This Lord is Too Cruel: 185 Want to be nice to your father?

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Master is too cruel, 185 want to be nice to him? (Two more)

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, "No matter what you do, I just want you to understand and be the best of yourself. Shu Xie Wuyu"

Xing Wuyun lowered his eyes and stared at her. At this moment, his heart seemed to be filled with warm sunshine, a warm sun named Feng Aotian. He embraced her again and whispered softly, "Okay. "

Feng Aotian leaned in his arms, such a hug with warmth after opening his heart.

Wei Zimo stood in the restaurant, looking at the two people hugging each other, suddenly felt how harmonious and warm such a scene was. He was asking himself in a low voice, can he have it too?

She took him by the hand, and Feisheng landed on the opposite side of Wei Zimo. Feng Aotian looked at him, bowed his head, held his hand, and wrapped his wrist. Yesterday, he did it for her. She was surprised at this level, but it also made her understand that, at least, in his heart, she still has a little weight, right?

Wei Zimo felt the warmth of his fingertips, raised his eyes and looked at her. His cold eyes were full of uncertainty. He was actually scared. He had been guarding himself for too long and was afraid of such contact. With touch, fear that such warmth will be fleeting.

Feng Aotian squeezed his palm, stepped forward, sitting at the table, looking at the dishes in front of him, "Master is hungry."

Xing Wuyun sat on Feng Aotian’s side, and Wei Zimo sat on the other side of her. This was the first time Xing Wuyun and Wei Zimo had met at the same table for more than ten years. An unspeakable strange feeling.

Xing Wuyun looked at him, "It is an honor to be able to have dinner with you for the first time."

Wei Zimo was taken aback for a moment and said indifferently, "If you don't want to use it, don't force it."

Xing Wuyun’s peach eyes were slightly bent, picked up his chopsticks, took a bite of the dish, and placed it in Feng Aotian’s bowl, and then took another bite, put it in his mouth, and nodded, "Well, the taste is excellent. "

Wei Zimo's eyes sank, "It's not unused."

"This one tastes very good today." There is something in Xing Wuyun's words.

Of course, Wei Zimo knew what he meant, and he didn't expect that he would sit around and eat with others like this, even though he and Xing Wuyun have been good friends over the years, But he still has a strong sense of self-defense, and has never eaten with him at the same table, but, this is the first time that he has an unprecedented, according to his temperament, without sacrificing a few words, and having a mouth addiction, that is not His Xing Wuyun style.

Feng Aotian looked at the two people in front of her quarrel, which made her feel a lot more happy. She picked up the dishes and placed them in their bowls, looking at them, "Eat."

Wei Zimo looked at the dishes in the bowl, silently, and just picked them up and ate them. Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and watched him put the dishes in his mouth unsuccessfully. He couldn't help but open his mouth wide. He was rare and strange. Looks like.

If it was in the past, let Wei Zimo eat other people's food, it would be death, this one, it really made him insightful.

Wei Zimo was so uncomfortable being watched by Xing Wuyun. In this world, Xing Wuyun is the one who knows him best. Now, his unconventional actions must make Xing Wuyun feel incredible. After all, this For more than ten years, he has eaten alone, washed and even drank tea alone, and has never shared anything with others.

"What are you looking at?" Wei Zimo raised his eyes, and gave Xing Wuyun a rare look.

"Cough cough." Xing Wuyun looked down and said slowly, "It's really a thousand-year-old iron tree blooming."

Feng Aotian clicked the corner of his mouth, and then put the vegetables in Xing Wuyun's bowl, "You can't speak and sleep, why don't you know you talk so much?"

Xing Wuyun knew that Feng Aotian was playing a round for Wei Zimo, but he didn’t intend to miss Wei Zimo’s excellent opportunity, and then said, “Isn’t the emperor let the minister be his own? Now that the minister has become his own, the emperor is annoyed, hey, it is really difficult to be himself."

Feng Aotian's mouth twitched again, and suddenly leaned forward, kissed his lips, swallowed all his endless words in this light kiss, and then said, "Dinner."

No matter how much Xing Wuyun said, he was completely submerged in this kiss. He smacked the corners of his mouth, licked his lips, lowered his eyes, ate his meal in silence, and said nothing.

Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, thinking that it is true that wicked people have their own wickedness. If Xing Wuyun's mouth is opened, it will not be able to be closed. It will damage you to the sky. There is no underground, can you be willing, now, just like this?

Feng Aotian watched Wei Zimo holding the bowl, thoughtfully, she picked up the vegetables and put them in his bowl, and whispered, "Why don't you eat it? Do you want him to feed you?"

Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian. The ambiguity in her words was beyond words. He closed his eyes, bowed his head, and used it silently.

Xing Wuyun heard Feng Aotian actually say the word "hey" to Wei Zimo, and he started to replenish his brain. He couldn't help but imagine that Wei Zimo couldn't avoid it? Or is it uncomfortable like swallowing a fly? Thinking of this, he gave a "pouch" and suddenly burst into laughter, the laughter turned forward and backward, and couldn't stop it.

When Feng Aotian sees this, he raises his foot and kicks at him, "Do you want him to feed you too?"

Xing Wuyun clutched his aching stomach, laughed abruptly and burst into tears, and fed Wei Zimo. This was the funniest joke he had heard over the years. He looked at Feng Aotian, Go ahead, oops, it's really fun.

With a sudden "bang", Wei Zimo smashed the bowl heavily on the table, then got up and wanted to turn around to leave.

Feng Aotian grabbed her wrist, she raised her eyes and looked at him, "Now she is getting more and more tempered, and the master has not left the table, so he sat down and eats for him, and he is not allowed to go anywhere. ."

Wei Zimo lowered his eyes and looked at her, "He is like this, he can't use it."

Feng Aotian looked sideways and gave Xing Wuyun a stab eye, "Shut up and eat."

Xing Wuyun knew that Feng Aotian was really angry, so he shut up and immersed himself in the meal. However, he could still see him shaking his shoulders.

Wei Zimo sat down immediately, Feng Aotian put the vegetables in his bowl again, "eat, treat him as air."

Xing Wuyun listened to Feng Aotian's words, and quickly raised his eyes, "Have you ever seen such a large piece of air?"

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and ignored him. Instead, he looked at Wei Zimo with a smile, the meaning was obvious, yes.

Xing Wuyun curled his mouth, lowered his head, and stirred the food in the bowl. He felt that it was not a taste to eat. He raised his eyes, but he was slightly taken aback by the glitz that flashed past Shangwei Zimo's beautiful eyes. Secretly cursed in my heart, so you Wei Zimo, you are actually playing tricks with me.

Of course, Feng Aotian took the two people's careful thoughts in their eyes, but pretended to ignore them, but they felt that they were vindictive with each other.

After lunch, Wei Zimo felt that this meal was particularly fragrant, while Xing Wuyun felt a little bloated.

Feng Aotian looked at Wei Zimo, "Where will I go?"

"Where are you?" Wei Zimo looked at her and asked faintly.

"Send him." Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at Xing Wuyun, with a very gentle tone.

"Yeah." Wei Zimo lowered his eyes, then got up, turned around, and entered the bead curtain without saying a word.

Xing Wuyun saw that he had regained his previous noble and glamorous appearance, and he sneered, holding Feng Aotian's hand, and said to him, "I'm away from Beijing for a few days, don't miss me too much. "

Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at him through the bead curtain, "Where to go?"

"Go to see the beauty." Xing Wuyun said briskly, still in that flirtatious and frivolous appearance.

Feng Aotian raised his hand, tapped his waist gently, and said solemnly, "Beauty?"

"Hehe." Xing Wuyun looked down, looked at Feng Aotian, and smiled, "Of course, it's not touchable."

Feng Aotian gave a cold snort, took his hand, and left the restaurant.

Wei Zimo closed her eyes slightly, stroking the strings, and the corners of her lips hidden under the veil, but raised slightly, a breeze blowing her face, but a little more gentle than the spring breeze.

Feng Aotian sent Xing Wuyun away from the capital and stood in an open space. She looked at him, "Come back early."

Xing Wuyun suddenly had the illusion that he is like an ordinary husband and wife in the home of ordinary people. He is a husband working away from home. Listening to the lady's instructions, this feeling is really good.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "What are you thinking about again?"

"Nothing." Xing Wuyun shook her head and whispered in her ear, "I just think it feels good."

