This Lord is Too Cruel: 148 Little devil, I have something I want you to do

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Master is too cruel, 148 little devil head, Master wants you to do something

Feng Aotian took the soup bowl that Meixi handed over for the night. Inadvertently, she also saw Ling Shuangxue standing outside the hall. The corner of her mouth evoked an evil smile. Then she took a sip of soup, raised her hand, and Ye Meixi dragged her into her arms, lowered her head, and put Tang Du into his mouth, sliding across his delicate red lips, watching him wink like silk, weakly leaning against her. In her arms, she smiled deeper, "It tastes delicious. Shu Chi Wuyan"

Ye Meixi gave a low laugh, with an unfinished expression on his face, and said softly, "Master, Meixi wants more."

Feng Aotian laughed, then took another sip, printed his lips, and the two shared a bowl of soup affectionately.

Ling Shuangxue stood outside the hall, and a cold wind blew through her. She was dressed in a purple official robe, and on her beautiful face, a faint melancholy flashed, but it was also fleeting.

Chu Xia and Xiang Han stood outside the hall, wishing to report, turning their eyes, seeing the scene inside the hall, the two of them blushed at the same time, and quickly bowed their heads, silent.

Ye Meixi's eyes are always with indestructible tenderness. He carefully prepares vegetables for Feng Ao Tian, ​​and the two use breakfast, which is indescribable.

He enjoys her being by his side very much. Although this time is short, it is also the best.

Ling Shuangxue has been standing outside the hall, she didn't have any warm heart. At this moment, she was completely cooling down. He had never had such a half smile in front of her.

She felt a pain in her heart uncontrollably, but allowed the pain to spread all over her body until the pain became numb and unconscious.

After breakfast, Feng Aotian took Ye Meixi’s hand and walked to the main hall. In this palace, Ye Meixi’s confidants were arranged, most of them were Mo Yan Pavilion’s subordinates, for Feng Aotian Although unfamiliar, the people who can make the pavilion master treat such gentleness must be the ones that the pavilion master cherishes, and they will not guess the thoughts of the pavilion master at will.

Ye Meixi and Feng Aotian walked to the main hall, she sat down lazily, and Ye Meixi leaned in her arms obediently. For him, he was never anything in front of her. The prince of a country, he had to just snuggle in her arms like this, feel her breath, listen to her heartbeat, and her warm words echoed in his ears.

Feng Aotian aroused the blue silk on Ye Meixi's chest and played with him. Instead of looking at Ling Shuangxue outside the temple, he whispered, "Aren't you going to the early morning?"

Ye Meixi was a little bit upset, still wrapping her waist, rubbing her neck a few times, "Master, Meixi doesn't want to leave him for a moment."

Feng Aotian listened to the reluctance in his words and chuckled, "Last night, someone made a fuss about the Lord not sleeping well, you should go to the morning session, and the Lord will go to bed again."

Listening to her, Ye Meixi's cheeks dyed a blush, which made him even more charming. He raised his eyes, his beautiful eyes flowed, echoing with all kinds of styles, and then slowly got up and drank on the corners of her lips. , "That Meixi will go and return."

"Okay." Feng Aotian nodded, and when he got up, he squeezed his ass.

Ye Meixi screamed, and the voice was even more numb to the bones. He squinted at Feng Aotian, and said, "Master is really bad."

Feng Aotian laughed. There is a person who, no matter how many hardships he has endured, he will never show half of it in front of her. What he leaves to himself will always be his most enchanting side.

Ye Meixi looked back at her step by step three times, and then returned to the inner hall, put on a dark red dragon-patterned dragon robe, and walked out, waiting to see Ling Shuangxue who had been standing outside the palace for a long time, converging his talented pretentiousness , With a variety of styles, those beautiful eyes are slightly sinking, without a trace of temperature, lifted up, walked a few steps forward, and said to Ling Shuangxue who followed closely, "Ling Aiqing came to see me so early, why? ?"

