This Lord is Too Cruel: 224 Master is poisoned

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Xing Wuyun looked sideways, looking at the meteor, "Bring the dinner here."

The meteor nodded. Anyway, it's boring to eat alone. It's better to have someone with me than nothing.

Feng Aotian stopped dinner, raised his eyes, and saw Wu Fengzheng looking at her with a smile.

She curled her lips and smiled before standing up, "He will come again tomorrow."

No wind looked at her, "Okay."

Feng Aotian stopped talking, turned around and stepped out of the house.

No wind covered his chest, raised his hand, and saw that his palm had turned dark black. He couldn't help but vomit black blood. He held the table weakly and raised his eyes, but he faced the cold pair. Phoenix eyes.

He was not half surprised, but calmly took out another piece of silk kerchief in his arms and wiped the corners of his mouth, "What can I tell you?"

Feng Aotian looked at him, sighed faintly, lowered his head, and spread his palm, "I was stabbed by a silver needle?"

"It's okay, just force the poison out." Windless said with an impermanent expression.

Feng Aotian snorted coldly, "If you force it out, you will surely suffer from internal strength. Master asked you to come here to heal people, but it didn't hurt you."

She said angrily, lifted his palm, lowered her head, and aimed at the needle stick, gently sucking in, sucking out the poisonous blood.

No wind felt the warmth of his palms and the tingling sensation, his eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, and then, there was a slight smile on the corners of his mouth, and his eyes filled with tenderness. Looking at her unsatisfactorily, she strengthened her heart.

Feng Aotian sucked the poisonous blood out, looked sideways, spit it out, and then continued. After repeated several times, when the blackness of her palm faded, she raised her eyes and looked at him, "Is there a poison pill on her body? "

"Hmm." No wind nodded.

Feng Aotian held his injured hand, with the other hand already in front of him, reached into his waist, untied a brocade bag, and then took out a white jade porcelain vase, "But this?"

"Yeah." No wind still answered lightly.

Feng Aotian poured out a pill and looked at him, "open your mouth."

No wind looked at her, opened his mouth obediently, Feng Aotian put the pill into his mouth, turned around, poured a cup of hot water, and handed it to him, "After taking it, he went to lie on the bed. "

No wind took the water glass, swallowed the pill, turned around, walked to the bed, took off his shoes, and lay quietly.

Feng Aotian stepped forward and sat aside, Jiang Jin was covered for him, "Just rest."

"Yeah." No wind started at the right time, but only faintly responded without speaking.

Feng Aotian saw that he closed his eyes and went to sleep, then got up and left the house.

She took a step, went to the medicine room and glanced at Mu Hanjin. Seeing him sitting cross-legged, resisting the poison with her internal strength, her stubborn expression made her feel distressed, she turned around and left the Feng Clan.

Wufeng stood in the dark, watching her leave. He leaned weakly against the cold wall, raised his eyes, looked at the moonlight in the mirror, and walked slowly into the house.

When Feng Aotian returned to the courtyard, Xing Wuyun and Meteor had just finished dinner. He raised his eyes and watched her enter. However, there were black blood stains on the corners of his mouth. His eyes were cold and he didn't care to be angry. , Standing in front of her, "Isn't there no wind? Why are you hurt?"

Feng Aotian looked at his anxious expression and smiled lightly, "Master is poisoned."

Xing Wuyun quickly raised his hand, covered her forehead, and looked anxiously, "Poisoned? What should I do then?"

Meteor stood on one side, looking at Xing Wuyun, and shook his head helplessly, "Holy Lord is invincible."

Xing Wuyun was taken aback for a moment, looking at Feng Aotian, "You..."

Feng Aotian held his hands and pouted the corners of his mouth, "I wiped it for the master."

Xing Wuyun looked at her helplessly, lowered his head, and wanted to kiss, but Feng Aotian avoided him, "This is poisonous blood, you are not dead."

