This Lord is Too Cruel: 120 He and she really match up

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Male sex: "Master" is too cruel, 120 he and she really match

"I'm just saying that the emperor wants to give him a marriage. Shu Chi Wurong" Leng Peihan lowered his head and replied.

Lan Jingshu's eyes dimmed, as if it were clear, even Yi Mu and Gu Yefeng who were on one side also realized something, the three of them set their eyes on Leng Peihan and shook their heads helplessly.

Leng Peihan looked at the expressions of the three of them, and naturally understood, the eldest brother's mind, sighed quietly.

Feng Aotian rode Aoxue directly into the barracks, and saw that the barracks were already in a melee. Her eyes flashed coldly and flew into the camp, and the man in black in front of her was looking at Feng. Aotian glanced at each other, turned around and left.

Feng Aotian's eyes were cold, "Don't let any of them go, kill without mercy."

"Yes." The following Poo replied in a low voice. In an instant, she saw Po and his dark guards surrounding the black-clothed men in front of him, and the remaining black-clothed men turned into dead bodies in a blink of an eye.

Feng Aotian walked forward to the side of the bed, and saw Mu Hanyao propping up his eyes, looking at her.

She whispered, "Han Yao."

Mu Hanyao looked at her with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, then couldn't hold it back, and passed out.

Feng Aotian hurriedly stepped forward, raised his hand, embraced him in his arms, bowed his head, and probed his pulse, "Fortunately, it was just a little loose."

She helped him up, left the camp, walked into his camp, put him on the bed, covered the quilt, and walked into the Leng Qianye camp.

There are bloodstains all over the camp, her face is gloomy, she stepped forward, picked up Leng Qianye on the bed, and said coldly, "Clean up this place again."

"Yes." Po responded.

"Those who dare to move the Lord, take them to the woods and feed them to the Lord's baby." Feng Aotian whispered.

"Yes." Po hurriedly motioned to the dark guard on one side and began to move.

Feng Aotian took Leng Qianye back to her camp, put him on the bed, pulsed for him, her injuries were serious, her eyes sank, she took off his clothes and saw it There were two palm prints, which were already blue and black. She raised her eyes and stared at his pale face, still indifferent and dusty. She went on the bed and sat cross-legged, with her palms resting on his chest. Heal his injuries.

Time passed slowly, Mu Hanyao slowly opened his eyes, held his aching forehead, and got up. He thought that when Shi Cai was drowsy, he saw the emperor, supporting his weak body while facing away. Go outside.

Li Su walked over with the bandage and looked at Mu Hanyao, "General Mu, are you awake?"

"The emperor is here?" Mu Hanyao asked her the first sentence.

"Yes, right now, I am healing General Leng." Li Su nodded, thinking that the emperor was still as expected, and would come whenever there was a crisis at the border.

Mu Hanyao looked at Li Su, nodded slightly, and then walked forward, "Is it in the emperor's camp or?"

"General Leng's camp is now being repaired." Li Su said.

"Yeah." Mu Hanyao nodded, then lifted up and walked to the camp specially arranged for Feng Aotian.

Looking at today's hour, three hours have passed, he opened the curtain, walked in, and saw that on the bed, Feng Aotian's forehead was drenched with a thin layer of sweat, and his handsome face was transparent. Undoubtedly frightened, he walked forward slowly, stood by her side, staring at her, and only a few days passed. In these days when she was away, apart from fighting, he could not think of her, other At that time, whenever the night was quiet, her face appeared in his mind.

It wasn't until late at night that Feng Aotian slowly put her palms away, opened her eyes, and Leng Qianye's body fell towards her, she took him into her arms along the way, took out the Jinpa from her sleeve, and wiped him With the sweat on his face, he then laid him flat on the bed, covered the quilt, turned his eyes, and saw Mu Hanyao, "Why stand here?"

Mu Hanyao looked at her, took out the black Jinpa in his arms, and wiped the sweat from her forehead. This was the first time that he actively wiped the sweat for a person, and wanted to take care of one. people.

