This Lord is Too Cruel: 173 Greet Wei Zimo

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Master is too cruel, 173 welcomes Wei Zimo

"Ahem!" Feng Aotian raised his eyes and shot a cold light with a strong warning. Shu Chi Wuyan

Meteor opened his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian a little puzzled. Could it be that the Holy Lord hasn't told him her true identity?

Mu Hanjin didn't expect Meteor to ask him this question, round house? Fearing that there will never be this day, his eyes were dim, and he was silent.

Meteor looked at Mu Hanjin's expression, raised her eyes, and looked at Feng Aotian again, she couldn't help but sighed, then raised her hand and patted Mu Hanjin's shoulder, "Wait for you to be better, be positive ."

Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and looked at the shooting star, she couldn't help smiling bitterly, "This...I'm afraid..."

Meteor interrupted Mu Hanjin quickly, "There is nothing to be shy."

Mu Hanjin didn't know how to respond, she raised her eyes, but saw Feng Aotian looking at him meaningfully, "Really shy?"

Mu Hanjin's slightly restored cheeks are dyed with a faint pink, "The minister is not worthy..."

Listening to his words, Feng Aotian naturally knew what he was thinking. He bowed his head and gently kissed the corner of his lips, "Either you take the initiative, or the master takes the initiative. When the time comes, the master will take the initiative." /

Mu Hanjin felt even more sad when she heard Feng Aotian's words, but he didn't want her to see her emotions, so she just smiled and responded, "Okay."

Feng Aotian shook his hand, "Are you tired?"

"It's okay." Mu Hanjin was reluctant to leave her, but instead shook her hand and whispered.

Meteor looked at Mu Hanjin's fluctuating emotions. Sure enough, the Holy Lord didn't tell him the true situation, but he was happy to be prejudiced.

"Holy Lord, the third prince will be there in a few hours. Didn't you say you want to meet him personally?" Meteor reminded her kindly.

Mu Hanjin was slightly startled, raised her eyes, and looked at Feng Aotian, "The emperor, the minister is a bit tired."

Feng Aotian glared fiercely at the shooting star and hugged Mu Hanjin, "No hurry."

Mu Hanjin's brows and eyes were faintly warm, and he quietly leaned in her arms. He was already satisfied to be able to lean on her like this.

Meteor pouted the corners of his mouth, got off the bed silently, and then sat on the chair on one side, rolling his eyes round and round, looking at the surrounding furnishings.

Feng Aotian looked at Mu Hanjin, "Can you have a good meal today?"

"Hmm." Mu Hanjin nodded in response.

"Can you vomit?" Feng Aotian asked again.

"It's okay." Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and looked at her, "The emperor, you can go back."

Feng Aotian hugged him and shook his head, "No, I want to stay with you more."

Mu Hanjin looked at her helplessly. When did the emperor become so childish? However, he really enjoys such tenderness.

Meteor looked at Feng Aotian's weird behavior, and couldn't help frowning. Is the Holy Lord taking the wrong medicine? Still go out without taking medicine? Is this kind of demeanor that the Holy Lord can do? How strange it looks.

After an hour, Feng Aotian looked down and saw that Mu Hanjin was lying peacefully in her arms and fell asleep. The corners of her mouth were slightly bent, her head was lowered, and the corners of his lips were gently sucked. Yeon, sucking the faint fragrance of ointment on his body, got up, covered him with a quilt, turned around, glanced at the shooting star, and walked out of the room.

Meteor saw Feng Aotian finally leaving, and quickly followed her to leave. Now he is very interested in the third prince, he wants to see the real person.

After Feng Aotian left, Mu Hanjin slowly opened her eyes, raised her hand, and stroked the place where she had just lie down. Sadness flashed in her eyes, and the word "round room" was already deep. The ground stung his heart.

After leaving the Wind Clan, Feng Aotian turned his eyes and looked at the meteor, "You are becoming more unscrupulous now."

Meteor looked up, looked at Feng Aotian, and said aggrieved, "How did Meteor know that you didn't tell him?"

Feng Aotian gave a cold snort, and then flew to the palace.

