This Lord is Too Cruel: 231 Master is mighty

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"What are you talking about?" Xing Wuyun glanced at him irritably, and then said, "I don't believe it. I really can't help him."

Wei Zimo gave a light smile, then raised his eyes and looked into the distance, "It was not destined in the morning."

"There should be a way if there is no wind." Xing Wuyun said lightly, looking out along Wei Zimo's figure, with a thoughtful appearance.

When Feng Aotian landed on the Wind Clan, she went to the medicine room and saw Mu Hanjin sitting cross-legged, her complexion was extremely poor and her breath was weak. She sat opposite him distressedly, raising her hand slightly to be light Caressing the already thin face, but still holding back his hand, "Do you miss my master?"

Mu Hanjin's slender eyelashes quivered slightly, but she still didn't say a word. Feng Aotian knew that he could get it, but he couldn't divide his heart, but sat quietly beside him and accompanied him .

Time passed slowly, until late at night, Feng Aotian reluctantly left. When he returned to the Imperial Palace, he saw Wufeng was already waiting for her.

Lan Jingshu also sat aside, raised his eyes to see her back, and stood up to meet her.

Feng Aotian shook his hand and whispered in a low voice, "Is it all over?"

"Yeah." Lan Jingshu nodded slightly and leaned against her arms. The two slowly stepped forward and sat on the soft couch on one side.

"It looks like there is a result." Feng Aotian looked towards Wufeng and said in a deep voice when he saw his calm expression.

Xing Wuyun and Wei Zimo also rushed over at this time, and then sat on one side, the hall was very quiet.

No wind raised his eyes to look at Feng Aotian, "It's bone-eroding* powder."

"Huh?" Feng Aotian's eyes sank, and he looked sideways at Wei Zimo who was sitting on his side. His expression was still cold and indifferent, without any waves.

No wind continued, "This poison is colorless and tasteless. Sprinkle it on a specific place. If it is frequently touched, it will seep into the skin. At first, it will only be covered with a rash. After another month, Those rashes will spread all over the body and eventually ulcerate and die."

"Very badly." Xing Wuyun couldn't help groaning.

Wei Zimo raised his eyes to look at Feng Aotian, but there was no panic or astonishment. From the time he knew the poisoning began, he has not had any reaction.

Feng Aotian knows his inner pain, she looks at Wufeng, "Can there be a solution?"

"Yes." Wufeng said lightly.

Feng Aotian's eyes gleamed slightly, and then asked, "How to solve it?"

"According to his birth date, choose a good and auspicious day to break the body." Wufeng raised his eyes to look at Feng Aotian, and said in a low voice.

Xing Wuyun was startled, couldn't help but glanced at Wei Zimo, and then said, "It's that simple?"

"It's not easy." Wufeng continued, "I counted according to his birth date. The best day to break his body is the eighth day of the next month. That day is the first day of winter. He His body is already cold. If he breaks that day, he will definitely not be able to bear it. What's more, by that time, his whole body has festered..."

"This is what Gong Yimin wants to see, isn't it?" Xing Wuyun heard Wufeng's words, "He just wants to see, even if his skin is ulcerated, will the emperor want him, Looking at the full body...will it detoxify him."

Wei Zimo got up unhurriedly, and left the bedroom without a word.

"According to his extremely clean temperament, he does not allow a slight flaw on his body, but now he has to endure the rashes on his body and the appearance of seeing himself become ugly. That arrogant temperament, I am afraid that he can't bear it, and he is even more unlikely to let you see his shocking appearance." Xing Wuyun looked at the figure of Wei Zimo slowly leaving, feeling lost.

Feng Aotian doesn't know, but he has to keep going, how can she dislike it?

She slowly got up, stepped out of the Emperor's Sleeping Hall step by step, and unknowingly walked beside him. The two didn't say anything, just walked forward.

Xing Wuyun got up, leaned against the threshold, and said quietly, "He is so proud of his temper, I'm afraid he would rather die than..."

No wind got up and stood beside him, "What if he doesn't want to die?"

Xing Wuyun remembered what he said this afternoon, and knew that he had already made a decision. Even if he didn't want to die, he didn't want to let his beloved see his ugly appearance, "He is too stubborn."