Feng Aotian smiled and got up. Due to excessive internal energy consumption, her body was weak and dizzy. When she shook her body, she was embraced by Mu Hanyao.

Feng Aotian leaned in his arms, raised his eyes, and stared at him, "Why don't you speak?"

Mu Hanyao still stared at her. After a long time, he said, his voice was a little dull, "The emperor, the minister missed you."

Feng Aotian curled his lips and smiled, wrapped his waist around him, and said with a smile, "When did you learn to say such nasty things?"

"I just never said it." Mu Hanyao hugged her and walked to the soft couch on one side. Feng Aotian leaned in his arms, and the two lay on their sides and on the soft couch.

She stretched out her hand and stroked his face, "A lot tougher."

"The emperor, the minister thought you couldn't make it." When Mu Hanyao saw the people in black last night, he was a little scared, afraid that he would never see him again, or he and Leng Qianye would die like this .

Feng Aotian leaned in his arms, "Master knows what you are worried about, don't worry, there will be no trouble with your master."

"The minister will always live with the emperor." Mu Hanyao said sincerely.

Feng Aotian raised his head and looked at him, "Who did you learn from?"

Mu Hanyao's stern face was dyed with a slight smile, that smile was like the melting of a snow-capped mountain, translucent, "It's the emperor."

Feng Aotian laughed, leaning forward slightly, lowered his head, and kissed his lips.

Mu Hanyao turned over, pressed her under him, bowed his head, and kissed her back.

In the capital, Xuanyuan Yu learned that the people he sent had missed, and a cold light shattered in his eyes, "It's all useless things."

"My lord, what should I do now?" the attendant asked from one side.

"How?" Xuanyuanyu snorted coldly, "I want to see what else she has."

"What does the emperor mean?" the attendant continued.

"Tomorrow is not the day of Chu Lingtian's great rejoicing. Since she dared to move my people, I should take them back." Xuanyuan Yu continued.

"The minion understands." The attendant responded quickly.

Le Qiguo, Xing Wuyun also learned about the destruction of Lingjiu Kingdom, turned his eyes, looked at the angry Wei Zimo inside the bead curtain, smiled and said, "I didn't say it earlier, let you hurry up Will the industry of Lingjiu Nation be recovered? Look, now, there is no return."

Wei Zimo snorted coldly, "She wants to turn Lingjiu Kingdom into hers, it hasn't been so easy yet."

"What do you mean?" Xing Wuyun was lying on his side and on the soft couch, holding wine in his arms, with a charming luster on his cheeks, looking at the cold Wei Zimo inside the bead curtain.

"You will know it then." Wei Zimo's beautiful eyes shined with calculations.

Xing Wuyun looked at him as if he had an idea, and shook his head helplessly, "Hey..."

"What's your expression?" Wei Zimo turned his eyes, looked at his appearance, and asked dissatisfiedly.

"I'm afraid that you will lose your wife and lose your troops." Xing Wuyun raised his head and took a sip of wine. Anyway, now, how far away he is from Feng Aotian, How far.

Wei Zimo looked at him, "Are you doubting me?"

"Think about it, what a powerful role Xuanyuanyu is. He sent his powerful generals to the Lingjiu Nation. In the end, he didn't lose his troops. He even brought his generals into the Feng Nation today. Tomorrow It’s not that I have to marry the woman who took him abducted. This is now the most talked-about talk of all countries after dinner.” Xing Wuyun thought, in today’s world, except for the emperors of the three powerful nations, only Feng Aotian can have this. She is arrogant, but her arrogance is not concealed. Even though she is only a third-class country, a small emperor in a small land, she can still have such an arrogant style, compared with those who have big countries. , But it is much more powerful.

In this world, who can use a woman as an official, I'm afraid she is the only one who let the two women go to destroy the country in the first battle, and the return of the victory is undoubtedly on Xuanyuanyu’s face. With a big slap, can Xuanyuan Yu let her go?

