This Lord is Too Cruel: 234 Can’t you take the initiative?

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In Wuxiemen, Xing Wuyun changed into a wisteria brocade robe, now lying on a soft couch, listening to the wind in the mountains, looking at Xuanyue outside the window, with a pleasant expression, peach blossom eyes flowing, red lips slightly hooked Compared with a goose-yellow brocade gown, it has a different charm. If it was romantic and unruly before, it is now a bit more elegant.

He put down the wine glass unhurriedly, his fingertips tracing the lines on the edge of the wine glass, and his voice sounded somewhat magnetic, "Open the way and let them in."

"Yes." The subordinate replied, just because the deployment was made early in the morning, and now he just obeyed.

Xing Wuyun put one arm on one side, and the other hand casually played with the wine glass, smiled and murmured, there was a breeze, but it was also clearer than the wind.

The sound of weapon handover came from his ears, his eyes narrowed slightly, but with a bit of evil charm, his red lips were slightly pursed, but with a flick of his fingers, he heard the sound of cracking bamboo, and then the scream The sound resounded across the sky.

The short-term quarrel did not continue, and the subordinates came to report, "The master, no one who went up the mountain survived."

"Well." Xing Wuyun smiled again, and said leisurely, "Since it's here, why hide?"

As soon as the voice fell, I saw a dark shadow falling, holding the sword in his hand, standing in front of him, the coldness bursting in his eyes, no one felt it permeated.

Xing Wuyun didn't look at the person in front of him, and said casually, "Since I am not dead, I am alive, why come here to die?"

"Xing Wuyun, I am going to kill you." Lu Yunxiu did not expect that the seamless game she arranged was easily broken by him, and the last remaining people at the Nishang Gate are now buried here.

Xing Wuyun raised his eyes slightly and glanced at Lu Yunxiu, "Kill me?"

Lü Yunxiu gave a cold shout, and the long sword was unsheathed until it pierced at him, but Xing Wuyun remained unmoved, but raised his eyes and looked at her coldly.

Qingfeng’s long sword pierced his front door straight, seeing that the sword reached the center of his eyebrows, but at the last moment, Lu Yunxiu stopped, and only heard a "clam", the cold sword slid from her hand. And she fell to her knees.

She raised her eyes and looked at him resentfully, "You..."

"This innocence gate is ten miles away. I have set up a miasma. The moment you came in, you were already poisoned. Lu Yunxiu, there is a way to heaven, you don’t want to go, and there is no way to hell. You want to break through, and I have let you go. Horse, why bother to come here to die?" Xing Wuyun did not move, he still looked like the suave noble son, but his eyes were filled with bloodthirsty murderous aura.

Lü Yunxiu raised her eyes and stared at him angrily, her eyes filled with painful hatred, "Why treat me this way?"

Xing Wuyun bends his right leg slightly, moves up, and looks down at her condescendingly, "Why? Now you don't know it, so I will leave you to **** and think slowly."

He sneered, and with a move of his wrist, he sucked up the long sword from the ground with his palm, and pierced it straight into her face.

Lu Yunxiu unwillingly stared at Lu Yunxiu, "Xing Wuyun, I will not let you go as a ghost."

"There are too many people who are ghosts who will never let me go. How old are you?" Xing Wuyun sneered indifferently, then waved, "Drag it out."

"Yes." Upon seeing this, his subordinates hurriedly stepped forward and carried out Lu Yunxiu who had just died.

Xing Wuyun said solemnly, "Wash this place for me, it smells strange."

He is not a cleanliness person, but he doesn't like a place to be alone, which has the smell of a woman except Feng Aotian.

If he didn’t come to make arrangements earlier, Wuxiemen would definitely suffer the disaster. It was because Lu Yunxiu brought the disciples of Nishangmen and made careful arrangements. More importantly, these disciples were infected. The evil spirit is not to be underestimated, but now that the matter is resolved, he can return to Beijing after a few days.

The next day before dawn, Leng Qianye and Mu Hanyao entered the palace early. When Feng Aotian got up, Lan Jingshu was still in her arms.