Xing Wuyun snorted coldly, "Naturally it is necessary, but nowadays, the minister's hands are held by the emperor, except for the mouth and the feet, which one does the emperor let the minister use?"

Feng Aotian chuckled, "Okay, dare to make fun of him, and see how he cleans you up."

Xing Wuyun squeezed her hand and pulled her into his arms with a slight tugging. He lowered his head and looked at her, "The emperor wants to clean up the ministers, the ministers are willing."

Feng Aotian's eyes flickered, and he took out the silk kerchief from his arms and handed it to him, "I wiped it for the Lord."

Xing Wuyun raised his hand, gently wiped the dry blood from the corner of her mouth, then lowered his head and kissed her lips.

At this moment, Meteor has already hid the wine jar aside.

Wei Zimo just came back from the restaurant and got news early in the morning. Knowing that no wind had come back, he stepped up, and as soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw the two people embracing and kissing each other. His cold eyes flashed. After a smile, he slowly turned around and left the courtyard.

Xing Wuyun opened his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, "The emperor, I was seen by that vinegar jar."

Feng Aotian smiled, "Always get used to it."

Xing Wuyun hugged her, "His temper is too strong, if he gets used to it, I'm afraid it will take some time, he seems to be hiding something from his minister."

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "What's the matter?"

"If he didn't say it, the minister would naturally not be able to ask." Xing Wuyun whispered.

Feng Aotian's eyes sink slightly, and his fingertips run across his lips, "Go and see, Lord."

"Yeah." Xing Wuyun nodded, then watched Feng Aotian leave.

The meteor came out immediately and stood beside Xing Wuyun, "How about drinking with me tonight?"

"Okay." Xing Wuyun responded with a smile. Seeing his gluttonous appearance, he smiled and said, "Are you going to inherit my mantle?"

Meteor laughed, "If you are willing to give it to me."

Xing Wuyun smiled casually, took the lead, and walked up to the table. Meteor sat opposite him, couldn’t wait to open the seal, poured two cups, and handed it to Xing Wuyun, "One drunk, Fang Xiu."

"Wild fruit wine is not drunk, not to mention, I never pour a thousand cups." Xing Wuyun's mouth smiled, a pair of peach blossom eyes glowing with seductive light, and the gestures were full of romance, picked up the wine glass, and looked up chicly , Drank it all.

Meteor followed his look, raised his head and drank, with a smile on his face and exclaimed, "Good wine."

"Not bad." Xing Wuyun also nodded.

The dog was lying at the feet of the meteor, drooling constantly. This stinky boy even forgot about it.

Wei Zimo returned to the Floating Dream Palace with a sad expression, and when he walked to the hall, he saw Feng Aotian sitting on the soft couch earlier, enjoying tea.

He raised his eyes, met her smiling face, stepped forward slowly, sat beside her, picked up the tea she poured on the table, and drank it sideways.

Feng Aotian put down his tea cup and stared at him unsatisfactorily.

Wei Zimo remained silent, letting her watch, he poured another glass, and slowly tasted it.

Time passed slowly. I don't know how long it has passed. I just felt a cold wind blowing, lifting the hem of his veil. The red brocade robe moved with the wind, and his whole body exuded an indifferent and noble aura, without any movement.

Feng Aotian felt a stranger she had never had before, her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and her figure flashed, she pressed him under her body, her fingertips drew his veil, and she wanted to lift it off.

Wei Zimo clenched her hand, "Don't forget, you promised me."

Feng Aotian lowered his head, bit his lip through the veil, ran his fingertips across his wrist, unfastened the jade buckle on his waist, and tore his bright red brocade robe, even more violently. Wearing his trousers...

Wei Zimo didn't struggle for a while, just let her act recklessly, he just looked at her coldly.

Feng Aotian looked at him coldly, his eyes bursting with anger, "What are you doing?"