However, thinking that Xuanyuanyu is now in Fengguo, but was ignored by her, he feels happy, the emperor of the dignified Xuanmo country, and also known as the most beautiful man in the world, but has not entered Feng Aotian His eyes, for some reason, really made him happy.

"How can Xuanyuanyu compare with me?" Wei Zimo snorted coldly. "He just relied on his appearance and the supreme power, so he thought that the whole world belonged to him. In my eyes, I am so arrogant and arrogant. In my eyes, he is nothing but a arrogant dude."

Xing Wuyun listened to his words, "Even if he is a dude, he is also the emperor of a country. You have not heard of his methods for a long time, but they kill people without blinking an eye. Compared with Feng Aotian's brutal acts, they are over. Nothing less."

Xing Wuyun listened to his words and chuckled, "Yes, one is the emperor of a big country who is mad and murderous, and the other is the emperor of a small country who is extremely cruel and rogue. You said, they two are a perfect match."

Xing Wuyun was about to drink, listening to his words, "Puff" spouted a sip of wine and laughed out loud, "Haha, you mean, Xuanyuanyu and Feng Aotian?"

"Yes, anyway, after Xuanyuanyu has not been established, he has been the emperor for five years, and there is not even a woman. Don't you think it is strange?" Wei Zimo turned his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun Exaggerated expression, cold tone.

"That's true." Xing Wuyun nodded, "However, it is impossible for him and Feng Aotian."

"There is nothing impossible in this world." Wei Zimo sneered, "Anyway, both people have the same hobbies."

"Haha." Xing Wuyun listened with more joy, "I said, how could you think of this place? How proud of Xuanyuanyu's temperament, he can't wait to kill Feng Aotian now, maybe, soon, He would destroy Feng Country by himself, so why would you like Feng Aotian?"

"What if Feng Aotian fell in love with him?" Wei Zimo looked at Xing Wuyun directly, "If this is the case, Feng Aotian has a lot of help, after all, Xuan Moguo can support her." /

"If this is the case, why didn't she lift your veil at the beginning, if so, then, half of your property is hers, isn't she happier." Xing Wuyun pointed the finger at Wei Zimo .

"Huh." Wei Zimo looked at him, "If she dares to lift my veil, I will take her off."

"Are you willing?" Xing Wuyun asked amusingly, then raised his head and took a sip of wine.

Wei Zimo quickly opened the bead curtain and stood in front of him three steps away, "What do you mean? You told her about me, otherwise, how could she know about me? I I didn’t find you to settle accounts, but now you are making fun of me?"

Xing Wuyun quickly got up and watched him vigilantly, thinking, wouldn't it irritate him again? Biting his lip bitterly, he continued, "I just said it casually, why should you take it seriously?"

"Say it casually?" Wei Zimo was annoyed when he thought of this. "If it weren't for your casual talk, I would let her give..."

Xing Wuyun looked at him and asked in a puzzled way, "How long has it passed, how can you not forget this?"

"This is my shame and shame, I can forget it." Wei Zimo felt angry when he thought of this, and looked at Xing Wuyun more and more unpleasant.

Xing Wuyun got up with interest, and then flew into the Furong Pavilion.

Wei Zimo watched Xing Wuyun fall in the Furong Pavilion. He had calculated that he would not be contaminated with that kind of fireworks, let alone fly over, but now, the tone in his heart has been unable to come out. To care about Feng Aotian's affairs, but every time, he always receives news about her, and every time he can't help being angry.

Looking at Xing Wuyun lying on the recliner of Furong Pavilion, he tapped his toes and flew over. Just about to land, he saw the old bustard standing in front of him, bowing and saying, "His Royal Highness, my master said Now, if you want to come to Furong Pavilion, you must lift your veil."

Wei Zimo looked at her and said solemnly, "Get out of the way!"

"His Majesty, the slave and maid just obeyed the master's instructions. You know the temper of my master." The old bustard in front of him whispered.

Wei Zimo was a little anxious, then looked at Xing Wuyun, and then at the guards who had fallen behind her, suddenly furious, then raised his palm, and hit the old bustard in front of him.