Meteor's mouth twitched. Anyway, he was right. Looking at Mu Hanjin, he felt that there is such an elegant person in this world, and it is really not easy to get into the heart of the Holy Lord.

Feng Aotian entered the bedroom, Leng Qianye was sitting on the soft couch, looking at the scroll, looking up, watching her enter, put down the scroll, got up, and walked forward.

Feng Aotian stepped forward, holding his hand, "Waiting for the Lord."

"Yeah." Leng Qianye nodded and shook her hand, "The emperor, rest early."

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "When did you become so considerate?"

Leng Qianye smiled quietly, holding her and walking into the inner hall, "Does the emperor want a bath?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded and looked at him, "Are you going to have a bath with your master?"

Leng Qianye shook his head and said, "The minister is going to call Father Cat."

Feng Aotian watched him turn and leave, and after entering the screen, after a while, he saw Father Cat walking in.

Grandpa Cat stepped forward and took off the brocade robe for her. Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at him, "How can you become so silent these few days?"

Mao-gong-gong smiled, gently kneading for Feng Aotian, and whispered, "Master, if the slave is too noisy, you should not dislike the slave."

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "Lord likes your noise."

The cat's father-in-law smiled, "The minion knows how to score. These days, the master is more tired than usual."

Feng Aotian looked sideways, raised his hand, and pulled him over. The cat father-in-law was holding the tub with one hand, but the other hand just covered her chest, feeling the moderately softness of the hand, his face It became red.

He quickly took his hand away, but was pressed by Feng Aotian. She stared at him, "Do you feel it?"

"Yeah." Father Cat lowered his head, afraid to look at him, only the mosquito responded.

"You know what you think." Feng Aotian's other hand has already covered his cheek, and the temperature of his palm makes Father Cat a little greedy.

He raised his eyes and looked at her, "Master, servant..."

Feng Aotian slowly stepped forward, leaning closer and closer to him, gently pulling, and then he fell into the bathtub, his clothes soaked and stuck to his body, outlining his graceful posture .

Feng Aotian lowered his head, occupied his lips, biting gently, with one hand against the back of his head, the other hand had already removed his clothes, caressed his tender skin, He kneaded.

The cat father-in-law closed his eyes slightly, feeling the sudden tenderness, his heart beating wildly, he couldn't help but screamed, feeling the lingering between each other.

Feng Aotian lowered his eyes and looked at Mr. Mao, "Where did all the momentum go?"

Pluto cat leaned weakly in Feng Aotian's arms, raised his eyes and stared at her, putting his hands around her waist without saying a word.

Feng Aotian stroked his back lightly, listening to his powerful heartbeat, and whispered, "You know what you think, you just need to stay with him at ease."

The cat closed his eyes slightly, "Is it okay?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "Master likes your original jealous appearance."

Mother Cat gave a low laugh, "Master, like a slave, do you really like it?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian lowered her head and kissed him. She knew that this person in front of her, since he came to her, he has dedicated everything she has to her, no matter what it was before Feng Aotian is still who she is now.

She just wanted to do her best to keep them all by her side instead of facing too much helplessness.

The cat father-in-law and Feng Aotian face each other like this, the ground is hot, and with a reaction, he quickly walked out of the tub, picked up the brocade robe on the ground, dried it with internal force, and put it on by himself , Turned sideways and looked at Feng Aotian, "Master, do you want to come out?"

Feng Aotian looked at him so shy and smiled deeply, "The water is cold, of course I will come out."

The cat's father-in-law curled his lips and smiled, then lifted Feng Aotian out of the bath tub. Feng Aotian wore a bright yellow uniform and walked out. However, she still used her breast His regular clothes are also a little bigger than before, deliberately concealing the body that is getting better and better now.

Leng Qianye still sits in the hall, looking at the scroll, when Feng Aotian walked out, he raised his eyes and looked at her, "The emperor."

Feng Aotian stepped forward and sat beside him, "Go and rest."

"Yes." Leng Qianye nodded, closed the book and put it in one place, holding her hand into the inner hall.

