This Lord is Too Cruel: 076 The prince would marry me?

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Male sex: "Lord" is too cruel, 076 prince would marry me?

"Big brother, everything is well. Shu Chi Wuyan" Mu Hanjin looked at Peihan, "There are times in fate, but there is no time to force it. Sister Peihan, what exists in her heart is just a few thoughts. No matter, if you know that there is no result, don't force it, knowing that it will be an enemy if you come and go."

Leng Peihan lifted his eyes and looked at Mu Hanjin. The light in his eyes was slightly startled, and a flash of sadness flashed through, before smiling lightly, "Brother Han Jin said, Peihan will remember."

Mu Hanjin stopped talking, the curtains were lowered, and the carriage slowly left. Peihan looked at the carriage that was going further and further, with a stubborn stubbornness at the corner of her mouth. "If you haven't tried it, how can you know it's impossible?"

Leng Qianye turned his eyes and looked at Mu Hanjin, "Do you two brothers have to serve one person? And still a man?"

Mu Hanjin opened her slightly closed eyes slowly, raised them, and looked at Leng Qianye, "This matter has nothing to do with the eldest brother, and it has nothing to do with me to whom he gives his heart, but the world is unpredictable. It's fate, I can't help it at all."

Leng Qianye remained silent. What he thinks now is just to leave this capital prison and return to the border to do what his father has not done.

Mu Hanjinfu closed his eyes again, he was calculating that he could not spend much time by her side, and in these limited days, he could help her to dominate the world.

Feng Aotian looked at Ye Meixi in her arms, with a small smile at the corner of her mouth. A comfortable life is always beyond reach, just like now, she can play with Ye Meixi so peacefully. It's also because they don't spend much time together.

Jingxi walked into the house with two guards and reached out to lift Xing Wuyun up. Before which hand touched his arm, she saw a yellow warm wind rolled up, and the two guards brought Jingxi together. He was beaten out and fell to the ground, unable to move.

Xing Wuyun landed on his feet and walked towards Feng Aotian staggeringly, a pair of peach blossom eyes gleaming shining, very ecstatic, his red lips are slightly hooked, and his handsome face is coated with a layer of peach blossoms. Very gorgeous, the goose-yellow color of this body set off him brightly and moving, bright and unruly, fluttering his sleeve robe, turning around, and fell on the soft couch.

This thump, but directly pressed Feng Aotian under him, his eyebrows and eyes slightly bent, staring at her handsome face, the tip of his tongue moved across his lips, and he lightly pecked Feng Aotian’s lips, "Beauty Er...Let the fragrant one..."

After saying that, she printed her lips and gently sucked in, pressing her hands against Feng Aotian's shoulders.

Ye Meixi’s eyes flashed with displeasure, raising her hand, carrying Xing Wuyun’s clothes, threw him out, and quickly took Feng Aotian into her arms and stared at him harshly. If you haven’t rushed to your master like this, you dare to be drunk and rude to your master."

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at Ye Meixi, "You mean, you want to do the same?"

Ye Meixi turned her eyes quickly, narrowed her stern gaze, and said with a grin, "Where did you want to go, wait, Meixi will teach this daredevil for your master."

Speaking, the red shadow flashed, left the soft couch, waved, and hit Xing Wuyun, who was sitting on the ground and hadn't gotten up.

Xing Wuyun opened his eyes slightly, glanced at Ye Meixi, and then rolled, avoiding Ye Meixi’s palm wind, holding a hip flask in one hand, with his feet slightly vigorous, he stood up, "Where are you hitting?" Little devil, dare to play with me and watch the fight."

Stretched out his hand, pointed at Ye Meixi, then lifted his foot, and kicked at Ye Meixi. The two were entangled in an instant, and they were beaten hard to separate. One yellow and one red figure floated out of the house quickly. The yard suddenly remembered the sound of fighting.

Feng Aotian leaned back lazily on the soft couch, no longer paying attention to the outside situation, and closed his eyes for a nap.

In the government office, Lan Jingshu’s gentle and jade face flashed fiercely, sweeping the officials in front of him one by one, detaining all the suspects, putting away the files, turning his eyes, and looking at Mu Hanyao," General Mu, now that all the suspects have been imprisoned, General Mu will go to interrogate the officer."