Xing Wuyun sat on the recliner in his spare time. He was taking a sip of tea smugly. Then, he saw the old bustard just avoiding Wei Zimo’s palm, and then said, "His Royal Highness, my master still Having said that, if you are not targeting Furong Pavilion, the servants will not stop you, please."

Wei Zimo fell beside Xing Wuyun, looking at the old bustard in front of him, "What else did your master say?"

"The master said, if the third majesty wants to find Young Master Xing unhappy, Furong Pavilion is at your disposal, as long as you leave the money for repairs." The old bustard continued.

Xing Wuyun stood up from the recliner and looked at the old bustard in front of him, "Your master is too good at crossing the river and tearing down the bridge."

The old bustard turned his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, "Master Xing, the master said, if you come back to Furong Pavilion after drinking, you will be beaten out."

Xing Wuyun listened to her and was very angry. Oh, Feng Aotian, you dare to do this to me. Just about to step forward to teach the old bustard, he saw Wei Zimo gently waving his hand, pulling out the green bamboo on one side, and waving Xiang Xing Wuyun.

Xing Wuyun hurriedly flashed and looked at Wei Zimo, "You really fought, you didn't see it, is this Feng Aotian deliberately?"

Wei Zimo looked at him, "Regardless of her intentions, I am the one who beats you now."

Xing Wuyun feels a little helpless. He really doesn’t want to play with him. He looks at him, "I warn you, if you dare to do anything, I will run away from home. I walked far away so that you will never find it. Me."

Wei Zimo looked at his rogue appearance, and remembered Feng Aotian, and couldn't help but let out a low growl, "If you escape to the end of the world, I can also find you. If that time comes, you might Even worse."

Xing Wuyun snorted coldly, "It depends on whether you have that ability."

Speaking, while he was unprepared, he turned around and rushed to the third floor of Furong Pavilion, huh, since Feng Aotian wanted to ask for money from Wei Zimo, he would not stop doing it and obey her. The intention, today, let Wei Zimo dismantle the Furong Pavilion.

Wei Zimo followed the flying body and chased after Xing Wuyun. The old bustard Ziyun stood on one side, watching the two leaving, with a smile on his mouth.

The subordinates behind him felt distressed, "Ziyun, if this Furong Pavilion is really torn down, wouldn't it have to come again?"

"What are you afraid of? Anyway, the third majesty has money. As the master said, Furong Pavilion has been in disrepair for a long time, so let him do whatever he wants. When the time comes, check the cash, and we will build a new one." Zi Yun then sat on one side. Listening to the screams downstairs and the earth-shaking noise, the corners of her mouth smile deeply.

Xing Wuyun evaded Wei Zimo's pursuit, and demolished the entire third floor. For Wei Zimo, he really had no choice but to raise his head and shouted, "Feng Aotian, I'm never ending with you."

Wei Zimo looked at him, then looked at the furnishings on the third floor in front of him, as well as the woman on it, staring in disgust, then looking at Xing Wuyun, even more furious, "Xing Wuyun. You. It was deliberate and led me to Furong Pavilion and made me look sick."

Xing Wuyun watched Wei Zimo’s hygienic disorder recurring, and laughed out loud, “Yes, it’s all powdery, and there are also stinky men and beauties. This third floor is pretty good. No, I will take you to the second floor for a tour?"

Xing Wuyun smiled freely, and then flew down to the second floor. Wei Zimo looked at his crazy appearance, his beautiful eyes were full of anger, and then flew close behind him. Today, he went out.

In the frontier, Mu Hanyao has left the barracks and went to rectify the troops to prevent the invasion of the country.

Feng Aotian sat next to the bed, watching Leng Qianye’s face, remembering that when he first saw him, he was dismissive of himself, even though she was laughing at him, he was indifferent. A scornful look.

She is a little strange. When did he think about himself?

She raised her hand, brushed his fingertips across his pale cheeks and traced his eyebrows, she was thinking, maybe, only he knew it.