Wei Zimo has really improved a lot in the past few days. The red rash on her body has been crusted, and she has begun to peel off slowly. These days, you don’t need to go to the secret room anymore. Instead, you have to apply it every day. The medicine, like there are thousands of ants biting all over the body, almost can't sleep at night.

When Lan Jingshu woke up, Feng Aotian had been dressed properly, and was now in the middle of the hall, talking with Mu Hanyao and Leng Qianye.

He also got off the bed. After he was washed and dressed properly, he stepped out of the inner hall with a warm smile on his mouth. When he walked in front of Feng Aotian, he saluted, "The emperor."

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and smiled lightly, "I can't bear to wake you up when I see you sleep deeply."

When Lan Jing listened to the book, his face inevitably stained with a blush, and he said warmly, "The emperor, the minister will order breakfast."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded in response.

Lan Jingshu raised his eyes, and after nodding greetings with Mu Hanyao and Leng Qianye, he walked forward.

Feng Aotian looked at the back of him leaving, knowing that he was shy, and looked at Mu Hanyao and Leng Qianye, "Master guesses, Han Jin should be able to come out in the past two days, your brothers will be a long time. Not seen, you can also chat."

"Yes." After Mu Hanyao returned to the mansion last night, the old lady was naturally overjoyed when he saw him back. She held him to chat all night, and then went to sleep with reluctance.

"After Fu Zhuo and the others came back, they chose an auspicious day for the marriage of the two of them. It just happened that the number of people in these few days was also counted, and I thought that everyone had not been together for a long time."

"Okay." Leng Qianye also responded with a smile.

Meteor came back last night and stayed at Xingyun Palace, seeing no wind coming out early in the morning, hurriedly greeted him.

Now, when I was in the courtyard, I saw that Duke Jiu was also there, so I leaned forward, "Duke Jiu, how are you in retreat in the mountains these days?"

Duke Jiu raised his eyes and glanced at the shooting star, and replied, "It's okay."

Meteor supported his chin, looked at Father Jiu for a while, and wanted to poke out his breath. When he saw that he didn't pay attention to him at all, he didn't turn his eyes, and looked towards Wufeng, "You don't go to the Emperor's Sleeping Hall, you Haven't seen Leng Qianye and Mu Hanyao yet."

Wufeng smiled indifferently, "Sooner or later I want to see, don't worry, I will rush to see Mu Hanjin later."

Meteor nodded slightly, "Then I will go with you."

"Yeah." Wufeng raised his eyes to look at Father Jiu, and asked with a smile, "Master, can I have breakfast too?"

Duke Jiu raised his eyelids, "Don't delay business."

"The disciple understands." When No Wind heard it, he knew that Duke Jiu had used it. He raised his eyes to look at the meteor, "Let's go."

Meteor has always thought Duke Jiu was weird, but seeing him back this time, he became even more weird.

"The Holy Lord should be going, don't you ask?" Meteor kindly reminded him looking at the windless.

No wind looked straight ahead and said lightly, "When she should go, she will go. It's the same where you and I wait for her."

Meteor nodded, and then followed No Wind to the Wind Race.

Feng Aotian and Mu Hanyao, Leng Qianye and Lan Jingshu finished their breakfast and went to the morning court.

However, because the brigade has not yet returned, there is no celebration banquet, and it will be arranged together after Fu Zhuo and them return.

In the early days, it was natural to sing praises of virtue, and Feng Aotian must have praised Leng Qianye and Mu Hanyao.

After leaving the early court, Lan Jingshu went to the Metropolitan Procuratorate for official duties, and Mu Hanyao and Leng Qianye returned to their respective residences. After all, they had been away from Beijing for too long, and there was not much time to spend with their mother before. .

Feng Aotian returned to the imperial palace, changed into casual clothes, and went to the Floating Dream Palace.

