This Lord is Too Cruel: 221 Get treatment for illness

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Gu Yefeng just sat motionless in the carriage, raised his eyes and watched the arrow raining down, without moving half a minute.

Feng Aotian looked at his firm eyes, and her heart shook at this moment. In the past, she had only seen him uncomfortable, simple and direct, but she had never seen him have such a firm side. , Maybe, this is the hard air flowing in his bones.

The cronies quickly sent someone to stand in front of Gu Yefeng, but an arrow was shot in his arm, and blood dripped down his wrist. He frowned slightly without saying a word.

When the cronies saw this, they drove away quickly, and Gu Yefeng looked at Feng Aotian who was standing upright above the tower through Caiguo’s subordinate who was shot to death by random arrows. This time, he really wanted to leave. Up.

Feng Aotian's eyes were fierce, but distress flashed through those eyes. When the carriage ran wildly and disappeared in front of her, she turned her eyes and saw Lan Jingshu standing in front of her.

She stepped forward slowly, squeezed his hand, smiled, "Go back to the palace."

"Yeah." Lan Jingshu nodded, he could feel her reluctance in her heart.

The soul fell on Feng Aotian's side, and she said solemnly, "Send someone to chase and kill him along the road until he reaches Caiguo safely."

"Yes, master." The soul replied, and then flew away.

Feng Aotian raised his head and sneered, saying that he would protect them, but in the end, he didn't protect even one of them.

Lan Jingshu looked at her and said warmly, "The emperor, there are ministers by your side."

Feng Aotian smiled lightly, took him into his arms, and flew him away from the tower to the palace.

Xing Wuyun and Wei Zimo were in the restaurant and did not go. At this time, they knew that she just wanted to be quiet.

Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, "Are you hiding something from me?"

Xing Wuyun reclined on the soft couch, not drinking, but drinking tea, "Where do I start?"

"You'd better tell me before I find out, otherwise..." Wei Zimo's cold eyes flashed, his fingertips struck the strings, deep and powerful.

"Otherwise what?" Xing Wuyun looked indifferent, and then said, "I won't tell you, but I want her to tell you in person. Instead of hearing from others, seeing is believing."

Wei Zimo listened to Xing Wuyun's words, and he already had a general guess in his heart. Although he didn't know what he was hiding from him, it should not be a bad thing.

He glanced at Xing Wuyun, then looked down, "When will you return to the palace?"

"I'll see you later." Xing Wuyun looked sideways and looked at Wei Zimo, "Isn't it good to have me with you?"

Wei Zimo sneered while listening to the meaning of his words, "I only have her in my heart, so don't give birth to other ideas."

Xing Wuyun was taking a sip of tea. When he heard what he said, he was choked by the tea and coughed sharply, "What are you talking about? My son always likes women."

"Really confused." Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, "Then the woman in your heart is also a failure?"

Xing Wuyun was stunned at first, almost missed his mouth, stubbornly said, "This is an exception."

"Then how many exceptions do you plan to make?" Wei Zimo asked following his words. Obviously, he did not deeply understand the meaning of Xing Wuyun's words. He was in vain as alert as Su Ri. Now, he is really smart. Confused for a while.

Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and looked at him, "Anyway, it won't be you."

Wei Zimo smiled, "It wouldn't be me, otherwise, I will castrate you immediately."

Xing Wuyun quickly closed his legs, raised his eyes, looked at Wei Zimo, gritted his teeth and said, "You should go and see."

"Are you saying I'm sick?" Wei Zimo raised his eyes, looked at him, and said coldly.

"Hehe, indeed." Xing Wuyun looked at Wei Zimo, "It's not that you are sick, or I'm sick."

"It must be that you are sick." Wei Zimo continued to raise his voice. Obviously, with anger, don't think that he had forgotten what happened to him in the morning.

Xing Wuyun smashed the corner of his mouth, got up quickly, smiled, thirty-six tricks, walked first, "I'll go first."

"Who said just now that he would stay a little longer?" Wei Zimo stood up unhurriedly and looked at him through the bead curtain.

Xing Wuyun was so lazy, "I am tired now, so I will go back."

Wei Zimo said lightly, "If there is no wind, I must give you a few medications. Illness needs to be treated."