Feng Aotian smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth, "If there is any situation, I will pass it back in time."

"Okay." Listening to her instructions, Xing Wuyun was filled with a taste called sweetness.

As he turned around, he suddenly stepped forward, kissed the corner of her lips, and then flew away.

Feng Aotian watched that goose yellow figure slowly leave. She stood there for a long time, turned around, and entered the capital.

When she walked to the restaurant, she heard the melodious sound of the piano, opened the bead curtain, and looked at the bright red figure, closing her eyes and stroking the piano, seeming to abandon all the distracting thoughts around him. There is only that in his heart. Touching piano sound.

She leaned on the side of the bead curtain, just staring at his face quietly, in such a secluded manner. After a long time, the sound of the piano stopped. He raised his eyes slightly and looked at her, his eyes facing each other. But there is an illusion of a world away.

Feng Aotian stepped forward slowly, sat beside him, raised his hand, wrapped his waist, let his head rest on his shoulder, just sat quietly like this, never Many words.

Wei Zimo looked down, watching her holding his hand and giving him warmth that he had never had before. At this moment, his heart beat abruptly, and then fell silent. This is a kind of A sense of solidity beyond his imagination.

"Go back?" Feng Aotian asked in a low voice.

"Okay." Wei Zimo nodded and responded softly.

Feng Aotian looked sideways, looked at him, and suddenly pressed him on the soft couch, despising him, with fingertips across his waist with the fabric of the brocade robe, Zhu's lips opened slightly, across the veil, He touched his lips and looked at him, "Except for the Lord who can treat you like this, no one else is allowed to approach you ten steps."

Wei Zimo listened to her domineering words, but felt that there was a sudden open peace in his heart. He blinked his eyes slightly, but did not speak. He only felt that the lips across the veil were very soft and even more subtle. The coolness made his mind tremble.

Feng Aotian sat up on his body, took his hand, and turned her eyes, and saw that his face had been coated with a faint pink layer, and she felt better, because that person had been She was buried in the deepest part of her heart.

Wei Zimo allowed her to hold his hand. She clasped his waist and flew away from the restaurant. She lifted her Yunyun sleeves and concealed his face from her own arms. The air is separated.

Wei Zimo's heart warmed. No one had ever treated him so carefully, but she had entered his heart of fleeing hastily little by little. He was resisting, but in the end he could resist, maybe, he Is it longing?

He smelled the unique fragrance of her, and his hands around her waist tightened, allowing her to fly away with her.

The two returned to the palace. Feng Aotian took him by the hand and entered the imperial palace, and saw Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng sitting in the study quietly reviewing the memorial.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and stepped into the study, while Wei Zimo was sitting in the hall, looking sideways, watching her walking into the study.

"Have you used lunch?" Feng Aotian walked to the soft couch, looked at the two of them, and asked softly.

The two raised their eyes and followed the voice. When they saw the warm color between her eyebrows and eyes, the two of them let down their hanging hearts, and said in unison, "I used it."

"Okay." Feng Aotian stepped forward and suddenly kissed both of them on the cheek, "Master, come over later."

Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng were slightly startled, then they looked down, with a slight smile on their lips, and continued to review the memorials.

Feng Aotian turned around, walked to Wei Zimo's side, looked at him, "Go back to the Floating Dream Palace, or wait here for the Lord?"

Wei Zimo stretched out and held her hand, very soft, "Send me back to the palace."

"Okay." Feng Aotian knew that he was extremely insecure. Any unfamiliar environment would make him scared and extremely uncomfortable. The reason why he was hypnotized was because he was afraid of strange things.

Feng Aotian took his hand and slowly stepped out of the Imperial Palace, but walked quietly. She looked sideways and looked at him, "Are you still used to it?"

Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at the palace in front of him that was still strange to him. If he had been in the past, he would have hidden away, but why, with her by his side, he would not feel strange anymore?

He didn't know how to answer, but just responded indifferently, "Yeah."

Feng Aotian squeezed his hand, "If you are not used to it, I will walk with you more."

"Yeah." Wei Zimo wanted her to be by his side, right? Yesterday's events are still fresh in his memory. At that moment, he felt a pain in his heart when he knew that she had an accident.

He stopped abruptly and looked at her, "Will you stay with me in the future?"

