This Lord is Too Cruel: 171 If you live, you will be happy.

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The master is too cruel, 171 if you are alive, the master will be happy (two more)

Time passed slowly, Feng Aotian always sat beside him and stayed with him. It was not until two hours had passed before Mr. Jiu completely collected the needle and took it from Chiba. The blood was transferred into Leng Peihan's body with a silver needle. Shu Chi Wuyan

Leng Qianye's face was pale, he held on, not daring to close his eyes, but looked sideways, looking at Leng Peihan lying on the other side, with expectations in his eyes.

Feng Aotian put a jade dew pill into his mouth in his arms, he raised his eyes, smiled at Feng Aotian, and swallowed the pill.

Xing Wuyun likes to look at her like this, her gentleness, her delicateness, her meticulousness, these are only for the people she wants to give, even if the world knows how cruel she is, and he only remembers her tender.

Duke Jiu put away the silver needle, the room was filled with a strong smell of blood, Feng Aotian stepped forward and looked at Leng Peihan, "Can you live?"

"Let down, she will be able to wake up in two days." Duke Jiu said, his ears moved, a cold light came out of his eyes, he turned and rushed out of the room.

Feng Aotian naturally knew that someone was eavesdropping outside, and she then stood beside Leng Peihan, "Let her stay at the place of Duke Jiu these days."

"The emperor, it seems that the person has not left yet." Xing Wuyun stepped forward, stood beside Feng Aotian, and spoke in a low voice.

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, then turned around, and saw that Leng Qianye couldn't bear it and had fallen asleep.

Duke Jiu's figure fell and stood beside Feng Aotian, "Master, that man has been severely injured by the old slave. This was taken from her."

Feng Aotian looked at the token in Duke Jiu's hand, and threw it to Xing Wuyun beside him, "The romantic debt you provoke, solve it yourself."

Xing Wuyun looked at the token in his hand and threw it aside in disgust, "The emperor, the minister is wronged."

"Injustice?" Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "The neon clothes door has nothing to do with you?"

Xing Wuyun stepped forward and looked at him, "The minister has announced to the world that he will dissolve her marriage contract. In the future, it will definitely be okay."

Feng Aotian gave a cold snort and ignored him. Instead, he stepped forward and lifted Leng Qianye from the soft bed. "Duke Jiu, Leng Peihan will take care of you in these few days."

"Master, don't worry." Duke Jiu answered respectfully.

Feng Aotian hugged Leng Qianye and left the courtyard, and flew towards the Emperor's Bedroom.

Xing Wuyun turned his eyes and looked at Duke Jiu, "Master, what do you say to the disciple?"

"Cold." Jiu-gong said lightly, turning around and cleaning up.

Xing Wuyun twitched his mouth and whispered, "Master, you are so humorous."

After talking, turn around and leave, the neon dress door, can't you stop?

He returned to the Emperor's Bedroom, and saw that Feng Aotian had placed Leng Qianye on the dragon couch. Now, the dragon couch is very lively, and the unconscious Feng Yinqi lying in the innermost. On his side, there was the sleeping Lan Jingshu, and on this side, the sleeping Leng Qianye.

He leaned against the side of the inner hall, watching Feng Aotian wipe the sweat on his forehead for Leng Qianye, is he going back to the Yun Palace tonight? However, he really recognizes the bed.

The cat father stood beside Xing Wuyun, and then said, "You have committed sins, don't live, don't forget, you just said that the master loves the old and dislikes the new. Now, it is not verified." /

Xing Wuyun looked sideways, looking at the gloating eyes of Mr. Cat, and snorted coldly, "Isn’t Mr. Cat older than the old man Leng Qianye? Why don’t I see Mr. Cat lying there?"

"Sajia wants to lie down, that's a matter of a moment." The cat father snorted, then turned around and left the emperor's bedroom.