Wei Zimo wore a veil and still wore a bright red brocade robe. He naturally knew that Feng Aotian had already returned to the palace last night. Not only that, Leng Qianye and Mu Hanyao also followed back to Beijing, standing by the window alone. , Looked up at the horizon, thoughtfully.

Feng Aotian stood outside the window, staring at him, with a slight smile on his mouth. Although his face was covered by a veil, he could still vaguely see the scabs on his face.

Wei Zimo seemed to have expected Feng Aotian to come. When he was in pain, he thought of her, but now that she was by his side, he felt heartbroken. He quickly hid his exposed hands. In his sleeves, he wore a high-necked brocade robe, which also covered the slender neck of the past, as if he was wrapped in a cicada pupa, fearing that she would see any flaws.

She just stood and looked at him with a smile, even if he turned his head and left, or shut her out, she just wanted to be by his side, even if only for a while.

Sure enough, such staring at each other did not last for a while, Wei Zimo quickly turned around, entered the inner hall, lay on the bed, lowered the curtains, and whispered, "You go back."

Feng Aotian stood outside the window, staring motionlessly, he is like this, let her go back?

She understood the pain in his heart, and her figure flashed, she entered the bedroom from the window, lifted up a step, and slowly approached him.

Wei Zimo quickly wrapped the brocade on her body, turned around, panic in her cold eyes, and looked a little excited, "Do you want me to die?"

Feng Aotian's footsteps stopped for a while, and then when he was still roaring, the curtains moved, and he was taken into her arms and held tightly.

Wei Zimo's body was trembling constantly. After feeling the long-lost warmth, his heart seemed to be torn apart by birth. He quickly raised his hand and pushed her away.

Feng Aotian hugged him domineeringly, the whole body exuded a cold air, enough to extinguish his anger, he couldn't help using his internal force to try to shake her arm away.

Feng Aotian still hugged him tightly and whispered, "If you want to abolish my arms, then you will use force. Anyway, I won't let go."

"Why are you doing this?" Wei Zimo knew that he was unable to struggle. He raised his eyes, and the water was sparkling in the flowing water.

Feng Aotian lowered his head and gently rubbed his lips across the veil, "What about you?"

Wei Zimo sneered, "Don't you know my heart, why do you want me to suffer?"

Feng Aotian only knew that he was thinner, and he was very light in his hug. The once glamorous and noble Wei Zimo is now like a fragmented puppet, without any vitality.

"If you don't want me to see what you are now, then I will close my eyes, okay?" Feng Aotian lowered his voice, as if begging.

Wei Zimo stared at her in a daze. The heart barrier he had finally built up completely collapsed at this moment. He knew how much he wanted her to be by his side, but he was afraid that she would see this. Unbearable self.

He raised his head and screamed. This is the first time he has felt the helplessness of the facts in these years, and the first time he felt that he was so useless.

Feng Aotian listened to his nearly collapsed roar, she hugged him tightly, closed her eyes, "I don't look at you, just stay with you like this."

She said, she let go of him, covered the brocade on his body, turned her sideways, closed her eyes, feeling his breath, not as strong as before, the whole body exuded the smell of medicine, her At this moment, the heart was torn with his roar.

Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at the face close at hand. He realized that he was so attached and missed. In the past half month, he has endured the flogging from hell. He tasted all the pain. However, as long as he looked at her in this way, he felt that these pains were nothing, and then he knew that she had come from a miserable love.

Feng Aotian can feel his unstable aura, she patted gently across the quilt, "Master, stay with you, go to sleep."

Wei Zimo is tired, not just physically tired, but too exhausted, so that he doesn't have half the strength at the moment. With tears in the corners of his eyes, he slowly closed his eyes, and soon he heard him With even breathing, she understood that he hadn't rested well for a long time.

She raised her hand distressedly, trying to caress his face, but she was afraid of awakening him, she trembling fingertips, through the air, gently painted.

When there was no wind, he went to the medicine room. When he saw that there was no one in the medicine room, he knew that Mu Hanjin was awake.

The meteor probe looked at it again, and then turned around and rushed outside. As soon as he reached the door, he ran into Mu Hanjin.