When Xing Wuyun heard Wei Zimo's words, he suddenly thought of something. A pair of peach eyes flashed slyly, and then he said, "Well, I will go back to the palace immediately and find a doctor to give me some prescriptions."

When Wei Zimo saw that he was going to slip away, his figure flashed, and he fell three steps away in front of him, "Is this anxious, is there anything important in the palace?"

"Didn't you say that I was ill? Then I am going back to the palace to see the imperial doctor and treat the illness. It is always correct, right?" Xing Wuyun replied with confidence.

Wei Zimo gave him a cold look, his voice was very low, "It should be cured, I will go with you."

"No need." Xing Wuyun waved his hand quickly. The purpose of his going was to ask Si Xi, can Mr. Mao leave the prescription for nursery sunflower water when he came, if he was followed by Wei Zimo, it was not Exposed?

When Wei Zimo saw Xing Wuyun's look in a hurry, he coldly snorted, "It seems that you are hiding more than one thing from me."

Xing Wuyun felt that Wei Zimo must have noticed something about his expression, and he laughed quickly, "You are suspicious again? Would you like to see with me?"

Wei Zimo turned around and flew away from the restaurant. Obviously, he was going to follow Xing Wuyun.

Xing Wuyun sighed helplessly, then tapped on his toes and silently followed Wei Zimo back to the palace.

Feng Aotian returned to the palace, and within a few moments, he issued the imperial decree and ransacked the house of Gu's house. Overnight, the house of Gu, who was constantly sacred and graceful, was sacked.

Feng Aotian returned to the palace with Lan Jingshu, unloading the heavy burden on his body, lying on the soft couch, Lan Jingshu hurriedly brought ginseng tea, and blew gently, "The emperor, drink some ginseng tea ."

Feng Aotian took it, and took him into his arms by the way. Seeing that his complexion improved a lot, he asked in a low voice, "Do you miss your master these days?"

Lan Jingshu blushed and nodded in response, "Yes."

Feng Aotian lowered his head, took a sip of ginseng tea, and then sealed his lips, then bullied himself up, ran his fingertips across his belt, and stroked his skin.

Lan Jingshu’s lips and teeth are full of sweetness, her hands are unconsciously wrapped around her slender waist, and her body is slightly arched. When the clothes are scattered, he will set off his warm and jade face. Stained with a faint pink, she looked exceptionally lustrous and translucent, she followed his lips and bit his chin.

At this moment, Wei Zimo and Xing Wuyun had just landed, and they stepped into the imperial dormitory one after another. They saw the two entwined on the soft couch, and Wei Zimo coldly snorted, "It seems that I will come Is not the time."

Xing Wuyun was also slightly startled. Although, seeing Feng Aotian and Lan Jingshu so close, it was not in his heart. He raised his eyes and looked at Wei Zimo's sullen face. He hooked the corner of his mouth, and then tiptoedly withdrew. The emperor's sleeping hall flashed out of sight.

Feng Aotian heard Wei Zimo's voice, but he left Lan Jingshu's body comfortably, raised his hand, closed his brocade robe, held him in his arms, and looked at Wei Zimo , "Come here."

Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at Lan Jingshu who was leaning against Feng Aotian's arms with a shy face, his eyes sank, and he whispered, "I'm just here to look at you. Now, see you well Okay, I will leave first."

He said lightly, without any emotions, then turned around and stepped out of the Imperial Palace.

He kept telling himself that she was not his own. He had to learn to tolerate and to share her with other people. However, no matter how he comforted himself, but when he saw that picture, he Still can't help but feel sad, is he too selfish?

He raised his eyes and looked at the vast palace in front of him. He just walked forward step by step. Because of Feng Aotian's affairs, he had completely forgotten, and Shicai planned to follow Xing Wuyun to find out.

Xing Wuyun had determined Wei Zimo's temper early in the morning. Now, he has asked for a prescription from Si Xi, and walked toward the Emperor's Bedroom with joy.

Lan Jingshu raised his eyes, looked at Feng Aotian, and said warmly, "The emperor, the minister is going to review the memorial, please go and see him."

Feng Aotian lowered her eyes, looked at him, and kissed his lips again, Shicai was nothing more than a closed shirt, and now, easily untied, she cheated on her body and continued her passion.