Ling Shuangxue bowed her head and said, "The emperor, the ministers came here, wanting to recommend themselves and bring troops to the army."

Ye Meixi looked sideways and saw that there was no timidity on her face. There was a glimmer of light flashing in his eyes, with a smile but a real smile, "Ling Aiqing is the pillar of the country. Above the court, for a moment Ling Aiqing can’t be missed."

Ling Shuangxue listened to his words and knew his doubts about herself, she felt a bitterness in her heart, yes, what qualifications does she have to make him trust her?

She knelt on the ground immediately, and then said, "The minister is willing to stand for life and death."

Ye Meixi narrowed her eyes and looked at Ling Shuangxue who was kneeling in front of him. He couldn't guess why she insisted on going to the border gate so persistently? What is the conspiracy in this?

"Since Wuyueguo has such a loyal and patriotic minister, Meixi should be happy." A cold voice came from the palace, breaking the silence at the moment.

Ye Meixi immediately raised the corners of her mouth and whispered, "Of course, since Ling Aiqing is so firm, it is my blessing, why should I not?"

Feng Aotian’s voice echoed by Ling Shuangxue’s ears, Ye Meixi seemed gentle, but with piercing and cold words, she lowered her eyes and covered the gloomy light in her eyes. The emperor."

Ye Meixi stopped talking, but turned around and walked away.

Ling Shuangxue slowly got up, followed by his side, and left together.

Meteor looked at Ling Shuangxue's back, then at Feng Aotian, "Holy Lord, that woman is not easy."

Feng Aotian smiled slightly, "Interesting."

The meteor slid and crawled to her side, "Holy Lord, I can smell predation from that woman."

Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at him, "Well, what else?"

"There is also the smell of jealousy." Meteor continued, "Hey, Holy Lord, you know that, what I hate most is being jealous, but there is always a strong smell around the Holy Lord. The smell of vinegar is everywhere."

Feng Aotian raised his hand and patted his head with a palm, "Honestly, why stared at him last night?"

"Who is he?" Meteor pretended to be foolish.

"Huh?" Feng Aotian's eyes sank slightly, revealing darkness.

"Holy Lord, Meteor doesn't know anything." Meteor said with his back to her, lying on one side.

Feng Aotian saw that he didn’t say anything, and he didn’t say much, but his tone was threatening, “Well, if something happens to him in the future, and the Lord does not arrive in time, the Lord will call you Throw it back to the holy pool and retrain."

Meteor swallowed his saliva. It wasn't that he didn't say it, but that he couldn't say it. If he said any more, then he wouldn't have to go back to the furnace to remake it, and he would have his braids.

He thought about it, pretending not to hear, and then lay on the soft couch, pretending to be dead.

Feng Aotian knew that he didn’t say that, he naturally had his concerns, and didn’t ask too much. It’s just that everything she saw in the holy pond that day has been confirmed one by one so far. She must Do what she did well before it happened.

Meteor could feel Feng Aotian's chill, then stood up and looked at her, "Holy Lord, Meteor is not to say nothing, in fact, even if Meteor says it, nothing can be changed, and you don’t want it. The meteor will be wiped out."

Feng Aotian was slightly startled, looked at him, raised his hand and twisted his ears, "Say it again?"

Meteor was a little bit painful when Feng Aotian twisted it, and he broke free, "Holy Lord, you can't be gentle with me."

Feng Aotian let go, then reclined on the soft couch, no longer paying attention to him, closing his eyes to rest.

Meteor rubbed the sore ears, snorted coldly, and then nestled on one side, hey, it is really a headache to have the ability to predict the future.

After Ye Meixi got off the early morning, she hurried to the bedroom with a brisk footstep, and she wanted to see Feng Aotian. After reaching the bedroom, she saw Feng Aotian who was lazily resting on the soft couch. , His eyebrows were slightly bent, his smile was full, he walked forward very lightly, sat on her side, carefully embraced her in his arms, let her rest on his legs with peace of mind, he just lowered his eyes , Looking infatuatedly.