Feng Aotian smiled, "Isn't the master always with you?"

Wei Zimo shook his head and said, "It is true companionship."

Listening to his words, Feng Aotian was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled, stood on tiptoe, and put a light kiss on the corner of his lips, "Is this company?"

Wei Zimo's face became stiff, then she threw her hand away, and then left, "I didn't say anything."

Feng Aotian hurriedly pulled him into his arms, "That's not good, how can you easily take it back when you speak."

Wei Zimo knew that she was deliberate. He had never said anything like this. This was already his limit. He felt the temperature in his arms, and suddenly asked violently, "Your chest is so special? "

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "Huh?"

"Why is it softer than ordinary men?" Wei Zimo whispered.

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Do you want to see?"

Wei Zimo was abruptly pushed back by her outspoken words. He looked sideways, holding her hand and walking forward, "Don't look."

Feng Aotian chuckled, letting him lead her into the Palace of Floating Dreams.

Listening to the wind and rain when he came back, he hurriedly stood not far away, "The slave has seen the emperor, Lord Hou."

Feng Aotian nodded slightly, and the two stepped into the hall, Wei Zimo let go of her hand, "Okay, I'm back, you can go back."

Feng Aotian was startled again, looking at him, "You just sent him away like this?"

"Otherwise, are you still waiting for dinner?" Wei Zimo sat down immediately, raised his eyes, and looked at her, "There are still people waiting for you in the Imperial Palace."

Feng Aotian sat casually beside him, raised his chin, and gave a low laugh, "How can you smell jealous?"

"Being passionate." Wei Zimo raised her hand, waved her hand away, raised her hand, poured tea, pushed it to her side, and poured another cup for herself.

Feng Aotian sat beside him and looked at him with a deep smile, "Master really likes the way you wear a veil."

She couldn't help but remember that the appearance of Mr. Cat last time wearing a veil and leaving was somewhat similar to him, especially between the eyebrows, she couldn't help but be stunned.

Wei Zimo looked sideways and looked at her as if looking at another person through him. He suddenly put the teacup down, then turned around, "I'm tired."

Feng Aotian returned to his senses and dragged him into his arms, "It just so happens that I'm tired."

She hugged him, then leaned on the soft couch, put her chin on his shoulder, and closed her eyes to take a nap.

Wei Zimo looked sideways, looked at her with the same eyebrows, sighed helplessly, and let her hold it. Xu was the worry of the whole day last night, not resting all night, and running around like this for a whole day, and now it ends. She couldn't hold it, slowly closing her eyes, listening to her even breathing, and gradually fell asleep.

Half an hour later, Feng Aotian regained her energy. She looked at him in her arms, lowered her head, and drank lightly on his forehead, then got up, covered him with a blanket on the side, and stepped out To the floating dream palace.

Wei Zimo was asleep at first. Although Feng Aotian's movements were very light, he still woke him up. He raised his eyes and looked at her leaving figure, raised his hand, gathered the blanket, and then closed his eyes again. , Go to sleep peacefully.

Feng Aotian returned to the imperial dormitory, walked to the study, sat on the soft couch, held the royal pen, took the memorial reviewed by Lan Jing's book, and watched intently.

Lan Jingshu raised her eyes, just looked at her with a smile, then bowed her head and continued to be busy.

Gu Yefeng raised his eyes and looked at her, "The emperor is still willing to come back?"

Feng Aotian looked at Gu Yefeng, "Do you miss your master?"

Gu Yefeng snorted coldly, "I don't want to."

"Really?" Feng Aotian asked in disbelief, then looked sideways, and dragged Lan Jingshu into his arms, and asked in a low voice, "Do you miss your master?"

Lan Jingshu jumped down because of her sudden behavior, and she was startled, and she replied warmly, "Yes."

Feng Aotian lowered his head, printed his lips, and gently sucked in, "Really good."

Lan Jingshu leaned quietly in her arms, thinking, this kind of embrace is what he can't let go of, and what he desires most, no matter what, he must guard her well.

He put his hands around her waist and leaned in her arms, reluctant to let go.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Gu Yefeng, "Hard mouth."

Gu Yefeng was noncommittal. He raised his eyebrows and continued to review the memorials. It seemed that there was not much fluctuation in the scene before him.

