeling a little irritable. He didn't know what was going on, but he felt that everything from the Regent Palace was better than Wei Zimo's. Well, it seems that he is slandered.

"I didn't see anything interesting in the palace last night?" Feng Aotian looked at Xing Wuyun and said slowly.

"The prince knows, and he asked the minister what he did." Xing Wuyun replied unhappily.

Feng Aotian looked at him like this, kicked him, but was blocked by Xing Wuyun, then raised his head and looked at her, "The prince, why did you move your foot to the minister?"

Feng Aotian raised his hand, hitting Xing Wuyun with another palm, and said in a deep voice, "He not only moves his feet, but also hands."

Xing Wuyun raised his eyebrows, then stood up, drank the last sip of soup, and then said respectfully, "The minister first retire." After saying that, he turned around and left.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Hey, what's wrong with this kid?"

"I don't know." Mu Hanjin and Lan Jingshu looked at each other and shook their heads together.

Feng Aotian gave a cold snort, then stopped breakfast, and looked at Mu Hanjin, "What's the matter with Feng Qianning?"

"Master, you forgot?" Mu Hanjin asked immediately.

"I don't remember." Feng Aotian shook his head. In her impression, it seemed that there was no such person.

"She is your imperial sister, but her biological mother is an unfavored concubine. She lives in a relatively remote dormitory. She rarely enters or enters the dormitory. Two years ago, the first emperor wanted her When we went to Qiguo to make peace, the first emperor died suddenly, and she somehow got a serious illness and became demented. Except for an old maid and two maids who waited on her, almost no one cared. "Mu Hanjin replied carefully.

Feng Aotian thought, "Why did Feng Qianning sneak into the Queen Mother's palace late at night and play with the Queen Mother?"

"The minister doesn't know about this." Mu Hanjin shook her head.

"The minister knows." Xing Wuyun, who had gone back and forth, sat beside her and said.

"Aren't you rolling?" Feng Aotian looked at Xing Wuyunshi's gloomy face. Now, the dark clouds have dispersed and the sky has become clear, thinking that this person has really become fast enough.

"Lord, that Princess Qianning should be pretending to be stupid, and she deliberately appeared in front of the minister several times, must tell the prince something through the minister." Xing Wuyun looked at Feng Aotian, and then said, " That day, she suddenly pulled the minister, and then, the mother beside her mentioned the word queen mother, Princess Qianning was so scared that she ran away. This matter was strange to the minister at the time, but she was unwilling to be nosy. Therefore, I didn’t go into it deeply, but what happened last night made the minister feel that Princess Qianning seemed to know the secret of the Queen Mother."

Feng Aotian calmly looked at Xing Wuyun, "Now, the palace is full of the eyeliner of the queen mother, and if this king goes there, it will definitely attract people's attention. Tonight, you will bring her."

"Yes." Xing Wuyun nodded, then got up, "The minister resigned."

"Hmm." Feng Aotian looked at Xing Wuyun's leaving figure, "Let's go."

Mu Hanyao arrived on the other side of the river before dawn. Then, he straightened his men and horses, looked at the topographic map, and a rare smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Well, yes, it will take less than three days to follow this road. , You can reach the southwest."

Leng Peihan stood by and handed the water to Mu Hanyao, "Brother Hanyao, drink some water."

Mu Hanyao looked at Leng Peihan, waved his hand, and then looked at Li Su, "Let’s rest for an hour before setting off. During this time, will the soldiers feel unwell?"

"Nothing." Li Su shook his head and said with a smile, "The medicine given by the regent is really powerful, and no one has experienced seasickness."

Mu Hanyao thought that she could be thousands of miles away and still have a decisive victory over a thousand miles. He explored the situation in this place and set up a strategy. Thinking of the situation in Lianghuai, he turned his eyes and looked at what was in front of him. Although the soldiers, after a night of shipwreck, they were still full of energy, and there was no fatigue at all, and the corners of his eyes had a deep smile.

Li Su looked at Mu Hanyao in front of him, and chuckled again, "General, the general will prepare first."

"Yeah." Mu Hanyao nodded and continued to look at the map.