He raised his eyes, rolled his eyes steadily, watching Mu Hanjin's face pale, but her whole person looked much better.

This time he absorbed the poisonous blood much faster than last time. He woke up before dawn. The moment he opened his eyes, he didn't see the person he missed day and night, so he knew that he must be out. What happened, he left the medicine room and went to listen to Qingfeng’s report. Only then did he realize that so many things happened outside during this period of time. He knew even more that his eldest brother and Leng Qianye had also returned to Beijing. Naturally happy.

He raised his eyes and looked at the windlessness that was coming out, and then he greeted him, all of them were graceful, one was elegant as water, one was light and breezy, and the other was dressed in a crescent robe, and The other is dressed in snow-white brocade robes, and the two are like old friends they haven't seen for a long time, but they nodded slightly to say hello.

"Since I am awake, do I want to go back to the palace?" Wu Feng asked Mu Hanjin, looking at him.

Mu Hanjin nodded and said, "I want to go out."

"Go now?" No Wind asked again.

"I'll go and clean up first, can you have breakfast?" Mu Hanjin asked gently.

"No." Meteor hurried forward and interrupted.

Mu Hanjin lowered her eyes to look at the meteor, raised her hand to touch his hair, "Then go to breakfast first, I will just eat some."

"Okay." Meteor nodded hurriedly.

If there is no wind, I just laugh.

Feng Aotian stayed with Wei Zimo for a whole day, but she felt like it had been a long time. If she could not feel his breath, she was afraid that he would leave her like this. Now she knows that There are also times of fear.

Mu Hanjin returned to the palace. It was already midday after Lan Jingshu had just returned from the Superintendent. He entered the imperial dormitory and saw Mu Hanjin sitting on the soft couch. He was startled. , Only then did he react, stepped forward, stood in front of him, and looked at him, "Looking at his complexion a little bit worse, but also a lot thinner."

Mu Hanjin smiled and looked at Lan Jingshu, "How are you doing these days? Now you are the only one supporting it."

"Fortunately." Lan Jingshu smiled lightly, "I am waiting for you to come back now."

Mu Hanjin smiled warmly, "I just stayed for a few days, and my illness is not healed."

When Lan Jing heard the book, he understood, and immediately sat on one side, "When did you arrive?"

"I've been here for a while." Mu Hanjin sat alone.

Lan Jingshu poured tea and handed it to him, "At this time, the emperor should be in the Floating Dream Palace."

"I heard about him." Mu Hanjin whispered.

"Hmm." Lan Jingshu nodded, "Compared to you, I think I am really lucky."

Mu Hanjin said with a smile, "Yes."

The two have not sat in the same place for a long time to talk, and now it seems that they have accumulated too many words, but they can't talk about it for a while. Looking at each other's situation, they are still emotional.

Meteor followed the windless to the side courtyard. He sat by the stone bench and watched the wine father-in-law still brewing the wine, while the windless stood quietly by drying the medicine, very quiet.

His gaze has been on Duke Jiu's body, constantly rolling his eyes, thinking what to ask?

Duke Jiu ignored him and was busy as if nothing had happened.

In the evening, Wei Zimo woke up quietly, without lighting in the dormitory. Through the cold moonlight, he saw those eyes looking at him unsatisfactorily.

He breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was dark. He is now accustomed to the feeling of being a person in the dark. There is no need to light a lamp, so no one can see his terrible appearance.

"Are you hungry?" Feng Aotian's voice came, but it was so soft.

Wei Zimo's thoughts moved. Of course he knew that Nan returned to China and was taken back, and she took another step forward. He wrapped a quilt, turned sideways, and stared at her blankly.

Feng Aotian slowly approached, sliding his hands into the quilt, and holding him in his arms, "to accompany him to dinner."

Wei Zimo nodded lightly, so he felt contented by leaning against her.

Feng Aotian sat up halfway and helped him to lean against the bed. She got off the bed. She had been instructed to listen to the wind and prepared her meal earlier. She came over by the moonlight and just ordered a cup on the side. The lamp, the light is very faint, through the curtain, one can only see each other's faces in a vague manner.

