This Lord is Too Cruel: 210 Yi Mu’s Secret

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Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at the icy jade bed in front of him. There was a person lying quietly, with no inch strands, and ink-like blue silk scattered on both sides, his eyes closed tightly, like a sculpture that has been sleeping for a thousand years. , It was terribly quiet.

Beside him, there is an ice jade coffin. Through the ice jade, you can see a woman in a beautiful costume lying in the ice jade coffin, and the entire ice jade coffin is enveloped by red light. .

Feng Aotian looked at this secret room. The surrounding area was made of thousands of years of cold ice. Just stepping in, she shuddered. She moved forward and walked to the ice bed, looking at the person in front of her. His eyes sank, and then he quickly took off his robe.

Wufeng also stood aside with her, looking at the people on the ice jade bed, only to see that Feng Aotian had already covered her brown robe over him with irritation, and said in a deep voice, " Not allowed to watch."

Wufeng smiled indifferently and looked at her, "It's not just a man's body. As a doctor, I'm not surprised."

Feng Aotian immediately raised his hand and hugged the person on the ice jade bed into his arms, raised his eyes, and looked at him, "Lord's person, don't watch."

No wind, silent, raised his eyes, staring at her with a smile.

Feng Aotian felt that the body in her arms was exuding bone-eroding air, she looked towards the wind, "Take the pulse."

When there is no wind, he lifted the wrist of the person in her arms and took the pulse, "The heart pulse is weak, there is help."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, then turned around, and saw the ice jade coffin beside him. He walked slowly forward, and when he approached, he heard a scream, "Ah!"

Feng Aotian lowered his eyes and saw the pain in the face of the person in his arms, he vomited a mouthful of blood, and then fainted.

"Yi Mu?" Feng Aotian called in a deep voice.

Wufeng hurried forward, looking at the knife cut on his wrist, and the red light flashing across his eyebrows, which made him feel strange.

Feng Aotian naturally observed it, and then turned his eyes to see that the red light inside the ice jade coffin would become stronger when Yi Mu approached.

She hugged Yi Mu tightly, looked at the ice jade coffin again, and then put Yi Mu on the ice jade bed again, then walked to the coffin, and when she looked around, she saw the woman lying in the coffin. It's really the face of a country and a city, with a face like a hibiscus, sweeping the eyebrows, and the cherry mouth is not dotted and red, charming and beautiful, especially the fascination that emanates from the inside. It is truly a natural beauty. Such a stunning beauty is really short of time. Have.

Wufeng looked at the woman in front of him, and said in a calm tone, "This person has been dead for more than two hundred years."

Feng Aotian's eyes darkened as he listened to Wufeng's words, "For more than two hundred years, it's really strange to be asleep and still maintain the original appearance."

Wufeng raised her eyes and looked at her, "There should be this spiritual bead protection, plus this thousand-year-old ice jade coffin, although she is dead, but her appearance is preserved intact, as if she was sleeping."

Feng Aotian looked at the red luminous spirit beads beside her, then raised his hand and wanted to get it.

A strong cold wind blew, and then I saw a figure falling in front of Feng Aotian.

She raised her eyes and saw a white figure falling in front of her eyes, but there was a misty cloud. Her eyes sank, and then she said, "Your Excellency is the lord of the Spirit Race?"

"Not bad." The voice in front of me was silent for a thousand years.

"Why did the Spirit Race Clan Lord bring my people here?" Feng Aotian said, and when he moved his wrist, he waved at the white mist in front of him.

The white mist flashed away slightly, dodged lightly, and fell in front of her, "Holy family and holy master is good."

Wufeng listened to the words of the Spirit Race, then he was taken aback, raised his eyes, and looked at Feng Aotian, a turbulent cloud flashed in his eyes, but it was fleeting.

Feng Aotian chuckled, "But you, whoever dared to hurt me, I will definitely let him pay back ten times."

"I think the Holy Master may have made a mistake. He is from the Spirit Race, how could he become the Holy Master?" The Spirit Race Master said slowly.

"What did you say?" Feng Aotian narrowed his eyes, a flash of surprise, and said in a deep voice.

"Don't believe it?" The Spirit Race Clan Master laughed, then spread the white mist on his face, revealing his original face.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes, looked at the appearance of the spirit clan leader in front of him, turned his eyes, and looked at him again, "What is your relationship with him?"

