This Lord is Too Cruel: 162 Do you dare to hurt him?

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Master is too cruel, 162 you dare to hurt him?

This sudden scene made everyone too late to react, especially the soldiers of Le Qiguo, looking at Xing Wuyun who was hanging in the air, with blood on the corners of his mouth, and still smiling wantonly. He opened his arms and the dagger on his chest. The penetration was extremely deep, but he didn't feel any pain, he just looked into the distance, letting his body fall down. Shu Chi Wuyan

Luo Chi was too late to react, and quickly rolled from the ground, wanting to come forward to catch it, and the other generals were also surprised.

They know that the purpose of coming this time, but it really happened, but it is still unacceptable. It is unbelievable. They have complained and dissatisfied with this fourth prince, but he is still the backbone of their hearts. , Now, his behavior undoubtedly gave them a way out. Such a righteousness can't help but move Le Qiguo's soldiers.

Xing Wuyun laughed, and what the man said appeared in his mind, "I saved your life. No matter where you escape, when I want to take it back, naturally."

Xing Wuyun opened his eyes wide, and looked at Feng Aotian who stood abruptly on the tower. The dazzling sun shot into his eyes, and he saw his childhood appearance in a daze...

The body is getting heavier and heavier, but he is not half afraid. His death can be exchanged for relief. Then, in the future, he will no longer be restrained, can act recklessly, laugh loudly, and fly freely.

The breeze brushed his cheeks, and he fell slowly like a bird with wings spread.

A cold wind swept across, his waist was strongly embraced, and then his whole body slammed into the soft arms. He raised his eyes and met her, "You can't save me."

Feng Aotian watched him insert the dagger into her heart, lowered her head, and looked at the dagger that was close to the heart. The blood overflowed and stained her silver-gray brocade. At this moment, she wanted to The urge to strangle him.

She held his waist tightly, bowed her head, and kissed his lips domineeringly. Amidst everyone's astonishment, she kissed him and fell slowly.

Xing Wuyun's eyes were stunned, looking at her, putting away all his thoughts, "I start the country with my blood"

Luo Chi was stunned, listening to his modest voice, but lingering in the sky, shaking the hearts of Le Qiguo and Feng Qiguo.

Luo Chi quickly returned to his senses, stepped forward, and stood beside him, "His Royal Highness!"

Xing Wuyun allowed Feng Aotian to hold him in his arms and lowered his head. The dagger in her hand was exactly the same as the one she had snatched from him that day. Her eyes sank and she laid him flat on the ground.

Xing Wuyun stared at her with a smile. The moment he pierced the dagger into his heart, he knew that he was destined to be missed in this life, and he knew that the heart that came from this person has already unknowingly With her place, he knew how reluctant he was suddenly and reluctant to leave her, her embrace is so warm.

He let her put him on the flat and cool ground. She slowly got up, took a deep look at him, turned around, and walked away step by step.

Xing Wuyun kept looking at her until he couldn't hold it, and slowly closed his eyes. He smiled from beginning to end, without any pain.

Feng Aotian flew up, stood on the top of the tower, turned his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun who was lying on the ground, her eyes condensed with cold air.

Leng Qianye stood beside her, looking at Xing Wuyun as well. He never thought that one of them would go first, and this person turned out to be Xing Wuyun.

Even a strong person, seeing this scene in front of him is all sentimental. Leng Qianye clasped the city wall tightly with one hand and the long sword at his waist with the other. He couldn't help thinking, he When will it die? If he leaves, will she cry in tears?

Thinking about this, he suddenly turned his eyes, and saw Feng Aotian looking unsatisfactorily.

Luo Chi watched the fourth prince die in front of him with his own eyes, but was helpless. He knelt on the ground abruptly, kowtow.

Le Qiguo’s soldiers are also extremely sad. At this moment, they all have sadness on their faces and tears in their eyes. They knelt on the ground together, watching the four princes lying on the ground in Pingliang. His death is Completed this battlefield.

Feng Aotian raised his hand, holding Leng Qianye's hand tightly, and said solemnly, "Receive!"

The horn sounded, and with a sorrowful cry, Feng Qiguo's soldiers withdrew back, but they did not have half joy, some were just infinite sorrow.

"The emperor..." Leng Qianye's voice was a little dull. When he saw the bone-corrupting chill in her eyes, he knew that she was also sad now.

He raised his hand and took her into his arms, "The emperor, Xing Wuyun's body..."

"He is not Xing Wuyun, he is the fourth prince of Le Qiguo. Naturally, the body is to be brought back to Le Qiguo." Feng Aotian's voice was still cold.