As soon as Xing Wuyun entered the imperial dormitory, he saw a blushing and heart-pounding scene in front of him. The smile at the corner of his eye narrowed, and he turned slowly and left the imperial dormitory.

Feng Aotian naturally sensed Xing Wuyun's breath, Lan Jingshu squinted his eyes slightly, and now he, under Feng Aotian's teasing, was already confused and involuntarily obedient to her.

Xing Wuyun walked slowly to the Floating Dream Palace, and saw Wei Zimo standing alone in the courtyard. He raised his eyes and looked at the long fading Manzhu Shahua on both sides. The bright red brocade robe moved with the wind. , That surviving and independent posture, just staring forward motionless.

"Can't let go?" Xing Wuyun leaned against the old tree and whispered.

"Why are you?" Wei Zimo did not look back, still watching, "When the flowers are withered, let alone people?"

Xing Wuyun knows the struggle and pain in Wei Zimo's heart. He has been alone for too long, and Feng Aotian has given him the care and warmth he needs most. He has his pride, his sensitivity and awkwardness, he Not an unreasonable person, just want to keep this kind of warmth longer.

"Since you can't let go, then learn to face reality." Xing Wuyun squinted his eyes and looked at Wei Zimo. They grew up together and experienced too much darkness and pain, but now they fall in love In fact, for a moment, he hated this feeling, and for a moment, he wanted to take Feng Aotian as his own. However, after so much experience, he now just wants to be with him. By her side, just because he could not let go, his love for her has exceeded everything he carries. He is unwilling to tell Wei Zimo, her true identity, just want her to tell him personally, so , He can feel that in her heart, he is also unique and indispensable.

Wei Zimo turned his eyes slowly and looked at Xing Wuyun, "I haven't learned to face it."

Xing Wuyun smiled, "That's because you haven't loved her to the point where you can't help it."

Wei Zimo was stunned for a moment. He lowered his eyes and stared at his feet. Did he really not love that much?

Xing Wuyun knows that Wei Zimo’s thoughts on Feng Aotian have changed from the original disdain, to later curiosity, to the present concern, but he did not really let go of himself, did not really understand what love is, more He hasn't let go of the past and he can see his sincerity. This is just a matter of time. One day, he will think clearly and understand. At that time, he will not be as tangled and painful as he is today.

Wei Zimo was silent for a long time, but didn't know how to respond. He needed to think about it.

Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and looked at the cloudless sky. He chuckled, "Are you going to stand like this for a lifetime?"

Wei Zimo returned to his senses, raised his eyes, and looked at him, "Do you know what Xia Luoyan said to me that day?"

"What?" Xing Wuyun looked at Wei Zimo and couldn't help asking.

"She said Gong Yimin would not let me go easily." Wei Zimo said lightly, "In fact, I still can't let go of the past in my heart."

Xing Wuyun looked at him, "I can't let go, but I'm trying to let go, no matter what he wants, now I have someone I want to protect, even if I fight for my life, I am Don't hesitate."

Wei Zimo looked at Xing Wuyun, was silent for a moment, and then said, "I understand."

Xing Wuyun smiled lightly, "Okay, stop thinking about it, I'm hungry, didn't you say you want to accompany me to the treatment?"

Wei Zimo only then remembered about Shicai, raised his eyes and looked at him, "Didn't you have been there secretly?"

"I can't hide anything from you." Xing Wuyun smiled, "I am really hungry."

"Listen to the rain and set the meal." Wei Zimo said solemnly, and then stepped up into the hall.

Xing Wuyun put his hands around his chest, and when he saw that he wanted to open a little, his mouth was smiling, and he followed him.

After Lan Jingshu was put on properly, I looked up and saw Feng Aotian looking at him with a smile, his face flushed, "The emperor, it's time for lunch."

Feng Aotian raised his hand and embraced him, "Isn't it possible that Ye Shi didn't feed you enough?"

It was just frivolous words, and they just kissed me and me, but Lan Jingshu heard something different, and hung his head quickly, leaning in her arms, squeezing slightly Lips, don't say a word.

Seeing that he was really shy, Feng Aotian laughed again, holding his hand and sitting at the table.