Wei Zimo's heart warmed, knowing that she was taking care of him, Feng Aotian picked up the bowl and fed him personally, "I will accompany you every day for dinner."

Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at her unsatisfactorily, as if he wanted to take back all his longing for these days. He was afraid that he would not be able to survive, and he would leave her alone. At this moment He realized that death is not terrible, but the terrible thing is that she can't stay with her until she is old.

There was silence in the bedroom, even the sound of a spoon hitting a bowl was so soft, the only thing that could be felt was the sound of each other's heartbeats.

Feng Aotian personally fed him for food, so he helped him to lie down, and just looked at her with a smile, "Master talks with you."

Wei Zimo looked at it early, and whispered, "Go back, they are waiting for you."

"It's okay, Lord to accompany you." Feng Aotian took him into his arms and said softly.

Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at her, "I want to apply medicine."

Feng Aotian paused slightly, his eyes dimmed, then he let go and got off the bed, "Okay."

When Wei Zimo saw her leaving like this, his heart was pulled fiercely. He suddenly got off the bed and took her into his arms, "No, no."

Feng Aotian lowered her eyes and looked at the scabs on her arms around her, but she could only pretend to be nonchalant, and slowly turned around and hugged him, "As long as you said, Lord promised you."

Wei Zimo leaned in her arms, but the corners of her eyes were sore, he bit her lips tightly, "Don't come again."

Feng Aotian knew his thoughts, and he didn't want her to see what she was like now, she replied softly, "Okay."

Wei Zimo slowly let go of her, turned around suddenly, and got into the bed, again isolating her from the curtain.

Feng Aotian pursed his lips slightly, turned and stepped out of the bedroom.

Her breath slowly dissipated, until he felt the piercing cold before he realized that he didn't want to leave her for a moment.

He sat up quietly, rolled up his own cloud sleeve, and looked at the hideous scabs on it. He curled up and hugged his arms. The suffering was too painful.

Feng Aotian left the Floating Dream Palace and walked slowly on the cold corridor, letting the cold wind blow, and it was half a month before winter. She raised her eyes to look at the cold moon in the night sky, but she felt Arrived coldly.

Looking from a distance, I saw an elegant figure slowly approaching her, she walked forward step by step, and the figure gradually became clear.

I don't know how long it took, when he saw the long-missing face standing in front of her clearly, he just raised his thin lips and smiled faintly.

She took a step forward, spread her arms around his waist, pressed her cheeks against his chest, feeling his breath, he passed another level, didn't he?

Mu Hanjin said warmly, "If it is a minister, now he does not want the emperor to see the appearance of the minister becoming ugly."

Feng Aotian nodded lightly, "He just wants them to stay safe and sound by his side."

Mu Hanjin hugged her tightly, let her feel her own breath, let her know that he is now standing in front of her well.

"Return to Qinghui Palace." Feng Aotian raised his eyes to look at him, and said softly.

"Okay." Mu Hanjin responded with a smile, holding her waist, flying towards Qinghui Palace.

When the two of them entered the Qinghui Palace, Feng Aotian overwhelmed him on the soft couch without saying a word, and kissed his lips, but not as rough as before, but sucked carefully. .

Mu Hanjin knows how she is now, and puts her hands around her waist, letting her tear her clothes, and straightly take off the clothes, she clasps his toes lightly, and falls on On the bed, clothes were scattered on the ground, but they were full of beauty.

Feng Aotian lowered her head and kissed his eyebrows, his jade-like skin, and kissed everything about him. She slowly unbuttoned her clothes in front of him, until she pulled off the corset, that proud His posture came into his eyes like this.

She raised her arm and took the jade crown off her head. The green silk was scattered on her chest, covering the beautiful scenery. She lowered her head and kissed his lips again.

Mu Hanjin remembered the second death of Jiuye. At that time, because of her weakness, although she was lingering day by day, she was not as it is now, with a bit of bewilderment that made him fall in love. Confused.