"Okay." Mu Hanyao replied, and the two of them stepped up and walked into the dungeon.

As soon as the two entered the dungeon, they heard the sound of killing from outside the jail. Then, soldiers in armor rushed in. Mu Hanyao and Lan Jing looked at each other in writing, "This is not a soldier in the temple. Right?"

"Yes, why are you here now?" Lan Jingshu asked quickly, secretly exclaiming, "No, they are here to kill people."

"Yeah." Mu Hanyao hurriedly let his soldiers resist, "Stop guarding the dungeon, don't put one in."

"Yes." The soldier in front of him hurriedly responded, and then raised the weapon in his hand to resist the rushing soldier.

Suddenly a cold voice sounded, "General Mu, the prince has an order, let you wait for your exit from the secret path, without making any mistakes."

"Then what about these suspects?" Lan Jingshu couldn't help asking as he looked at the suspects in the dungeon.

"The prince has his own opinion." Po's voice sounded again, "Please leave the two quickly."

Lan Jingshu looked at Mu Hanyao, "This..."

"Retreat." With Lan Jingshu, Mu Hanyao slowly retreated according to the secret path pointed out by Po, and even the men and horses he led withdrew one by one, and then escaped from the secret path.

The officials in the dungeon were all killed in a blink of an eye.

Mu Hanyao and Lan Jing returned to the line and looked at Feng Aotian puzzledly, "Master, why did you want the minister to retreat?"

"Killing with a knife." Mu Hanyao whispered from the side.

Lan Jingshu looked at Feng Aotian, and quickly realized, "Master, if this is the case, the clue to the master behind this scene will be broken."

"What you are looking for is the suspect. If they resist the move, you have nothing to do. Even if they do, how much do you know whether it is true or false?" Feng Aotian said disapprovingly, "If you let them Killing the accomplices by yourself and avoiding future troubles, wouldn’t it reduce your troubles?"

"The minister is stupid." Lan Jingshu realized at this time, raising her eyes and looking at her. It turns out that she has everything under control. Now, all the traitors hiding in Lianghuai have been killed, "Master, If so, the clue is broken."

"It can't be done." Feng Aotian's mouth raised a touch of certainty, "You forgot, there is still water transportation."

"The prince meant..." Lan Jingshu's eyes flickered slightly, as if expected.

"This matter is up to you to take care of it, so you can take care of it. You can rest at the yard in the past two days. Your injury has not been healed. You can't work too hard. The day after tomorrow, there will be a good show."

"The minister obeyed." Lan Jing said in a respectful manner.

Mu Hanyao stood aside and looked at her in front of her. There was a wise light in her eyebrows, her gestures and gestures were full of confidence, and he seemed to be confident about everything. He had to I think, what else is she omnipotent in front of her?

Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at the two of them, "Sit down, Jingxi, and give the ‘Xuefeng’ that the Lord brought yesterday to the second class."

"Yes." Jingxi responded with a swollen half of her face.

Lan Jingshu looked at Jingxi's appearance, it really seemed to be kicked, and couldn't help asking, "Jingxi, what's wrong with your face?"

Jingxi lowered her eyes, tears flashing in her eyes, "Master, it was Master Xing who kicked it."

"Why did he kick you?" Lan Jingshu raised his eyes, did not see Xing Wuyun, and even saw Ye Meixi, who has always been inseparable from the regent.

Jingxi whispered, "Master Xing is drunk, the prince asks the slave to carry him out, and then..."

Lan Jingshu also understood, and then waved his hand, "Let’s go down and prepare first."

"Yes." Jingxi responded and stepped out.

"Where are they?" Lan Jingshu couldn't help asking.

Feng Aotian sniffed the tea fragrance lightly, and took a sip comfortably, "Oh, I'm going to deepen my feelings."

Mu Hanyao's expression became darker as he listened, and he fought after fighting.

Lan Jingshu also heard the meaning of the words, and was silent.

Jingxi stepped in immediately, served tea for both of them, and then retreated.

Although Mu Hanyao has been in the military camp all year round, he has also studied tea. However, he is far away from the border and marches all day long. Naturally, he is less arty.

He picked up the tea bowl, opened the lid slightly, and a scent of fragrance came to his face, his cold face flashed with a faint soft light, took a sip, and then put it down.