Leng Peihan stood aside, looking at Mu Hanyao’s expression, thinking, whenever he mentioned the regent, his expression would change, and her eyes flashed with a low tone, thinking of Han Jin’s brother If she does, is she really going to give up? However, she really didn't want to.

Mu Hanyao looked sideways, looked at Leng Peihan, and asked in a low voice, "Can you hold on?"

"Yeah." Leng Peihan nodded, and then asked in a low voice, "Brother Hanyao, you know my personality. You never blame the ramblings. Can I ask you a few things?" /

"Well, you can ask." Mu Hanyao nodded.

"In the heart of Brother Hanyao, has anyone liked me?" Although Leng Peihan was a little shy, he asked in a low voice without half-dead tweaking.

"I always treat you as a little sister." Mu Hanyao also replied unabashedly.

"What about Hanyao's brother to the regent?" Leng Peihan's eyebrows flashed sadly, and then he asked.

"She is a king, I am a minister, and that's all." Mu Hanyao looked at Leng Peihan and said in a deep voice.

Leng Peihan looked at Mu Hanyao and couldn’t help sighing, “I’m just a little unwilling. I feel that I have always liked Brother Hanyao. Over the years, I have no time to see you. Now, I just want to Ask in person, if this is the case, I can also cut off my thoughts. Since Brother Hanyao is unintentional to me, how about I be the younger sister of Brother Hanyao in the future?"

Mu Hanyao stretched out his hand and touched her head, "You are my sister."

Although Leng Peihan is sad, he is not a muddle-headed temper, but he has this knot in his heart and has been entangled forever. Now that he understands the question, he won't be entangled anymore.

"Brother Hanyao, but I still want to follow you to the southwest. Although I am a woman, I also want to fight and kill the enemy like my brother and Brother Hanyao. I don’t want to be locked in a boudoir all day. Some delicate and contrived things." Leng Peihan looked at Mu Hanyao and said in a loud voice.

Mu Hanyao looked at Leng Peihan and chuckled in a low voice, "Oh, it's like your brother."

"That is." Leng Peihan smiled brightly, "However, Brother Hanyao, the regent is really not easy, now Feng Guo is full of defects, and she did not expect that she could still have such a method. I really admire her, although I once really hated her."

Mu Hanyao looked at Leng Peihan, thinking that a woman could say such an evaluation of her, then, what about him?

After a little rectification, Mu Hanyao led his troops to the southwest.

Feng Ao’s world was in the early dynasty, and instead of going back to the palace, he went to Wei Zimo’s place. Since he said he wanted to rob him, he had to be prepared. I thought that the last time I met was late at night. Did not see Wei Zimo's face clearly.

Mu Hanjin and Lan Jingshu went to the Inspectorate for business as usual, and then went back to the palace to review the memorial.

"Is the imperial examination all set now?" Lan Jingshu asked, sitting on the carriage, looking at the letter in his hand.

"Still not enough." Mu Hanjin shook her head.

Lan Jingshu looked at him, "Do you really want women to enter the court as officials?"

"Wang Ye means." Mu Hanjin looked at Lan Jingshu, "If you really let women enter the court as officials, I guess there will be some changes."

"Naturally." Lan Jingshu frowned slightly, "First of all, I feel uncomfortable."

"What's wrong?" Mu Hanjin raised her eyebrows, looked at him, and asked in a low voice.

"A woman should be a husband and a child at home, gentle and good." Lan Jingshu smiled lightly.

"Then what kind of woman do you think is suitable for the court?" Mu Hanjin raised her eyes, looked at Lan Jingshu, and asked gently.

Lan Jingshu followed Mu Hanjin's words and remembered Feng Aotian's appearance in women's clothing in Lianghuai, bright and moving, stunning, charming, with a cold temperament, which made people look at it from a distance and thought The illusion of surrendering at her feet, if such a woman enters the court as an official, he will definitely be willing.

"What are you thinking?" Mu Hanjin looked at Lan Jingshu in a daze, remembering what Feng Aotian said last night, and then laughed, "How can you learn to start staying now?"

"It's nothing, just think of the situation when the prince was dressed in women's clothing in Lianghuai." Lan Jingshu looked at Mu Hanjin, a touch of unnaturalness flashed through her gentle and jade face.