The night is filled, the Furong tent is warm, and after some extreme lingering, Feng Aotian leaned against Mu Hanjin’s arms, slid his fingertips across his chest, and looked up at him, “This time is better than last time. A lot."

Mu Hanjin's face was already flushed when she said such words, but now it is getting more and more blush, he hugged her tightly, "The minister will be better next time."

Feng Aotian felt that this was a personal effort, more tired than her murder, and yawned constantly, leaning in his arms, feeling each other's breath, "Master is exhausted."

Mu Hanjin's brows and eyes were faintly bright, he turned sideways, and put her in his arms, "The minister accompanies the emperor to bed."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, and then fell asleep peacefully.

The next day before dawn, Feng Aotian slowly got up and felt sore all over her body. It seems that bed work needs to be done frequently. Otherwise, once in a while, she will feel so uncomfortable. It's really bad.

Feng Aotian got under the bed, and Mu Hanjin had been dressed properly and was waiting for her.

She tilted her head and looked at him, "You look good."

Mu Hanjin saw that Feng Aotian was walking extremely slowly, he naturally heard what Feng Aotian said, and then stepped forward and said in a low voice, "The minister will pay attention next time."

Feng Aotian asked without understanding, "Pay attention to what?"

"Try to be gentle." Mu Hanjin blushed and whispered.

Feng Aotian snorted coldly, "Really gentle? That's strange."

Mu Hanjin's complexion is even redder. Of course he knows that when it does happen, he has already forgotten all his sanity, how can he be gentle? What's more, he is also a junior.

Feng Aotian saw his embarrassed appearance, and then shook his hand, "If you still don't wait for the master to bathe and change clothes, the master must make up for it."

Mu Hanjin smiled and nodded, and then said, "The past few days of the emperor are not suitable for sex."

"Well, Kuishui will be coming in a few days." Feng Aotian nodded, thinking that it's better now, and how fast the month is going depends on how often Kuishui comes.

Mu Hanjin hasn't served her to wash and change clothes for a long time. Looking at her face in the bronze mirror, she became more and more charming. He suddenly became selfish, wanting to hide all the beauty of her privately, so that no one would see it. To.

However, he knew better that there were too many people around her that she couldn't let go, and as long as he could be by her side like this, he would already feel content.

After Feng Aotian was properly dressed, the two stopped breakfast and left Qinghui Palace holding hands. Lan Jingshu was ready and stood outside the palace waiting for her to come out.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes to look at Mu Hanjin, "After the morning session, you will go back to the house to have a look and get together with Hanyao."

Mu Hanjin nodded and said, "Yes."

Feng Aotian held his hand, took a step forward, held Lan Jingshu's hand in his palm, and asked softly, "Can I have breakfast?"

"Already used." Lan Jingshu raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian's eyebrows and the charming spring love that couldn't be concealed. He couldn't help but was taken aback. He just happened to see the looming hickey in the placket, and he looked up. Xiang Mu Hanjin, seeing him look like Mu Chunfeng, seemed to know something, a flash of gloom in her eyes, and she said nothing.

When Feng Aotian saw him like this, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he slowly approached him, "How come you look like dissatisfied early in the morning?"

Lan Jingshu paused, her face flushed, and she lowered her head, "The minister did not."

Feng Aotian raised his voice and laughed in a great mood, squeezing his palm with his fingertips, "Really?"

"The emperor." Lan Jingshu raised her eyes, a little worried.

Mu Hanjin looked at Lan Jingshu with a smile at the corner of his mouth, but Lan Jingshu looked at him, and now, she can't wait to find a place to drill.

Feng Aotian took the hands of the two of them and walked slowly to the emperor's palace, and saw Meteor standing in the palace, looking at her grinningly.

"Do you still know to come back?" Feng Aotian said coldly.

Meteor hurried forward, hugging Feng Aotian's thigh, and said with a smile, "Holy Lord, isn't Meteor always in front of you?"