Meteor turned around and looked at the faint soft light radiating from Ye Meixi's body. He turned his bright eyes, remembering the doubt in his heart, simply, not seeing it, he continued to pretend to sleep.

When Feng Aotian woke up, he faced Ye Meixi’s charming face, he held her hand, "Master, are you awake?"

Feng Aotian looked at him with a smile, got up from his arms, supported the handrail with one hand, Ye Meixi fell into her arms and put her other hand on hers. The palm was very soft. Although it was long and thin, it was still much smaller in his hand. He carefully stroked her lush and jade fingers one by one, like treasures.

"Ling Shuangxue is going to the south or north?" Feng Aotian asked casually.

"Go to the north." Ye Meixi whispered, continuing to play with her fingers.

Feng Aotian curled his lips and smiled, "Then Nan will leave it to you?"

Ye Meixi raised her eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, "Master, haven't you already arranged it?"

Feng Aotian bowed his head and touched the corner of his mouth lightly, "What if the Lord is not prepared?"

"That's okay." Ye Meixi smiled unhurriedly, "Meixi can deal with Nan Huiguo."

Feng Aotian knows that on the surface, it seems that returning to the South is stronger than Wuyue Kingdom. In fact, there has been no real contest. No one knows. In the end, Leling understands who wins and loses. After all, all these years, except for the past Feng State and Qi State are always fighting again and again, but the other small countries do not violate the rivers, and will not go to war. Naturally, there will be no real battlefields.

Ye Meixi raised her eyes and stared at her, "Master, let's have lunch."

Meteor was sleeping on a fake day, and when he heard there was food to eat, he got up eagerly, "Good, good."

Feng Aotian looked sideways, glanced at the meteor, and then at Ye Meixi, "How about the customs and customs of Wuyue Kingdom with my master?"

"Okay." Ye Meixi nodded in response.

Feng Aotian smiled immediately, ignoring the meteor, and led him into the inner hall, Ye Meixi took off the dark red brocade robe on her body, replaced it with a bright red, and took off the Jiuyu diadem on her head. Putting on the jade crown that Su Ri liked, and then, holding her hand, left the palace.

Meteor looked at Feng Aotian's unfavorable talents and took a grudge. He curled his mouth and quickly followed him. Anyway, he would always want to eat.

Wuyue Kingdom’s customs are relatively crude, and they can sing and dance. Feng Aotian and Ye Meixi unhesitatingly held hands and walked down the street. Although some people cast their curious eyes, they just saw They are not used to it, after all, it is not the first time they have met.

However, the most important thing is that the appearance and temperament of Feng Aotian and Ye Meixi have made the common people a little lost in their eyes. Such two handsome men are also rare to see.

The corner of Meteor’s mouth curled slightly, following Feng Aotian’s side, watching the passing people look at Feng Aotian’s gaze, he suddenly became displeased, and suddenly had an idea, pulling Feng Aotian’s sleeves, milking Called milkily, "Daddy, hug!"

The words of the meteors have aroused the curiosity of the people even more, this...men and men...how can there be children?

Ye Meixi also had a meal. She lowered her head and looked at the meteor beside Feng Aotian, her lips evoked a charming smile, "Let the second father hug you, OK?"

Meteor opened a pair of innocent eyes, looked at Ye Meixi, and then at Feng Aotian's cold cold light. If so, let him hold him, the next second, the Holy Lord will definitely throw him directly After going out, he shook his head quickly, pulled Feng Aotian's sleeves, blinked his innocent eyes, and said pitifully, "I want Daddy to hug."

Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, staring at the meteor, what the **** was this kid doing? She then raised her hand, clasped her big arm, and hugged him in her arms, staring at him, her eyes cold, "I'm not beaten, right?"