Leng Qianye was silent, just watching Le Qiguo's soldiers unwilling to get up for a long time, but knelt on the ground, motionless.

In late autumn, the border gate has not rained for a month. At this moment, the sky is flashing and thunder, and then there is a pouring rain, the rain falls, and it falls on Xing Wuyun’s handsome face. His mouth is smiling and his clothes are soaked. But not half angry.

Luo Chi saw that, although he was sad, he ordered his body to be carried into the wagon, and returned to the barracks with his team.

In less than an hour, the white sails of the barracks hung up, and the whole army mourned.

Feng Aotian stood on the top of the tower, letting the rain fall on her, but she did not move.

Leng Qianye knew that she was in the mood now, so she was in the rain with her.

The violent storm washed away all the blood on the battlefield, and even his bohemian face was also washed away.

It rained all night and didn't stop until dawn the next day.

Le Qiguo's soldiers, but knelt in the camp all night.

When Leling received the secret letter, it was already after noon the next day, he was shocked to stand up from the dragon chair. What he said that day was just to let him go out and practice, and why is he so stubborn? .

At the same time, the men and horses sent by Leqiguo to Wuyue Kingdom and Fengqiguo, the news of successive defeats spread to the ears of all countries. The four princes of Leqiguo apologized with death, and the others were recalled to Beijing. A war against Wuyue Kingdom and Fengqi Kingdom ended with such a tragic ending. The countries can't help but be shocked. The three powerful countries, Leqiguo, can't even reach the small third-class country? Not only did it fail to capture Fengqi Kingdom and Wuyue Kingdom, but instead defeated the battle and lost a prince.

Luo Chixin was unwilling to return to Le Qiguo with Xing Wuyun's coffin. On the way, the morale of the soldiers was low, and everyone was immersed in the suicide of the four princes, unable to extricate themselves.

Luo Yun was defeated after a day and night of attacks, but he was convinced that he was defeated. He was not unwilling to do so. It was because his formation was seamless, but Mu Hanyao found a flaw, and then he swept it all out. , It can only show that his skills are not as good as others, but this is just the beginning. He believes that they will definitely fight again soon.

He left the border gate of Wuyue Kingdom with his men and horses without reluctance to go to Leqi Kingdom.

Mu Hanyao stood on the tower and watched Luo Yun leave. He fought extremely happily in this battle, but when he got the news of Xing Wuyun's death, sadness flashed in his heart, he couldn't help thinking How long can you live? Can you stay with her until she gets old?

Meteor is happy, after all, now that Wu Yueguo is in peace, he can go to find the Holy Lord.

The little white snake was also happy. It raised the head of the snake, but saw Mu Hanyao, who had never shown any expression, and a deep sadness flashed in his eyes.

It quickly rubbed Meteor's arm, motioning him to look at Mu Hanyao.

Meteor raised his head and looked at Mu Hanyao, naturally knowing why he was sad. The soldiers of Wu Yue Kingdom and Feng Qi Kingdom were naturally the happiest in this battle, but for Mu Hanyao, there was nothing to say. Sad.

Mu Hanyao took the men and horses to rest at the border of Wuyue Kingdom for a day, then left Wuyue Kingdom and rushed to Qicheng.

Meteor and Little White Snake originally thought that Mu Hanyao would go to the border gate east of Fengqi Country, but they did not expect him to go to Qicheng, but now, his main task is to protect Mu Hanyao and follow him. Go to Qicheng.

Wei Zimo sits in the carriage, and within a few days, he will be able to rush to the border of Feng Qiguo. He looked at the letter paper in his hand, and his always cold eyes flashed by surprise and impossibility. Believe that he couldn't figure out why Xing Wuyun committed suicide? He didn't even believe that Xing Wuyun was really dead.

Immediately, he flew away from the carriage, he wanted to see it with his own eyes.

After Leng Qianye retreated, Feng Aotian ordered him to return to Qicheng.

"The emperor, the minister will be with you." Leng Qianye took her into his arms and asked in a low voice.

Feng Aotian shook his head, "Hanyao is now rushing to Qicheng. You meet him, and you are needed in Qicheng."

"But, the emperor, where are you going?" Leng Qianye looked at her and couldn't help asking.

Feng Aotian whispered, "He is the Lord's person, don't think that he is dead, he can escape."

Leng Qianye understood what she meant, and then said, "The emperor, the minister is waiting for you in Qicheng."

"Okay." Feng Aotian nodded, raised his hand, and stroked his face, "Be careful all the way."