Wei Zimo suddenly used his arms, rolled over, and embraced her in his arms, looking down at her, the bright red brocade robe hung on his arms, and her condensed skin shined in the candlelight, revealing alluring The luster of the blue silk slipped on his chest, swaying thousands of styles. He slowly lowered his head and kissed her lips through the veil, holding his hands on both sides, but did not continue.

Feng Aotian could feel his suppressed emotions, she raised her hand, closed his brocade robe, wrapped her hands around his waist, pulled him into her arms, and stroked his back. "Are you hiding something from the Lord?"

Wei Zimo leaned in her arms, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly, "I have given you everything, what else can I hide?"

Feng Aotian met his eyes, "Don't lie to him."

Wei Zimo got up from her arms, leaving his clothes half-open, which was infinite reverie. He got down on the soft couch and walked to the inner hall.

Feng Aotian was reclining on the soft couch, watching him enter the screen, the sound of pattering water echoed in her ears, she squinted her eyes slightly, as if she had noticed something strange.

In a short while, I saw Wei Zimo walking out with green silk draped, his face still covered with a veil, the green silk was still wet, and the enchanting body was cold, and every step he took, there was a slight breeze.

He stood in front of her, motionless, just watching her silently.

Feng Aotian raised his hand, held his cold fingertips, and gently tugged, and he fell into her arms. She hugged him and felt that his body was already cold as water, and she drew him wet. The hair sticking behind you should be dried internally and stroked gently.

Wei Zimo leaned quietly in her arms, without a trace of struggling, just like a puppet, let her...

Feng Aotian put the blanket on him and looked at him, "Feeling tired?"

"Yeah." Wei Zimo nodded, "I'm tired."

Feng Aotian hugged him tightly and said softly, "If you are tired, you will rest in the arms of your father."

"Okay." Wei Zimo nodded. In the past few days, he has been feeling that something is wrong. Until yesterday, he found out what was wrong. However, he was unwilling to tell her, so he let all the suffering. People take it.

The next morning, when Feng Aotian woke up, Wei Zimo had already left. When she got up, she saw a piece of paper on the book table with the short words, "restaurant."

Feng Ao Tian got down on the soft couch, raised her eyes, and looked at the palace in front of her, her breath still remained. Her eyes sank, and she moved out of the floating dream palace. When she returned to the imperial palace, Lan Jingshu was early Already waiting in the hall.

She stepped forward, remembering that she pushed him away like that yesterday, turned and left, feeling a little guilty for him in her heart.

Lan Jingshu raised his eyes, his face was as gentle as jade, still with a faint soft light, he stepped forward and stood in front of her, "The minister sees the emperor."

Feng Aotian smiled, and embraced him, "He will never push you away in the future."

Lan Jingshu leaned in her arms and said warmly, "The emperor, the minister understands."

Feng Aotian hugged him tightly, sniffing the faint fragrance of his body, which made her feel the warm breath. She felt that she was too disappointed.

Lan Jingshu didn't have a slight complaint. He could understand her worry about Mu Hanjin yesterday. Although he didn't know what Mu Hanjin was suffering from, he could make her express the worry that she was yesterday. The look must be very serious. Compared to Mu Hanjin, he is too lucky, isn't he?

Feng Aotian took his hand, "Master will leave tomorrow, these days, the affairs of the court will be hard for you."

Lan Jingshu smiled and looked at her, "The minister will wait for the emperor to return."

"It's nice to have you by your side." Feng Aotian sighed heartily.

Lan Jingshu listened quietly, but felt warmer in her heart.

Xing Wuyun drank with Meteor all night, but he was not half drunk, Meteor looked at Xing Wuyun with a smile, "This wild fruit wine really suits me."

Xing Wuyun got up, stretched his arms, and slowly left the courtyard.

Hugging the wine jar like a meteor baby, turning his eyes, looking at Xing Wuyun's leaving figure, lowered his head, and met the vicious eyes of the dog, he hurriedly shrank his head, and ran away without a trace.