Sixi had prepared meals and retired.

Lan Jingshu personally served Feng Ao Tian, ​​sitting on one side with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, looking at her, so he felt satisfied.

Feng Aotian thought, she hadn’t been alone with him for a long time, she put the vegetables in his bowl, "eat more."

"Yes." Lan Jingshu responded warmly, then picked up the bowls and chopsticks and ate.

After lunch, Feng Aotian and Lan Jingshu sat in the study and began to review the memorials.

Meteor felt that these few days were very boring, so he returned to the Wind Race with the dog.

The dog went to rest at the holy spring, while the meteor was lying on the stage in the hall, looking at the little white snake in the golden scroll, and telling what happened in the past few days.

Gu Yefeng was injured by an arrow. It has been three days since leaving Beijing that day. Although he faces daily chase, he knew in his heart that the emperor did this to tell the world that she must To break his body into pieces, on the other hand, it is to protect him in secret, in case someone comes to his disadvantage.

The cronies saw that Gu Yefeng was speechless throughout the whole process, and his expression was indifferent. He had no fear of chasing and killing him. On the contrary, he was very calm, and couldn't help feeling that this was the spirit of the emperor.

He admired Gu Yefeng more and more in his heart, and he also learned about Gu Yefeng. When he learned that Gu Mansion was full of slashing, the pain flashed in his eyes, and the murderous aura of hatred made him even more I believe that he and Feng Qiguo are in the same situation.

On that day, when the Zuoxiang asked him to come, he had already said that if he found that Gu Yefeng had an alienation, he could get rid of it.

Xing Wuyun and Wei Zimo have not bothered Feng Aotian in the past few days, only Lan Jingshu is with her, and she is also happy, because before Lan Jing writes, she feels comfortable without saying anything. .

On this day, Xing Wuyun suddenly stepped into the emperor’s bedroom in the middle of the night, and saw Lan Jingshu and her walking out of the study. He quickly stepped forward and looked at her, "The emperor, your old illness should be these few days. If you relapse, don’t worry about it."

Feng Aotian has been a little tired these few days. Fortunately, everything is fine. Now, looking at Xing Wuyun and counting the time, she smiled, "Well, it is indeed these few days."

"How about letting the minister accompany the emperor these few days?" Xing Wuyun asked with a smile looking at Feng Aotian.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Okay."

Lan Jingshu seems to understand something, and then replied softly, "Since there is no cloud here, the minister will resign first."

"Okay." Feng Aotian nodded in response.

Lan Jingshu raised his eyes, looked at Xing Wuyun, nodded slightly, and then stepped out of the Imperial Palace.

Xing Wuyun hurriedly supported Feng Aotian, "My lord, do you feel unwell?"

"A little tired these few days." Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "Are you ready?"

"Yeah." Xing Wuyun nodded, suddenly, hugged her horizontally, and then entered the inner hall.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes, looked at his beautiful face, hooked his neck, and allowed him to place himself carefully on the dragon bed. He got up, "The emperor, it's okay to surrender you to bathe. ?"

"Okay." Feng Aotian responded with a smile.

Xing Wuyun immediately opened his eyes and smiled, then turned around, and ordered the preparation of bath soup, while he walked in happily, sitting beside Feng Aotian, pressing his palm on her lower abdomen, gently, "Chen The menstrual belt has been prepared."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, then raised his eyes and looked at him, "Where did you prepare?"

Xing Wuyun leaned over and said in her ear, "The minister sneaked into the house of Mr. Mao and found it in a secret compartment."

Feng Aotian smiled at him and leaned quietly in his arms, "It's silly."

Xing Wuyun raised his eyebrows, lowered his head, and looked at her, "The emperor and the minister have been preparing for these days, and have read many books about women coming to Kuishui."

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "Okay, let's hold him over."

Xing Wuyun saw that the bath soup was ready, so he hugged her into the screen, and personally took off her brocade robe, revealing the figure of a woman with ice muscle and bones. He raised his eyes and watched her draped with blue silk and With a cold and coquettish face, he thought, raised his hand, slowly placed it on her chest, and untied the belt for her.

Feng Aotian stood on the spot, looked at him so cautiously, and smiled lightly, "It's not the first time I have seen his body."