Wufeng knows why Xing Wuyun said that. The occurrence of such a thing was unexpected but within Gong Yimin's expectation. Wei Zimo felt more painful than them.

Lan Jingshu stepped forward and stood there too, "In fact, the most painful and sad is the emperor."

Xing Wuyun nodded slightly, "Yes, what we experienced, she also feels the same."

Feng Aotian knew Wei Zimo's pride, and knew that he would definitely not wait until that day, but how could she be willing to leave him by her side? After so many hardships, she didn't want to let them happen any more.

She approached him and held his hand tightly, but it was icy cold. She pinched his fingertips and whispered, "You forgot what you said to your master that night?"

"No." Wei Zimo whispered.

"Wait for the Lord to come back and stay by your side." Feng Aotian looked at him sideways and said in a low voice.

"No." Wei Zimo stopped and looked at her in front of the wind. He raised his hand slightly and stroked her face with a very soft tone, "If you stay by my side, I don’t even think about it."

Feng Aotian squeezed his hand, stepped forward to hug him, and whispered, "The master will not guard you, but you must promise that no matter how painful you are, you will continue to support him."

"Okay." Wei Zimo replied softly, "Aren't you still going to Caiguo? These days, you are so rushing, go back and rest earlier."

"Master will be with you tonight." Feng Ao was naturally afraid of his random thoughts.

"I want to be alone." Wei Zimo let go of her hand and smiled, "Don't worry, I will be fine."

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, and the cinnabar between his eyebrows was swiped with his fingertips. It turned out to be such a peerless elegance. She could not imagine that he would face his body ulcer every day. It takes much courage to bear it.

Wei Zimo took a step back and whispered, "Go."

After he said, he turned around and walked towards the Floating Dream Palace, while Feng Aotian stood there, watching the bright red figure slowly disappear into the night, until her eyes were blurred.

Wei Zimo didn’t know how he returned to the bedroom. When he entered the hall, he slowly stepped into the inner hall, sitting in front of the bronze mirror, looking at his face under the veil, fingertips He stroked tremblingly, but raised his voice and laughed, his cold eyes shot a cold stern, raised his hand and smashed the bronze mirror in front of him, blood was dripping from his fingertips, but he could not feel any pain.

Feng Aotian stood in the dark and watched the scene in front of her, but she did not dare to step forward to stop it. If she were to see him like this, she was afraid he would collapse.

Her eyes are cold and severe, Gong Yimin, do you think that will make me give them up?

She turned around suddenly and explained to the soul in the dark, "If the order is passed down, there shouldn't be any bronze mirrors within one mile of his place. Even if it is a pond or a lake, he will have to fill it up. ."

"Yes." The soul replied in a deep voice.

Feng Aotian walked in the wind, and returned to the emperor's bedroom with a strong anger. Xing Wuyun and Wufeng did not leave, and Lan Jingshu was also guarding.

She raised her eyes to look at Xing Wuyun, "In these days, you will guard him every step of the way. Don't allow him to make any mistakes. All things that can look good are put away for him."

"Okay." Knowing Feng Aotian's suppressed anger, Xing Wuyun stepped forward and took her into his arms, stroked her back, comforted her, "rest assured, I will take care of him."

Feng Aotian understands the friendship between Xing Wuyun and Wei Zimo. They are all people who have the same disease. She is at ease with him by Wei Zimo.

Wufeng stood on one side and saw Feng Aotian's cherishment for them. He was very envious. This is why he treats her alone. Sometimes, liking someone doesn’t need any reason. But sometimes, falling in love with someone needs a good reason.

Feng Aotian looked towards Wufeng and left Xing Wuyun's embrace, "Han Jin's place..."

"I understand." Wufeng nodded slightly and responded calmly.

Feng Aotian also nodded gently to him, "You have been tired for a day too, go back and rest earlier."

"Okay." Wufeng nodded in response, then turned and left the emperor's bedroom.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Lan Jingshu, "Let's take a shower."

Lan Jingshu paused slightly, nodded lightly, and turned back into the inner hall.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, "Are you staying with you, or going back?"