Feng Aotian knows that he has recovered now. He really faced the reality and was unwilling to escape. She was relieved. After all, this pain has been torturing him for more than ten years, and she needs to go there. Went to the holy pond, what happened back then?

Lan Jingshu leaned in her arms. After a while, she got up, picked up the royal pen, and continued to review the memorial.

Feng Aotian no longer joked, but quietly commented with them, as if returning to the past.

The meteor came back from Father Jiu's place. It was a little unhappy. It's weird today. How can Father Jiu be here? He then searched for another circle, but he didn't even see Xing Wuyun.

Feng Aotian came out from the study and watched him lower his head, "What's wrong?"

"Holy Lord, how can Father Jiu be not in the palace? Not even Xing Wuyun is there." Meteor stepped forward, looking up at Feng Aotian.

"Wuyun went south and returned to China." Feng Aotian replied lightly.

"Oh." Meteor nodded, and then said, "Holy Lord, when will you go to see the little white snake?"

Feng Aotian touched his head, "Ming'er will accompany him back to Feihe City."

"Can I not go back?" Meteor asked embarrassedly. He was afraid that he would be unable to get out if he would go back by himself.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Master gives you two choices, one is to stay in the palace with the dog, and the other is to return to Feihe City with the master."

"Then it's better to be with the dog." Meteor thought that although the dog was proud, it would be more cost-effective to let him return to Feihecheng.

"Okay." Feng Aotian nodded and looked at him, "Then I will go with the master and bring the dog back later."

"Yeah." Meteor nodded, and when he brought the dog back, he would be cured. He still remembers the last time.

Feng Aotian knows the thoughts of meteors, but the dog is not so easy to bully, otherwise, he would not suffer such a big loss.

Lan Jingshu pushed Gu Yefeng out, Feng Aotian turned his eyes and looked at the two of them, "How is Yi Mu?"

"My body is not getting better these days, and I am still sick now." Lan Jingshu replied warmly.

"Master will go and see later." Feng Aotian stepped forward and looked at the two of them, "I have dinner with my master."

"Yes." Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng nodded.

At this time, Sixi stepped into the bedroom and reported, "The emperor, the Floating Dream Palace came and said that Lord Hou would invite you to dinner."

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, thinking that he was really taking the initiative today, and looked at Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng, "Just say that I will eat here today, so I won't go there."

"The emperor, Master Hou said, if you don't go, he will always wait." Si Xi didn't know Xiaoyao Hou, who had always been cold, but now this sudden change really made him difficult to digest.

Feng Aotian thought that things were a little weird, raised his eyes, looked at Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng, "Lord, go and see."

"The emperor, you go, the minister is fine." Lan Jingshu replied with a light smile.

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, and then walked away from the Imperial Palace.

Gu Yefeng raised his eyes and looked at Lan Jingshu, "I really have a big temper."

"Yours is not small," Lan Jingshu said while looking at him.

Meteor thought Wei Zimo was quite interesting, and quickly followed Feng Aotian to watch the show.

"Let's use it first." Lan Jingshu thought about the dishes on this table, afraid that the emperor would not come over and use it.

Gu Yefeng nodded, anyway, he is really hungry now.

The two used it by themselves. Meteor followed, but was sent back by Feng Aotian. He bowed his head and walked in, sitting at the table, looking at the two people in front of him, "Dining."

Lan Jingshu looked at him, "was discovered by the emperor?"

"Hmm." Meteor nodded, "If you don't look, you won't watch. I'm hungry."

He took a deep breath, said to himself, picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and started using it.

Feng Aotian stepped into the Floating Dream Palace and saw Wei Zimo sitting at the table, waiting for her.

She raised her eyebrows and walked in, "If you don't see me in a day like three autumns, I haven't seen you for a few hours, so do you miss him?"

Wei Zimo sat at the table and looked at her, "I thought you would not come."

"Are you on purpose?" Feng Aotian sat beside him, whispering.

"Hmm." Wei Zimo nodded, "He is not at ease."

Feng Aotian put his hands on his chin and looked at him amusedly, with a smile at the corners of his mouth. For some reason, now he looks more bright and beautiful, and a bit more charming than the cold and harsh in the past.