In the past two years, Lan Jingshu has been fine in the past two years, so he and Mu Hanjin are either painting and composing poems or tasting tea. They are also somewhat interested in Feng Aotian’s "Xuefeng". After all, this tea is a tribute, and the quantity is scarce, and it is a treasure.

Feng Aotian looked at the two of them, "Jing Shu, I remember that you drew a chrysanthemum appreciation last time. However, the chrysanthemum in Qinghui Pavilion is now replaced by a crabapple. How about the frame?"

"Yes." Lan Jingshu remembered what happened last time, his eyes flashed with a faint light, "Master, the lotus in the Jinxuan Pavilion is waiting for the minister to return. It is the blooming season, and it must be more beautiful. ."

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at Lan Jingshu. When he said so, did he suggest something to her?

Mu Hanyao is also listening to Lan Jingshu's words, a little puzzled, what exactly does he want to do? Was it because of the warning the second brother said yesterday?

"Well, Haitang wants to paint, and Furong wants to paint too." Feng Aotian said lightly.

"Yes, the minister obeyed." Lan Jingshu replied warmly. In the past two years, he will be submerged in the dust. He has never shown any thoughts, even thoughts and talents. He just wants to be stable. Living, but now, coupled with the things he has experienced over the years, he feels that he should do something, Mu Hanjin’s warning appeared in his mind. Why did he warn himself, is it true that the brotherhood of these years is true? Not as good as the regent? He wanted to see how Mu Hanjin killed him?

A red shirt fell lightly, lying soft and boneless in Feng Aotian's arms, "Master, that guy was kicked into the backyard pond by Meixi."

"Well, very good." Feng Aotian lowered his head, and put his delicate lips on his lips as a reward.

Ye Meixi leaned in her arms with satisfaction. In a flash, he saw Xing Wuyun walking in wet. When did he Xing Wuyun have been so embarrassed, this was the second time he was kicked down the pond, and, Twice...Twice...Both were gaffes after drinking. He angrily grabbed the blue silk that he was sticking to his body. How could it be that he kissed her twice?

I raised my eyes, gave Ye Meixi a fierce look, then looked at Feng Aotian, regardless of the sludge on his body, sat down opposite Feng Aotian with a grin, and picked up the tea on the table. He raised his head and took a sip, "You..."

He pointed to Ye Meixi in Feng Aotian's arms, his peachy eyes filled with anger, "Go out with my son."

"Don't go." Ye Meixi leaned her head on Feng Aotian's shoulder, rubbed it, and then looked at Feng Aotian with radiant eyes, "Meixi is exhausted."

"Then just rest well." Feng Aotian hugged him, then got up and walked out of the house in front of him.

Xing Wuyun suddenly became so angry that he smashed the table in front of him with a palm, strode out, and before stepping out of the door, he retreated, because Feng Aotian's cool voice came from his ear, "If yes I don’t want to drink without alcohol in the future, you just follow."

Xing Wuyun turned around, raised his head and roared, "My son wants to take a bath."

"Yes." Jingxi, who stood trembling outside the house, responded quickly, and then went to prepare.

Lan Jingshu and Mu Hanyao looked at Xing Wuyun's embarrassed appearance, and there was a smile between their eyebrows and eyes.

Xing Wuyun turned his eyes and glared at the two of them harshly, "They are all guys who care about **** and love friends."

Then she flicked her sleeves and stepped into the screen. Jingxi had already prepared the bath soup according to the instructions of the regent. Xing Wuyun tore off her clothes vigorously and plunged into the bathtub.

After Xing Wuyun took a bath, he changed into a new shirt, which was still goose yellow, more luxurious than what he was wearing. He raised his eyebrows, wondering how the regent knew his favorite shirt in this color? It seems to be prepared early in the morning.

I changed into a clean shirt, my body was refreshed, and my mood was much more refreshed. Then I sat aside and watched Mu Hanyao reading through the military book while Lan Jingshu was sitting next to the book table. What was written on the pen.

Xing Wuyun suddenly felt bored. Nowadays, he can't drink wine, so he can only lie on the soft couch bored and writhe, thinking, how long will this day be?

Feng Aotian accompanied Ye Meixi to take a nap on the bed for a while, then got off the bed and walked into this room. He saw Xing Wuyun holding a chopstick in his left hand and a dagger in his right hand. Gu Di played.