Xing Wuyun leaned against Feng Aotian's neck and whispered, "The minister will not disturb the emperor's good deeds."

Feng Aotian listened to his words, raised his hand and pinched his waist, smiled and said, "I will wait for the Lord to take a shower later."

Xing Wuyun looked sideways at Lan Jingshu who was entering the screen in the inner hall, and whispered, "When is the emperor going to tell him?"

Feng Aotian smiled lightly, "Anyway, he has seen his master wearing women's clothing. When he is busy these days, he will be compensated."

When Xing Wuyun heard this, he became displeased, "Then the emperor didn't think about compensating the minister?"

"I will compensate you later." Feng Aotian raised his hand and pinched his chin, leaned forward, and took a bite on his lips.

Xing Wuyun pushed her away, then turned and walked outside the hall, "The minister is still worried that he is in the Floating Dream Palace alone, so he won't disturb the emperor tonight."

Feng Aotian knew his temperament, and either stayed alone with her or left.

She didn't stop, watching him slowly stepping out of the Imperial Palace, she turned around amusedly and entered the inner hall.

Lan Jingshu is taking a bath, and there are light footsteps in her ears, the mist sprayed on his handsome face, stained with a touch of attractive pink, he gently pours water, and the drops of water slide across his neck. Dropped on the water.

Feng Aotian leaned on his side, leaning against the screen with an evil face, staring at him evilly.

Lan Jingshu hung his head quickly, obviously at a loss. Although she hasn't been watched like this once or twice, she is still a little shy.

Feng Aotian stepped forward, put his hands on both sides of the bathtub, and approached him slightly, "It's not that I never let the master look at it."

Lan Jingshu hit her cold eyes, and his face burned even more fiercely. He put his hands on his chest unnaturally, and he said, "The emperor, the minister..."

Feng Aotian couldn't allow him to continue, and leaned forward again, and kissed his lips, gently sucking in.

Lan Jingshu's eyes flashed with panic, feeling the familiar taste, and raised her hands from the water, unconsciously wrapping her neck.

Feng Aotian raised his hand and hugged him out of the tub, kissed, turned and left the screen, then put him on the dragon couch, bullying him up.

At this moment, Lan Jingshu's body is stained with water drops, the blue silk is sticking to his body, and his body is even hotter. He closes his eyes slightly, looks at the handsome face in front of him through the faint light, and mutters softly. , "The emperor..."

Feng Aotian wrapped his smooth body in a large outer robe, raised his body slightly with both hands, pulled out the adhered blue silk, dried it with internal force, bowed his head, and kissed his eyebrows lightly.

Lan Jingshu feels that his whole body is piping hot now, and it makes him feel more emotional than any previous intimacy. He put his hands on her waist nervously, and shouted, "The emperor... "

Feng Aotian kissed his lips lightly, smiled lightly, "The taste is still the same."

Lan Jingshu quivered her eyelashes shamefully, and asked in a low voice, "What's the smell?"

"You can't put it down." Feng Aotian said, pecked a few more times, then sat up and covered the brocade on his body, "Wait for the Lord."

"Yeah." Lan Jingshu panted low, wrapped tightly in the quilt, but kept looking at her figure.

Feng Aotian walked slowly to the dragon couch after taking a bath, and saw that Lan Jingshu had closed her eyes and fell asleep. She must have been exhausted enough during these days, she caressed his eyebrows with affection. , Lying gently on one side, embracing him in his arms, hugging him to sleep together.

Early the next morning, when Feng Aotian woke up, she saw Lan Jingshu as usual, looking at her with her eyes open, she smiled and pinched his nose, "When did you wake up?"

"Suitable." Lan Jing said in a warm voice, suddenly got into her arms, wrapped her hands around her waist, "The emperor is leaving today?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian heard the nostalgia in his words, she aroused the blue silk on his chest and said softly, "Wait for the Lord to come back."

"The minister understands." Lan Jingshu raised his eyes to look at her, stepped forward slightly, and kissed her lips.

Feng Aotian chuckled, "Master Jingshu has learned to take the initiative now."