Leng Qianye woke up faintly, opened his eyes, and Feng Aotian’s beautiful smiling face was greeted by Feng Aotian's smile. He was startled slightly, then he raised his eyebrows, thinking that he was dreaming. How could she appear at this time? ? Could it be that he is dead?

Feng Aotian looked at his still indifferent expression, and chuckled, "I haven't woken up after sleeping for so long?"

Leng Qianye suddenly opened his eyes and stared at her, "The emperor..."

Feng Aotian raised his hand, placing his fingertips on his lips, "Master knows."

Leng Qianye's eyes flickered, does she know everything? Then, as well as his thoughts, does she also understand?

He raised his hand, pushed her hand on his lips away, and then said, "The emperor, please take your life back."

"Recover what?" Feng Aotian looked at him and asked.

"The minister will not marry a wife, and there is no need for the emperor to grant marriage." Leng Qianye said coldly.

"Oh, it turned out to be this." Feng Aotian deliberately prolonged his voice, "What if I insist on doing this?"

"The minister will only die once." Leng Qianye raised his eyes and stared at her with a firm tone.

Feng Aotian moved forward slightly, hooking his chin, "If so, do you like the person I gave you the marriage?"

"The person whom the minister likes will never give a marriage." Leng Qianye looked at her directly. At this moment, he did not know why he said such words. Maybe, after he moved his mind to her, all Everything has changed.

"Really?" Feng Aotian stepped forward and approached him slightly, then pressed his lips, and kissed gently, "Then who do you like?"

Leng Qianye was lying on the bed, looking at her with his eyes open, and slowly closing his eyes, his heart was aching, "The emperor, the minister is exhausted."

Feng Aotian looked at his stubborn look, and then lay on his side, "If you are tired, just rest."

Leng Qianye looked at her and lay on his side like this, then turned and turned his back to her. At this time, can he speak? He remembered that although he was with her in order to hold Mei Ji, he had physical contact with her after all, and when he did that, he had already put away his thoughts on her , Isn't it?

Feng Aotian stepped forward slightly, wrapped his back around his waist, and leaned his cheeks on his back, "Why are you so stubborn?"

Leng Qianye's figure trembled, and a pain flashed through Hanyu's indifferent eyes, then she closed her eyes, pressed her lips tightly, and said nothing.

Feng Aotian then turned his body over, lowered his head, kissed his lips, opened his fingers and kneaded gently.

Leng Qianye closed her eyes tightly and allowed her to wander freely on her body, can he really say it?

He opened his eyes suddenly, raised his hand, held her hand, and looked at her, "The emperor, the hand of the minister touched another woman."

Feng Aotian lowered his head, looked at his hand, looked at him, "Where else have you touched?"

"Here." Leng Qianye raised his hand and pointed to his shoulder, "Such a minister, would you still want it?"

Feng Aotian lowered his head and drank his lips, "I don't want anyone else to touch him."

Leng Qianye felt cold, then pushed her away from her, got down on the bed barefoot, took a sword on one side, pierced her shoulder, and saw the red blood dripping from his shoulder. Landing on the ground, he didn't even frown his brows, then raised his arm, and cut off at the hand that he had once pulled Meiji away.

Feng Aotian flicked his finger, knocked his sword down, leaned on the bed, and watched him, "If this hand is abolished, which hand would you use to kill the enemy?"

Leng Qianye looked at her, knelt on the ground, half-draped her clothes, "The emperor, the minister is no longer qualified to stand in front of you."

Feng Aotian said solemnly, "Come here."

Leng Qianye raised his eyes and stared at her, slightly startled, is he going to go? Will he want himself? But, does she understand his mind?

Feng Aotian's eyes were cold, "Master gives you two choices. The first is to come over, and the second is that you can hold that sword and hang yourself in front of your master."