Xing Wuyun swallowed his saliva. If it weren't for her body, he would really pounce on her and eat her.

Feng Aotian chuckled again. When the straps were untied, Xing Wuyun looked at the exquisite body in front of him. He suddenly felt dry and dry, so he leaned sideways and whispered, "The emperor, the minister is still Go out."

Feng Aotian raised his hand and moved his fingertips across his palm, "Didn't you always want to see it? Now that you see it, how can you back down?"

Xing Wuyun took a deep breath, turned around slowly, and the soft figure that came into view again made him feel refreshed. He took a step forward and took her soft body into his arms, and then he hugged him. Put it in the tub.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "Pinch your shoulders for the master."

"Yes." Xing Wuyun looked a little restrained. He raised his hands and touched the silky skin. His fingers trembled. This feeling made him seem to be floating on the clouds, his feet soft.

He squeezed her shoulders awkwardly, but his eyes stared at the scorching skin under the mist. It turned out that the picture of a beautiful woman in a bath was like this.

Feng Aotian can feel Xing Wuyun’s nervousness. She always has a faint smile on the corners of her mouth, letting him look at it, now her **** are no longer as flat as before, and now they are much plump .

After bathing, Feng Aotian lowered her head and saw the red floating on the tub. She raised her eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, who was awkwardly fiddled with Qingsi, "I really come."

"Huh?" Xing Wuyun replied stupidly, following Feng Aotian's eyes, he saw the red on the water.

He quickly took Feng Aotian out of the tub, put the uniform on her, and handed her the menstrual affairs, "The emperor, this..."

"Will you?" Feng Aotian smiled and looked at the blush on his face.

"No...no." Xing Wuyun stammered, he really didn't know.

Feng Aotian smiled and looked at him, "Lord tells you how to wear, how do you dress for him?"

Xing Wuyun stared at Feng Aotian blankly, his face was like a burning cloud, and his face was red. He held the menstrual band a little cramped and stood on one side, saying, "Okay."

And his heart is thumping at this moment.

At Feng Aotian's signal, Xing Wuyun blushed and dressed, already covered in sweat. He raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian's mouth with a wicked smile, like a charming fairy, he With a tight heart, he hugged her and left the screen, then put her on the dragon couch, covered the quilt, turned around, and left.

"Cold water is not allowed." Feng Aotian said solemnly.

Xing Wuyun stiffened, and said in a low voice, "Yes."

Then he left like wind, Feng Aotian looked at him and left like this, raising his voice and laughing.

Xing Wuyun rushed out of the emperor’s bedroom and stood outside the hall, exhaling loudly. He suddenly remembered the cat’s father-in-law. He could endure such a big temptation and bathe her every day. It would take a lot of concentration. OK, he patted his heart beating wildly, letting the cold wind blow, trying to wave away the heat from his body.

Feng Aotian was lying on the dragon couch. Seeing Xing Wuyun for a long time in the future, she felt a little tired because she had just come to Kuishui, so she slowly closed her eyes and went to sleep.

Xing Wuyun stood outside the hall for an hour, only to feel that he had recovered a little sense of reason. He raised his hand, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, turned around, and watched Si Xizheng staring at him suspiciously.

He coughed a few times, "Prepare me bath soup."

"It's ready." Sixi quickly retracted his eyes and whispered.

Xing Wuyun responded faintly, and then entered the imperial dormitory. When he walked to the inner hall, he saw the face lying on the dragon bed sleeping peacefully. The corners of his mouth evoked a gentle smile, for fear of his own coldness. Give it to her, then stepped into the screen, took off the clothes on his body, and took a bath on his own, but the picture in his mind was still wearing the menstrual belt for her, and his face was flushed again, and he quickly picked up water and beat On his face, gasping for breath.

I have been tossing for an hour before I walked out of the screen in the normal clothes, and slowly lay beside her, leaning sideways, watching her with a small smile on the corners of her mouth, the green silk scattered, because the clothes were loose, She didn't tie her chest, but half-covered, his mind was shaken, and he hugged that delicate body in his arms, so that she could find a comfortable position in his arms. He pressed against the volcano that erupted in his heart, He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down.