The dog snorted coldly, and ran after it. The remaining half of the altar belongs to it.

Xing Wuyun walked to the emperor's bedroom, and Feng Aotian was already properly dressed, ready to go to court.

Lan Jingshu raised his eyes to meet Xing Wuyun's gaze. He smiled and said, "Where are you fighting?"

Xing Wuyun also said with a smile, "Partial to the courtyard."

Lan Jingshu responded with a smile, "Drinking?"

"No wine, no joy." Xing Wuyun raised his eyebrows slightly, and then stood in front of Feng Aotian, "The emperor will come to the morning after the meeting, but go to see Mu Hanjin?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded.

"The minister went to see Zi Mo." Xing Wuyun looked at Feng Aotian, wanting to see something in her eyes.

Feng Aotian shook his head, meaning that he had not received any news.

Xing Wuyun smiled knowingly, the more so, the more it can be explained that the things Wei Zimo was hiding are very big.

Feng Aotian took Lan Jingshu's hand out of the Imperial Palace, and went straight to the Jinluan Palace.

Lan Jingshu looked at Feng Aotian, "The emperor, do you have something on your mind?"

Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at him, "In these days when you are away, go and see Wei Zimo when you have time."

Lan Jingshu nodded in response. Although he is not familiar with Wei Zimo, it might be unusual for the emperor to worry so much, "Yes."

The meteor rushed into the imperial dormitory, panting, and hurriedly hid behind Xing Wuyun, poking his head, watching the **** dog had fallen in front of him.

Xing Wuyun lowered his head and looked at the meteor, "Did you provoke it?"

"It's going to grab my baby." Meteor said, hugging the wine jar in his arms.

Xing Wuyun flashed, and easily avoided, "No wind is still there, you can let him brew it for you again."

Meteor looked at the divine dog with a fierce look. He smacked the corner of his mouth and looked at the wine jar in his arms. After struggling for a long time, he closed his eyes and placed the wine jar on the ground. "Take it."

Of course, the dog is not polite, so he swaggered out with the wine jar in his mouth.

Meteor raised his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, "Where will you go?"

"Go to the restaurant." Xing Wuyun walked into the inner hall by himself, washing up slowly.

The meteor leaned to one side, "Then I will go to the Wind Race later."

"Go." Xing Wuyun answered lightly.

Feng Ao went to the Wind Clan with Meteor in the early morning.

Wufeng is already in the medicine room and is giving Mu Hanjin an injection. She stepped forward and sat beside them, watching Mu Hanjin’s handsome face turned black, even with her arms. black.

She looked towards No Wind again, and he pressed his lips tightly, his palms were on Mu Hanjin's shoulders, and he was moving.

Meteor poked his head, glanced secretly, and then retreated obediently.

After a long time, Wufeng retracted his inner strength, raised his eyes, and looked at Feng Aotian, "Fortunately, the poison gas is sealed from my heart vein. Everything can only rely on his perseverance."

Feng Aotian turned his eyes to look at Mu Hanjin, his eyes condensed, "He will hold on."

When no wind got up, he felt a little dizzy. Today, he has lost too much internal strength. Upon seeing this, Feng Aotian quickly got up and helped him, "Go to the meeting."

"Yeah." Wufeng nodded, leaning in her arms, and slowly walked out.

Feng Aotian spread out his palms, and it seemed that the poison had dissipated, so he relaxed and helped him sit down in the courtyard.

Meteor has come over, looking at the calm expression, "When will you make wild fruit wine again?"

The windless eyes looked at his expectant eyes, "Is that jar finished?"

"Don't mention it." Meteor was heartbroken when he thought of this.

Without wind, he raised his eyes and saw that the **** dog was walking around, he smiled lightly, "I will make it when I go back."

