This Lord is Too Cruel: 016 Will you die if you laugh?

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Male color: "Master" is too cruel, 016 laughs and will die?

Mu Hanyao saw that Feng Aotian still remembered what happened to Shicai, and his face suddenly became cold, turned his head, avoiding her close lips, "The Regent, you are talking about the future, that doesn't count. Shu Chiwu琻"

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and said solemnly, "Are you questioning what the king said?"

"The regent's words are so good, how can the minister question it?" Mu Hanyao said, while moving his body slightly to one side, keeping a certain distance from her.

"If you don't laugh at your master, your master won't say it." Feng Aotian got up angrily, turned around, and walked towards the bed.

Mu Hanyao turned his eyes, looked at Feng Aotian's leisurely back in his normal clothes, and meditated for a moment. If this natural danger can be breached, it will undoubtedly completely separate the border between Feng and Qi, even in the future. They will not have any worries when they regroup.

His father, as well as Chiba's father, Marshal Leng, died in this natural danger one after another, but he and Chiba have been looking for ways to overcome them, but they have not succeeded so far.

Two years ago, he was exiled to a quarry, and Chiba was called back to Beijing by the regent not long after. Now when he thinks about it, he can’t help but say, “The regent, the minister has something unclear. Please tell the regent."

Feng Aotian sat on the bed leisurely, looking directly at Mu Hanyao, "What's unclear?"

"I don't know where Leng Qianye is now?" Mu Hanyao asked directly without evasiveness.

Feng Aotian's eyes sink slightly, Leng Qianye? The name is very familiar. She narrowed her phoenix eyes and remembered the General Leng and General Leng that Li Su said yesterday. This Leng Qianye is the General Leng in his mouth.

At that time, Marshal Mu died on the battlefield when Mu Hanyao was young. Later, the Mu's army was led by Marshal Leng. A few years ago he also died in the battle. Later, Leng Qianye fought for his father and went to the barracks. , Together with Mu Hanyao guarding the border, Leng Qianye is good at arranging troops, and Mu Hanyao is good at using troops, so, two people, one skill and one martial arts, are also very cooperative.

Feng Aotian's mind couldn't help but see Leng Qianye's figure. A man with such a temperament could become a general who kills and decisively, but it made Feng Aotian feel a little curious, but now Leng Qianye Was locked in the dungeon of the Regent Palace, after she returned to Beijing, Chiba would really be cold.

"He is in this palace." Feng Aotian replied without hiding, "Do you want to see him?"

"If he comes, he will be a great help from the minister." Mu Hanyao responded in a low voice.

Feng Aotian sneered, reclining and lying on the couch, waist-length hair scattered in front of him like a waterfall, "After the king returns to Beijing, we will discuss this matter."

Mu Hanyao listened to Feng Aotian's words, but he didn't want to let people go, and then he stopped asking more questions, and continued to desk, thinking of ways to break through.

Feng Aotian ignored it, and lay down, closed his eyes and rested, but he was thinking about the way back to Beijing. Father Feng was in the regent’s mansion and there was no news of any changes. This seemed too calm, the more In this way, it shows that changes have quietly occurred in the capital.

Until daybreak, Mu Hanyao was still thinking of ways to break through, but found nothing.

Feng Aotian got up and walked to the bookcase, naturally raising his hand to stroke Mu Hanyao's hair. He seemed to be aware of it, and he avoided it early, making her rush away, and she put it away indifferently Hand, thinking this has been her habit for many years.

She was born in a pack of wolves since she was a child. At that time, the wolf leader and the she-wolf who had fed her would always stroke her head, comfort and encourage her. Therefore, she has maintained this Habits, facing one's own people, will do the same.

"The king will return to Beijing tomorrow. You only have one day. You have to think about it." Feng Aotian stood with his hand held in hand, a wicked charm flashed across his handsome face.

Mu Hanyao was silent for a moment, and quickly got up from the chair, bowed his head and said, "Please also express the regent."

"Laugh to the Lord." Feng Aotian said reluctantly.

Mu Hanyao's heart sank, raised his eyes, and stared at her. After brewing for a long time, there was no smile on his stern face. The corners of his mouth were slightly squeezed, and he put it away before pulling it apart.

Feng Aotian looked at Mu Hanyao's tangled expression and sighed helplessly. Is it so difficult for him to laugh? Is she so scary? Will he die if he laughs?

She darkened her eyes, "You can laugh at the horse, but can't laugh at the king.", raised her hand and pointed to the topographic map, "Retreat as progress, darken the warehouse."

Mu Hanyao followed the mark pointed to by Feng Aotian, carefully pondering the meaning of her words, his deep pupils were filled with bright light, he raised his eyes, and looked at her like a powerful initiation, "The minister, thanks the regent Give pointers."

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"Lord, I will arrive in Kyoto when there is a half-pillar of incense." Sixi walked on the side of the imperial court, surrounded by guards in front and back. Thinking of the dangers of the road, Sixi still squeezed. Put cold sweat.

"Well, go directly to the mansion." Feng Aotian sat in the emperor's imperial court for a while, thinking about returning to Beijing from the border gate. This trip was a whole month, during which there were ten large-scale assassinations. There are also more than a dozen small-scale operations.

The reason why she chose to return to Beijing with such a big fanfare was to know the danger she was in now, and how many of the assassinations were made by the capital.

Upstairs in the east city of Kyoto, a bright yellow immature figure stands with majesty and majesty. It seems that he is only seven or eight years old, but his tender face is full of breathtaking majesty.

Sixi had known earlier that the emperor would personally come to greet him, but now that the regent has not spoken, the emperor is still moving forward.

"Master, the emperor personally welcomes you into the city, you..." Si Xi raised his eyes, looked at the guards on both sides of the city gate, and asked in a low voice.

"Return to the mansion." Feng Aotian said solemnly, a coldness evoked at the corner of his mouth. This little emperor's methods should not be underestimated.

"Yes." Si Xi responded, motioning the emperor to continue on.

As soon as the emperor entered the gate, he saw that the little emperor in bright yellow was already standing at the gate.

She was greeted by hundreds of officials from the Manchu dynasty, civil and military, all kneeling on the ground, "For ministers, see the regent, Chitose Chitose Chitose Chitose!"

"Uncle Emperor, I have worked hard all the way, I learned that you are back to Beijing, and I came here to welcome you." A young but calm voice sounded, and I saw that the little emperor was already smiling to the emperor. Come.

Feng Aotian always sat inside the imperial court, with a slightly slanted mouth, "I’m worried about the emperor, I’m so tired, and now I’m a little tired, I will return to the house to rest."

He didn't give a shit, even the most basic courtesy of the emperor and ministers, a low voice came from the imperial house, and the imperial house continued to move forward despite the fact that the little emperor was in front of the imperial house.

"In this way, the emperor will be able to return to the mansion to rest." The little emperor was not annoyed, and said so caringly, he turned around, automatically cleared the way, and let the regent's imperial court move forward.

When the hundred officials saw this, they all had their own thoughts and knew well. The regent never put the emperor in his eyes, and everyone did not dare to say anything. They knelt to one side until the regent’s imperial court left. Lifting his eyes, he saw the emperor standing in place.

The little emperor smiled as he watched the regent leave, then turned around and sat down with the dragon, the smile at the corner of his mouth had disappeared, and a fierce flash in his eyes, he drove back to the palace.

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