Lan Jing was slightly drunk in writing, then sat up and got off the dragon couch.

Feng Aotian turned sideways and watched him wash and dress by himself, then looked at her sideways, "The emperor, surrender to you."

She sat up slowly, raising her arms, "Huh?"

Lan Jingshu stepped forward slowly, raised her hand and shook her hand. As soon as her wrist moved, he fell into her arms and she lifted his chin, "Kissed him, just like this Gone?"

Lan Jingshu raised her eyes to meet her smiling eyes, "The emperor wants to get it back?"

"That's natural." Feng Aotian lowered his head, then pressed his lips again.

"It seems that the emperor has been very angry these few days." Xing Wuyun's gloomy voice sounded, leaning on one side of his mouth and slightly aroused. Those peach eyes were very charming, just looking at her like this.

Feng Aotian was holding Lan Jingshu's hand to the dragon couch. Lan Jingshu had already blushed, lowered his head, and waited for her to wash and wear properly before stepping out of the inner hall.

Xing Wuyun stood on one side and looked at her, "The emperor looks so good today."

Feng Aotian nodded and said, "The beauty is on the side, naturally refreshing."

While speaking, I didn't forget to take Lan Jingshu into his arms, lowered his head and stole another incense.

Xing Wuyun's mouth raised a beautiful arc, "When will the emperor leave?"

"Stop breakfast." Feng Aotian said, looking up at Xing Wuyun, "What happened to Zi Mo?"

"Stayed up all night." Xing Wuyun converged his cynical appearance and sighed quietly, "I left the palace and went to the restaurant early in the morning."

"He deliberately avoided the Lord." Feng Aotian looked at him with a cold eyes and said.

"Yeah." Xing Wuyun said, looking at her, "I will look at him later."

"Winter will begin next month." Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at the late autumn sky, "This winter, I am afraid that there are many things to be done and many things to be put on hold."

"The emperor can go forward without worry, there are still officials and Jingshu in this capital." Xing Wuyun knew what Feng Aotian was worried about, stepped forward and held her hand and looked at her with a smile.

Feng Aotian squeezed his hand and whispered, "Yes, fortunately there are you."

Simply stopped breakfast, Lan Jingshu went to the Metropolitan Police House, and Xing Wuyun went to the restaurant.

Feng Aotian went to the side courtyard and was just in time for the windless to leave to go to the Feng Clan. She looked at him standing in the courtyard, and she was still so calm and breezy, she curled her lips and smiled. "Master will go with you."

"Okay." Wufeng responded with a smile, and the two flew away from the palace.

When the two of them arrived at the Wind Clan, they went to the medicine room. No wind came forward. They checked Mu Hanjin's situation first, then stood up and looked at her, "It should be possible to last a while. Don't worry, I am here, he will be fine."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded slightly, stepped forward and lifted his hand, the black air in his palm faded, but two small spots were left. She looked at him, "You too Good for yourself."

"Hmm." Wufeng responded with a smile, and shook her hand, "Be careful on the road."

Feng Aotian smiled and looked at him, "Okay."

No wind released her hand, smiled lightly, "Go."

Feng Aotian just nodded slightly, turned around and left the Wind Clan.

Wufeng leaned against the door on one side, watching her leaving, turning to look at Mu Hanjin, "If you can make it through, it will be the day she comes back."

Xing Wuyun stood with his hands behind his back, standing outside the bead curtain, looking at Wei Zimo sitting inside, but now he is still busy, he suddenly turned around, pressed his chin with a loud noise, and said, "You look like this. Are you planning to give up?"

Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at him, "Do you want me to wait until the day when my body festers and lie on the bed and let her watch?"

Xing Wuyun's eyes dimmed, "If you are like this, don't you fit Gong Yimin's heart?"

"But I can't pass this level of my own." Wei Zimo sighed weakly, "I don't want to die, let alone let her see my ugly appearance. This is more painful than letting me die."

"Have you ever thought about it, after you and her... after rounding up the room, you can detoxify and return to the previous appearance." Xing Wuyun patiently persuaded.

"But, I never want her to see my rotting appearance." Wei Zimo squeezed the fine Zhubi with his fingertips.