"Really?" Feng Aotian raised his foot, kicked him away, and then walked forward.

Meteor hurried up again, looking up at Feng Aotian, "Holy Lord, don't you find that Duke Jiu is back this time, it feels strange?"

"Don't think that I don't know your careful thoughts." Feng Aotian looked down at him, "I don't know some things."

Meteor curled the corners of his mouth and quickly retracted the hand holding Feng Aotian's thigh, then his small body leaped slightly, and then sat on one side, turning his attention to Mu Hanjin's body again, seeing his expression more Yesterday it looked a lot ruddy, and said maliciously, "It seems that someone was * once."

Mu Hanjin stunned slightly, raised her hand to learn Feng Aotian Suri's appearance, and hit Meteor on the head, "What do kids know?"

Meteor covered her head, raised her eyes to look at Mu Hanjin, then looked at Lan Jingshu, and said quietly, "Look, the same person is the Holy Master, this is the difference."

It is obvious that Meteor is saying that Feng Aotian is eccentric.

Feng Aotian looked at the meteor, "I think you have been too leisurely recently and want to return to the altar."

Meteor pouted the corners of his mouth, looking at Feng Aotian sadly, "The Holy Lord cannot threaten Meteor with this trick every time."

"Use whatever tricks are useful. Trying it is unsatisfactory." Feng Aotian said lightly.

Meteor got down on the soft couch sadly, and stepped out of the imperial dormitory with his head down.

Feng Aotian looked at his tiny figure, raised his eyes to Mu Hanjin, "Go to the courtyard to see if there is no wind."

Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Aotian and responded with a smile, "Okay."

Feng Aotian then got up and took Lan Jingshu's hand to go to the morning court, while Mu Hanjin watched her leave, and then went to the courtyard.

Today, the father-in-law was not seen in the morning. Just after the windless breakfast, he saw the meteor come in rushingly, sitting on the stone bench sullenly, turning his head, as if he was angry.

He sat slowly beside him, "What's the matter?"

"Nothing." Meteor snorted coldly, then raised his eyes to look towards the wind, and whispered, "Can't you take the initiative?"

"Proactive?" Wufeng thought that his thoughts had changed so quickly, and Shicai was still looking to eat people, and now he turned the topic to him.

"That's right." Meteor started to come up with an idea, "Look at Mu Hanjin, how active you are, the active children will have meat."

When there is no wind, he understands the meaning of Meteor’s words. He just smiles indifferently, "This matter is not in a hurry."

Meteor couldn't help being a little anxious, and said quickly, "When will you wait?"

No wind looked at the meteor, "What's wrong with you?"

The meteor rolled his eyes round and round, "It's nothing."

Wufeng saw that his emotions were coming and going quickly, and he just chuckled softly, and continued to work on his own affairs.

After a while, I saw Mu Hanjin walking in, Wufeng felt the breath, and looked up at him.

"Seeing that your complexion has improved a lot. It seems that you have made a lot of money last night." Wufeng is a genius doctor. Naturally, he can know what happened last night from his breath and expression. More importantly, Meteor is just that. But the mouth came out quickly.

Mu Hanjin listened to the seemingly normal words without the wind, but with a ridiculous meaning, he coughed a few times, then went forward and sat down, "What about Xiaoyaohou?"

"You are really magnanimous." Windless said, sitting on the stone bench, pouring a cup of tea for Mu Hanjin.

Mu Hanjin picked up the tea cup and took a sip, "The emperor is very worried about him."

"As long as it can survive the eighth day of the next month, it will be fine." No wind said lightly, looking at Mu Hanjin, "You are very familiar with my brother."

"They have been mixed in one place since childhood, and they are naturally familiar with each other. However, everyone has their hidden side. Fortunately, a person I like now is naturally familiar." Mu Hanjin said plainly. , There is no half of jealousy or anger.

Perhaps after experiencing life and death, he was able to look down on things that were previously invisible, but now, his temper is very stable.

No wind nodded slightly, "No wonder she treats you differently."