Feng Aotian stared at him with interest, and then with a flick of his finger, the dagger in his hand fell into her hand, playing with him, "This dagger looks very delicate."

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Let me play for a few days."

Xing Wuyun quickly got up on the soft couch, raised his forehead, looked at the sky, turned his eyes, and stared at her fiercely, "Master, when you show up next time, can you remind the courtier first?"

"Why, can't bear it?" Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, leaning against the door, smiling deeply.

Xing Wuyun whispered, "This dagger is made of thousand-year-old profound iron, and cuts the iron like mud. In this world, there are only three left."

"Oh, where are the other two?" Feng Aotian moved his wrist and swiped the dagger in the air with strength, and she saw a bright light flashing. She had already reached Xing Wuyun's face, and Xing Wuyun was scattered. A strand of blue silk was also broken with the dagger.

Feng Aotian got up with satisfaction, "Sure enough."

Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and glanced at Feng Aotian, "The prince, the courtier is very sorry for your life, you must not scare the courtier in this way in the future."

Feng Aotian looked sideways, "Go ahead, where are the other two?"

"One is in the hands of Emperor Yuluo, and the other is in the hands of Emperor Xuanmo." Xing Wuyun said as he stared at the dagger in Feng Aotian's hands, "I heard that Emperor Xuanmo is so beautiful. Allure, known as the most beautiful man in the world, unfortunately, he has a grumpy temper, and he has a quirk. That is, no one can say a word in front of him."

"You mean Emperor Xuanmo, Emperor Xuanyuan Yu?" Lan Jingshu raised his eyes, put down the Zhubi in his hand, got up, moved forward, and asked warmly with interest.

"Yeah." Xing Wuyun nodded.

"He doesn't like what others say?" Feng Aotian looked at Xing Wuyun, Xie Mei smiled.

"The word'blood'." Xing Wuyun smiled when he thought of this place, "Because, he is very afraid of blood, but unfortunately, he still likes killing."

"Since I am afraid of blood, I will definitely not kill people myself." Feng Aotian felt that this person was very contradictory.

"Therefore, every time he kills, he will blindfold his eyes with black gauze. In this way, what he sees is not red, but black." Xing Wuyun smiled openly.

"Why did this one fall into your hands?" Feng Aotian raised the dagger, pressing it against his chest, and asked in a deep voice.

"This..." Xing Wuyun leaned on the soft couch, looked down at the shirt on his chest and touched the dagger. He had already opened a hole, and his body quickly stepped back, "From Wei Zimo Asked."

"He is very stingy, how could he easily give it to you?" Feng Aotian turned his wrist, and the shirt on his chest broke again, reaching the white skin on his heart.

"It's not that that guy is too clean, wants to kill but he doesn't want to do it himself, so he can only let the courtier do it." Xing Wuyun glanced at the dagger with a bit more, and then he wanted to cut his skin and quickly returned. Tao.

Feng Aotian gently hooked, and the dagger ran across his skin, seeming to traverse a beautiful arc, leaving his heart, Xing Wuyun suddenly sighed, just about to get up, he saw a scarlet overflowing from his heart. He quickly got up from the soft couch and stared at Feng Aotian, "The lord...what did the minister do wrong?"

"Disrespect to the master." Feng Aotian put away the dagger, "this belongs to the master."

Xing Wuyun stretched out his hand to cover his wound, watched the dagger fall into her hand, jumped off the soft bed, "Master, didn't you say you only play for a few days?"

"Huh? Do you have an opinion?" Feng Aotian looked sideways, the dagger had fallen into her arms, moved forward over him, and then sat down, "If the chest wound is not treated in time, it will leave scars. , Lord is not responsible."

"The prince is not responsible." Xing Wuyun said in a deep voice, turning around and stepping out of the room.

Lan Jingshu looked at this situation, then silently withdrew to the book table, picked up a pen, and wrote the files of the past few days.

Mu Hanyao is also looking at the military book in his hand.

"Master, everything is done." Poo's voice sounded.

Feng Aotian smiled at the corner of his mouth, "Well, those who are willing to submit to the king will have many rewards. If you don't want to, kill them all."

"Yes." Po replied, and then said, "Two hours ago, Shifei Mu took General Leng to the Leng Mansion."