The cat father walked out blushing, lowered his head, stepped out of the palace, and covered his heart that was still beating wildly. He raised his eyes and looked at the moonlight in front of him, but he felt very charming.

It turned out that she knew everything, but even so, nothing could be changed, he was leaving after all.

He was a little bored, turned around, and went to the place where Mr. Jiu was.

"Old drunkard, what do you think I should do?" The cat father sat on the soft couch unceremoniously, raised his eyes, and looked at the silent drunk father and asked.

"The destiny cannot be violated." Duke Jiu raised his eyes and looked at Duke Mao, his tone faint.

The cat sighed quietly, "But why is it me?"

Duke Jiu raised his eyes and looked at him, "If you are not willing, no one can stop you."

"Yes." Mr. Cat muttered to himself, "If I don't want to, there will be other people, but I don't want to see anyone other than me."

Duke Jiu looked sideways and looked at him, "Since you know, why don't you stop worrying?"

"Just reluctant." Mr. Mao looked at Mr. Jiu and replied.

"There is more important than reluctance, isn't it?" Duke Jiu looked at Daddy Mao, "The master will understand."

"Yeah." Father Cat nodded, then leaned back on the soft couch, "Tonight, I am here with you."

Duke Jiu's tone is still light, "whatever."

The cat father-in-law looked at the bright moon in the sky through the window lattice, hoping that the master would not blame him.

Feng Aotian looked at Leng Qianye next to him, turned sideways, gently painted his eyebrows and eyes, curled his lips and smiled.

Leng Qianye raised her arm, took her into her arms, and whispered, "The emperor, it's not early, it's time to rest."

Feng Aotian gave a low laugh, leaned in his arms, and slowly closed his eyes.

Feng Aotian got up before dawn, Leng Qianye had already woke up, staring at her blankly.

She got up slightly, pecked at the corner of his lips, and then got off the dragon bed.

Leng Qianye also got up, then got off the dragon bed and stood beside her. After the two of them washed up, Mr. Cat had already walked in with the soup.

With a smile at the corner of his mouth, he raised his eyes to see Leng Qianye, already wearing a purple brocade robe, standing on one side.

Mao Mao hurriedly put down the soup medicine, waited for Feng Aotian to dress properly, and handed her the soup medicine.

Feng Aotian finished the soup and looked at Father Mao, "Where did you go yesterday?"

"Go to the old drunkard's place." Father Cat replied without shy, and then leaned in Feng Aotian's arms, "Master, it's not early."

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Well, prepare breakfast."

"Yes." The cat nodded, then turned and left.

At this time, Xing Wuyun and Lan Jingshu arrived in advance, and after Gu Yefeng and Yi Mu, the group stepped into the emperor's bedroom. These people had not slept well last night, and rushed over early in the morning.

Wei Zimo didn't expect that his arrival would arouse the curiosity of so many people. If he knew, he would definitely thank the guests behind closed doors.

Feng Aotian sat at the table, and everyone was silent in their tacit understanding. After breakfast, Feng Aotian led everyone to the city gate to greet Wei Zimo.

When Feng Aotian sat on the imperial court and arrived at the tower majesticly, he saw the guard of honor of Yuluo Kingdom from a distance. It was very magnificent. At first sight, it was a unique and unique carriage. It was Wei Zi. Mo's unique carriage.

Xing Wuyun stood beside Feng Aotian, looking at the carriage in the distance, with a deep smile, "The emperor, do you think he will see you?"

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, "I'll see you if you don't see it, if he doesn't want to, he will be frivolous in the midst of it."

Xing Wuyun's mouth twitched, "You can really say it."

"It's not the first time that it's frivolous, so why can't I say it." Feng Aotian said it for granted.

The people standing behind her looked at each other, because they had all been treated like this before.

Sitting with Wei Zimo in the carriage, seeing the capital of Fengqi Country getting closer and closer, but for some reason, his heart became extremely complicated.

He lifted the bead curtain slightly, and saw the bright yellow standing on the top of the tower with his hand holding his hand. He narrowed his eyes. At this moment, he finally knew that since returning to this place again, it is different from the past.

After all, he has to face Feng Aotian, so how should he face it? Seeing her, what should he say?