"If you are so nervous again, tomorrow, let Jing Shu come to accompany your father." A cold voice sounded, interrupting Xing Wuyun's wild thoughts.

He quickly hugged her tightly, "Not nervous."

Speaking, he hugged her, calmed down his own mood, felt the warmth in his arms, and fell asleep slowly.

Feng Aotian smiled at the corner of his mouth, thinking, he is more and more cute.

The next day, Xing Wuyun woke up early, suddenly opened his eyes, and saw that Feng Aotian was still not awake, his mouth was filled with a happy smile, he lowered his head, and dropped a light kiss on her forehead, slowly getting off the bed , Took out the prepared harness.

I raised my eyes and saw that Feng Aotian had woken up. She looked at him, "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Yeah." Xing Wuyun nodded. As long as she is by her side, he sleeps well.

Feng Aotian slowly got up, raised his eyes, looked at him, "Master wants to change the menstrual belt."

Xing Wuyun quickly turned around, took the menstrual belt from the secret compartment, and then lifted the brocade and untied the belt around her waist. Feng Aotian thought that he was just teasing him last night, and quickly raised his hand. , Holding his wrist, "Master comes by himself."

Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and looked at her, "Let the minister come."

Feng Aotian hooked the corner of his mouth and released his hand. Seeing that Xing Wuyun untied the menstrual belt very familiarly, he replaced it with a new one. He looked at the red on the old menstrual belt and his eyes sank. "How can it flow so much?"

Feng Aotian looked at him amused, "The color looks normal, it should be fine."

She was still worried at first. For the first time, it happened to be the first day after the moon. She was afraid that it would be bad for her body. Although, she always wanted to treat her body, but she didn't have time. Now, looking at the **** color, she feels relieved. In the future, we still need to pay attention.

Xing Wuyun read the medical book about menstruation and knew what Feng Aotian meant. However, looking at so much blood, he still felt distressed, thinking that there are still a few days in the future, so he needs more supplements. .

He put away the old menstrual belt, and then looked at her, "The emperor, surrender to you to change your clothes."

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Aren't you nervous?"

"Yeah." After a night of struggle, Xing Wuyun has been able to hold back his thoughts, hurriedly stepped forward, untied her uniform, tied her chest, and then dressed her. Sitting beside the dressing table holding her.

"The emperor will wait for a while." Xing Wuyun took the collected old menstrual belt and hurriedly left the emperor's bedroom.

After a while, I saw him come in with the golden basin, put it aside, and looked at her, "The emperor, can I go to the morning court today?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "Master has been running around these days. Now that Yi Mu and Ye Feng are not here, Master naturally can't let Jing Shu work too hard."

"There is still a minister." Xing Wuyun looked at her, wrung out the cotton pad, handed it to her, and whispered.

Feng Aotian smiled and looked at him, "Didn't you always dislike things in court?"

"I don't like it, it doesn't mean I don't want to." Xing Wuyun picked up the jade comb, tied her hair, and said softly.

Feng Aotian smiled lightly, "Master only wants you to do what you like to do, and the affairs of the court, there is a master."

"The minister loves the emperor." Xing Wuyun put down the jade comb, lowered his head, and picked her up. "The minister does not want the emperor to be too tired."

Feng Aotian smiled and looked at him, "Master is used to it. If it is too idle, Master will not be used to it."

Xing Wuyun knew what she meant. He put her on the soft couch and said in a low voice, "The minister understands the emperor’s mind, and when Mu Hanjin comes back in a few days, the emperor will not be so tired. ."

Feng Aotian responded with a smile, "Well, Lord knows what you are capable of, but this matter of the court, Lord has his own opinion."

Xing Wuyun raised his eyebrows and looked at her, "The minister understands."

Feng Aotian shook his hand, "Okay, Jing Shu will come here later, and after the morning, the master will come back."

"Yes." Xing Wuyun whispered, then raised his eyes and saw Lan Jingshu come in.

Feng Aotian got up from the soft couch and walked in front of him, "Breakfast with him."

"Yes." Lan Jingshu nodded and replied. These days, he has been staying with Feng Aotian and he doesn't feel anything. Last night, he went back to Jinxuan Palace by himself. In the past, he and Gu Yefeng, The three of Yi Mu came to the Imperial Palace together, and then went up to the Imperial Court to review the memorials. Now, he is the only one left, which makes him feel a little lonely.