"Well, now he is 80% better, and it is good to go out and walk around." Feng Aotian said with brows and eyes lightly.

"Miss Leng asked about General Mu's recent situation." Po Fu replied.

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at Mu Hanyao, "He didn't even know that General Mu still has such a pretty lady in Beijing."

Mu Hanyao raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian's gaze as cold as usual, "Mu and Leng are family friends, and the minister has treated her as a younger sister since childhood."

Feng Aotian got up, walked slowly in front of him, stretched out his hand, raised his chin, and stared at her, eyes facing each other, a deep cold expression and an unpredictable expression.

"If General Mu likes it, how about if you don't let go of your favor, and give an order to give you a marriage?" Feng Aotian's thin lips lightly opened, and he said unusually lightly.

Mu Hanyao did not change his face, and met her cold gaze, fearlessly, "The minister has no intention of talking about marriage now."

"What about in the future?" Feng Aotian asked immediately.

"I don't know." Mu Hanyao replied honestly.

Feng Aotian sneered, turned around indifferently, and walked out of the house.

Mu Hanyao stared at her leaving figure, looked down, his expression unchanged, and continued to look at the scroll.

Xing Wuyun leaned against the pavilion, raised his eyes and looked far away. The breeze was blowing his face, blowing his blue silk, and his clothes fluttered. With a little bit of romance, Feng Aotian approached him. In front of me, watching the chest leaking, still dripping blood, "What are you thinking about?"

"It's been a long time since I felt distressed." Xing Wuyun turned his eyes, smiled at Feng Aotian, and continued to turn his eyes, looking into the distance.

Feng Aotian leaned against him and looked up at the sky, "Sometimes after wearing the mask for a long time, I feel that he is the same, so he forgets what he really looks like." /

"Really?" Xing Wuyun smiled, beautiful as a peach blossom, and put his legs together randomly. "If you take off the mask, it will be more painful to live."

Feng Aotian whispered, "Placed in death and reborn, if you don't try, how can you know it won't work."

Xing Wuyun turned his eyes and looked up at her. Her face was lighter than the clouds in the sky, making people unpredictable. The clouds and mountains were covered in mist, but she was lonely and vicissitudes of life.

He restrained his talented look, and then returned to his old uninhibited smile, "The prince, the courtier can be injured now."

Feng Aotian leans forward slightly, facing his eyes, red lips slightly hooked, and slowly close to his lips until she wants to touch them, her fingers have slipped into his chest along the skirt skin.

Xing Wuyun suddenly looked like he had seen a ghost, his body tilted, and then he fell from the pavilion. With a "puff", he fell into the pond again.

He stared at the smile at the corner of her mouth, but didn't get annoyed. Instead, he waved his hands in the pond and laughed loudly.

Feng Aotian puts his hands around his chest, leaning on his side, looking at his wanton and wild smile. In this world, he is not the only one who lives with a mask.

Ye Meixi slowly walked to her side, leaning in her arms, "Master, is he stupid?"

"Others laugh at me and I am crazy, I laugh at others who can't see through, I am not a fish, I know the joy of fish." Feng Aotian looked at Ye Meixi, "My complexion is much better."

"The Lord will stay with me for these two days, and no others are allowed beside me." Ye Meixi said domineeringly.

Feng Aotian raised his hand, took him into his arms, smiled lightly, "Okay."

After Xing Wuyun smiled enough, he spun out of the pond and splashed in all directions. He fluttered in front of Feng Aotian, still a free and unrestrained temper. "The prince, the courtier thinks that I will see you in the future. There is a pond, or a clear lake."

"Well, if you are drunk in the future, Xiu will come to find the Lord, lest you be frivolous." Feng Aotian also retorted.

Xing Wuyun laughed loudly, "The prince, this can blame the courtier, if the prince does not force the courtier to stay here, nothing will happen."

"You are right. In the future, you won't have to drink, so you won't be drunk, and you won't be rude to your master." Feng Aotian nodded and said, holding Ye Meixi and leaving the pavilion.

Xing Wuyun, wearing a wet dada lichen shirt, turned his eyes, looked at Feng Aotian's figure, a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then resumed his previous temperament, rushing to Feng Aotian rascally, " , This is not okay. If you want the courtier not to drink alcohol for a day, it is better to kill the courtier with a knife."