"Well, the emperor, so do you." Leng Qianye nodded slightly. At this moment, he felt it was good to be alive. At least, he could see her and feel her.

Feng Aotian got up, left the border, and flew away in the direction of Le Qiguo.

Leng Qianye watched her leaving, then looked at Yi Wu beside her, "Back to Qicheng."

"Yes." Yi Wu took the order, and then went to prepare.

In the capital of Fengqi Country, Mr. Cat also got the news of Xing Wuyun's suicide. He was shocked, obviously a little unbelievable.

"Suicide?" Father Cat raised his eyes, looked at Po, and asked in a low voice.

"Exactly." Po nodded.

"Why did he commit suicide?" The cat father-in-law was a little bit confused. He really wanted to defeat the war?

"This, my subordinates don't know, but the master is very kind to him." Po hurriedly replied.

The cat father-in-law sat on the soft couch, holding up the tea cup, thoughtfully.

Pai stood on one side and couldn't see the emotions of Mr. Cat. However, thinking of the scene of Xing Wuyun's suicide, he could not help but sigh. After all, they didn't expect that Xing Wuyun had such courage.

Lan Jingshu was reviewing the memorial, obviously startled by the news, and then raised his eyes, "You say it again?"

"Lady Lan, the four princes of Le Qiguo, apologized and committed suicide in front of the soldiers of the two armies." Jingxi whispered back.

"He is a **** person." Yi Mu said lightly when Lan Jingshu was startled.

Lan Jingshu looked at Yi Mu, thinking about the suicide of the four princes of Le Qiguo, then, what about the emperor?

Gu Yefeng looked at Lan Jing's book, "Why do you hear that Le Qiguo's four princes commit suicide?"

Lan Jingshu didn't know why, but felt that there was something he didn't know about it, and then he calmed down, "It's okay, but it's a little surprised."

"Hey, I am a little curious, what do these four princes look like?" Gu Yefeng couldn't help but ask.

Jingxi said from one side, "The slave heard that the four princes are handsome and elegant. Su Ri likes to wear a goose-yellow brocade robe with a folding fan in his hand, which is very romantic."

Lan Jingshu raised his eyes and looked at him, "You say it again?"

"Master, what's the matter with you?" Jingxi was taken aback, looked at Lan Jingshu and asked.

"Say what you said again?" Lan Jingshu looked at Jingxi. For the first time, her eyes flashed coldly.

Jingxi quickly bowed her head, repeating what Shicai had said, and said nothing.

Lan Jingshu raised his eyes and looked at Yi Mu, "Don't you guess who these four princes are?"

"You mean?" Yi Mu couldn't help being surprised.

"Hey, who are you talking about?" Gu Yefeng has been at the mansion all the time. Although he has heard about the talented and beautiful people outside, he has basically seen it. Xing Wuyun alone always misses him. Therefore, I didn't know Xing Wuyun before.

"I hope, it's not what I thought." Lan Jingshu lowered his eyes dimly and said in a low voice.

"Yes, otherwise, the emperor is afraid..." Yi Mu also responded softly.

Gu Yefeng looked at the two people in front of him doing a dumb riddle, and asked quickly, "What are you two talking about?"

"Forget it, don't talk about it." Lan Jingshu looked at Gu Yefeng, "Continue to review the memorial."

"Yeah." Yi Mu nodded.

Gu Yefeng was a little anxious, "Can't you two be frank?"

The two were silent and ignored him.

Gu Yefeng felt boring, but he was also aroused by curiosity. With a anger in his heart, he snorted coldly, lowered his head, and continued to look at the memorial.

Ye Meixi had just returned to the palace when she heard the news of Xing Wuyun's suicide. She was a little surprised. In his opinion, by Xing Wuyun's temperament, he is not such a person who can't think about it. There must be some reason for this.

He then sat down, drinking tea, and talking, "Can you find the trace of Ling Shuangxue?"

"No." Chuxia stood on the side and replied faithfully.

"Continue to investigate." Ye Meixi wondered where she was?

"Yes." Early summer answered.

Ye Meixi then got up, walked into the inner hall, replaced her brocade robe, lay on the dragon bed, and closed her eyes to rest.

Chuxia and Xianghan have already retired, knowing that Ye Meixi must have worked hard for these few days.

So, after a day, now the night is quiet, Luo Chi watched that he was about to rush to the border of Le Qiguo, and immediately ordered people to camp and rest here.

A black shadow suddenly fell, and then flashed into a camp tent, watching a coffin in the center of the camp, she went forward, raised her hand, pushed the coffin away, and looked at Xing Wuyun, who was lying peacefully inside. , Raised his hand, took him out of the coffin, then put down a corpse in his hand, and his face was wearing a mask, just like Xing Wuyun.