"One soul, one soul, now it's time for the soul to reunite." The Spirit Race Patriarch whispered, only to see his white figure once again turned into a cloud.

Wufeng stepped forward and stood beside Feng Aotian, "According to the clan leader, Yi Mu is the real you?"

"He occupies the body and the soul, and I am the soul, wandering in the spirit race. Over the years, I have been looking for the spirit orb, and if he is not united with me, then he will not survive for three days "The spirit clan leader said in a low voice, "At that time, he will face the end of the dust."

"I think the spirit clan leader will definitely disappear with it." No wind said lightly.

"Yes." The Spirit Race Clan Master raised his eyes and looked at Yi Mu, "The reason why I brought you two over is because he has some concerns in his heart. If he doesn't get his wish, it will be difficult to reunite."

"What if the soul is unified?" Feng Aotian didn't expect that Yi Mu would have such an experience, she couldn't help asking, "He must know it."

"He has had memories since he was a child, and he naturally knows what happened. However, I have not found the spirit orb, and he has not much time. Now, he has finally found the spirit orb, but he But if you move the wrong thoughts that you shouldn't have, you will end up like this. If we don’t return our souls soon, he and I will disappear." The spirit clan master whispered, "After the souls return, he will forget. The dust."

"Forget it?" Feng Aotian couldn't help being stunned. If Qianchen could forget it, she wouldn't want to forget it, but, why, it was him?

The lord of the spirit race looked at Feng Aotian, "He and I are rebirth. I will forget all the memories and live again."

"I see." Feng Aotian lowered his eyes and looked at him, "I will send him in three days."

"Okay." The Spirit Race Clan Master looked at Feng Aotian, "I didn't want you to find this place. However, if he is too obsessed, I will let you see him for the last time. I hope the Holy Lord can Keep your promises."

Feng Aotian closed his eyes, then turned around, and slowly left the secret room holding Yi Mu.

No wind followed her, watching her face cold, but those eyes were full of invisible loneliness, his indifferent eyes flashed a touch of sadness, he knew that for the first time The feeling when I saw her was right.

Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at him, "You have already guessed it."

"Hmm." No wind nodded, "I won't say it."

Feng Aotian nodded, "Your reaction is quite normal."

"Do you want to scream out?" Wufeng laughed, raised his eyes, and looked at her, "Go with him. I won't tell anyone about the secret room."

"Thank you." Feng Aotian smiled and looked at the windless, tapped his toes lightly, and left Xingyun Palace.

Wufeng looked at her leaving figure, lowered his eyes, looked at the wound on the wrist, raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, then lifted up and walked out. He was just trying to hide the surprise in his heart. Once, he had doubts, but his doubts were eliminated. Now, he knows her true identity once again, but without the curiosity before, more of a joy in his heart.

Feng Aotian took advantage of the moonlight and returned to Meixiang Palace with Yi Mu in his arms.

Meteor also got the news, and rushed to Meixiang Palace with Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng, but they were blocked by Wufeng.

"Why are you stopping me?" Meteor asked puzzledly.

"He should have something to tell the emperor, you still don't bother." Wufeng took Meteor's hand, walked forward, raised his eyes, looked at Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng, "This may be the last time they get together A few days later."

"What do you mean by this?" Gu Yefeng asked uncontrollably.

"He was badly injured, and his life will not be long." Wufeng said calmly.

Gu Yefeng straightened his back, raised his eyes, and looked at the windlessly in disbelief, "How is it possible?"

"How many days are there?" Lan Jingshu shook her body, forcing her to stabilize her mind, and asked in a low voice.

"Three days." Wufeng raised his eyes and looked at the two people in front of him, "The reason why he can hold it now is because he wants it but wants it. Let him get along with the emperor for two days."

"How could this be?" Gu Yefeng still couldn't believe it. He knew that Yi Mu's body had thought that he would leave, but he didn't expect it to be so sudden. When I saw you again, it turned out to be a farewell.

No wind drags the meteor, "Let's go."

Meteor lowered his eyes and stopped talking. He could feel Wufeng's body being tainted with the breath of the spirit race. There must be something he didn't know about in Wufeng's body, but he couldn't talk about it in front of them.

The dog naturally sensed something, silently, and followed the windless and meteor to the courtyard.

Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng stood in a daze for a long time, never returning to their senses.

Gu Yefeng held his head with both hands, tears from the corners of his eyes couldn't help but slide down, "He has always seen clearly, can see through people's hearts, but he alone cannot see through himself."