Feng Aotian looked at him and took out the dagger of Shicai from his arms, "Master likes killing people most."

Xing Wuyun showed pain on his face, "Master, why do you bother your courtier?"

Feng Aotian sneered, "Don't go in yet, if you eat it, you will not have your share of the good wine you prepared for dinner tonight."

Xing Wuyun looked like he was dying a while ago. At this moment, he seemed to be reborn, smiling and busying at Feng Aotian, and followed her into the house.

Ye Meixi looked at Xing Wuyun's gluttonous appearance, couldn't help but snorted, then sat beside Feng Aotian, "Master, look at his virtue of seeing wine."

Feng Aotian smiled lightly, "Wine is a good thing, as the saying goes, drunk can relieve a thousand sorrows."

"That's also true, a toast is more sorrowful." Ye Meixi brought the soup to Feng Aotian, staring disdainfully at Xing Wuyun holding the pot of wine contentedly.

"It's just an excuse to escape." Feng Aotian said lightly, then put the dishes into each person's bowl, "Leave him alone."

Xing Wuyun raised his head, took a cup, listened to Feng Aotian's words, a frustration flashed between his eyebrows, then put down the wine glass, grabbed the chopsticks, and ate.

After dinner, Ye Meixi adhered to Feng Aotian, and the two sat in the courtyard admiring the moon.

Mu Hanyao leaned against the window, raised his eyes, looked at the night, lowered his eyes, and continued to read the military books quietly.

Lan Jing traveled to Xing Wuyun's body, watching him comfortably hug his hip flask, and said with a smile, "Brother Wuyun, you've been drunk once today."

Xing Wuyun turned over slightly, raised his eyes, and looked at Lan Jingshu, "It's rare to get drunk a few times in life, good wine, naturally you will be drunk."

"It's not as good as everyone's pleasure. Instead of drinking alone, you and I haven't drank together for a long time. It's rare to have this leisurely feeling today, why not be together?" Lan Jingshu immediately sat aside and said softly.

"That's fine." Xing Wuyun immediately got up, put the flask down, turned his eyes, and looked at Mu Hanyao in the distance, "Brother Hanyao, why not be together."

Mu Hanyao raised his eyes, put down the scroll, then got up, walked steadily to the soft couch, and looked at the two of them, "How many years have the three of us been together for a drink?"

"It should be five years." Lan Jingshu counted the days and said with a small smile, "At that time, it was because you and Brother Chiba made a triumphant return, that they helped you two together. A celebration banquet."

"Well, that day, I drank the most enjoyable." Xing Wuyun thought of the situation on that day, and laughed, "Come on, you and the three of you also have a good drink tonight."

In the courtyard, Feng Aotian listened to the conversation of the three of them with a slight smile on the corners of his mouth. He looked sideways, watching Ye Meixi leaning in his arms, and smiled.

"Master, don't you go in and join in the fun?" Ye Meixi asked in a low voice, reaching out and hugging her.

Feng Aotian smiled evilly and said, "You don't want to go and let go. It's not better to have you with him."

This night, the three people in the house chatted with each other and enjoyed themselves. The two in the yard depended on each other and watched the moon.

In the palace, Feng Yinqi has always had trouble sleeping and eating these days. For some reason, the night is even more nightmares.

Defu walked into the bedroom with the soup medicine, and saw that Feng Yinqi's complexion was very ugly. He hurried forward and said with concern, "The emperor, your dragon body is slightly ill in the past few days, the old slave should still ask the imperial doctor to give it to you. Check it out."

Feng Yinqi raised his eyes and looked at the medicine in Defu's hand, "Did the queen send someone to bring it?"

"Exactly." Telford nodded, "This is the heart of the empress dowager."

"Come on." Feng Yinqi looked at it, and his eyebrows swept a touch of sadness. He also understood some things.

Defu took the medicine over, Feng Yinqi drank it in one sip, then raised his eyes and looked at the moonlight outside the window, "Uncle Wang has been away for a long time, when will he come back?"

"The emperor, the regent should be back soon." Telford replied distressedly looking at Feng Yinqi's dazed expression.

"I'm afraid it will be late, I won't see it." Feng Yinqi said quietly, and then lay down, "I'm tired, you can withdraw."

"Yes." Defu said strangely to Feng Yinqi, but did not dare to ask more, and respectfully withdrew from the hall.