"Okay." Meteor replied with a smile, sweeping away the previous haze, looking at the windless doglegs.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at the windless, "Can I eat breakfast too?"

"Yeah." No wind answered.

Feng Aotian looked at the sky, "If you need anything, just tell Qingfeng."

"Are you leaving tomorrow?" Wufeng raised his eyes and looked at her and asked.

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "The wedding day is coming soon."

Windless eyes flickered slightly, whispered, "I really envy others."

Meteor said quickly and flatteringly, "I'm so envious, I'm afraid it will be frightened then."

No wind smiled indifferently, "How can it be a fright if a beauty is in her arms? I am afraid it is too late for joy."

"That's because Ye Meixi still doesn't know the identity of the Holy Lord. If he knows, he will definitely be scared to death by his temperament." Meteor said smoothly.

Feng Aotian raised his hand and hit Meteor's head, "It seems you don't want to stay here anymore."

Meteor smiled, "Holy Lord, what do you say."

Feng Aotian looked at him, "I will go to Wuyue Country this time, and go with him."

"What?" the meteor screamed.

"Didn't you always want to go out?" Feng Aotian said reluctantly looking at Meteor's face.

Meteor knew that he had too much reaction, raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian with embarrassment, "That's because it was too boring before. Now, if there is wind and Xing Wuyun, it will naturally not be boring." /

"You are worried that after you go out, there will be no wild fruit wine to drink when you come back." Feng Aotian said carefully, breaking the meteor.

Meteor raised his eyes, looked at Feng Aotian, hugged his thigh, and shouted, "Holy Lord, you really understand meteors."

Feng Aotian pushed him away, "If the wild fruit wine is brewed again, it will take some time. Maybe when you come back, you will just open the seal."

"Hehe, that's too." Meteor responded with a grin.

No wind looked at the shooting star, "Well, I'm waiting for you to come back and unseal."

"Okay." Meteor responded with a smile, then turned around, and looked at the dog with a look of yearning. He squatted in front of the dog with a cold snort, "Nothing for you."

The dog snarled viciously, looked at the shooting star, and rushed forward.

Meteor looked at it and said quickly, "Don't you know how to bite?"

The dog snorted coldly, "The rabbit bites people in a hurry, let alone I am a dog."

Meteor stood up and ran away.

The sacred dog flashed and chased it out.

Feng Aotian looked at the meteor and the dog, and smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth, "It's really a pair of live treasures."

No wind just smiled faintly, looked at her, and said nothing.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "If you can't hold it, let Wuyun help you."

No wind looked at her, smiled lightly, "How do you know I can't hold it?"

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, lowered his head, and watched him put his hands on the stone table casually, his fingertips were white, and he was dressed in a snow-white brocade robe, indescribably detached from the world.

Wufeng met her looking eyes and chuckled, "What do you look at me doing like this?"

Feng Aotian touched his chin with his hands, and tweeted, "How did you live in the past?"

No wind raised her hand, poured two cups of tea, and handed it to her, "Are you interested in me?"

Feng Aotian picked up the cup and sipped it lightly, "As long as you are curious about your master, can't your master be curious about you?"

No wind put down the tea cup, took out the silk kerchief, took her hand over, carefully wiped the coolness of her palm, raised her eyes and looked at her, "Yes."

Feng Aotian put his hands away and looked at him with a smile, "It's kind of interesting."

"If it's interesting, it's good." No wind put away the silk kerchief, and continued to drink tea innocently.

The two of them didn't say much, Feng Aotian stayed with him until midday, when he saw the meteor walking in with dusty faces.

Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at him, "Have you been taught?"

Meteor raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian grievously, "Holy Lord, it bit Meteor’s butt."

"It's not the first time I bite. What can I feel wronged." Feng Aotian said coldly on the side.

Meteor raised his eyes and glared at Feng Aotian, "Then the Holy Lord will let him take a bite to try?"

"Does it dare to bite?" Feng Aotian said solemnly.