Xing Wuyun leaned weakly to the side, "Aren't you afraid of her sadness?"

Wei Zimo raised his head, the corners of his eyes were moist, and after holding it for a long time, it was a strong depression. Now he can no longer control it. He shed two rows of clear tears, moistened with his veil, and slid down his cheeks. The slender neck was cut on his body like two knives.

He whispered, "I don't want to lose her, let alone leave her, so I will tolerate this ugly appearance."

Xing Wuyun leaned to one side, looking sideways at Wei Zimo in the bead curtain. His depressed pain was finally released. He Jin clenched his fist and wished to go to Yuluo country at this moment and beat him hard. A gong yimin.

He sighed softly, "There is hope when you live, and there is nothing left when you die."

Wei Zimo condensed his mind, he sneered, "I want to live too, I don't want to be more eager than now."

Such a day, ten days have passed, Feng Aotian rushed to Caiguo not far away. This is the first time she came to Caiguo. Seeing the extravagant scene in front of her, she really responded to the poem. , "Zhumen wine and meat are smelly, and there are starving bones on the road."

She naturally went to Furong Pavilion as the first step. Cuiwu learned the news that she was coming early in the morning. Now that she saw her, she greeted her with a smile, "The slave and maid greeted the master."

Feng Aotian looked at the slightly lively Cuiwu in front of him, and smiled, "I still have this impatient temperament now."

Cuiwu chuckled her lips and smiled, "The master laughed at the slave and maid again."

Feng Aotian stood on the rooftop, looked at the restaurant opposite, and remembered Wei Zimo. Her phoenix eyes were dim, and then she said, "What special things are happening in Caiguo now?"

"The others are nothing special, but tomorrow is the day of the emperor's draft." Cuiwu whispered back.

"Draft?" Feng Aotian ticked the corner of his mouth, "It's interesting."

Cuiwu raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian's mouth with an evil smile, "Does the master want to take a bath or go directly to the palace?"

"No hurry." Feng Aotian said, turning around slowly, "Prepare bath soup for the master, and the master must take a break first."

"Yes." Cuiwu replied in a low voice, and then went to prepare.

After washing and bathing, Feng Aotian simply used food, and then took a nap in the Furong Pavilion. She dared not go to the palace until the night was quiet.

The palace of Caiguo is naturally much more majestic than the palace of Fengqiguo, with gilt and green tiles and towering palaces. She easily avoided the guards in the palace and landed in the Qinghe Palace.

Gu Yefeng was lying on the dragon couch. When he wanted to go to bed, he felt a cold wind blowing. He raised his eyes vigilantly and saw a dark figure standing beside the dragon couch.

He seemed to feel the familiar breath, suddenly sat up from the dragon couch, raised his eyes and looked at her, "The emperor..."

Feng Aotian leaned over slightly, blinked his eyes, curled his lips and smiled, "I look thinner."

Gu Yefeng opened his arms, hugged her, and took a deep breath, "I miss you so much."

Feng Aotian sat on the dragon couch and hugged him, feeling his heartbeat a little eagerly, "How is the arm injury?"

"It's okay." Gu Yefeng raised his eyes, met those cold eyes, and whispered, "When did the emperor arrive?"

"It's midday." Feng Aotian responded with a smile, and stepped onto the dragon couch, pressing him underneath him, and stroking his eyebrows lightly in the light of the moon, "It looks like an emperor. "

Gu Yefeng hugged her tightly, "Chen would rather be the one by your side."

Feng Aotian pressed his forehead, "When did he become so talkative?"

"Does the emperor want to be a minister these days?" Gu Yefeng moved closer, sucking in the unique fragrance of her body, and actively stamping her lips on her lips.

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and couldn't help asking, "I've become more proactive."

Gu Yefeng snorted coldly, "The minister always takes the initiative."

Feng Aotian said, "What's the matter with the draft?"

Gu Yefeng chuckled, "Didn't the emperor say to let the minister secretly win over the right person? Isn't this the best chance for the draft?"

"That's what I said, I didn't want you to be with others..." Feng Aotian gritted his teeth, and the warning was full.