Feng Yinqi opened his eyes, looked around the huge palace, sighed deeply, and slowly closed his eyes.

Regent Palace, Mu Hanjin looked at Leng Qianye more silently than before, sat in the bamboo forest, silently, he slowly stepped forward and sat down, "Big Brother Leng, what are you thinking?"

"When I go out of the house today, I know, what is a day in the mountains, the world has been thousands of years." Leng Qianye's tone was extremely weak, and he seemed to have exhausted all his strength to say such a thing.

Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and said lightly, "If you want to go back to the Leng Mansion, I can accompany you back every day."

"It is always uncomfortable." Leng Qianye looked at Mu Hanjin, "What I want is freedom."

"The prince said before leaving, everything is waiting for her to come back." Mu Hanjin turned her eyes and looked at him, "I believe she will be able to return to Beijing in a few days."

"She came back, I don't know what the situation is." Leng Qianye sneered, then filled the glass and handed it to Mu Hanjin, "Tonight, you accompany me for a drink."

Mu Hanjin picked up the wine glass and smiled lightly, "Okay."

The two are also everything in their own words. Once, they were all high-spirited young talents, but they were imprisoned in this cage. Now they are just longing for freedom.

The next day, when Feng Aotian woke up, she looked sideways and saw that Ye Meixi was no longer by her side. She got up and entered the house, throwing hip flasks everywhere, and the three of them lay on the soft couch leaning forward, it seems that last night I am very happy to drink.

Feng Ao Tian Jing went to the inner hall on his own, washed and changed clothes, and then walked out, and she saw that Mu Hanyao was not in the house. She lifted up and walked out of the house, and saw him standing with his hands holding hands, looking up at the sky deeply He took a deep breath.

"Lord doesn't know, you drink very well." Feng Aotian walked slowly to his side and stood.

Mu Hanyao turned around and said respectfully, "Master."

Feng Aotian stared at the front, but did not look at him, "Another day, I will have a few drinks with him."

"Yes." Mu Hanyao still recovered his former unsmiling side, and yesterday's side that was rare to talk and laugh has already gone with the smell of wine.

Feng Aotian knows that their hearts have been depressed, unwilling, and painful for a long time, "Go wash."

"The minister retire." Mu Hanyao said solemnly, turned around indifferently, and stepped into the house.

"Lord, have breakfast." A pleasant voice sounded, and Ye Meixi came towards her with the meal.

A gentle light flashed in her eyes, "I haven't seen anyone for a while, so you are in the dining room."

"Master, Meixi wants to make some food for you before I leave." Ye Meixi looked at Feng Aotian, her beautiful face was still that enchanting and charming, even with a smile on her face. There are thousands of amorous feelings, but in those eyes, there is a deep feeling that cannot be dissipated.

Feng Aotian was touched at this moment. In the last life, no one cared for her so much. In this life, for the first time, someone was willing to cook for her, and her heart seemed to have opened a light. There was a warm current slowly flowing into the ground, she stepped forward and took the tray from his hand, "Thank you."

Ye Meixi smiled, very satisfied. How difficult is it for such a proud person to say thank you?

The two entered the house. Xing Wuyun and Lan Jingshu had already got up, changed their clothes, and after washing, they walked out and watched Feng Aotian personally carrying the meal. The three of them were obviously startled.

Ye Meixi looked at them, "This is the Lord's."

The three of them naturally self-evident, this is the breakfast that Ye Meixi personally cooked for the regent. The three of them stopped talking and left the house by themselves.

Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and looked at the sky, "Oh..."

Jingxi walked over with the hangover soup, "Master, this is the hangover soup that the prince ordered the minions last night."

Lan Jingshu turned her eyes, looked at Jingxi, her eyes flashed with darkness, and then said, "Well, let's go in."

"Yes." Jingxi replied, and then entered another room.

Mu Hanyao didn't speak any more, just stepped inside, Lan Jingshu and Xing Wuyun immediately followed, and the three of them sat at the table, suddenly feeling a little empty and uncomfortable.

The three of them were relatively speechless, not talking as much as they did last night, but each had their own minds. After breakfast, they walked out of the house.

Feng Aotian looked at the dishes in front of him, "I never expected that you would cook a good dish."