Wei Zimo also noticed the difference between Feng Aotian. He just stared at her blankly. She had been flustered since she left. Now, when she comes, he feels at ease, and he can't tell. What kind of feeling is this, that she should be by his side.

"Are you calculating master?" Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and his tone became low.

Wei Zimo looked at her, "I just want you to come over."

Feng Aotian sighed quietly, looked at the food in front of him, picked up the bowls and chopsticks, "Well, it looks good."

"I did it myself." Wei Zimo whispered, hiding his hands in his sleeves.

"It's the first time to cook?" Feng Aotian's eyes were surprised, thinking that his fingers would not touch Yang Chunshui, so he would cook himself? She put down the dishes, looked down, and watched him try to hide his fingers.

"Let me see." She raised her hand and raised his hands, and she saw that the originally lush white jade hand was red and swollen, and her fingertips were blistered.

She lowered her head, put his finger in her mouth, gently sucking...

Wei Zimo's fingers trembled and wanted to close his hand, but Feng Aotian looked at him and rubbed the back of his hand lightly, "Want to be nice to my master?"

"Yeah." Wei Zimo nodded, Shicai, he had the idea that he wanted to cook by himself, so he went into the kitchen in a ghostly manner, and scared the chef of the back cook to stand in the distance tremblingly, afraid to approach. , He finally did a good job under guidance.

Feng Aotian raised his hand and took him into his arms, "You, sometimes you are really a fool."

Wei Zimo leaned in her arms. He was just afraid that he was unable to retain such warmth. He was afraid that the warmth would disappear like before, and he would be sent to **** again. He was really afraid of the cold. , Fear of loneliness, terribly afraid.

Feng Aotian let go of him, picked up the bowls and chopsticks, put the dishes in his mouth, raised his eyes, and looked at him.

"How?" Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at her with a look of expectation.

Feng Aotian nodded, "It's delicious, I want to eat it all."

"It's delicious." Wei Zimo seemed to be relieved, then picked up the bowls and chopsticks, took a bite by himself, and put it in his mouth. As soon as he put it in his mouth, he felt sweet and greasy. Came out, raised his eyes, looked at her, "It's terrible."

"Why?" Feng Aotian quickly picked it up and put it in his mouth, "Master thinks it tastes so beautiful, it's all sweet to his heart."

Wei Zimo quickly raised his hand and snatched her bowls and chopsticks away, "It's too unpalatable. Don't eat it."

Feng Ao went up to the sky and wrapped his waist. The hem of his veil lifted up, showing his exquisite chin and beautiful lips. She bowed her head and printed it up, her lips and teeth entangled, sweeping the fragrance of her mouth. Lifting his eyes, looking at him, "How does it taste?"

Wei Zimo looked down, unwilling to look at her, but felt that his heart was beating hard at that moment.

Feng Aotian looked at him amused, then picked up the bowls and chopsticks, and continued to use them, watching the sweet and sour fish turn into salt and sour fish. The taste was indeed strange, but it was sweet to her heart.

Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at her. It was obviously unpalatable, but she was eating with gusto. The taste of her still remained between his lips and teeth. He picked up the tableware again and ate silently.

Feng Aotian really swept the food in front of him, raised his eyes and looked at him, "It's delicious."

Wei Zimo put down the dishes and looked at her, "If you have a bad stomach, don't find me."

"No way." Feng Aotian shook his head, "I am dependent on you."

Wei Zimo stood up and walked into the inner hall. Feng Aotian followed him, and then sat down. After seeing him cleans his hands, she walked over. She took the plaster and wiped it herself.

Wei Zimo just sat quietly, watching her focused expression and gentle movements, and felt this kind of feeling. He hadn't felt it for a long time. He remembered that when he was a child, his mother and concubine loved him so much. But later...

The corners of his eyes were unexpectedly a little bitter. He raised his eyes and looked into the distance, forcing himself not to be vulnerable. However, how could his expression escape Feng Aotian's eyes? She pretended to be nothing. He applied the ointment, "Until the injury heals, he is not allowed to cook again."

Wei Zimo nodded slightly, then turned around, "You go back."

"I don't want my master now?" Feng Aotian encircled him behind him and asked him to lean against him, with his jaw resting on his neck, and asked softly.

"Someone is still waiting for you." Wei Zimo whispered.