Feng Aotian then flashed away and left the camp, flicking his finger, the fire fell into the camp, and then the raging fire was gasped.

The soldiers patrolling outside watched the camp on fire, and called out loudly and kept fighting the fire.

Standing on a big tree not far away, with an enchanting red figure watching the black figure fly away, his cold eyes flashed with relief, and then fly away.

This black shadow took Xing Wuyun's body through the dense forest, then walked into a mansion, then walked into the main house, and placed him on the bed.

This dark shadow is Feng Aotian. She looked at the dagger on Xing Wuyun’s chest, then put him on the bed and sat cross-legged, and she sat opposite him, raised her hand, The dagger from his chest was pulled out, and the blood had dried up. She quickly raised her hand, tapped the acupuncture points on her chest, and put a piece of jade pendant in her arms in his mouth, with her palms against his chest, a white light covering his On her body, she closed her eyes and held her breath.

The moonlight outside the window was bright, falling into the house, the candlelight swaying inside the house, the curtains were misty, the two sitting on the bed, as if time stopped at this moment, there was no change.

It wasn't until dawn the next day that Feng Aotian put his palms away and put away the white light. He watched his bloodless complexion now regain some vitality. He raised his hand, pulsed for him, sighed slightly, and let him go. On Ping Yu's bed, she just got off the bed, took out the silk kerchief, wiped the sweat on his forehead, stared at his unruly face, took out the jade pendant in her mouth, got up, and walked out of the room.

As soon as she stepped out of the house, she felt choked in her chest and vomited a mouthful of blood. She quickly raised her palms to adjust her internal strength.

At this time, Luo Yun looked at the burnt corpse inside the coffin, and couldn't help but feel heartbroken. He even hated the despicable villain who dared to burn the coffin of the fourth prince.

He felt that he was incompetent, and he couldn't even protect the corpses of the four princes. Then he dared not delay, and rushed to Leqiguo with his men and horses.

Le Ling felt dull when he learned that his emperor had gone. After all, if his emperor hadn't helped him secretly, how could he defeat the prince and become the emperor?

He counted the time, and waited for Luo Chi's men and horses upstairs in the capital early in the morning, until the sunset, the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on his handsome and calm face, he looked straight into the distance, slowly coming in The people and horses, and the coffin on the carriage, made their eyes even colder.

Luo Chi got the news early in the morning, knowing that the emperor would come to welcome the corpses of the four princes. At this moment, his heart was extremely heavy. He would rather die by himself than let the four princes suffer accidents.

Le Ling went down the tower and stood at the gate of the city. Luo Chi quickly got off his horse and knelt on the ground, "The emperor, the minister is damned!"

Le Ling then raised his hand, and the soldiers behind Luo Chi let out a path. He walked forward step by step until he stood in front of the coffin, raised his hand, stroked it, and then said, "The four princes are King Yun, buried the imperial tomb."

"The King of Clouds, Chitose, Chitose, Chitose, Chitose!" Baiguan and the generals knelt on the ground, shouting.

Le Ling pushed the coffin away. When he saw the unrecognizable people in the coffin, he looked sideways, looking at Luo Chi who was kneeling on the ground, and said in a deep voice, "What's the matter?"

Luo Chi quickly replied, "Please punish the emperor. Last night, a culprit tried to burn the coffin of the fourth prince."

Le Ling then looked at the corpse in the coffin, raised his hand, and pulled away the black brocade robe on his body, turning his body around. When he saw the cinnabar on the back of his neck, he looked at his After careful examination of the palm, disappointment flashed in his eyes, then he closed the coffin and said, "Buried another day!"

"Yes." Everyone answered.

Le Ling turned around and stepped forward. This time, he was unfavorable when he went to school. Now, after Xuanyuanyu, he has become the second joke in the world.

The sky is getting darker, Feng Aotian pushes the door and enters, holding the porridge in his hand, placing it on the table, stepping up, and walking forward.

She just sat down and stared at Xing Wuyun, thinking that when she first saw him, he came down from the upper floor of Furong Pavilion, dressed in a light robe and soft belt, handsome and extraordinary, with a free and unrestrained smile at the corner of his mouth. Especially that pair of peachy eyes is even more fascinating. The second time she met, she let him strip off before entering the dormitory. Without saying a word, he took off his clothes without any restraint, and walked into her dormitory like that. He would always laugh off all the things that happened. With that flamboyant temperament and the act of not taking any restraints, anyone who looked at him would think he was a romantic and noble boy, but she could see his eyes. Loneliness and loneliness.