Mu Hanjin smiled softly, "The emperor did not see someone who likes one. She has her own judgment. She was too lonely and persistent before, so that nowadays, she wants someone who cares better. Stay by her side."

"The one who cares?" Wufeng whispered.

Mu Hanjin looked at her, "You are also the person that the emperor cares about, otherwise, she will not leave you by her side."

No wind smiled lightly, "Really?"

Although Mu Hanjin didn't know what happened between them and how it started, he could see that Feng Aotian had him in his heart, although it was not like to him or to other people. It is so strong, but there is, but this kind of feeling needs to be gradually intense, from light to strong.

He put down the teacup and looked at the wind, "If you are willing to wait, you will be able to see the moon and the moon."

The corners of the windless mouth raised slightly, and the calm eyes flashed with sadness, "I'm afraid that time is running out."

Mu Hanjin paused slightly, "Are you leaving?"

"Hmm." No wind nodded, "However, not now."

"Everyone has their own ambitions." Mu Hanjin didn't force it, he only knew that if he missed it, it would be a lifetime matter.

No wind looked at Mu Hanjin, then accidentally fell, "I understand what you want to say."

"As long as you understand." Mu Hanjin smiled gently.

Meteor looked at the two people in front of him in a dumb puzzle. He pressed his hands against his chin and sighed quietly. He had never seen such a stable harem, and he couldn't help feeling that he still had the skill of the Holy Master and the Master.

After Feng Ao went to the sky and stopped the early dynasty, it was convenient for Leng Qianye and Mu Hanyao to return to the emperor's bedroom. Mu Hanjin also calculated the time and returned from the courtyard.

Mu Hanyao turned around and saw Mu Hanjin enter. His cold eyes flashed with excitement. He stepped forward, holding Mu Hanjin's shoulders, and whispered, "Seeing you are all right, I will Peace of mind."

Mu Hanjin raised her eyes to look at Mu Hanyao. After life and death, he went round and round from the ghost gate, his xinxing has been flattened, but the only people who couldn't let go were his beloved and his family.

He smiled lightly, "Big brother, second brother, congratulations on your triumphant return."

Mu Hanyao gave Mu Hanjin a brother a hug, "These days, you will spend more time with your eldest brother."

"Okay." Mu Hanjin responded with a light smile. Turning her eyes, she saw Leng Qianye standing in one place. He stepped forward, "Big Brother Leng."

"Yeah." Leng Qianye nodded, "Seeing that you are safe and sound, I am also relieved."

"Congratulations, Brother Leng." Mu Hanjin said with a smile.

Feng Aotian sat on the soft couch and looked at them in front of him. He felt a lot of relief. It seemed that he hadn't been busy for a long time. In the past, everyone was gathering together, and everyone was not together. Now, although Xing Wuyun Far in the door of innocence, Zi Mo must be unwilling to go out, Gu Yefeng is in Caiguo, and Yi Mu...

Fortunately, they are still there. She smiled and said, "Today I am happy, so I will have a banquet at Qinghui Palace and have a few drinks with him."

"Yes." The three answered together.

In the middle of the night, laughter came from Qinghui Palace.

Since the day Mu Hanjin went to the Feng Clan, the Qinghui Palace has been very cold, and now it is rare and lively.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at the people sitting in front of her. No wind came. Therefore, only Leng Qianye, Mu Hanyao, Mu Hanjin, and Lan Jingshu are sitting around now. There are meteors, even if there are only these few people, she feels very lively.

She raised her glass and looked at them, "Everything is in the air."

Everyone raised their wine glasses, yes, their affection for her, her affection for them, all the things they have experienced with each other, why not come out one by one, everything is in their hearts.

Feng Aotian looked at Mu Hanjin, "It's been a long time since I listened to your flute."

"The minister presents the ugliness." Mu Hanjin slowly got up, took the white jade flute that Huanxi handed him, he leaned under the deciduous locust tree on one side. His jade-like face was faint and quiet. He closed his eyes slightly, and the sound of the flute slowly sounded, but it was endlessly lingering.

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