Feng Aotian saw Lan Jingshu's mind, squeezed his hand, and whispered, "They will be back."

"Yeah." Lan Jingshu raised his eyes, looked at Feng Aotian's complexion a little, and asked worriedly, "The emperor, your old illness has relapsed?"

"Hmm." Feng Aotian nodded, "It's okay, it will be fine in a few days."

At this time, Xing Wuyun had already walked in with a special **** brown sugar water. When the three of them were sitting at the table, he handed the bowl to Feng Aotian, "The emperor, drink it while it is hot."

"Okay." Feng Aotian responded with a smile, and then took the bowl and drank slowly.

Lan Jingshu raised his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun's concerned eyes. He lowered his eyes and ate breakfast quietly.

Xing Wuyun looked sideways, looked at Lan Jingshu, and then asked, "Jingshu, can the family of Gu's family be settled properly?"

"Well, someone has been sent to Nancheng secretly. The beautiful scenery is a place to recuperate." Lan Jingshu raised his eyes, looked at Xing Wuyun, and responded warmly.

"Counting the days, in another ten days, Gu Yefeng can safely arrive in Caiguo." Xing Wuyun said in a low voice, raising his eyes, looking at Feng Aotian, "In another twelve days, it will be the emperor and Ye Meixi. On the day of the wedding, is the emperor going to Wuyue Country, or will he get married here?"

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, "When did you care about this?"

"Now." Xing Wuyun looked at her, "Nowadays, the news that the capital has not yet settled must be in Wuyue State."

Feng Aotian nodded and said, "Well, Meixi wants to be in Wuyue Country, and now the country is turbulent, if he runs back and forth, I am afraid it will give other countries a chance to take advantage of it."

"Maybe the minister will go to the ceremony?" Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and looked at her.

Feng Aotian put down the bowl and looked at him, "No."

"It seems that the emperor has his own plan." Xing Wuyun just asked casually. If you want to come, something interesting must happen that day, but if she doesn't let him go, can she not go?

"In those few days, you stayed in the capital obediently, and looked at the palace to your lord. You are not allowed to go anywhere. If you dare to sneak away, you won't want to climb on the lord's dragon couch in the future." Feng Aotian threatened coldly. Tao.

Xing Wuyun clicked the corner of his mouth and looked at her, "The emperor is really cruel."

Feng Aotian snorted coldly, "You don't know what you think. You want to watch a good show, but he won't let it."

"He who knows the minister, the emperor." Xing Wuyun put the vegetables in her bowl, said with a smile, if you don't go, you can't go, anyway, you can guess that.

Feng Aotian looked sideways, looking at the smile at the corner of Xing Wuyun's mouth, with a cunning look. She turned her eyes and looked at Lan Jingshu, "You eat more, I see you have lost a lot of weight in the past few days."

Lan Jingshu raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian with a small smile on his lips. He was a little envious of Xing Wuyun. Many times, he could say his own thoughts, but he always had concerns.

After the three of them had eaten breakfast, Feng Aotian took Lan Jingshu’s hand and went to the morning court, while Xing Wuyun stepped out of the imperial dormitory, and when he walked to the Floating Dream Palace, he saw Wei Zimo just now. After breakfast, I was going to the restaurant.

He stepped forward and stood in front of Wei Zimo, "Why don't you have to see the emperor these few days?"

Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, "Are you not with her these few days? If I go, wouldn't it be a good thing to disturb you?"

Xing Wuyun curled his eyebrows slightly, "Are you jealous?"

"It's so obvious. If you can't see it, you are pretending to be confused." Wei Zimo stepped over Xing Wuyun, and walked out.

Xing Wuyun hurriedly stepped forward and stood in front of him, "Don’t forget, last month’s yesterday was the night of your wedding with her. She has relapsed in the past few days and her complexion is not good, so you don’t want to see. Look at her?"

Wei Zimo chuckled her lips and smiled, "These days are so fast, now it's January."

"Yes." Xing Wuyun looked at him, "I really envy you. Her first wedding was with you."

Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at him, "I will go to the restaurant first and come back later."

"Yeah." Xing Wuyun nodded, knowing that Wei Zimo was just afraid of facing her these days. On that day, he broke his mind with a word. These days, he is trying to learn to let go.

After the early dynasty, Lan Jingshu went to the Metropolitan Procuratorate alone. He sat in the carriage and couldn’t help thinking of the three people sitting in the carriage chatting in the past, but now it’s nothing but different things. He is fortunate to be always there. By her side, never left.

When Feng Aotian returned to the Imperial Palace, he saw that Xing Wuyun had prepared **** and brown sugar water and was waiting for her specially.

She smiled and stepped into the bedroom, watched him come forward carefully, took out the silk kerchief, wiped the sweat from her forehead, hugged her sideways, carefully placed it on the soft couch, and handed her the bowl. "Are there any pain?"

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "Some, but it's better than the first time."

Xing Wuyun really relaxed, took the blanket and put it on her body, "Don't catch a cold."

Wei Zimo came back from the restaurant and just stepped into the imperial dormitory, he saw the very warm side in front of him, his eyes flickered, and then he stepped forward, staring at her with cold eyes, and walked forward slowly With.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him. He hadn't seen him for a few days. He was a lot more haggard. When she saw him approaching, she shook his hand, "Is it all done?"

Wei Zimo nodded, "Yes."

Feng Aotian looked sideways, and gave Xing Wuyun a wink, then he took Wei Zimo into his arms and smiled, "Is there any miss you these few days?"

Xing Wuyun had already stepped out of the Emperor's Bedroom with interest, raised his eyes and looked at the sky, then he heard a burst of laughter, lowered his head, and saw that the meteor was already standing in front of him.

"Why do you stand outside?" Meteor asked with a grin, looking up at him.

"Are you willing to come back?" Xing Wuyun naturally knew where the meteor had gone and asked in a low voice.

"Let me go to the courtyard. I secretly saved some of the wild fruit wine last time." Meteor said, rolling his eyes.

"It will be midday later, I am not free." Xing Wuyun touched Meteor's head and said with a smile.

"It looks like you are taking over the affairs of Father Cat." Meteor said with a smile.

Xing Wuyun smiled and nodded, "However, it cannot replace his position in the heart of the emperor."

Meteor pulled Xing Wuyun's sleeves, "I will sit here with you?"

"Also." Xing Wuyun responded with a smile, and then sat on the stone steps.

Meteor sat aside, and the dog was lying on one side dangling.

In the hall, Feng Aotian watched Wei Zimo much quieter than before. She obviously noticed something. She put her hands around his waist and asked him to lean against her in a low voice. "What are you thinking about these days?"

"Manzhushahua in the courtyard has withered." Wei Zimo whispered.

Feng Aotian listened to the sadness in his words, and realized his fear, "Master will accompany you to find Manzhushahua and plant with you, okay?"

Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at her, "Okay."

Feng Aotian smiled lightly, lowered her head, and kissed his red lips through the veil. She knew that his mind, perhaps, only in front of her would he behave differently, his sensitivity, Fragile, self-willed, always unreservedly displayed in front of her.

Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at her. These days, he was always upset and had nightmares for several nights. After his mother died, he had the same dream. He really Scared.

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The cute wife in pillow marriage invades/dozing cute

Cheng Ziyu’s dream is to become a top-tier celebrity one day and play the entertainment circle at will; Gu Muyang’s dream is to create an entertainment circle where Cheng Ziyu can play whatever he likes;

I still remember that 3-year-old Cheng Ziyu met 5-year-old Gu Muyang, and from that moment this man named Gu Muyang became her nemesis;

Since I can remember, Cheng Ziyu is the only person in Gu Muyang's life. He spoils her and loves her and spoils her.

Fragment 1:

"Gu Muyang, will you marry me? Although I can't cook, I'm not good at housework, but..."

"Last sentence!"

"Although I can't cook, I'm not good at housework!"

"Sentence again!"

"Gu Muyang, marry me, okay!"

"Okay, I will marry you!"

In short, this is a story of a smart but cute little green plum being squeezed from a young age by a little bamboo horse with a poisonous tongue and a black belly, and then grows up to fall down.