"I'm afraid that I have seen too thoroughly, so I will be bothered and have a heart disease." Lan Jingshu raised his eyes, sighed quietly, and slowly reduced his mind, "He doesn't want to see us help him Sad."

Gu Yefeng raised his eyes and looked at Gu Yefeng, "I always thought that I would leave before him."

Lan Jingshu pushed Gu Yefeng, "No nonsense."

Gu Yefeng smiled, "My legs, and this broken body, what is the point of being so alive?"

Lan Jingshu squeezed his shoulders, "If you talk nonsense, don't see the emperor again in the future, if she hears these words, she will definitely be sad."

Gu Yefeng was startled slightly and sneered, "I'm really useless."

Lan Jingshu patted his shoulder, "As long as you are in the heart of the emperor, that is useful."

Gu Yefeng looked at Lan Jingshu in a daze, "But, Yi Mu...should not have gone so early."

Lan Jingshu was silent for a moment, "Maybe leaving is also a relief, this is the path he chose."

Gu Yefeng raised his head and looked at the direction of Meixiang Palace, "Yes, we all have our own fate."

Feng Aotian carried Yi Mu back to Meixiang Palace, and ordered the waiter to prepare bath soup, while she carried him to the inner hall and placed it on the bed.

Place him carefully, cover the quilt, take the medicine box, lift his wrist, and bandage the wound.

In a short while, the attendant prepared the bath soup, Feng Aotian hugged him into the screen, put him in the bath tub, the warm water instantly became cold, she quickly took him out, and He put it back on the bed, dressed himself in his shirt, held his hand, and stared at him blankly.

Time passed slowly, until late at night, he slowly opened his eyes on the bed, and stared at Shang Feng Aotian's cold eyes.

He just smiled flatly, "The emperor."

Feng Aotian propped his chin with one hand, and clenched his hand with the other, "Do you want to eat?"

"Hmm." Yi Mu nodded gently, "Plum cake."

"Okay." Feng Aotian gave a low laugh, and then ordered people to prepare.

"The emperor, the minister remembered to walk." Yi Mu said softly while looking at her.

"Okay." Feng Aotian just responded with a faint smile.

She lifted him up and put him in a light pink brocade robe that he loved so far, embroidered with large plum blossoms, noble and holy, he slowly got off the bed, stubbornly washed himself, tied his hair, slowly Slowly got up and looked at her, "The emperor, is Chen Mei?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded in response, "Very beautiful."

Yi Mu smiled softly, Feng Aotian stepped forward to help him, and the two stepped out of the palace and walked into the courtyard.

The two were sitting under the plum tree. He leaned in her arms and looked up at the plum tree that had not yet bloomed. He raised his head slightly and said in a low voice, "In January, it will be plum blossoms. Blooming season."

"Yes." Feng Aotian replied softly, "When the time comes, I will accompany you to enjoy the plum."

"Yeah." Yi Mu responded with a smile, "There are flowers that can be folded and must be folded. Don't wait for the branches to be folded without flowers."

Feng Aotian gently raised his hand, plucked the dead branch of a plum blossom, and placed it in his hand, "What do you want to say?"

Yi Mu bowed his head, turned the plum blossom in his hand with jade-like fingers, and whispered, "The minister was born sick and weak, and the minister at that time knew that from the way of the future, so he looked at everything. It’s very light. Although the minister wants to do something useful in his lifetime, he is always unable to do what he wants."

"The minister remembered that when he was five years old, he sneaked out of the mansion, but he met a trafficker on the road and forcibly took the minister away. A child of the same age saved the minister. That was the first time the minister saw There was a child as old as a minister who had such a high level of martial arts. She was wearing a short brown robe and holding a long sword heavier than her. Her complexion was cold, but she was able to subdue a trafficker. She really fell from the sky, saved the minister, and let the minister know that even if the body is no longer good, she can do something useful." Yi Mu coughed a few times and said.

Feng Aotian just listened quietly, his voice was extremely soft, but there were thick memories that couldn't be turned away, and her thoughts were also drawn away for a long time.

"What happened later?" Feng Aotian couldn't help asking.

"Later, the minister was sent home safely and never saw her again, but she was in the minister's heart, so after a year, the minister saw her at a palace banquet , The minister knew that she was the emperor’s favorite prince, Feng Aotian." Yi Mu looked at the dead plum blossom in her hand, seeming to recall, "She has forgotten the minister, her eyes always fall on In a person, I have never seen anyone other than that person."