When the carriage approached the city gate, Feng Aotian had already flew down in the consternation of everyone, landed on the carriage, and entered the carriage in a flash.

Although Wei Zimo sensed a chill, he didn't expect Feng Aotian to break in so blatantly. He quickly moved back a few times, keeping a distance from her.

After half a year, when he saw her again, he had no longer the indifferent state of mind he had originally, but he was not happy, but a little more indifferent than the ordinary stranger.

He looked at her, "Emperor Feng Qi is too eager."

Feng Aotian smiled evilly, watching him intentionally keep a distance from her, and then she moved forward and approached him.

Wei Zimo pushed back again, and said in a deep voice, "If Emperor Fengqi gets closer, don't blame the prince for being polite."

Feng Aotian didn’t care, but continued to move forward. Wei Zi Moyun waved his sleeve and slammed the wind towards her. Feng Aotian cleverly avoided, but moved him against the wall of the car. Above, it looks like a dude who molested the Liang family's women.

Wei Zimo frowned slightly and looked at her. He was so unnatural to the approach of others, so that his glamorous eyes became more gloomy now, especially the cinnabar between the eyebrows. The eye-catching.

Feng Aotian looked at the face close at hand. Although she was wearing a veil, she was beautiful and moving. She raised a more meaningful smile. Before Wei Zimo could react, she was printed across the veil. Putting on his lips, he left in a flash, "After a few days, you will be the Lord's person, why not?"

Wei Zimo's brain is blank. He regrets the marriage now. He feels that he has the feeling of cultivating sheep into a tiger's mouth. However, he is even more angry now that she dared to be frivolous again. .

His eyes sank, then he lifted his palms and waved at her, Feng Aotian pushed away, Wei Zimo chased after her, and then hit her again, Feng Aotian lightly avoided again. Wei Zimo was not relieved. Seeing her with a triumphant smile, did she really think that Wei Zimo was a random person? Is it someone who knead?

The more he thought about it, the more angry he got, and the hidden violent temper rushed to his mind. Last time she was frivolous and threatened him. The thing that threatened him has not yet been settled. Today, he came here with all his hardship and just met, she He was so rude to him again, his glamorous eyes flashed with anger, his palms became more fierce, and the whole carriage rustled.

Xing Wuyun watched the movement in the carriage. Now, the people in the entire capital are standing by and watching, and the officials are waiting for it. Feng Aotian completely ignores such a scene, just like Feng Qiguo. In the face of the officials and the people, in front of the Yuluo Kingdom, openly entered the carriage of the three princes?

Xing Wuyun looked optimistic and chuckled, "Look, there is a fight."

Leng Qianye watched unsatisfactorily, thinking that the temper of the three princes was not small, but he was taken lightly by a person who met for the first time, and he was still a man, even if he was calm and composed. People who will lose their temper.

Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng glanced at each other, thinking it should end like this.

When everyone was astonished, they only heard the sound of "touching", and the grand and luxurious carriage was shaken to pieces, and then I saw a bright red figure flying out, wearing a red veil, and a light posture His long hair is like a waterfall. When he falls lightly on the flag held high by the soldiers of the Yuluo Kingdom, he will be so peerless and independent, especially the cold and moving eyes, and the cinnabar between the eyebrows. Bright and enchanting, she is really a stunning beauty, and she doesn't want to move away with just a glance.

Everyone took a breath of air. These three princes are really as beautiful as the rumored thing. Thinking about it this way, the people of Fengqi country feel even more proud. Such a beauty, the magnificent Yuluo country Prince, now, but the concubine of their noble emperor, how can they not be excited?

Leng Qianye stared at Wei Zimo, and felt that this person was a little more glamorous and noble than him, and he couldn't match his legacy and independence.

Xing Wuyun smiled openly, turned his eyes, and saw everyone secretly ashamed, the corner of his mouth twitched, "You and I have their own merits, so why compare with others?"

Lan Jingshu looked at Xing Wuyun, "Brother Wuyun is right, why should I be ignorant of myself when I wait?"