She turned her eyes sideways, leaned her body, and closed her eyes slightly.

Xing Wuyun seems to have a long dream. In the dream, he has no constraints. You don't have to work for anyone, you don't have to be in a dilemma, you don't have to be helpless, he is him, he who does not accept any constraints.

He slowly opened his eyes, raised his eyes, and saw Feng Aotian, who was dozing on his side. He was slightly startled, lowered his head, and saw that his chest injury had been bandaged. He raised his somewhat weak arm. A hand gently covered the back of her hand, and he felt a slight warmth before he realized that he was still alive.

He closed his eyes and recalled what happened that day. When she caught him, she kissed him, forced his lips open, and put a cold pill into his mouth. That sweetness pours into my heart, is it?

He opened his eyes again, but met the cold phoenix eyes. He wanted to say something, wanted to make a smile, but after all, he was powerless, just staring at her blankly.

Feng Aotian didn’t speak, and helped him up slightly, then got up, walked to the table, brought the porridge over, then sat down, put the porridge on his mouth and blew it gently, then put it on his Lips.

Xing Wuyun blinked his eyes. Because of excessive blood loss, his eyes were a little dull, and his face was a little pale. He wanted to say something, but when the words came to roar, he couldn't say it. He opened his mouth and swallowed the porridge. Going down, he tugged his chest and frowned slightly.

Feng Aotian saw it, and then took another spoonful, put it in his own mouth, bowed his head, kissed his lips, and passed the porridge in. Xing Wuyun felt that the soft lips were mixed with a light fragrance , Even with the tasteless congee, mixed with a hint of sweetness.

For some reason, he enjoys this kind of kiss at the moment, enjoying her gentleness to himself, but quietly letting her feed him. After he was fed a bowl of porridge, Feng Aotian helped him to lie down. When I got up, I wanted to leave.

Xing Wuyun quickly raised his hand, pulled her sleeves, and stared at her.

Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at him, "Who are you?"

Xing Wuyun was startled slightly, and a low mute voice sounded, "Xing Wuyun."

"Not the Fourth Prince?" Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and asked in a deep voice.

"The four princes are dead, I am Xing Wuyun." Xing Wuyun whispered. He didn't expect that he would still be alive, but now, he went to live a real life, she saved his life, she was her He was reborn, and he was very fortunate that she saved himself, not others.

Feng Aotian went on to say, "Do you still remember that day, you promised him one thing."

"Yeah." Xing Wuyun nodded.

"In the future, you are not allowed to die without your master's permission." Feng Aotian looked at him and said in a deep voice.

He pulled up a faint smile, but it was so bright and moving, he nodded slightly, "Okay."

Feng Aotian watched him pulling her sleeves all the time, "Let go, Master cooks himself, and now I'm fed you, Master is still hungry."

Xing Wuyun's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, "Did the emperor cook the porridge himself?"

"Hmm." Feng Aotian nodded, "This is the first time for the Lord."

Xing Wuyun slowly loosened her sleeves, but he was in a very good mood. He suddenly felt that he was like a kite she had set out. Now, it is time to let him come back.

"Repose well." Feng Aotian turned around, took a step forward, covered him with a quilt again, and then turned and left.

Xing Wuyun turned his eyes and closed slowly, he just wanted to think about it quietly now.

Feng Aotian stepped up and left the house, then walked into the kitchen and started to be self-sufficient.

When Xing Wuyun was thinking about it, a black shadow fell, he suddenly raised his eyes and looked at him, "It seems that I can't hide anything from you."

"Since you are going to die, you must die completely." Sombra could not help but raised his hand and attacked him.

Xing Wuyun watched him sternly palm the wind to hit him. Now, he just woke up, he didn't even have a bit of strength, but at this moment, Feng Aotian's words echoed in his mind, "Without the permission of the master, Don't die!"

He hurriedly tried his last strength, and then he flew from the bed and passed his palm wind, but he was still injured by the internal force. His heart ached and the wound broke. He ignored it, and then rushed out. The house.

Feng Aotian heard the noise, his eyes sank, and then stepped out of the kitchen quickly, and saw that Xing Wuyun had fallen to the ground, and a black shadow flew out of the house, and then another palm hit Xing Wuyun.

Feng Aotian flew up, met the sharp palm wind of the black shadow, and shielded Xing Wuyun behind her, raising her eyes, looking at the black shadow wearing a veil in front of her, her eyes sank, "You dare to move him ?"