"What happened later?" Feng Aotian hugged him tightly and asked in a low voice.

"Later, the minister paid attention to her all the time. In order to be able to stand by her side, the minister desperately read and made himself a topic. Every time the court banquet, the minister would attend the banquet on time even if he was unwell. After always getting news from her, he secretly hides and looks at her not far away. This seems to have become the habit of the minister." Yi Mu slowly told the past.

"What happened later?" Feng Aotian repeated these three words, but she didn't know how to answer. She never knew that in the vast crowd, there is still someone who loves her like this, without any regrets, and will be His love is deeply buried so far, it is not that he is going to the end, afraid that he will bury this secret deeply in his heart.

"Later..." Yi Mu raised his eyes and looked into the distance, "She became the regent, her eyes were taken from that person, she became perverse and violent, and she became murderous. She collects men of different looks, she has changed..."

"Yes, she has changed." Feng Aotian replied quietly.

Yi Mu chuckled her lips and smiled, "However, the minister was very happy, because the minister could get close to her and stay by her side. The minister deliberately appeared in front of her to make her notice the minister and bring him in. The palace, even though she was tortured with scars, but the minister was willing, even if she had never had a minister in her heart, but the minister was a plaything, and the minister never regretted it."

Feng Aotian hugged him tightly, "What a fool."

"The minister is really stupid." Yi Mu's eyes were moist, but with a soft smile, he lifted his eyes to meet hers, "Even if he knows it, he hasn't made himself up soon, but he still wants to stay By her side, even though this is just luxury, but if she is not in the life of Chen Chen, then what is the meaning of Chen living?"

He raised his hand and stroked her face, "The emperor, you never know that the minister loves you the most and you are the most reluctant. However, knowing that he is reluctant, he has to pretend to be helpless." /

Feng Aotian lowered his head, kissed his lips, and gently sucked in, "Do you want him to remember you forever?"

Yi Mu leaned in her arms, "The minister just wants to hide this love until death, but when death comes, the minister can't let go. Isn't the minister too useless?" /

Feng Aotian let him lean on, raised his eyes, and looked at the night sky in front of him, "If you are useless, will you stay with him?"

Yi Mu smiled slightly, with a bit of nostalgia in that smile, a bit of relief, and the love he had never revealed before. He bowed his head, looked at the hands he shook, and gently turned the plum blossom. Dead branches, "The minister is content."

Feng Aotian hugged him tightly without saying a word. Who knows the sadness in her heart? Who can understand the pain in her heart? She originally thought that they were her responsibility and the motivation for her to sustain her, but who would know that she was also the source of their survival. She maintained their lives, but she was unable to save them. She watched. They left one by one, but there was nothing she could do. Even though she was strong, she could not escape the four words "the world is impermanent".

She can calculate all the possibilities, but she can't calculate their sincerity.

After returning to the courtyard, Wufeng and Meteor were silent for a long time.

Meteor raised his eyes, stared at the windless, and asked in a low voice, "Go ahead, what happened in the secret room?"

"I know the true identity of the emperor." Wufeng looked at him, "I also know some things I can't say."

"Is Yi Mu really going to die?" Meteor's eyes flashed with surprise, and then asked.

"Yes." No wind looked at the meteor and said lightly, "He will come back to life."

Meteor understood the meaning of Wufeng's words, and then asked, "Is it related to the Spirit Race Patriarch?"

"Yeah." Wufeng nodded and looked at him, "Don't tell others about this."

"Okay." Meteor nodded and got up slowly, "I have something to ask you."

"What?" Wufeng picked up the teacup on the table and played with it.

"Are you interested in the Holy Lord?" Meteor looked at him solemnly.

"I don't know." Wufeng raised his eyes and looked at him, "The future changes so many things, how can I know them all."

Meteor listened to the meaning of his words and snorted coldly, "Old fox."

"Aren't you sleepy?" No wind got up slowly, then walked into the house, "I'm tired."

Meteor knew that when he went to the secret room today, he must have consumed a lot of energy and stopped talking, but turned around and left the courtyard.

The dog followed the meteor and returned to the Emperor's bedroom. He then sat on the soft couch and looked at it, "You said, what did the Holy Lord see in the holy pool? Yi Mu is afraid that it is also the Holy Lord's robbery. I wonder who will be next?"