Meteor hurriedly shut up and muttered, "Don't dare."

"Okay, go wash and have lunch." Feng Aotian patted his little head and laughed.

Meteor knew that he couldn't find comfort in Feng Aotian, so he could only quietly hang his head and walk to the side.

The sacred dog walked in calmly, lying quietly beside Feng Aotian, without saying a word.

Feng Aotian accompanies No Wind for lunch, and then leaves the Feng Clan.

As soon as I entered the emperor's bedroom, my soul fell aside.

"Master, the three cities are also in a stalemate." Soul said from the side.

"It's okay, let Ajiu, Chiba, and Mu Han bluff and wait for the Lord to deal with everything himself." Feng Aotian said solemnly.

"Yes." The soul replied, and then said, "Master, Master Gu has successfully reached the capital of Caiguo, but he was hit by an arrow that day, and now he is not in good shape."

"It just hurts the arm, and the arrow is non-toxic, how can it be so?" Feng Aotian's eyes sank, "Could it be..."

"It seems that the left side has already started to do it." Soul replied in a low voice.

"Send someone to protect his safety in secret." Feng Aotian said sternly, "In the past few days, let Xin'er approach Ye Feng, and let the left minister place Xin'er beside him as soon as possible."

"Yes." The soul replied.

"What happened to Wuyue Kingdom?" Feng Aotian continued to ask.

"It is ready, only you can go." The soul replied in a low voice.

Feng Aotian smiled, "He can't wait."

The soul immediately replied, "The night servant concubine is really looking through the autumn water these days."

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and glanced at his soul, "When did you become so glib?"

The soul hurriedly bowed and said, "Subordinates know their mistakes."

Feng Aotian waved his hand and said, "Xia Luoyan did not return to Bei Liguo, but he seems to be in Wuyue Country."

"Why didn't the master solve her?" asked puzzled.

Feng Aotian's phoenix eyes narrowed, "It's not the time yet."

Lan Jingshu came back from the Metropolitan Procuratorate and just stepped into the imperial dormitory. He saw Feng Aotian exuding chills all over, and he immediately stepped up to her side.

Feng Aotian put away the chill, his soul bowed and retreated.

Lan Jingshu sat next to her, raised her hand, and gently rubbed her shoulders, "The emperor, what is the tricky thing?"

"It won't get in the way." Feng Aotian took him into his arms, pecked the corner of his lips, "Be with him tonight."

Lan Jing replied softly, "Yes."

Feng Aotian raised his hand and pressed it against his nose, "Are you not afraid that the Lord will eat you?"

Lan Jingshu hooked her neck and smiled lightly, "I can't ask for it."

Feng Aotian lowered his head, kissed his lips, and gently sucked in.

"Ahem!" With a cold cough, I saw Xing Wuyun leaning against the entrance of the hall, looking at the two in the hall, "It seems that the ministers are not here at the right time."

Feng Aotian still took Lan Jingshu into his arms, raised his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, "Where is Zi Mo?"

"He's still busy in the restaurant." Xing Wuyun stepped forward and sat beside her without any embarrassment. "The emperor will just go to the wedding, and the minister will find out what he is hiding from the minister. "

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, he could naturally hear the jealousy in his words, and smiled lightly, "Of course he is going to get married, and the wedding night in the bridal chamber..."

Xing Wuyun listened to Feng Aotian's words, with a small smile at the corners of his mouth, his eyes were full of peach blossoms, and his handsome face was even more romantic. He approached slightly and stared at Feng Aotian unsuccessfully. .

Feng Aotian met his eyes and chuckled, "Why, do you want to go to the ceremony?"

Xing Wuyun slowly got up, and then leaned on the soft couch, "The emperor may irritate the minister."

Feng Aotian looked sideways, looking at him seemingly lazy and cozy, but the anger hidden between her brows obviously revealed his emotions at the moment. She laughed again and took Lan Jingshu's hand. Get up.