Leng Qianye raised his eyes and stared at her, past? What courage does he have to pass? He lowered his eyes and remained silent, letting the cold wind blow in, blowing away his scattered ink, his fists clenched, maybe, in the beginning, he shouldn't be tempted, maybe, in the beginning, He wants to take care of his own heart, but now, everything is too late. When he thinks he is about to die, he has prepared for the worst. She doesn't want him, so why should he be persistent, she If you want to push him out, then he will stay here forever, even if it is buried in loess, he must stay here.

He took the sword on one side and stroked it towards his neck.

Feng Aotian looked at his choice, his eyes filled with gloomy eyes, and he was in vain for his clever life, but he was an elm-headed man, didn't she already understand it?

She flew out, grabbed the sword in his hand, held his waist, swung it down on the bed, and held him in her arms, bowed her head, stroking his face, which was already colorless , Now, looks even more pale.

Ignoring the blood on her body, she took out the golden sore medicine and sprinkled it on his shoulder. She took off her head and bandaged it on the wound. The green silk fell with the wind, and her The face is set off more brightly.

Leng Qianye had never seen her like this before. He stared at her in a daze.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Didn't the Lord say to let you over?"

Leng Qianye regained his senses, was silent for a long time, and said, "The emperor, you didn't mean you don't want someone else to touch, the minister is not clean anymore."

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Is it really unclean?"

"For the emperor, it's not clean anymore." Leng Qianye's thin lips were slightly pursed. At this moment, he looked awkward for the first time. When she stopped him from hanging, he knew that his mind, she understand.

Feng Aotian smiled and said, "You just stabbed yourself for what?"

"The minister wants to wash the places she touched with his own blood." Leng Qianye whispered.

Feng Aotian propped his head with one hand, turned sideways, staring at him, and aroused the blue silk on his chest, "Leng Qianye, you told the Lord, when did you think about him?"

Leng Qianye's expression is indifferent, but he can see a little unnaturalness in his eyes. He looked down. When did he move his mind to her?

When she came to the border last time and kissed him? Or when she explained the military books for him? Or when she cut his blood? Perhaps earlier, that was when she appeared in the dungeon and used her own cultivation base to restore his martial arts? He recalled slowly, as if after a long time, he raised his eyes and looked at her, "The minister doesn't know."

Feng Aotian looked at him amusedly, and put his forehead on his forehead, "Then when did you know that you were thinking about your master?"

"Gift marriage." Leng Qianye looked at the face close at hand, his heart beating fast and unwillingly, he became a little uneasy.

Feng Aotian lowered his head and looked at him, "Master said, as long as you agree, he will give you a marriage."

"The minister did not agree." Leng Qianye quickly replied, and then ignored the pain in the shoulder, turned over, pressed Feng Aotian under her body, and lowered her head to kiss her lips, "The emperor, would you want a minister? ?"

Feng Aotian blinked his eyes and looked at him, "Leng Qianye, when have you become so dull?"

Leng Qianye opened her eyes and watched her lightly smiling, indifferent face, with a bright smile, bowed her head and kissed her.

Feng Aotian laughed dumbly, looking at him like this, in fact, she understood everything.

Mu Hanyao deployed everything. After patrolling, he stepped into the camp. When he saw the scene of Feng Aotian and Leng Qianye embracing on the bed, his eyes were still burned. He turned around and left. The camp.

Feng Aotian and Leng Qianye naturally sensed Mu Hanyao's footsteps, Feng Aotian slowly got up, looked at him, "rest well."

"Yes." Leng Qianye nodded, he knew what Mu Hanyao is thinking now, but he...

Feng Aotian lowered his head, dropped a light kiss on his forehead, covered him with a quilt, and turned and left the camp.

Leng Qianye watched her leaving. He closed his eyes. After all these years of struggle, he was finally liberated. His chaotic heart finally calmed down. He never thought that he would one day , Threw his heart out, and gave it back to a man.

Feng Aotian walked out of the camp and watched Mu Hanyao holding a saber in one hand and putting the other in his waist, standing straight under the moon, she went forward, stretched out her hand, and held his cold but thick hand, "No After two days, Qiguo will do it."