Leng Qianye condensed his mind, and saw the bright red figure waving his cloud sleeves lightly, raising his hand, and attacking Feng Aotian on the opposite side, a bit more angry between the eyebrows.

Feng Aotian whirled to meet his palm wind, brushed his shoulders, then raised his hand, and took him into his arms, in front of everyone, once again stamped his lips.

Wei Zimo quickly raised his palm and hit her chest. That palm used his ten percent of his skill, but Feng Aotian raised his hand and held his hand tightly on the palm, raised his eyes and looked at him. "The air here is not good."

Only then did Wei Zimo react. Now, his eyes are coldly staring at Feng Aotian, "What do you want?"

"Are you going to go back to the palace with your master? Or go to the house?" Feng Aotian looked at him, "Did you go to Xing Wuyun's palace, and still stay with the master?"

Wei Zimo was embraced by Feng Aotian. At this moment, the two of them were suspended in the air. For the first time, he was leaning in the arms of one person. It was obviously a bit unnatural and more repulsive, but why , Is there a bit more tremor in my heart?

"Xing Wuyun's bedroom." Wei Zimo thought that at this time, he was regarded as being in front of the people of the city by Feng Aotian, as well as the guards of the Yuluo Kingdom. He belittled him. He didn't know why she was doing this. Blatantly, aren't you afraid to lose your face?

Feng Aotian raised his hand, and his generous dragon robe covered his face in his arms, "The smell of my master is better than the air."

Wei Zimo was almost vomiting blood by her words, and was about to refute, feeling that they hadn't landed, but flew away from the venting tower.

His nose is filled with the unique fragrance of her body, which is very elegant, indeed better than the dull air. He looked at her, "This prince does not like to touch others."

"Master is your future husband-in-law." Feng Aotian looked down and looked at him, "Can you count as someone else?"

Wei Zimo snorted coldly, "Don't think the prince can't beat you."

"Then you mean, are you now willing to give your arms?" Feng Aotian looked down and looked at her with a deep smile.

Wei Zimo suddenly opened his mouth under the veil, and bit down Feng Aotian's arm severely, to express his dissatisfaction and anger towards her at the moment.

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, but didn't feel pain, but if he dared to bite her, he would suffer the consequences of biting her.

When Wei Zimo smelled the **** smell, he let go of his anger and looked at her, "Let go of this prince."

Feng Aotian's arms around his waist became more forceful, as if to crush his waist, Wei Zimo looked at her, "Did you not hear what this prince said?"

Feng Aotian stopped suddenly and hung in the air. While Wei Zimo was still in a daze, Feng Aotian suddenly let go, and Wei Zimo's body fell down.

He suddenly smelled a foul smell, and his body was hanging down. He lowered his head and saw that there was... a dung pool... His stomach was suddenly uncomfortable, but he Discovered again and again, that you have lost your internal strength?

He opened his eyes wide, raised his eyes, and looked at Feng Aotian, "You..."

Feng Aotian looked at him, "You asked him to let go."

Wei Zimo saw that he was about to fall into the feces below. He endured the discomfort of vomiting and looked at her, "Don't..."

"Nothing?" Feng Aotian looked at him and asked in a deep voice.

"Don't leave me." Wei Zimo looked at her, and when he said this, he froze for a moment, how could he say such a thing?

Feng Aotian also did not expect Wei Zimo to say such a thing, she just wanted him to know the consequences of daring to bite her, never thought that he would actually...

If you want to look at him, you have to fall into the cesspool. Wei Zimo can't imagine. If he really falls in, he will have the courage to live.

Feng Aotian sucked his palm, then flew down, grabbed him into his arms, and flew away.

Wei Zimo leaned in her arms, only then recovered, "You are mean."

Feng Aotian lowered his eyes and looked at him, "Believe it or not, Lord will throw you in again?"

Wei Zimo leaned weakly in her arms, "What did you do to this prince?"

"It was just a shot." Feng Aotian looked at him, "He recovered after two hours."

Wei Zimo can no longer push her away now. The sentence that he said in his mind is always lingering in his mind. He is lost in thought. What's wrong with him?