Meteor rolled his eyeballs, pouting the corners of his mouth, and stroking, "Daddy, Xinger is hungry, and Daddy is eccentric. You can't just feed second dad and don't feed Xinger."

Although Tong Yan is unscrupulous, but the meaning in this sentence is really intriguing. If you pay a little bit more, you can think about it astray, and the people will pay more attention to Ye Meixi.

Ye Meixi looked sideways, staring at the meteor, knowing his purpose, and quickly blushed, then leaned in Feng Aotian's arms, "Master, is the slave still hungry?"

Feng Aotian stared at the big and small in front of him, and smiled again, "It's really a fairy who can't feed enough, I will feed you immediately."

Speaking, she took Ye Meixi’s hand and walked forward until she reached the front of Furong Pavilion. She took his hand and walked in. When the people who came and went, they knew , They couldn't help exclaiming what they did when they went in.

Meteor looked at the opposite restaurant and kept drooling. He only did that, mainly to go to the opposite restaurant to have a good meal, but he didn't come here.

The old bustard of Furong Pavilion saw the visitor and greeted him with a smile, and led Feng Aotian to the fourth floor. Then, he bowed and said, "The servant has seen the master."

Feng Aotian smiled and looked at the woman in front of him, and said with a smile, "Go and prepare meals for the Lord."

"The slave and maid will go here." The old bustard in front of him had learned of the master's coming earlier, and was prepared early in the morning.

Ye Meixi quickly leaned in Feng Aotian's arms, "Master, Meixi is really hungry."

Feng Aotian's eyes condensed, and the meteor slid down from Feng Aotian's arms, and quickly sat on one side obediently, with a flattering smile, "Holy Lord, the meteor is also hungry." /

Feng Aotian gave a cold snort, then sat down, "Say, what did Shi Cai see?"

Meteor sighed faintly, knowing that she couldn't hide it from her, and then said, "Seeing a person following, and, looking at the Holy Master's eyes, there is a murderous intent."

Ye Meixi also got the stare's eyes, and then catered to the show. However, looking at Feng Aotian's gloomy face, he quickly leaned in her arms, "Master, are you angry?"

Feng Aotian's mouth twitched slightly, but her eyes were still full of anger. Obviously, she was angry now, then raised her eyes and looked at Ye Meixi, "Bring people in."

"Yes." The old bustard Qiuju answered, and immediately led one person in and threw it on the ground. Obviously, that person had been beaten to the point of breathing.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes slightly and looked at him, "Master has been too gentle recently."

The man raised his eyes and looked handsome, but the hatred in those eyes remained undiminished. He stared at Feng Aotian, as if to shatter her body into pieces.

Meteor looked at the person in front of him, then looked at Feng Aotian, and sighed faintly, knowing that this person will definitely end badly.

Feng Aotian looked sideways, looking at Ye Meixi, "Who is he?"

Ye Meixi waited to see the person in front of her clearly, with a hint of doubt in her eyes, and then looked at Feng Aotian, "Master, this person is a special envoy for returning to China."

"What do you do with the Lord?" Feng Aotian said solemnly. She came to Wuyue Country. Except for the people in front of her, no one else knew why the envoy who returned to China had to follow her. Moreover, the look in her eyes was obviously right. She hated her.

"I'm going to kill you." The man in front of him braced his hands, he got up and rushed towards her.

Feng Aotian sneered, and then said, "Do you know who the Lord is?"

"You are turned to ashes, I know you." The envoy growled.

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, "Well, let's talk about it."

The man raised his head and stared at Feng Aotian, "The enemy who destroys the door does not share the sky."

Ye Meixi stared at him, "Destroy the door? Don't forget, you are a special envoy to return to China, not from Fengxi."

Feng Aotian carefully looked at the person in front of him, and felt that this person was a bit familiar, then raised his eyes and looked at him, "What is your relationship with Tsing Yi?"

"Who is Tsing Yi?" The man sneered coldly, "Today, it falls into your hand. If you want to kill you, you have to ask for it. However, even if I turn into a ghost, I will find you to seek revenge."