"The emperor, the minister has something to say." Mu Hanyao couldn't help but looked at her.

"Huh?" Feng Aotian looked at his dark and deep eyes with coldness.

"In the heart of the emperor, what is a minister?" Mu Hanyao has always wanted to ask this question. For him, Feng Aotian now has become his all. He understands that for his second brother, She is his life. When he heard his second brother say this, he felt more sadness in his heart, but now, he feels the weight of the words, yeah, because, at this moment, He realized that she was also his fate, even more important than fate.

Feng Aotian looked at him, led him to his camp, and then sat down, "You are Lord’s person."

"The emperor, the minister is just one of the many around you." Mu Hanyao didn't know why. When he saw Leng Qianye embracing her, he knew how much it is to fall in love with a person. He was so selfish, he couldn’t imagine, at the beginning, what kind of mood the second brother used to accept so many people around her. He knew more clearly that when the second brother told the emperor that day, he said that to Lan Jingshu. The resoluteness of the words, because he also has that kind of mind now, in his heart, she can only belong to him.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "You are unique by your side."

Mu Hanyao stared at her, "My lord, Rong Chen think about it."

Feng Aotian knew his entanglement. Her appearance changed the normal concept in this world. They didn’t know how she was a woman, let alone understand what she had to endure as a man. What is it.

She slowly got up and walked out. Mu Hanyao looked at her leaving figure, choked in her heart, got up abruptly, rushed over in stride, and took her into her arms from her back, and held her jaw On her shoulders, "The emperor, the minister wants you to stay."

Feng Aotian's body was slightly startled, then slowly turned around, staring at him, "What a fool."

Mu Hanyao stretched out his hand and hugged her in his arms. Yes, in the face of love, even people who are calm will become fools.

The father-in-law cat hid in the dark, watching Feng Aotian come back. The first thing he did was to save Leng Qianye. He could understand, then, the man has been rescued, he should always be thought of, right? However, the master went to Mu Hanyao’s camp. He curled his mouth and stared at the camp grievously, wishing to see a hole in the camp. Master, you really forgot the minion, you really don’t want it. Up?

In the capital, Lan Jingshu looked at Feng Yinqi, who was lying peacefully on the dragon couch. He had just cleaned up for Feng Yinqi, and then he was fed the medicine, and then lay on one side, "I wonder what happened to the emperor? "

Xue Ke stood at the gate of the palace, wondering if she could get married tomorrow, and now it has been announced to the world. If it is not held, then, hasn't she lost the face of the master?

"Brother Soul, tomorrow's wedding will be held as scheduled." Xue Ke gritted her teeth and decided.

"You girl, want to marry so impatiently?" The soul suddenly appeared in front of her and said with a smile.

"This is not a question of urgency, but a question of the master's face." Xue Ke looked at the soul and continued.

Soul looked at her righteous remarks, and then said, "You agreed to this marriage because you fell in love with Chu Lingtian?"

"That's natural." Xue Ke nodded hurriedly, "I am all for the master."

The soul raised a smile, "Then you are doing this to Chu Lingtian, but for the master?"

"It was the master who asked me to train him." Xue Ke said nonchalantly, "It's just that, who knows that men and women are so troublesome."

The corner of the soul's mouth twitched, thinking that this little girl really did not waste her time in the mountains, and then said, "Just received the master's order, tomorrow your marriage will proceed as usual."

"That should be the case." Xue Ke nodded with a smile, looking at the sky, "In the past two days, all the things for the wedding and Sixi have been prepared. After an hour, I will be busy."

She said quietly, turned around, stepped into the palace, walked to the bed, looked at Chu Lingtian, then pulled out the Jinpa covering him, and looked at him with a smile, "You said, tomorrow, Will Emperor Xuan Mo send someone to rescue you?"

Chu Lingtian looked at her, "naturally."

"In the past few days, you have been staying with me. Even if you are rescued by Emperor Xuanmo tomorrow, it is estimated that in the future, you will become the laughing stock of the whole world. After all, you are the one with me. People who have passed away, he won't reuse you easily." Xue Ke's eyes showed a coldness with a smile.