"I deliberately learned it before, thinking that in the future, when I meet a loved one, I will cook it for her." Ye Meixi put the vegetables into her bowl, her eyes filled with smiles.

Feng Aotian was slightly startled and looked at him, is she too selfish and ruthless? Now, her identity cannot be revealed. She looked at him, but finally couldn't speak.

Xing Wuyun leaned at the door and watched the two eating breakfast happily. Only then did he remember that they had all eaten together these few days. Now, only the two of them felt very uncomfortable.

Lan Jingshu didn't speak, but walked into the house by himself, then walked to the book case, continuing with what was not done last night.

Mu Hanyao went to set up defenses. Xing Wuyun was left behind again, very boring, so he leaned at the door and looked at the two big men in the house.

Finally remembered the last time I watched the picture of the two of them, you and I, and I wanted to vomit for a few days and nights, but now, how do you find it pleasing to the eye?

When he thought of this, he quickly turned around, his face was astonished, and when it was over, did he have a habit of breaking sleeves?

Suddenly became agitated, then turned around and saw that Feng Aotian had finished breakfast, standing in front of him, looking at him.

He quickly showed a weird smile, "Master..."

"Have you seen enough?" Feng Aotian asked in a low voice.

"Well, I've seen enough, I've seen enough, the prince will continue, and the minister will not bother." Xing Wuyun laughed, and then leaned back, and in a flash, he disappeared.

Ye Meixi stepped forward and wrapped her waist, "Master, what are you doing today?"

"What do you want to do?" Feng Aotian asked with a chuckle.

"Lord, let's paint for Meixi Huafu." Ye Meixi thought on a whim and smiled.

"Okay." Feng Aotian nodded, and then the two of them walked into the house, spread out the rice paper, and looked at Ye Meixi lying on his side and on the soft couch, drawing intently.

The Lan Jingshu on the side raised his eyes, looked at the picture in front of him, curled his eyebrows, and did what he should do again, ignoring it.

I don’t know how long it took, Feng Aotian closed the pen, put down the Zhubi, and looked at Ye Meixi, "Okay."

Ye Meixi got up from the soft couch with her delicate lips slightly raised, and walked in front of her step by step, looking at the portrait in front of her, smiling deeper, "lifelike."

"Well, this king will mount it immediately." Feng Aotian said, and then looked at Lan Jingshu, "Jingshu, mount this picture to the master."

Lan Jingshu raised his eyes, wrote down, respectfully said, "Yes."

Then he left from the book table, walked to Feng Aotian's side, looked at the painting in front of him, the person in the painting has a charming charm of his own, even the enchantment between the eyebrows is also sketched into the woods. , He raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian. He didn't expect the regent's painter to have such a superb accomplishment, and he couldn't help but admire it secretly.

Feng Aotian looked at Lan Jingshu, "In the future, I will draw a picture for you."

"Chen, thank you, Lord." Lan Jingshu was expecting her to say so in her heart. Now, when she really spoke like this, he quickly agreed.

Ye Meixi looked sideways, looked at the Lan Jingshu in front of her, thinking about this person, she looked gentle and uncommon, but she should not be underestimated. He can see how he is hiding in the past few days. The ability.

This day was very dull. Everyone did their own thing. Xing Wuyun went out for a day and did not come back. He didn't come back until the sky darkened. He held a jug of wine in his hands and walked into the house with a big smile.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Where did you get this drink?"

"Steal it." Xing Wuyun said triumphantly, "This is the daughter Hong who has been buried under the pear tree for 20 years."

"Where did you steal it?" Feng Aotian looked at him, and then asked.

"Well..." Xing Wuyun hesitated to speak, then unsealed the wine jar, sniffing the aroma of the wine, "Well, it's not bad."

Feng Aotian is noncommittal, "If you eat stealthily, wipe your mouth clean, go to the brothel and then go to the brothel, why hide it?"

Xing Wuyun was immediately bored, sitting at the table, "what about it?"

"Just stole a jar of wine back?" Feng Aotian asked in a deep voice.

"Hmm." Xing Wuyun felt a little unhappy when he thought of this.

Feng Aotian didn't ask any more, and several people were speechless.

In the middle of the night, Ye Meixi leaned in Feng Aotian's arms, staring blankly, and asked in a low voice, "Master, when I return, Jiangshan is hired, can you marry me?"

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