The black shadow looked at her, her eyes shot a cold chill, and in a flash, he flew away.

Seeing him leave, Feng Aotian quickly turned around and squatted on the ground. He saw Xing Wuyun's mouth with blood on the corners of his mouth, covering his chest with one hand and resting the other on the ground, looking at her.

Feng Aotian quickly helped him up, pulled him into his arms, and stroked his back lightly, "With a master, no one dares to hurt you."

Xing Wuyun leaned in her arms with peace of mind. For the first time, he felt that his wandering heart had found the other shore. This was the harbor in his dream. The warmth in his dream illuminated his lonely and dark heart. Liang, he wanted to raise his hand, hug her, and grasp her firmly, but without the strength, he fainted in her arms.

Feng Aotian hurriedly helped him into the room, put him on the bed, took his pulse, and whispered, "Xing Wuyun, wake up, don’t sleep!"

Xing Wuyun didn't seem to hear it, Feng Aotian then growled again, "Be obedient, don't sleep!"

Xing Wuyun slowly opened his eyes, looked at her, and blinked.

Feng Aotian raised his palm, gave him internal strength, lowered his head, kissed his lips, and gently sucked in.

Xing Wuyun is now weak, but he feels that he is surrounded by a mass of warmth, making him unwilling to close his eyes.

After a while, Feng Aotian left his lips, put his palms away, re-applied medicine to his wound and bandaged it, then he was relieved, raised his eyes, and watched him always look at her with his eyes open. , She raised her hand and covered his eyes, "Go to sleep."

Xing Wuyun couldn't hold it, closed his eyes and fell asleep deeply.

Feng Aotian thought of the shadow of Shicai, and at a glance she recognized Dugu Xingye. She looked at Xing Wuyun again, wondering what is the relationship between him and Dugu Xingye? Why did he choose to commit suicide? All these questions can only be known when Xing Wuyun wakes up.

She watched him fall asleep, then got up and walked out of the house, but feeling uneasy, she said coldly, "Give me something to eat."

The soul hurriedly appeared, bowed his head to answer, and then dashed away.

Feng Aotian sat beside the bed, looking at Xing Wuyun, her thoughts drifted away.

The familiar face, the pair of eyes she never forgets, and her unwillingness to remember, and his words linger in her ears. She has already died for him once, why, Is he still struggling? And why is he here? Is he also dead?

Feng Aotian was full of doubts. After a while, the soul walked in with the food box, "Master, have a meal."

Feng Aotian nodded slightly, got up from the bed, walked to the table, sat down, looked at the meal in front of him, and then looked at the soul, "Can you catch up with the Lonely Night?"

"Subordinates are incompetent." The soul bowed his head.

Feng Aotian nodded slightly, "Does Le Qiguo have any doubts?"

"Emperor Le Qi saw the burned corpse, and he was a little suspicious, but the master made your mark early in the morning, so after the emperor Le Qi personally inspected it, his doubts were cleared." The soul then replied.

"Where is Wei Zimo's family team now?" Feng Aotian asked in a low voice.

"We will be at the border in five days." The soul then replied.

"Well, you send someone to meet you in person until you are safely escorted to the capital." Feng Aotian whispered.

"Is the master afraid that someone would beat the third prince?" the soul couldn't help asking.

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded. If so, then, Dugu Xingye's next target should be Wei Zimo.

The soul hurriedly responded, "The subordinates will send someone to meet him immediately."

Feng Aotian nodded, and the soul left.

She just used the meal, and when she was finished, she got up, stood by the window, pushed the window to look at the depressed autumn scenery before her, thoughtfully.

Mu Hanyao rushed to Qicheng with his men and horses. Meteor and Little White Snake followed closely, and then they entered the camp outside Qicheng.

Jin Yao watched Mu Hanyao return, and hurried forward, "General Mu!"

"Can there be movement in Qicheng?" Mu Hanyao looked at Jin Yao and asked in a cold voice.

"Still waiting." Jin Yao then explained their plan again.

Mu Hanyao nodded, "If this is the case, then wait."

Meteor rushed over, looked up, looked at Jin Yao in front of him, smiled and said, "Where is Xueke?"

Xue Ke heard that Mu Hanyao had returned. In the past two days, she was finally able to act on her own, and with the help of Chu Lingtian, she walked into the camp.

Meteor turned his head, looked at Xue Ke, saw Chu Lingtian standing next to her, he tweeted twice, and then said, "The complexion is much better."

Xue Ke looked at the meteor, remembering that she had a relationship last time, and then took a step forward, "You are not with the master, so why did you come here."