Chu Lingtian looked at Xue Ke in front of him, and for the first time felt that this woman was not as simple as she was on the surface. His eyes dimmed and he was about to speak, his mouth was covered again.

He raised his eyes and stared at Xue Ke fiercely, thinking about this woman. One day, he will show her a good look. He will personally lead his troops through this **** Feng country, and then take her into captivity. The way also governs the human body.

Xue Ke rolled her eyes slowly, looking at him, and sighed faintly, "You, it's never possible to use the way I treat you on my body, you die. "

Chu Lingtian was startled again, is he so obvious?

Xue Ke clapped this hand, got up, and walked out of the bedroom, "Bring the Xi gown."

Outside the door, Sixi has ordered everyone to prepare everything, and the maids walked in with their wedding gowns.

Before dawn the next day, Xue Ke wore a bright red wedding gown, while Chu Lingtian was **** in a sedan chair by five flowers, while Xue Ke was riding a tall horse with a crowd of welcoming teams and knocking on the gong. Walking up the streets of the capital with drums.

When the people got the news, they rushed to watch the ceremony, and everyone was talking about it. This was the first time that a woman married a man. Moreover, she had just destroyed the great hero of the Lingji Kingdom, or just entered the top three. The female investigator who got married was Chu Lingtian, the young general of the Xuanmo country she personally captured. Such a big event is even more incredible. The first rare event in the ages has naturally aroused the people's onlookers.

Xuanyuan Yu sat in the best private room in the restaurant, looked at the welcoming team passing by, looked at the Xue Ke who was sitting immediately, and then looked at the sedan chair behind him, his eyes flashed ruthlessly, which was really shameful.

The attendant stood on one side and said, "My lord, when will you start?"

"Naturally tonight, by the way, I caught this woman." Xuanyuanyu said coldly.

"Yes." The attendant looked at Xue Ke, who was sitting upright and dressed in a wedding gown, with a proud look. She was not as embarrassed as a married man. She couldn't help thinking, what exactly is Feng Aotian's subordinates? How to become such a brazen temperament?

Mu Hanyao went to the school training ground early the next morning. Feng Aotian was worried about Leng Qianye last night and stayed with him. Leng Qianye lay quietly beside her, but he never felt Have been at ease.

He raised his eyes and met Feng Aotian's eyes, "The emperor, you haven't slept all night?"

Feng Aotian helped him up, looked at the injury on his shoulder, and grasped the pulse condition, "Well, I have recovered well, but I still can't move."

"Yes." Leng Qianye answered her words so obediently for the first time.

Feng Aotian is obviously not used to Leng Qianye's reaction to this, but still likes his former indifferent appearance. She fiddled with his Qingsi, "How many palms did that woman slap you?"

Leng Qianye looked at her, "The emperor, do you still dislike the minister?"

Feng Aotian looked at him, but he was very sensitive to emotional matters. The more so, the more he could see that he cared.

Leng Qianye sighed slightly, then looked down, watching the blue and purple mark on his chest disappeared, and then said, "The emperor, the minister..."

Feng Aotian raised his hand and hit his forehead, "You, my lord, who dares to move, my lord will make her alive more painful than it is."

Leng Qianye listened to her, with a small smile at the corner of his mouth, then stretched out his hand and took her into his arms, "The minister is afraid, the emperor does not want a minister."

Feng Aotian listened to his words, "It depends on your performance."

Leng Qianye lowered his head, stared at her, then printed her lips, and gently sucked in. He was proving that he cares, his cautiousness, because once he gets his heart, he wants Give her the best, but he felt a little inferiority in his heart.

Wu Yueguo, Ye Ziran, dressed in a dragon robe, sits on a dragon chair. Today is the ceremony of enthroning the throne. It is the day when he proclaims the emperor. day.

His eyes were filled with majesty and the joy of victory, he was about to speak, but he felt a pain in his heart, and a mouthful of blood came out...