Gu Yefeng rubbed her neck, "What can I do with this body?"

Feng Aotian said coldly, "If you can do something, are you going to do it?"

"If you can do anything, the first thing the minister will do is to fall down on the emperor." Gu Yefeng raised his head slightly and looked at her with a smile. The clear eyes appeared brighter in the moonlight.

Feng Aotian bit his lip, "This is pretty much the same."

She painted his eyebrows and whispered, "Master will make you stand up again."

Gu Yefeng thought, and looked at her, "The emperor found a way?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, and then looked at him, "Tomorrow, after you draft, the day after tomorrow, the master will relieve you of the poison. You only need to exercise hard and patiently adjust, within three months Will stand up."

"Okay." Gu Yefeng replied excitedly. Being able to stand up again and walk like an ordinary person is something he has dreamed of all his life.

Feng Aotian embraced Gu Yefeng and lay quietly on the dragon couch, slowly falling asleep.

This night was the night Gu Yefeng slept the most after he came to Caiguo. When he woke up the next day, Feng Aotian had long since disappeared. Could it be that there was a Jinpa beside him, he really thought he was doing it. A sweet dream.

With a small smile on his mouth, under the service of the eunuch, he put on his dragon robe, and after the early morning, he went to Changping Palace. After the selection, the show girl stood down with her head down, and the **** chief read With her name and family background, Gu Yefeng read them one by one, and then left the compliments. These were all women who had been decided in advance, and then they were given titles.

When Gu Yefeng returned to Qinghe Palace, he saw Xin'er was already waiting outside the palace.

He raised his eyes to look at Xin'er, acting very gentle. When the two entered the bedroom, Xin'er bowed his head and said, "The emperor saw the master last night?"

"Yeah." Gu Yefeng hadn't been so happy for a long time, with an uncontrollable smile on his lips.

Xin'er smiled and said, "The master let the slave and maid look at you in case you are rubbed by other women."

Gu Yefeng was stunned, but his heart was full of sweetness, but he remembered the daughter of the right-signature, "Tonight, I naturally want to turn over the brand, and I have named the female of the right-signature as Wan noble concubine. If you don’t go, you must It will cause dissatisfaction from the right side, and suspicion from the left side, but if you go..."

"The emperor can rest assured." Xin'er said with a small smile, "you will quietly sprinkle this on her silk kerchief at that time, and you will be safe."

"What is this?" Gu Yefeng asked in a low voice, looking at the porcelain bottle in his hand.

"This medicinal powder can make people lose their minds temporarily, thinking that they have experienced the joy of fish and water with her sweetheart..." Xin'er said in a low voice, her eyes sly.

When Gu Yefeng heard this, his sword eyebrows furrowed, "I knew earlier that she actually belongs to another person, in case she shows her feet..."

Xin'er said quickly, "The emperor doesn't need to worry, just leave it to the servants."

"Yeah." Gu Yefeng nodded.

That night, Gu Yefeng turned over Wan Guifei's sign, and while she was going to change her clothes, she sprinkled powder on her Jinpa. When she had the effect of the medicine, Xin'er walked in, and then, Let Gu Yefeng hide on one side.

Xin'er was wearing a dragon robe and lying on the bed, while Concubine Wan regarded her as her sweetheart, and kept calling that person's name softly, and even more hands on her.

Gu Yefeng hid on one side, listening to the voice coming from the bed, he thought of Feng Aotian, couldn't help but feel like a horse, his complexion crimson, he quickly stabilized his mind, and simply covered his ears.

The next day it was not dawn, Xin'er dragged her tired body off the bed. Her clothes were disheveled. She was obviously choked with tossing. She turned around and glanced at the woman sleeping soundly on the bed, and then cut herself off again. The wrist dripped blood on the Jinpa, took a deep breath, wiped the sweat on his forehead, reorganized his clothes, looked at Gu Yefeng, "The emperor should leave earlier."

"Yeah." Gu Yefeng nodded. After Xin'er flew away, he cleared his throat, tugged his clothes, and stepped out of the inner hall, pushing the wheelchair, waiting to see the door. The eunuch, "Come here."