Xing Wuyun looked sideways and looked at the magnificent figure left by Mr. Cat. He also wanted to lie down. However, thinking of the neon clothes door, he gritted his teeth and could only lean against the door, looking at Feng Aotian, hoping She was so compassionate that she let herself lie down.

Feng Aotian looked at Leng Qianye, lowered his head, and gently dropped a kiss on the corner of his lips, then got up to leave, but her hand was held tightly by Leng Qianye, she smiled , "Hey, I will be back later."

Leng Qianye let go, Feng Aotian got up, and saw Xing Wuyun’s pitiful eyes cast at her. She stepped forward and looked at him, "Meteor pretends to be pitiful, you Also learned?"

Xing Wuyun hurriedly raised his hand and took Feng Aotian into his arms, "The emperor, you can't convict your minister to death for unnecessary charges."

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "No need? Is your engagement with her fake?"

Xing Wuyun's mouth twitched, "Didn’t the minister have been relieved, do you want the minister to go in person and tell her in person?"

"Do you dare?" Feng Aotian raised his voice.

Xing Wuyun hurriedly smiled, "The minister really has nothing to do with her. I haven't seen it so far. What's more, if the emperor hadn't mentioned it, the minister would have forgotten the matter."

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "However, they just don't entangle you clearly."

"This...the minister can't do anything about it." Xing Wuyun laughed and looked at Feng Aotian, "Master, you know that the charm of the minister is so great that it is inevitable to provoke some flowers and plants intentionally or unintentionally, but , Chen has been very restrained, and now he stays in the palace and has never gone out."

"If you don't go out, you can still provoke it. It seems that you really want to lock you up." Feng Aotian snorted coldly.

Xing Wuyun listened to her and quickly agreed, "The emperor will lock up the minister."

Feng Aotian raised his hand and hooked the tip of his nose, "Don't think you dare not."

Xing Wuyun knew that she was not angry with him, so he lowered his head and kissed her lips. He was not a scrupulous person. At least, for her, she was selfish, she was his. Jie, he had to break his wings and was willing to be kept in this palace by her.

Feng Aotian sighed helplessly and looked at him, "You are getting bolder now."

Xing Wuyun took her hand and looked at the two lying in the inner hall, "It seems that the minister is going to stay alone tonight."

Feng Aotian laughed quietly, "Well, you can lie down if you want."

Xing Wuyun responded with a smile. He waited until it was her words, and then leaned in her arms, "The minister should go back to his own bedroom."

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Don't you recognize the bed?"

"Always get used to it." Xing Wuyun smiled. He also has his persistence. Now, he changes for her.

"Then Lord will send you back." Feng Aotian thought that he is really busy now.

Xing Wuyun shook his head, "The minister will go home by himself."

Feng Aotian nodded, "Well, if I recognize the bed, I will come back."

Xing Wuyun is reluctant to peck at the corner of her lips. He has become accustomed to her being by his side. However, there are some things that he has to face even if he no longer wants to face it.

Xing Wuyun turned around, left the emperor’s bedroom, and went back to Xingyun Palace. He looked at the cinnabar osmanthus in the courtyard. He then sat on the stone bench with his hands on his chin, raised his eyes, and admired alone. Tonight, Destined to be a sleepless night.

Mao Gonggong came in with the soup medicine, "Master, it's time to drink the medicine."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, raised his hand, drank the decoction, and then said, "Go out for a while."

"Yes." Mr. Cat responded, then stepped into the imperial palace, and glanced at the two people in the inner hall. Even though they were both by her side, she still missed one person in her heart.

Feng Aotian fell on the Wind Clan. When she came to the hot spring pool, she did not see Mu Hanjin. Her eyes sank, but she saw that the entire Wind Clan was not there.

She was shocked, and hurriedly flew to the hall. When she saw the bright lights in the hall, she walked in a few steps and saw Feng Qing and Feng Yun standing in front of the golden scroll watching.

Feng Qing turned around, and when he saw Feng Aotian, he hurriedly bowed and said, "Subordinates, see Wang Zun!"