"I will leave later." Meteor thought that now that Mu Hanyao is safe and sound, he can leave with peace of mind.

The little white snake was anxious to rush to find Wang Zun, looked up, looked at the meteor, and vomited the letter.

Xue Ke said with a smile, "Then leave lunch before leaving."

When the meteor heard something to eat, he nodded without hesitation, then smiled and looked at Mu Hanyao, "Don't worry, I will take care of the Lord for you."

Mu Hanyao lowered his eyes and nodded slightly, agreeing to the meteor's words.

Jin Yao looked at the little ghost head in front of him, then at the little white snake in his arms, and then stepped forward, "Could it be the legendary dragon?"

"Yeah." Meteor nodded, without seeing a response from outside.

The little white snake has no interest in getting to know others now, and its heart has already flown towards Feng Aotian.

Jin Yao saw that Xiaobai Snake seemed to be ignorant of her, and didn't care, so he ordered down and prepared meals.

Meteor stopped lunch and said goodbye, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Chu Lingtian watched from one side, remembering how the meteor was riding on Xuanyuanyu's head that day, grabbing his ears, biting his head, and shook his head quickly.

Xue Ke looked sideways and looked at him, "What are you thinking about?"

"It's nothing, I'll help you go back and rest." Chu Lingtian said as usual, how could he explode the embarrassment of his emperor.

Xue Ke didn't care, nodded slightly, and the two left the camp.

Jin Yao looked at Mu Hanyao, and then said, "General Mu, General Leng wants to come and can be there before dark."

"He's back?" Mu Hanyao thought about Leng Qianye's return, so the emperor returned.

"The emperor did not follow General Leng back." Jin Yao quickly added.

A disappointment flashed in Mu Hanyao's eyes, then he responded slightly, turned around, and left the camp.

Jin Yao looked at Mu Hanyao like this, biting her head helplessly, her master, the biggest ability is to incur a lot of love debts.

Before dark, Leng Qianye hurried back to Qicheng in a hurry. Mu Hanyao was already standing outside the camp, waiting for him. He immediately dismounted and stepped forward to look at Mu Hanyao, "How is your injury? "

"It's okay." Mu Hanyao looked at him, barely pulling out a smile, "Where is the emperor?"

"The emperor went to rescue Xing Wuyun." Leng Qianye replied truthfully.

Mu Hanyao didn't know that Xing Wuyun was the fourth prince of Le Qiguo at first. Later, Meteor told him. Therefore, now, he is not surprised at all, just responds indifferently, "Yes."

Leng Qianye stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, "What happened to Qicheng?"

"Go in and talk." Mu Hanyao looked at Leng Qianye, and the two entered the camp.

It was late at night when Xing Wuyun woke up, Feng Aotian was still standing by the window, and the candlelight stretched her back to an extremely long time. He stared at her in a daze. He couldn't figure it out, so he liked it. Where is the last man?

Feng Aotian felt a puzzled look and turned around, and saw Xing Wuyun looking at her. She stepped forward slowly, walked to his side, sat down, "Awake?"

"Yeah." Xing Wuyun nodded, he still hasn't figured it out yet.

Feng Aotian saw him chattering so much, but now, but so quiet, he couldn't help but chuckle, "Your true temper is like this?"

Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and looked at her, "Does the emperor love my previous temperament or the current one?"

"No matter what kind of temperament you are, I only hope you can be yourself." Feng Aotian raised his hand and shook his hand, "Tell the Lord, was the man today who made you suicide?"

Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and looked at her, naturally knowing that things have reached this point and there is no need to hide many things. He slowly nodded, "Yes."

Feng Aotian continued, "What is your relationship with him?"

Xing Wuyun smiled at the corner of his mouth, "I am the chess piece in his hand."

Feng Aotian wondered if Dugu Xingye was he? If it is him, this time is wrong.

"My position in the palace is very humble. When I was eight years old, I almost died. He saved me and I owe him a life." Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and looked at her.

Feng Aotian knew that some things, like the scars he wanted to hide, were uncovered, and they were going to hurt again. She raised her hand and pressed her fingertips against his lips, "You have paid him back. Fate, in the future, your fate will be yours."

Xing Wuyun was grateful, she didn't continue to ask, he couldn't help but sigh, Xing Wuyun, Xing Wuyun, you are really finished.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "What are you thinking about?"

Xing Wuyun suddenly curled his lips and smiled and said, "The emperor, I am now Xing Wuyun. Can I still keep the position of the leader of the Imperial Guard? I have to learn how to make wine at the place where the wine father is."

Feng Aotian gave a low smile, "Well, keep it, you go back and take office."