The **** hurriedly responded, walked in, bowed his head and waited for Gu Yefeng to wash and wear, but he left the bedroom in time and went to the morning court.

The news that Concubine Wan was favored spread all over the harem, and Xin'er entered her bedroom and saw Feng Aotian drinking tea comfortably.

Xin'er was crying and standing in front of Feng Aotian, "Master, next time there is such a thing, you should ask me to be smart."

Feng Aotian saw that she lifted her own wrist, there were scratches on her wrist, and traces of being bitten on her neck, she couldn't help thinking about it, curled her lips and smiled, "This graceful concubine is very interesting." /

Xin'er pouted the corners of her mouth, "Yeah, the servant girl was almost tossed to death by her. The key is that the powder is too powerful. She kept calling the name of her lover, but she used her hands on the servant girl..." Therefore, Xiner felt more wronged, but her innocent body was occupied by a woman, and she was really panicked.

Feng Aotian smiled happily, "What is the name of that lover?"

"He is a disciple of the right, but also a young and promising young talent." Xin'er said with a smile.

"Where are you working now?" Feng Aotian asked immediately.

"His name is Su Sheng, and he is now an Inspector Yushi." Xin'er replied in a low voice.

"A few days later, it will be your birthday. Let Ye Feng host a palace banquet. Do you know what to do?" Feng Aotian continued.

"The slave girl understands." Xin'er quickly responded with a smile, but remembering the crime she suffered, how could she get it back.

Feng Aotian stood up leisurely, "You rest well, Lord, go see Lord's beauty."

Xin'er is slightly blessed, "Yes."

Feng Aotian smiled happily, and then flew away.

Xin'er sighed helplessly, then stepped into the screen.

Gu Yefeng returned to Qinghe Palace after he went to court early. Now, he has handed over the redemption to the prime ministers of the left and right. He has no officials and is lighthearted, so he just stays in his own palace.

As soon as he walked into the palace, he saw Feng Aotian was already waiting for him.

His mouth is full of smiles. He has never left her side before. Although he thinks of her in his heart, he hardly wants to say it. But now, at such a distance from her, even if he is so far away from her, he still cannot see him. When he arrived, he finally understood, and he wanted to say if he missed her.

He pushed the wheelchair to her side and held her hand. "The minister thought the night before was a dream."

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at Gu Yefeng with a smile and said, "It's getting more painful now."

Gu Yefeng spread her palm and rubbed it carefully, "How many days will the emperor stay here?"

"Stay for a few more days, wait for the master to remove the poison for you, and accompany you for a few more days, then go." Feng Aotian picked him up from the wheelchair, then walked to the dragon bed and lowered the curtain. Raising his hand, he began to tear his dragon robe.

Gu Yefeng raised his eyes and looked at her, his face turned reddish, "My lord, you are too anxious."

Feng Aotian only took care of his clothes, and whispered, "The time is good now, how can we not hurry?"

"Blue sky and white sun, too slutty." Gu Yefeng lowered his head and said in shame.

Feng Aotian paused slightly, raised his eyes and looked at him, knowing that he wanted to be awkward, but he didn't click, and then slowly approached him, spraying a thin breath, "This matter should be sooner than later."

Gu Yefeng buried his head lower and whispered, "That's too early."

Feng Aotian has already taken off his clothes, "It's not early at all."

As she said, she took out the silver needles she had prepared, and then sat cross-legged. With a movement of her palms, she sucked the three tea cups beside her and placed them beside her, looking up at him. , "If it hurts later, bear with it and not let people outside hear it."

"Yeah." Gu Yefeng didn't pay attention to Feng Aotian's series of actions, thinking he was telling him...

Feng Aotian then picked up two silver needles and pierced them into the acupuncture points on his shoulders. Gu Yefeng felt a pain. Then he lifted his eyes and saw Feng Aotian's movements. He blushed and whispered. Said, "The emperor, this is..."

"It's really cute." Feng Aotian couldn't help but smiled, leaning forward and biting on his lips. "Now, hold your breath, don't have any distracting thoughts."

"Yeah." Gu Yefeng was startled slightly, and he saw Feng Aotian's cold face in an instant. He also condensed his other thoughts, sitting cross-legged without distractions.