"Then Lord is gone?" Feng Aotian let go of him, then got up, turned and left.

Wei Zimo was still sitting, suddenly feeling a little cold on his body, but he did not look back.

Seeing him like this, Feng Aotian shook his head and embraced him again, "Really an arrogant and stubborn temper."

Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at her, "Don't you go?"

"You are like this, how do you go?" Feng Aotian sighed helplessly, just holding him like this.

Wei Zimo put his hands around her waist, so long-lost warmth made him very reluctant, he was really too scared.

Time passed slowly, Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng stopped having dinner. Seeing that Feng Aotian hadn't returned, the two looked at each other and left the Imperial Palace.

The meteor walked to the dragon couch, looking at Feng Yinqi who was lying quietly, "Now, it is the most comfortable for you."

He then lay on the dragon couch, leaning Erlang's legs, propped his head with both hands, raised his eyes, and stared at the sky in a daze.

Feng Aotian looked at Wei Zimo in her arms, "Master is going out for a while, how about coming back to accompany you later?"

"Yeah." Wei Zimo nodded, letting go of her.

Feng Aotian looked at him amused, "You said let go and then let go."

Wei Zimo turned his head, "If you don't go anymore, you won't be able to go."

"Haha." Feng Aotian felt that Wei Zimo like this was too and cute, raised his voice and laughed, then got up and left the Floating Dream Palace.

Wei Zimo leaned on the soft couch, staring into the distance in a daze, wondering what he was thinking.

Feng Aotian walked on the corridor and saw Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng from a distance. Her mouth was slightly hooked and her toes were lightly touched, and she landed in front of them in a flash.

Lan Jingshu looked at her in front of her, only warmly said, "The emperor."

Feng Aotian took his hand, "Have you had dinner?"

"Yes." Lan Jingshu nodded in response.

Gu Yefeng snorted coldly, "Are you going to wait for the emperor? I'm afraid I will starve to death early."

Feng Aotian raised his hand and raised his chin, "This temper is getting more grumpy."

Gu Yefeng raised his hand and waved her hand away, "Chen has always been like this."

Feng Aotian raised his chin again, lowered his head, kissed his lips, and took a bite, "He has a way to heal you."

Gu Yefeng painfully covered the corner of his mouth, staring at her dissatisfiedly, but his heart was sweet.

Feng Aotian looked at Lan Jingshu, "Master sent him back."

"The emperor went to see Yi Mu, so he said straightforwardly, he needs to use the minister as an excuse." Gu Yefeng suddenly sneered.

Feng Aotian raised his hand and slapped him on the head, "You still think you can't be cured by your master?"

"It's just getting another bite." Gu Yefeng disapproved.

Feng Aotian kissed his lips again when he was about to speak again, but, instead of chewing on the right talent, but gently sucking in, Gu Yefeng was startled slightly, following her deep kiss , He closed his eyes slightly to cater to her.

Lan Jingshu looked at the picture in front of him, turned his head slightly, and didn't look at it anymore. He was afraid that it would hurt if he saw it.

Feng Aotian left his lips when Gu Yefeng was about to gasp, and saw that he had been obedient a lot, so he looked at Lan Jingshu with satisfaction, "Go in."

"Yes, the minister retires." Lan Jingshu replied warmly, then turned around and entered Jinxuan Palace.

Feng Aotian looked at his leaving figure, she knew that among the crowd, he was the most sensible, and he never competed or robbed him. In the eyes of others, he was the most inexistent, but she knew In fact, his intentions are very good.

Feng Aotian pushed Gu Yefeng forward. Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, he whispered, "How can I be quiet? Isn't Shicai very arrogant?"

Gu Yefeng still didn't speak, she stopped, and then walked around the wheelchair. When she saw him closed her eyes and fell asleep slowly, the corner of her mouth hooked, and she took off her robe and covered it with On his body, he then got up and pushed him forward again.

When she returned to Meixiang Palace, she hugged him into the house, carefully placed him on the bed, covered the quilt, caressed his somewhat haggard face, and drank on the corner of his lips. "They are all disobedient temperaments."

She sighed in a low voice, got up, left the house, and walked into Yi Mu's bedroom. Looking from a distance, she saw the figure lying on the bed...

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