"There are not thousands of people killed by the master, but also tens of thousands. If each of them turns into a ghost, wouldn't the master die thousands of times?" Feng Aotian sneered, then looked at Qiu Ju behind him , "Bring the portrait of Tsing Yi."

Qiu Ju was startled, which Tsing Yi was thinking about?

A black shadow fell, and the soul handed the scroll in his hand to Feng Aotian. Feng Aotian raised his hand, then unfolded the portrait and placed it in front of the person in front of him, and then said, "What does he have to do with you?"

The envoy stared at the person on the portrait, suddenly startled, and quickly bowed his head and said, "I don't know what you said?"

Feng Aotian's mouth tick slightly, "Really?"

The envoy pretended to be calm, raised his eyes, looked at Feng Aotian, then closed his eyes, vomited blood, and died.

Feng Aotian's eyes sank, looking at the person in front of him, Qiu Ju stepped forward and probed her breath, "Master, bite your tongue and commit suicide."

Ye Meixi took the picture scroll in Feng Aotian's hand, looked at the person in the painting, a little familiar, then looked at Feng Aotian, "Master, this person is handsome."

Feng Aotian restrained his emotions, waved his hand, "lift it down."

"Yes." Qiu Ju took the order and carried him down.

She took Ye Meixi into her arms, bowed her head, stared at him, and threw the portrait in his hand aside, "Not as good as you."

Ye Meixi smiled and leaned in her arms, "Master, this person must have a connection with this envoy."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian's eyes flashed faintly, and he stopped talking.

Meteor looked at Qiu Ju and walked in with the meal. In an instant, his dim eyes glowed brightly.

Feng Aotian smiled a little when he saw him like this, and then looked at Ye Meixi, "Ma Minger, the man who returned from the south, has arrived. Since he is not obedient, this special envoy in the capital has What is it for?"

"What do you mean by Lord?" Ye Meixi held up the chopsticks and arranged dishes for her.

"Now that we have been stunned, they will definitely try to escape, or when they come, they have already planted people here. If that is the case, then kill them, leave one alone, and take their corpses to the north. At the border, let Nan return home to take a good look." Feng Aotian said solemnly.

Ye Meixi hurriedly responded, thinking, so, it was a shock, and it also let Nan return to the country to know that Wu Yueguo is not good to bully.

Meteor took the chopsticks and gobbled it up. When he was full, he put down the bowl and chopsticks, felt his stomach contentedly, and hiccuped comfortably.

Feng Aotian looked sideways and stared at him, "Little devil, I have something for you to do."

Meteor squinted his eyes with enjoyment. Now, when he heard Feng Aotian's instructions, he quickly opened his eyes and stared at Feng Aotian, with a bright light.

"I heard that the emperor of Nanhui most likes women with beautiful long hair. Therefore, all the concubines in his palace have beautiful hair. If so, he woke up overnight and looked at his palace. The concubines in the middle are all bald heads. This scene must be very spectacular." Feng Aotian narrowed his eyes and smiled deeply.

"Puff..." Ye Meixi was drinking tea, listening to Feng Aotian's words, couldn't help but squirt out, raised her eyes, and looked at her, "Master, when do you like pranks too?" /

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and said casually, "Master is a little boring."

Ye Meixi's mouth twitched, leaning against Feng Aotian's arms, she was not bored, but angry, "Master, that Tsing Yi has something to do with Nan Hui Guo?"

Feng Aotian's eyes were cold, and then said, "What? Do you want to be bald?"

Ye Meixi was startled, hugged Feng Aotian tightly, shook his head and said, "Don't Meixi."

"If you make your master unhappy, your master will not only shave your head, but also bring you..." Feng Aotian lowered his eyes, looked down, and said in a low voice.

Ye Meixi had a hurried meal, then moved her robe, covered her legs, nestled in Feng Aotian's arms, "Meixi never annoys him."