Feng Aotian followed the detoxification method written by Gong Yimin, and put a silver needle on his body, and saw that his forehead was already full of beads of sweat, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and his face was pale. , And his whole body was red, including his eyes turned red, he gritted his teeth and didn't let himself scream.

Feng Aotian lowered her head and watched all his poisonous blood poured into her hands. She quickly took out the silver needle and quickly pierced her ten fingers. The ten fingers connected to the heart, and even the poisonous blood of the past ten years. He let it all out, his lips had been bitten, but he still stubbornly refused to let out a cry.

Feng Aotian hurriedly placed the tea cups on both sides, and black blood poured out from his ten fingers, slowly dripping into the tea cup, Feng Aotian then raised his hand, took a few tea cups, and placed them on his two. On the side, he saw Gu Yefeng endure it, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood.

Feng Aotian couldn’t bear it, but he still didn’t have half a point. This was just the beginning. While bleeding the poison, Feng Aotian’s palms were already pressed on his legs, and the pain of bone erosion spread all over his body. Gu Yefeng said something. Muffled.

Feng Aotian used his internal strength to open up the meridians of his legs, then raised his eyes, and saw that Gu Yefeng's face had turned purple, and her voice lowered, "Be patient."

Gu Yefeng exhausted all his strength and nodded.

Feng Aotian knows that it hurts, but now she can only endure it. She closed her eyes and spent her inner strength for him.

Time passed slowly until the sky darkened. When Feng Aotian opened his eyes, he saw that the black blood in the teacup had overflowed and dripped on both sides, and Gu Yefeng’s lips had been bitten, and his face was even worse. There is no blood.

When all the black blood is exhausted, Gu Yefeng has completely collapsed, Feng Aotian then put away the internal strength, the meridians have been unblocked, she then pulled out all the silver needles, Gu Yefeng has fainted, Feng Aotian raised his hand , Took him into his arms, took out the silk kerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, hugged him and left the Qinghe Palace.

Seeing that there was no movement in Qinghe Palace, Xiner seemed to have expected something, so she waited here.

When Feng Aotian hugged Gu Yefeng into the bedroom, Xin'er hurriedly greeted him and saw that he had fainted with a terrible expression, and then looked at Feng Aotian, "Master, who is he?"

"Go and prepare the bath soup." Feng Aotian said solemnly.

"Yes." Xiner replied in a low voice, and ordered people to prepare.

After the bath soup was ready, Feng Aotian hugged Gu Yefeng into the screen and placed him in the bath tub to soothe his bones.

She raised her eyes to look at Xin'er, and then said, "In the future, let him come to your place every day, you can let him take the decoction according to this prescription, and then let him go for half an hour."

"Master, can he stand up?" Xin'er raised her eyes and looked at Feng Aotian with surprise.

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded.

Xin'er looked at Feng Aotian with admiration, "The master is still mighty."

Feng Aotian was very useful to Xin'er's flattering skills, and smiled and nodded, "That's natural."

When Gu Yefeng woke up, Feng Aotian had already returned to Qinghe Palace with him in his arms. The left and right eyeliners were scattered in this palace. She could only take him to Xin'er’s bedroom for a bath, she held it. His hand, seeing him looking at her with his eyes open, "woke up"

"The emperor." Gu Yefeng just thought that he was dying, and now he can see her again, his hanging heart is really let go.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "You are weak, take a rest, and you can try to walk tomorrow."

"Yeah." Gu Yefeng lowered his head, looked at his legs, then raised his hand and tapped lightly, he could feel the pain, but he raised his eyes but tears were already streaming down his face, he was finally able to go.

Feng Aotian raised his hand to wipe the teardrops from the corner of his eye, and lowered his head to kiss his bitten lip, "After regaining Cai Nation, I will walk around with you."

"Hmm." Gu Yefeng squeezed her hand and leaned in her arms, "The emperor, thank you."

Feng Aotian chuckled, "Fool, I'm being polite to my master."

Gu Yefeng raised his eyes and looked at her, "The minister never dreamed that the minister could stand up."