Feng Aotian embraced him, went straight to Xing Wuyun's bedroom, and then walked into the inner hall, put him on the bed, looked at him, and could not help but raised his hand and pulled his clothes.

Wei Zimo was shocked and stared at her angrily, "What are you doing?"

"You hear about it yourself." Feng Aotian pulled his clothes forward and placed them between his nose.

Wei Zimo smelled a foul smell, he couldn't help but want to vomit it out, Feng Aotian looked at him, "Take it off or not?"

"This prince will come by himself." Wei Zimo replied without thinking.

"Are you sure you can do it yourself now?" Feng Aotian looked at him and asked.

Wei Zimo stared at her, "Are you calculating?"

"That's not the case, how could you be obedient." Feng Aotian raised her eyebrows. She had learned his temper. When she said, regardless of his objection, she untied his clothes, took them off, and held them. He entered the screen.

Wei Zimo saw that the water in the tub was warm, and then realized that she had calculated him thoroughly, "You...have already calculated it in the morning?"

Feng Aotian looked at him, "You are the Lord's person, if he doesn't count who you count?"

Wei Zimo snorted coldly, "Who is yours?"

Feng Aotian raised her eyebrows slightly, and ran his fingers across his skin, "I've touched them, and I'm not the one of the Lord."

"You..." Wei Zimo felt the tingling sensation of her fingertips, her body stiffened, raised her eyes, staring at her fiercely, as if she was about to peel her skin and bones.

"What's wrong with my lord?" Feng Aotian took his water, and the drops of water slid across his shoulders, crystal clear, Feng Aotian looked at him, "My lord is going to tell you that since you have cast yourself into the net, you must do well Preparations for becoming a master."

Wei Zimo took a deep breath, "This prince has never intended to be yours, this prince is here, just asking for what he needs."

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Master is very greedy, not only wants your people, but also your heart, and also your wealth."

Wei Zimo sneered, "You are too self-confident, this prince has never been caring."

Feng Aotian's fingertips glided across his waist and abdomen, "Really?"

Wei Zimo raised his eyes, stared at her, and returned to his former indifference, "That's natural."

Feng Aotian then put his palm on his chest, "How do you fill this place?"

Wei Zimo's figure trembled, he was puzzled, what exactly did she want to do? Is it not clear to yourself? He can give her wealth, but his heart has never been.

"Whatever." Wei Zimo turned his head, not going to see her.

Feng Aotian fished him out of the tub, and hugged him, who was naked. She held her head high and looked ahead. The smile at the corner of her mouth reflected her full confidence.

Wei Zimo is now completely weak and can only let her, but he is not reconciled in his heart, he will remember it, and ask for it at the time.

Feng Aotian put him on the bed, flicked his fingers, and the soul entered the tray with both hands, always lowering his head, placing the tray on one side, and then withdrew.

Feng Aotian took out the bright red shirt from the tray. The fabric and style are exactly the same as those worn by Wei Zimo. It seems to be tailor-made for him and the size is appropriate.

Feng Aotian personally dressed him, and afterwards, Jiang Jin was covered for him, "Repose well, if you have any needs, just tell the Lord, you don’t need to worry about the wedding. As for the palace, whichever you like Tell me."

Wei Zimo couldn't help being shocked when she heard her ordinary words. No one had ever treated him like this, no one had personally put clothes on him, and no one wanted to break into him so domineeringly. in life.

Feng Aotian then got up, walked out, and saw a goose yellow standing outside the inner hall, looking at her with interest.

"The emperor is leaving now?" Xing Wuyun stepped forward, holding her hand, and asked with a smile.

"Don't bother you two retelling the old." Feng Aotian hooked Xing Wuyun's neck and pressed a light kiss on the corner of his lips, "You haven't seen enough of this good show yet?"

Xing Wuyun encircled Feng Aotian's waist, embraced her in his arms, hugged her, and shook her gently, "The minister really didn't see enough."

"What's going on above the tower?" Feng Aotian looked at him and asked himself.

Xing Wuyun Shicai smiled triumphantly. At this moment, he quickly reduced his smile, "The minister does not know."