Feng Aotian raised her eyes and looked at the sleepy little white snake inside the golden scroll. She stepped forward, lit the incense, and looked at Fengqing, "Why are you waiting here?"

"In the afternoon, the clan leader woke up, and his subordinates would be able to move freely." Feng Qing looked at Feng Aotian and replied truthfully.

"Why would he wake up?" Feng Aotian obviously felt a little weird.

"This subordinate doesn't know, but the master is still very weak." Feng Qingchui replied.

"Where is he?" Feng Aotian asked immediately.

"Resting in the house."

Feng Aotian turned around, stepped into the house, and saw Mu Hanjin lying on the bed. She hurriedly stood by the bed, watching him pale, she raised her hand and explored her breath. There was a flash of surprise.

"Han Jin?" Feng Aotian whispered.

Mu Hanjin heard Feng Aotian's voice and slowly opened her eyes. When she saw her, a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. Her voice became muffled because of not talking for a long time, "The emperor... "

Feng Aotian sat on the side of the bed, stroking his already haggard face, she bowed her head distressedly, and dropped a shallow kiss on his forehead, "Why did you wake up?"

"Master has been here." Mu Hanjin whispered.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Can you survive the second death?"

"Yeah." Mu Hanjin nodded, "Master has set up a barrier in this room. As long as he doesn't leave this room, the minister can wake up."

Feng Aotian carefully took him into his arms and hugged him tightly, "Well, take advantage of these days, you can raise them, otherwise, when the time comes, you will have no strength."

Mu Hanjin's heart trembled as she listened to her words, and it was even more heartache. This second death is afraid of the pain of his life, he would rather be alone...

Feng Aotian bowed his head, leaning on him, "Don't think about it, I won't let you do anything."

"The emperor..." Mu Hanjin's eyes were with tears, he raised his hand, and his scrawny hand stroked her face, "You are thinner."

Feng Aotian covered the back of his hand, "Are you not?"

She put him on the bed, but Mu Hanjin looked at her, "The emperor, are you leaving?"

"You lie down obediently." Feng Aotian lowered his head, kissed his lips, got up and walked out.

Feng Qing and Feng Yunhou were outside the house, when they saw Feng Aotian coming out, they hurriedly bowed and said, "Wang Zun!"

"Go and prepare some food." Feng Aotian whispered.

"Yes." Feng Qing quickly ordered someone to prepare.

"Bring some hot water for the Lord." Feng Aotian continued.

"Yes." Fengyun went to prepare himself.

Feng Aotian then turned around, entered the house, sat on the bed, and embraced him in his arms, "After this first death, the rest will not be difficult, even if life is worse than death, you I want to keep going, you know?"

Mu Hanjin nodded. This second death was his tribulation. Even if he is not as good as death, he has to survive, because he wants to stay by her side and guard her, even if he can't be her people.

Feng Aotian lightly stroked the silver hair on his chest, "If it weren't for the Lord, you would still be the elegant Mu Hanjin now, and you wouldn't end up in the field like you are now."

Mu Hanjin shook his head, "The minister is lucky to fall in love with the emperor."

Feng Aotian looked at him, curled his lips and smiled lightly, and hugged him tighter, "You are always like this, so I can't help but."

Mu Hanjin whispered, "There is no other way but the emperor is alone."

Fengqing carried the porridge, and Fengyun walked into the house with hot water. After putting it down, he retreated.

Feng Aotian picked up the porridge, blew it lightly, and handed it to him, "I'll eat it all."

"Yeah." Mu Hanjin nodded and opened his mouth. Because he hadn't eaten for a long time, he had difficulty swallowing the first mouthful. He felt his stomach turned overwhelmed when he was about to take the second mouthful. The blood accumulated in the chest was also vomited out.

Feng Aotian's eyes sank, "No, you can't stop eating. If you don't eat anymore, you will starve to death before the second death."