Mu Hanjin was taken aback for a moment, then looked at him, "The prince wears women's clothing? Why?"

"Investigate the case." Lan Jingshu said, "Your eldest brother and Ye Meixi also saw it."

"I want to see it." Mu Hanjin said with interest, "How does the prince look like a man dressed as a woman?"

Lan Jingshu looked at him, "When the prince wears it, you will see it by yourself."

"Do you think there will be such unforeseen opportunities?" Mu Hanjin said regretfully.

"I can only say that if a woman enters the court as an official, it should be the case." Lan Jingshu gave the most pertinent evaluation.

Mu Hanjin raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at Lan Jing's book, "Go back to draw and show me later."

Lan Jingshu was taken aback for a moment, "Draw it down? I still have a rare life."

"Don't let the prince see it." Mu Hanjin looked at Lan Jingshu, "I can hardly imagine what the prince would look like in women's clothing. Unfortunately, I didn't go there at that time."

Lan Jingshu looked at Mu Hanjin with such an expression, thinking that he was really trapped. Now, even if the prince sneezes, it is estimated that he will find the voice very beautiful.

"According to you." Lan Jingshu replied helplessly. For some reason, he wanted to draw it in his heart.

Mu Hanjin looked at Lan Jingshu and was about to thank him. She felt a pain in her heart. She turned around and took out the silk handkerchief, covering her mouth. There was a pool of scarlet and white silk handkerchief wet.

Lan Jingshu looked forward and saw the shocking red color on the silk kerchief. He couldn't help but startled, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, but just regaining martial arts, some hematemesis." Mu Hanjin quickly put the silk pavilion away, looked at Lan Jingshu, and said lightly.

"You can't lie to me." Lan Jingshu looked at him, "You always bury your own suffering in your heart. This temperament is really love and hate."

Mu Hanjin looked at Lan Jingshu and patted him weakly on the shoulder, "I only have the prince in my heart, so forget it."

Lan Jing Shuben wanted to wave his hand away, but looking at him so haggard, he raised his hand, "You, lie down well, and talk about it later when you return home."

"Yeah." Mu Hanjin nodded slightly, then lay in the carriage, raised his wrist, and saw that the red line in his palm was longer, and he quickly covered it with his sleeve.

Lan Jingshu looked at him and shook his head helplessly, not knowing what to say.

Feng Aotian also sensed that Mu Hanjin was vomiting blood again, his eyes flashed with helplessness, thinking that he did not want her to see what he looks like now, simply, and no longer deliberately, blink of an eye , I arrived at the restaurant. The restaurant was still empty. Compared with the crowd of guests in the past, it was hard to bear to look directly at it now.

The shopkeeper raised his eyes to see the incoming person, and hurriedly stepped forward to greet him, not daring to be half-hearted, "Caomin see the prince."

"Well, where is your master?" Feng Aotian asked immediately.

"Upstairs." The shopkeeper answered, and then he turned sideways and guided Feng Aotian upstairs.

"Master, please!" The shopkeeper stood at the door and pushed the door to signal Feng Aotian to enter.

Feng Aotian stepped inside, and saw the enchanting red sitting under the bead curtain. He raised his eyes and looked at her, "Master, what happened this time?"

Feng Aotian looked at this person, really arrogant, seeing that she didn't have any rules, and asked directly what she was coming from, she took the folding fan in her hand, supported the table with one hand, and the chin with the other. Through the bead curtain, he looked at Wei Zimo in the bead curtain.

This red body is a bit more ethereal than Ye Meixi’s. I really can’t see her face through the veil. However, the look in her eyes is cold, even though she is enchanting. She still likes Ye Meixi. She was charming and enchanting, thinking about this, she suddenly missed Ye Meixi very much, not knowing how he is now.

Ye Meixi was lying bored on the soft couch, staring in a daze at the portrait of Feng Aotian painted by herself. Suddenly, he felt itchy in his nose and sneezed. He turned around and then moved the painting. Pressing under him, stroking Feng Aotian's face, "Master, are you thinking about Meixi?"