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, "The master of the neon clothes door does it himself, don't you know?"

Xing Wuyun knew that she would definitely bring up old things again. It seems that this matter will be talked about by her in this life, thinking about it, and he sighed helplessly, "The emperor, this is your bureau, and the minister Why?"

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, "If it weren't for you, how could the Lord lead the snake out of the cave so easily?"

Xing Wuyun leaned on her, "The emperor, but the minister was used by you, and the minister was not angry. Instead, you talked about the minister."

"Really?" Feng Aotian curled his lips and smiled, "Master, go see Zhan Guo."

"Yes." Xing Wuyun replied, and then let her go, and Feng Aotian stepped out of the palace.

Xing Wuyun turned his eyes, walked into the inner hall, then looked at the screen, and then looked towards Wei Zimo, who is now lying on the bed, unable to move, and tweeted a few times, "The battle is really fierce."

Wei Zimo snorted coldly, "I don't know, you and her have long been secretive."

"You are wrong." Xing Wuyun sat at the table, poured a glass of water, and drank slowly, "That is called secretly sending Qiubo."

Wei Zimo's eyes flashed, "Out of the capital today, is she set up the bureau?"

"Hmm." Xing Wuyun nodded, looked sideways, and looked at Wei Zimo, "However, I did not expect that she would kiss you in public, and you did not resist."

Wei Zimo felt angry when he thought about this, "She cheated on me and I can't move, how can I resist?"

Xing Wuyun raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Don't you have half a wish?"

"What do you mean?" Wei Zimo looked at Xing Wuyun, wondering if he died once and he became stupid?

Xing Wuyun smiled and said, "Aren't you here just to get rid of him?"

Wei Zimo whispered, "But, I didn't expect that Feng Aotian was better than him. He was only trying to control the power in my hands and this person, but Feng Aotian said , Even take my heart away."

Xing Wuyun paused slightly and looked at him, "She really said that?"

"Yeah." Wei Zimo couldn't help feeling ridiculous. Since he was sensible, he had been careless, so why did he lose heart?

Xing Wuyun's eyes flashed with sadness, "What she wants to do, she will never miss it, otherwise, how could I be here?"

"Are you trapped by her?" Wei Zimo looked sideways and looked at Xing Wuyun, "You have changed."

Xing Wuyun chuckled, "I am willing to be trapped by her. By her side, I feel more secure than ever before, even though such happiness is short-lived."

Wei Zimo looked at him, "She is domineering, insidious and cunning, and likes to mess around with flowers and weeds everywhere. Isn't there few people around her, what's so good about her?"

"You can feel it yourself." Xing Wuyun looked at Wei Zimo, "Don't you come here for your own relief?"

"Yes." Wei Zimo looked at him, "Suddenly I feel that the world is so big, and only here is my shelter."

Actually, they never expected that one day they would be left here, and then they would take root and sprout until they got old, died, and never left.

Xing Wuyun said quietly, "In these years, who dares to touch you, but she dares, you are now an exception by her."

Listening to Xing Wuyun's words, Wei Zimo coldly snorted, "She is taking advantage of the danger."

"Suitable, did she bathe you personally?" Xing Wuyun then asked.

Wei Zimo rolled his face unnaturally, "I won't stop here."

Xing Wuyun looked at him, "Then I want to see, how do you deal with her."

Wei Zimo looked sideways and looked at Xing Wuyun, "Huh, you want to see my joke."

Xing Wuyun laughed quietly, tacitly, and then said, "You can rest."

Wei Zimo closed his eyes, although lying here, he was really uncomfortable.

Xing Wuyun looked at the sandalwood that had been lit by his side, then looked at Wei Zimo, "The emperor is really considerate to you, and he knows that you like the scent of sandalwood."

Listening to Xing Wuyun's words, Wei Zimo turned his eyes, and saw the incense burner on one side, with green smoke curling up. He was startled, his eyes darkened, and then he closed his eyes, "I am going to sleep."

Xing Wuyun laughed, and then left the bedroom.

Wei Zimo opened his eyes suddenly, remembering the scenes of Shicai, he pressed his lips tightly, his cold eyes concealed his invisible emotions.