Meteor heard Feng Aotian's mission, and suddenly came down, got off the chair and knelt at Feng Aotian's feet, hugging her thigh, "Holy Lord, don't you want Meteor's life?" "

Feng Aotian looked down, "Aren't you very capable?"

Meteor hurriedly squeezed out a few tears, "Holy Lord, this palace is heavily guarded, even if Meteor’s small body bones enter, it is impossible to shave their hair overnight."

Feng Aotian snorted coldly, "Master knows, you have this ability."

Meteor complained a little bit, I knew it, I shouldn't make her angry just now. Isn't this self-inflicted? Thinking of the concubines Nan returned to China, what he had to do was calm, not to mention that he could do it, but it was done, and he was only half tired.

Feng Aotian looked at his dying look, "The people who return to China tomorrow will arrive at the border gate. Depending on your ability, the Lord will hear the news tomorrow morning."

Meteor sobbed a few times. Seeing that it was useless, I had no choice but to bite the bullet, get up, and replied dejectedly, "Holy Lord, Meteor must be done."

While speaking, he drooped his head and walked out. From a distance, the little figure looked abnormally declining.

Ye Meixi raised her eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, thinking that this little devil really has the ability to shave the hair of the concubine in the palace overnight?

"Lord, I heard that Nan returned to the country but loves beauty. Although his harem does not have three thousand beauties, there are five or six hundred. This night..." Ye Meixi couldn't imagine.

Feng Aotian raised his hand and ran his fingertips across his chest, "Or, you can go?"

Ye Meixi felt trembling all over, let him go? Isn't that a dead end? He raised his eyes, looked at Feng Aotian, pursing his delicate lips, "Master, Meixi is joking."

Feng Aotian responded slightly, then raised his hand, dragged him into his arms, lowered his head, kissed his delicate lips, biting.

Ye Meixi lowered his eyes and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth. He was thinking, if so, how good would it be to be able to do this with her day after day.

Wuyue Kingdom, after the last prince's rebellion, followed by the southern riots, not long before, the peaceful Shengdu once again ushered in a **** wind.

Two hours later, all the envoys who had returned from the south in Shengdu's corridor were killed, and their corpses swaggered across the city and circled in Shengdu, and the people knew immediately. Nanhui has already sent a large army to come, and the inevitable war between the two countries is about to happen. However, the people were beheaded by the emperor’s order to kill the Nanhui special envoy without any panic, because they believed that they The new emperor will surely defeat Nan Hui Guo.

At this time, Feng Aotian embraced Ye Meixi, sitting on the open-air blue platform of Furong Pavilion, listening to the noise coming from his ears, thinking about the time alone.

Wei Zimo, who went to Yuluo, was lying in a special luxury carriage at the moment, looking at the letter paper in his hand, his cold eyes flashed with sadness. He didn't know why the imperial brother would respond to Feng Aotian. Request, and let him go and kiss? Could it be that the emperor brother intends to give up his **** and return him to freedom? However, this idea can only be said that he is whimsical, and according to the emperor's temperament, even if he is frustrated and ashes, it is impossible to let him go, then, what is the purpose of the emperor's move? Thinking of Feng Aotian, there was a trace of complexity in his heart, and a trace of entanglement. For some reason, there was still a little bit of anticipation. He raised his hand, held his forehead, and rubbed his eyebrows, as if he wanted to dispel the boredom Go, Wei Zimo, Wei Zimo, you have the wealth of the entire continent, so what can you do? Your destiny has never been in your own hands. There is a mocking smile from the corner of his mouth, and he leaned weakly in the carriage, letting the dull sound of the shaft sound in his ears...

Xing Wuyun, who took the brigade to Fengqi State, was sitting comfortably in the carriage and drinking wine. Suddenly heard the sound of horses hoofs from far and near outside, he heard a general reply outside the carriage," Your Highness, there is a woman who asks to see you!"