Wei Zimo looked at Feng Aotian clearly, but he was thinking of someone else in his eyes? A flash of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

Feng Aotian sighed quietly, then withdrew his thoughts, looked at Wei Zimo, "Do you want the Lord to tell the truth, or lie?"

"What is the lie?" Wei Zimo looked at her through the bead curtain, thinking about seeing him. Is there so many reasons?

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, and then said, "Lord has a crush on you."

The cinnabar between Wei Zimo's eyebrows flashed with enchanting brilliance, and a cold gaze shot straight out of the bead curtain. Feng Aotian still smiled, greeted that gaze, "It was you who let the master tell lies Of."

"What about the truth?" Wei Zimo took a deep breath, his tone was still pleasant, melodious and tactful, but with a hint of sullenness.

"This is the truth..." Feng Aotian dragged a long tone, and then her figure flashed, and the bead curtain made a crisp sound, she had entered the bead curtain, standing in front of Wei Zimo, reaching out...

Wei Zimo's figure spun lightly, then fell ten steps away from her, facing her back, "Master, please respect yourself."

"Master always treats beauties like this." Feng Aotian puts his hands around his chest, thinking of the man in front of him with extremely high martial arts, the enchanting posture standing in front of her with his back to her, the body is very good, just watched When I reached that pair of eyes, they were very glamorous, with seven points of enchantment, three points of coldness, excellent, and the skin can be broken by blows, excellent, although they did not see the hidden features, they still could say for sure, this The body looks very good.

"If the prince is fine, please go back." Wei Zimo said, and flew away.

Feng Aotian hurriedly flew up, followed him, Wei Zimo immediately entered the backyard house, the doors and windows were also closed, Feng Aotian stood outside the door, leaning against the door, "The truth is still Not finished."

"Let's talk about it then." Wei Zimo's voice came from inside the house, still lukewarm.

Feng Aotian replied with a loud voice, "The truth is, I want to go to you."

Wei Zimo sits at the table, the corners of his mouth are slightly hooked under the veil, and a shadow flashes through his eyes. His enchanting posture shows thousands of graces, and he does not reply.

Feng Aotian didn't speak, then turned around and left.

After Feng Aotian left, Wei Zimo asked coldly, "How much is left in the industry today?"

"From yesterday to today, another 10% was recovered by the regent." The shopkeeper quickly replied.

"Good means." Wei Zimo sneered, "It seems that my Highness has raised a bunch of waste."

"Damn your subordinates." The shopkeeper knelt down quickly and whispered.

Wei Zimo poured a cup of tea on his own, drank it slowly, rubbing the cup with green onion-like fingers, and then said, "The master sent watch, if it is taken back again, he will take it back to his Highness."

"Yes." The shopkeeper hurriedly replied, and then backed out.

Wei Zimo put down the cup in his hand, then turned around and walked into the inner hall, and the cup that was placed had already turned into a mass of powder.

Mu Hanjin and Lan Jingshu sat in the carriage, turned a street, and returned to the palace.

"How is your body?" Lan Jingshu asked worriedly.

"It's much better." Mu Hanjin is now waiting to return to the palace to adjust her breath.

Suddenly, a black shadow fell, and the violent palm wind slashed towards the carriage. Mu Hanjin noticed something was wrong, and quickly rushed out of the carriage with Lan Jingshu, and then the two fell to the ground, and the carriage was shattered. .

He raised his eyes and looked at the dark shadow in front of him. He suddenly shot a cold look at Lan Jingshu, "Go back to the palace."

"Who is he?" Lan Jingshu looked at the person in front of him, martial arts must be very high, and he looked at Mu Hanjin uneasy.

"I don't know." Mu Hanjin shook his head. He sent someone to check his tracks, but found nothing. Unexpectedly, he now met him again.

Lan Jingshu also felt strange, looking at the person in front of him, then at Mu Hanjin, "You have to be careful."

"Yeah." Mu Hanjin nodded.

Lan Jingshu got up from the ground, turned around to leave, but heard a cold voice, "Neither of them want to leave."

Then, the black shadow in front of him flew around, his palms condensed his internal strength, calling Mu Hanjin and Lan Jingshu.