Xing Wuyun's gaze followed her, inevitably turning sideways a little irritably and ignoring her.

Caiguo, Gu Yefeng leaned on the carriage and couldn't help coughing a few times. Listening to the noisy voices outside Kyoto, he didn't know why Zuo Xiang would let him into Beijing so blatantly?

The name of the cronies on the left side is Zhang Kui. He seems to be reckless, but he is thoughtful. He has been observing Gu Yefeng secretly along the way, and he really has some calculations in his heart.

When the carriage reached a quiet street, Gu Yefeng still closed his eyes, listening to the movements on both sides, he knew that now that he had left Feng Aotian's shelter, everything could only be done by himself.

The carriage came to a halt slowly, and Li Kui lifted the driving curtain and smiled honestly, "My son, here we are."

Gu Yefeng opened his eyes, coughed a few times, nodded slightly, and got out of the carriage and sat in a wheelchair with the help of his hands.

He raised his eyes and looked at the house in front of him. It was not the Zuoxiang’s mansion, but a secluded house. He was pushed in. It seemed impermanent outside, but there was a master guard in secret. Although he didn’t know martial arts, he did. , Can also guess one or two.

Li Kui led the way, and there was someone pushing the wheelchair behind him. He raised his hand, covered the corners of his mouth with a silk kerchief, and coughed slightly with his head down, actually observing the surroundings.

In the house, there are guards everywhere. When I saw him, there was no respect for him. Instead, he raised his head and looked straight ahead. Obviously, these people were strictly trained.

When I walked to the front hall, I saw an elder standing outside the hall. When I saw him, he walked up excitedly, tears bursting into tears, "The old minister welcomes the young man."

Gu Yefeng looked at him with a genial smile. He remembered that the emperor's secret letter to him contained the origin and temperament of this person. This person is definitely an old fox with great ambition.

"You don't need to be polite to the left." Gu Yefeng responded calmly.

Zuo Lianlian hurriedly wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeves, and said with a smiling face, "Little son, this is the house specially prepared for you by the old minister, which may have aroused suspicion from others, so he had to feel wronged to live here for a while. "

"It's okay." Gu Yefeng replied lightly, "In the future, my son will rely more on the left."

"The youngest son is really a veteran of Zhesha." Zuo Lian said tremblingly, very respectfully.

Gu Yefeng stopped talking, but nodded slightly, and was pushed into the lobby.

Then I saw a woman in an emerald green dress and hired Tingting to come in. There were thousands of styles between her eyebrows and eyes. Gu Yefeng recognized who she was at a glance and forced herself to raise her eyes. His eyes stared unsatisfactorily.

Xin'er raised her eyes, met the eyes of Gu Yefeng, and looked down shyly, holding the tea cup in her hand, standing beside Gu Yefeng, filling the tea, and then stepping back behind Zuoxiang.

The Zuoxiang saw Gu Yefeng's expression, his old eyes flashed, he stroked his beard, and laughed, "Xin'er, I haven't seen the little son yet."

"Yes." Xin'er responded obediently, with light footsteps, standing in front of Gu Yefeng, stunned, "Xin'er has seen Xiao Shizi."

Gu Yefeng imagined the woman in front of him as Feng Aotian, staring straight at him, not speaking for a long time.

The left side converges on the calculation in his eyes, immediately understands it, and then whispers, "Little son?"

Gu Yefeng slowly retracted his gaze, and quickly responded, "This girl is?"

"It's the veteran's daughter." Zuo Xiang responded with a smile.

"Oh." Gu Yefeng took a peek at Xin'er again, and then said, "I didn't expect Zuoxiang to have such a beautiful daughter."

When I heard the left, he smiled again, "Little Shizi praised him."

"My son never tells lies." Gu Yefeng put down the tea cup and said sternly.