Mu Hanjin looked at her and endured her discomfort, "The minister can eat."

Feng Aotian raised his hand, bit his finger, dripped blood into the porridge, and then put it in his mouth, sharing food with him, "Even if it hurts, I will stay with you. "

Mu Hanjin nodded slightly. At this moment, he felt that he really had her heart and all of her.

The clear porridge mixed with blood exudes a weird taste. She feeds him bite by bite, just to make him feel that she cares.

Drinking the porridge, Mu Hanjin endured the uncomfortable, and gradually adapted to the feeling of warming his stomach. After he was finished, a trace of sweat leaked from him.

Feng Aotian took out the silk handkerchief and wiped it lightly for him, then put him on the bed, and took off the brocade robe he had replaced on him, and he saw that the redness and swelling on his body were still there.

She frowned, then dampened a cotton pad, and carefully washed him. Mu Hanjin kept looking at her, her face was faintly quiet, just like the first time he lay beside her. It's like sleeping in peace.

He lowered his head and looked at the purulent wound on his body. He raised his hand and wanted to stop her. Such an ugly self, he couldn't imagine. After the second death, could he still enjoy her care with peace of mind? in every possible way.

Feng Aotian looked sideways and smiled, "Does it hurt?"

Mu Hanjin shook his head. Even though his heartache is hard now, he still smiles faintly, "It doesn't hurt."

Feng Aotian re-applied the medicine for him, and then closed the brocade robe, took him into his arms, and stroked his back, "I know what you are thinking in your heart, promise me, in the future No matter what happens, you are not allowed to leave the Lord, you know?"

Mu Hanjin nodded, raised her eyes, and looked at her, "The emperor, have a lot of things happened these days when the minister is away?"

"What do you want to hear?" Feng Aotian's mouth raised a wicked smile and looked at him.

Mu Hanjin was slightly startled, what does he want to know? As long as there is everything about her, he wants to know.

"I want to know." Mu Hanjin replied in a low voice.

Feng Aotian sealed his lips, biting gently, and she looked at him, "You don't want to think about anything now, you have a master, you can just hold on to it."

Mu Hanjin's face finally recovered a trace of blood, stained with a touch of spring clouds, he quietly leaned in her arms, "The emperor, I want to stay by your side every moment."

Feng Aotian sighed quietly, "How much do you want to be with you at all times."

Mu Hanjin smiled slightly, "The emperor, the minister feels very happy now."

Feng Aotian lowered his eyes and stared at him. What is happiness? Once, she never felt happiness. She lived in wolves since she was a child, and the wolves raised her. Later, she was taken away by that person, and he trained her to be a cold-blooded person without any Feelings, the only purpose of living is to stand behind him, look at him, guard him, in her world besides him or him, in her eyes besides him, there is him.

She is lonely inside. She has no friends to talk to. When she wants to cry, she doesn’t know who to cry. When she wants to laugh, she doesn’t know who can share. She is just a soulless The body, without any emotional shadows, she never thought that she could leave him on her own and be able to live again. Here, she blended into this body's original thoughts, she blended into this complex world, she had calculations, With planning and ambition, she doesn't want to be the shadow of anyone, so what about her heart?

Mu Hanjin smiled at the corners of her mouth, slowly closed her eyes, and fell asleep peacefully. Feng Aotian stroked his cheek over and over again, maybe, just looking at him quietly, feeling that he was in By her side, that is happiness, she couldn't help asking herself, was she happy before? So, are you happy now?

Feng Aotian gently placed Mu Hanjin on the bed, covered him with a quilt, bowed his head, and dropped a light kiss on his forehead, "If you are alive, you will be happy."

She spoke softly in his ear, turned around, and left the Wind Clan.

Mu Hanjin's mouth has a deep smile, and her words pass into his ears, like a powerful whirlpool, sweeping him through it, which is called a whirlpool of happiness.

When Feng Aotian returned to the Imperial Palace, Leng Qianye and Lan Jingshu had already awakened. Seeing the chill on her body, they knew that she had gone far away.