Mu Hanjin hurriedly pushed Lan Jingshu away, and then raised his palm, wanting to take the palm, but saw a figure fall, embraced him in his arms, and then avoided the palm.

He raised his eyes and looked at the person in front of him, his eyes flashed with gentleness, "Lord..."

Feng Aotian looked at him, then pushed him into Lan Jingshu's arms, "Let me see."

"Yes." Lan Jing replied, and then he helped Mu Hanjin to stand aside.

Feng Aotian flew up and met the man in the ghostly mask. The two held hands, then they heard a "roar", and the two fell immediately.

"Who on earth are you?" Feng Aotian fell to the ground, his eyes flashing coldly.

The man wearing the ghost mask shot a gloomy light, staring at Feng Aotian, then slapped Feng Aotian with another palm, then turned and left.

Feng Aotian took the palm of the wind with a palm, then waved it out, turned around, looked at Lan Jingshu and Mu Hanjin, "Are you both okay?"

"It's okay." Mu Hanjin smiled lightly, then looked at Feng Aotian, "Master, are you all right?"

"He can't get to the Lord." Feng Aotian stretched out his hand and brought Mu Hanjin into his arms, holding Lan Jingshu in one hand, and the three flew to the Prince Regent's Mansion.

Feng Aotian hugged Mu Hanjin and entered the bedroom, put him on the soft couch, lowered his head, and watched the red line on his wrist was longer than the last time he saw, his eyes flashed coldly. It seemed that he was aware of something, but he still held back and did not say it.

She turned her eyes and looked at Lan Jingshu, "Come here."

"Yes." Lan Jingshu looked at Feng Aotian's gloomy expression, as if he had returned to his former coldness, he habitually raised a trace of fear, and then bowed his head and walked forward.

Feng Aotian watched him walking slowly, then stretched out his hand to drag him into his arms, raised his left arm, only heard a crisp sound, Lan Jingshu had no time to make a sound, Feng Aotian put him on the soft couch, "The arm is dislocated, and I'm still holding it, can't you see it as a master?"

Lan Jingshu was slightly startled, and then curled his eyebrows. He was only worried about Mu Hanjin, and forgot that his arm had been dislocated, but she unexpectedly...thinking of this, but a trace of it in her heart Warmth.

Feng Aotian looked at the two people in front of him, thinking about who the man with the ghost mask was and why he attacked her man again and again, then looked at Mu Hanjin, "In the future, when you vomit blood, So he stayed in the palace safely, or followed him."

"Yes." Mu Hanjin nodded, then got up, sat cross-legged, and began to exercise exercises to heal the injury.

Feng Aotian turned his eyes and looked at Father Feng on his side, "Add more manpower. If the ghostly man is brought in for the Lord, please be careful that the Lord breaks you."

"Yes." Father Feng knew that now the prince was angry, and quickly responded.

After Xing Wuyun walked to the palace, he heard that the queen mother’s palace was very quiet, and the queen mother was in the palace all day. I heard that the whole face was swollen. I was afraid that it would not last for ten and a half days. The bedroom.

As the younger brother of the queen dowager, he naturally wanted to visit. Therefore, he went to the queen dowager’s palace, but was blasted out by the queen dowager. Xing Wuyun felt that this younger brother was really shameless. The son was quite happy, but Mr. Jiu no longer asked him to brush the jars, but let him stand in the courtyard for a whole day.

The scent of wine wafted over the courtyard, and he was enjoying the smell while standing.

In the middle of the night, Mu Hanjin also recovered her complexion, then collected her strength, and got up from the soft couch, she saw Feng Aotian standing with her hands on her back, standing outside the palace.

He turned his eyes and saw that Lan Jingshu had entered the study room, reviewing the memorial.

He walked out of the bedroom and walked to her side, "Lord..."

"Are you hungry?" Feng Aotian turned his eyes, looked at him, his eyes were as normal, nothing wrong.

Mu Hanjin stretched out her hand, held her cold fingers, rubbed her carefully, and then took her into her arms, "Master..."

"Okay." Feng Aotian left his embrace, kissed lightly under the corner of his lips, and led him into the palace, "put the meal."

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