Feng Aotian stepped into the imperial dormitory, and saw a crowd of people waiting, she then sat on the soft couch, "Where is Lu Yunxiu?"

"Master, she knows spiritual skills." Meteor stepped forward, looking at Feng Aotian and said.

"Huh?" Feng Aotian looked at the meteor, "She used spiritual skills?"

"Well, otherwise, how could Meteor let her escape easily." Meteor thought of Shicai's carelessness, and was depressed by Lu Yunxiu to escape again.

Feng Aotian looked at the meteor, "It seems that the master's guess is correct."

"Master, you set this game specially to test Lu Yunxiu, she really hit the trick." Father Cat, standing on one side, handed the tea to Feng Aotian.

Feng Aotian nodded and said, "Lv Yunxiu knows spiritual skills, but it does not mean that she is a real evil person. I only want to kill two birds with one stone by doing this. It's a pity that the person hiding and hiding is too cunning. Did not show any horse feet."

"Then what's next?" Mr. Cat then asked.

"Quietly." Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, "Lv Yunxiu likes Xing Wuyun, why did he go to assassinate Wei Zimo? There must be something his master doesn't know about."

Pluto Mao looked at Feng Aotian, "Master, where is the third prince?"

"Xingyun Palace." Feng Aotian looked at Father Cat, "Let him be there in the past few days, I don't want him to demolish his palace."

Mao-gong-gong smiled, "Master, you are afraid that he will settle accounts with you."

Feng Aotian raised his hand and looked at Father Cat’s forehead, "Only you talk a lot."

Leng Qianye stood on one side, looking at Feng Aotian, "The emperor, the minister will leave for the border tomorrow."

Feng Aotian looked at him, "It's okay, there have been changes in the southern part of the country, I am afraid that after a few days, it will be unstable again."

"Yeah." Leng Qianye had a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. In fact, he wanted to stay longer, but he knew better that it was an eventful period and the border was not stable yet.

Feng Aotian looked at Lan Jingshu, Gu Yefeng and Yi Mu, "Go ahead."

"Yes, the minister retires." Lan Jingshu and three people bowed and saluted, and then retired.

Feng Aotian looked at Father Cat, "Wait for the Lord to change into clean clothes."

"Yes." Mr. Cat responded, and then entered the inner hall.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Leng Qianye, "Wait for the Lord obediently."

"Yes." Leng Qianye replied, sitting down on the soft couch and watching her enter the inner hall.

President Cat personally put on a brown brocade robe for Feng Aotian, raised his eyes, and looked at her, "Master, if your behavior today is in the ears of the Yuluo Emperor, what would you think about him? "

"He has a deep mind. Since he agreed to be married, he naturally wants to let him know that he loves Wei Zimo so much that he can block Yoyo's mouth." Feng Aotian looked at Father Cat, "These times Sunday, I’m going to get busy again."

The cat nodded and said, "Master, the minion will give you medicine."

"Hmm." Feng Aotian nodded, and stepped out of the inner hall with Father Cat, and saw Leng Qianye looking at her.

Feng Aotian stepped forward, sat beside him, holding his hand, "After the matter here is resolved, I will go to see you."

"Okay." Leng Qianye responded with a light smile, and now he is reluctant to give up.

Xing Wuyun stepped into the emperor's bedroom and saw Feng Aotian and Leng Qianye embracing each other. He coughed, "Hey, it's really lingering."

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, "Don't go to the place where Mr. Jiu is?"

"Is the emperor afraid that the minister would disturb the two of you?" Xing Wuyun entered the house grandiosely, and then sat beside Feng Aotian, leaning on his side, looking at her.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, "That's natural."

Xing Wuyun clutched his chest and said quietly, "The minister is injured."

Feng Aotian looked sideways, looked at him pretendingly, raised his foot, and kicked it over, "It's not getting out yet!"

Leng Qianye looked at Xing Wuyun and couldn't help but smiled. Xing Wuyun stood up, sighed and left the emperor's bedroom.

"The emperor..." Leng Qianye looked at her and whispered.

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