"Why do I wake up?" Feng Aotian stepped forward and watched the two of them have gotten off the dragon couch and sat on the soft couch.

Leng Qianye looked at her, "The emperor, are you tired?"

Feng Aotian looked at him, "It's okay."

Leng Qianye had many things he wanted to say to her, but when he saw her, he didn't know where to start. Maybe, a thousand words would not be worth her smile.

Lan Jingshu knew that Leng Qianye should be by her side at this time, and he slowly got up, "The emperor, the minister first retire."

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Where to go? Don't you go and lie down on the couch obediently."

Lan Jingshu raised his eyes and looked at her, "The minister is okay. Since the emperor is back, the minister will return to the bedroom to rest."

Feng Aotian stepped forward, dragged him from the soft couch into his arms, helped him step into the inner hall, and placed him on the dragon couch, "You are not allowed to go anywhere without the permission of your master, and rest well. And."

Lan Jingshu greeted her with cold stern eyes, and slowly looked down, "Yes, the emperor."

Feng Aotian covered him with a quilt, and his tone eased, "Just rest, your current body cannot stand the toss."

"Yes." Lan Jingshu responded warmly.

Feng Aotian watched him fall asleep before he got up and walked out of the inner hall, watching Leng Qianye reclining on the soft couch, raising his eyes, looking at her.

Feng Aotian stepped forward, sitting beside him, leaning in his arms, "What are you thinking about?"

"The emperor, there are very few days for a minister to be with the emperor." Leng Qianye was a little envious of Lan Jingshu, Shi Cai, when they both woke up, they saw that they were lying on the same dragon bed. People just looked at each other and laughed, and then talked a lot, and they couldn't do without her.

Leng Qianye did not expect that one day, their old friends, they are now talking about a person, and this person turned out to be the person they were fond of, but the time he was with her after all not much.

Feng Aotian listened to the exclamation in his words, "Want to come back?"

"No." Leng Qianye shook his head, "The emperor needs ministers."

Feng Aotian smiled, "You can speak better now."

Leng Qianye smiled and embraced her, "The minister always speaks, but it depends on who it is."

"It seems that my master has missed his eyes." Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and stared at Leng Qianye, still remembering that when he first saw him, he was indifferent and showed no words to her. He didn't even want to say anything. She said that later, she knew that he was stubborn, even if she forced him so hard, he was still indifferent to her, and she didn't know when this relationship changed, so that when it developed to the end, he became Who killed her?

Feng Aotian feels that the luckiest thing about rebirth is to have them, because with them, her dark world has such a glorious brilliance, so that she will not feel lonely or feel I am walking alone.

Leng Qianye lowered her head and looked at her silently, "The emperor, what are you thinking?"

"Think about when you were interested in your lord." Feng Aotian curled his lips and smiled lightly, with a frivolous tone, "Is it the first time the lord bit you?"

Leng Qianye’s beautiful and dusty face opened up with a smile like a lotus, "The minister is exhausted."

Feng Aotian chuckled, "Are you shy?"

Leng Qianye lowered his head, kissed her with a smile on her lips, and drank lightly. Now that some things happened, why bother to investigate who started first, because he already had her in his heart. Even so, he still wanted to keep this mystery, and wanted to let her know that he was different. After all, there were no shortage of good people around her, he was afraid that he would be forgotten by her.

Feng Aotian leaned in his arms, feeling the faint breath radiating from him, she raised her eyes and looked at him, "Aren't you tired?"

Leng Qianye nodded slightly, then leaned on the soft couch and closed his eyes. He just wanted to be alone with her, he didn't want anyone else.

President Mao was standing outside the imperial dormitory, looking at the pictures in the dormitory, he couldn't help sighing, what kind of person is this Leng Qianye, no matter how pure-hearted he is, no matter how generous he is, he will not be His mind is exposed, he has his calculations, has his plans.

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