Seeing him like this, Zuoxiang strengthened his calculations and quickly responded, "You can live here with peace of mind, and Xin'er will take care of all these days of life."

Gu Yefeng quickly showed an undesirable smile, "Then there is a lot of money."

Zuo Lianlian hurriedly agreed with a smile, "This is the blessing of Nai Xiner."

Immediately, he gave Xin'er a wink, Xin'er hurriedly stepped forward, slightly blessed, "Xin'er will take good care of the youngest son."

"Okay, okay." Gu Yefeng smiled and said with a sigh of relief in his heart, thinking that he was so troubled at the beginning. In the future, I am afraid that he will have to be more careful. His move is Feng Aotian specially taught him, he practiced all night, and fortunately he didn't show up.

Xin'er stood on one side obediently, and when she saw the situation, she retired with busy affairs.

That night, Xiner stayed in Gu Yefeng's room.

Gu Yefeng raised his eyes to look at Xin'er who was sleeping on the soft couch, but he didn't feel the slightest sleepiness.

Xin'er listened to someone approaching outside, hurriedly stepped away, fell on the side of the bed, looked at Gu Yefeng sleeping on the inside, then lowered the curtain, then hid on one side, shaking the bed, yelling in disbelief. "Little Shizi...um...don't..."

Gu Yefeng lay on the inside, watching Xin'er, who was standing next to the bed, constantly shaking the curtains and stepping on the bed again. He was stunned, thinking that the woman under the emperor was really tough.

After the figure left, Xin'er stopped panting, turned around, and stared at Gu Yefeng, looking at her in astonishment.

Xin'er gave a dry cough and smiled, "Don't be offended by Master Gu."

Gu Yefeng retracted his gaze, turned his head quickly, but touched the wound, and couldn't help but let out a low cry.

Xin'er quickly took out a silk kerchief from her arms, put it on his wrist, grasped her pulse, her eyes became cold, "Master Gu, have you been poisoned?"

Gu Yefeng was taken aback, but not stupid, and then said, "They just want to control me."

"It's okay, fortunately, this poisonous slave and maid can solve it." Xin'er breathed a sigh of relief, then turned around, walked to the soft couch, took off her clothes and flew away.

Gu Yefeng watched her leave, lowered his head, and looked at the arm in his hand, his mouth curled up with a faint smile, as long as he could help her, this injury was nothing.

After a while, Xin'er fell to the ground, then stepped forward, holding a porcelain bottle in her hand, she poured out one pill and handed it to him, "Master Gu, take this pill, it will detoxify, but it will Let them discover."

"Okay." Gu Yefeng took the pill, and after swallowing, he saw Xin'er took out another sachet and handed it to him, "This is what the master asked the slave to give you. It seems to be innocuous with the ordinary sachet. , But it has the effect of avoiding drugs. If someone asks about it, Mr. Gu will say that this is a gift from the slave and maidservant."

"Yeah." Gu Yefeng took the sachet and looked at the bamboo leaf embroidered on it. With a smile at the corner of his mouth, he put it in his heart, as if he could feel her breath.

Xin'er stepped back slowly and lay on the soft couch again.

Gu Yefeng held the sachet tightly, and fell asleep with a smile on his mouth.

In the morning of the next day, Xin'er got up, then walked to the bed, took out a piece of silk kerchief, cut her hand, dripping blood on the quilt, she immediately messed up the bed, and then she went to her side. Lie on one side, whispered, "Master Gu wants to be wronged."

Gu Yefeng was already awakened, looking at Xin'er who was facing him, and then he heard the door opened and a woman came in.

Xin'er sat up sleepily and saw that the curtain was lifted. She raised her eyes to look at the incoming person, and quickly shyly put the brocade quilt over her body, sideways, and glanced at Gu Yefeng.

Gu Yefeng hurriedly piled up a smile, then sat up, his dress half-open, he took advantage of the situation to untie it, and the act was realistic.