The **** dog rubbed against the legs of the meteor and raised his head, "The one that should come is coming, and I can't hide it."

"Hey." Meteor thought of his future and couldn't help shaking his head.

The dog doesn't say anything anymore, but lie on the sidelines, and the road to the emperor is not so simple.

Yi Mu leaned in Feng Aotian's arms and sang softly, "Where to go? The long sword is accompanied by white clothes..."

Feng Aotian listened to his voice. This was the song she sang during the day and night Meixi and Feng Yinqi drinking wine and watching the moon. She looked down and looked at him, "Is it cold?"

"It's not cold." Yi Mu shook his head, but leaned quietly in her arms, "The emperor, the minister wants to rest."

"Master is with you." Feng Aotian lowered his head and dropped a light kiss on his forehead.

Yi Mu smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth, and slowly closed his eyes.

Feng Aotian sang softly in his ears, "The fragrant red lotus root and the remnant jade will fall in autumn. Let Luo Chang go lightly, and go on the orchid boat alone. Who will send a brocade book in the cloud? Manxilou. The flowers flow from the floating water. A kind of lovesickness, two sorrows. There is no way to get rid of this love, so I lower my brows, but my heart.

The cold wind in the autumn night was so cold, but the plum blossom tree could not dissipate the melancholy that had been condensed for more than ten years under the plum blossom tree. In his arms, with his twelve years of affection, he turned into death and composed his plum blossom soul.

Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng are sitting in the Jinxuan Palace. The quiet night sky echoes the heart-stringing singing, but with sadness and tactfulness, smelling heartbreak.

Gu Yefeng raised the wine glass in his hand, looked up at Lan Jingshu, "He is going to leave after all."

Lan Jing lifted his cup from the book trail, raised his head and drank, "Yeah."

Gu Yefeng laughed loudly, "Haha, okay, okay, let's go, I'll be clean."

"Yeah." Lan Jingshu just responded indifferently, and then poured another glass of wine. He also wanted to get drunk, facing life and death, even if their hearts were strong, they are now vulnerable.

They were not around when Mr. Cat left, but they could feel the sadness in her heart and the loneliness after she became strong, but now, Yi Mu and them have grown up since childhood, everyone has died However, they are unwilling to face it. Such a death makes them feel so compassionate.

Mu Hanyao, Leng Qianye, and Ah Jiu are leading the soldiers to attack the city on the three sides of the southern border. They all have one person in their hearts, and they can't let go of her. All their hope is her.

Ye Meixi raised her eyes and looked at the war in the distance. His eyes were filled with firmness and coldness. Such a battlefield and such a fight are the necessary process to lead her to dominate the world, and he The sweetness is as sweet as sweet.

Feng Aotian never knew what love was. She was standing behind him in her previous life, willing to stand behind him. Perhaps, at the moment of death, she could feel the pain of her heart being split. Maybe that is love.

Regaining a new life, all she wants is to get rid of that shadow and be who she is. However, the road ahead is long. She thought she would move forward alone, but one after another warm embrace appeared around her. Her heart is cold, and when a ray of sunlight pours in, she wants to take all the warmth in the world.

They are her responsibility. At first, she just used them and never knew how to love them. However, she just let them all fall into this swamp of love, and she was also deeply trapped in it.

She is cold and ruthless, she is numb and cruel, but she also has the heart, although cold, but also flesh and blood, she will be moved and feel the warmth they give her. Today, she understands what is meant by Love is not the obsession deep in the bone marrow, but the tremor that floods into the heart. They gave her everything, and what did she bring to them? The shackles of fate that cannot escape, confine their souls, make them willing to give up their original self-esteem and pride and become a captive canary next to her?

Feng Aotian raised her eyes and looked into the distance. She used to look at life and death indifferently, but now, although she knows that he will not die, what is more painful than death is that she leaves the memories with her , But he completely forgot.

This night, she hugged him like this, leaning against the plum tree, the years are quiet, but it is a sad beauty.

The next day, Yi Mu woke up slowly. He thought he was in a dream, but now he truly feels the warmth of her embrace, the bitterness in his heart has long since vanished, and the sweetness is full. From my own heart, he got up from her arms, "The emperor, won't you go to the morning court?"

Feng Aotian supported him, gently stroked the broken hair of his temple, "Master is with you."

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