"What about Wei Zimo, what are you going to do?" Xing Wuyun couldn't help asking.

"You still have to take care of yourself now." Feng Aotian raised his hand and knocked on his forehead.

Xing Wuyun quickly dissatisfied, "The emperor, the minister is a man, a man, this kind of knocking on the forehead should not be used on the minister in the future."

Feng Aotian chuckled as he changed his identity so quickly, then raised his hand and knocked on his forehead. Xing Wuyun murmured quickly and dissatisfiedly, "The emperor, you..."

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, "Huh? I like it."

Xing Wuyun quickly raised his hand and covered his forehead with his sleeve, "The minister disagrees."

Feng Aotian looked at him finally regaining his previous anger, so he relaxed, then leaned over, holding his lips in his mouth, drew it carefully, and then asked, "I like this too."

Xing Wuyun couldn't help sighing, what happened to him now? Being kissed by a man makes me really enjoy it.

Feng Aotian still bears grudges, caressing his lips with fingertips, and asks in a low voice, "Is your father's lips soft or those women's lips?"

Xing Wuyun was startled, and then muttered, "How did the minister know that from beginning to end, I only touched the emperor."

Feng Aotian listened to his words, feeling very good, and then asked reluctantly, "Is that Lord's lips soft?"

"Hmm..." Xing Wuyun responded.

Feng Aotian likes to quarrel with him very much, so that he finds life a bit fun.

Xing Wuyun felt that he must be ill. Otherwise, how could he fall in love with a man?

Feng Aotian then lay on his side and embraced him in his arms, "When did you feel tempted by the Lord?"

Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and looked at her, "Who said that the minister was tempted by the emperor?"

Feng Aotian's eyes sank, staring at him coldly, "You say it again?"

"But, the minister really likes being a woman." Xing Wuyun replied with a bitter expression on his face.

Feng Aotian turned sideways, "Master is a man, so you don't like it?"

Xing Wuyun was a little embarrassed, "No, but, as a man, the minister will not be able to pass that level after all."

Feng Aotian thought that she really made them embarrassed, but now, she can't reveal her true identity very early, otherwise, her road will be even more difficult in the future.

"When I kissed you, did you hate it?" Feng Aotian approached him and asked in a low voice.

"No." Xing Wuyun shook his head. Not only did he not have it, but he also enjoyed it, even nostalgic.

Feng Aotian then asked again, "When you were in the house, did you feel uncomfortable?"

"It's not uncomfortable." Xing Wuyun also shook his head, feeling that her body was warmer and softer than a man, and there was a unique fragrance.

Feng Aotian then asked again, "The Lord is lying next to you, sleeping with you, are you disgusted?"

"No." Xing Wuyun also responded in a low voice, but felt very comfortable.

"That's not enough." Feng Aotian said directly, and then flicked his fingers, extinguished the candlelight in the room, turned sideways and looked at him. Under the moonlight, his eyes are more charming, but hers are. It is getting colder.

Xing Wuyun thought back to her Shicai's question, and then felt that he didn't reject her, on the contrary, he liked it. So, in fact, he likes men in his heart? He has a habit of breaking sleeves?

He was suddenly frightened by his own thoughts. He suddenly felt that he was really poisoned, with a poison called Feng Aotian.

In the night, he kept his eyes open, looking at Feng Aotian’s face in front of him. When she closed her eyes, her face was not as cold as before, but a little more peaceful, and there was also a woman’s femininity. Suddenly, he remembered when Lianghuai was out of his mind and curiosity. He peeked at her bathing. Although he didn't see all of it, he saw her shoulders half exposed, and those slender legs that looked like fat. Yuzu, and when she wore ink hair, she was really beautiful and moving. Compared with Su Ri's majesty, she had a different beauty. Thinking about it this way, he felt that his eyes were still Not bad.

It’s just that he thought of the dark shadows in the day again, and his eyes flashed with helplessness. Although he had promised the man to commit suicide, he was rescued by Feng Aotian. He would find it and kill himself. , Xing Wuyun was a little puzzled, why did he do this?

Feng Aotian's cold voice sounded when he was stunned, "Go to sleep, it hurts to think too much."

Xing Wuyun condensed his thoughts, then moved slowly, approaching Feng Aotian, sniffing her unique fragrance, and then looking at her chest, thinking that every time she hugs her, her chest is He was softer than an ordinary man. He couldn't help raising his hand, wanting to touch it. Before putting down his hand, he was held in his hand by Feng Aotian, "Why hasn't this problem been corrected?"

Xing Wuyun smiled casually, "I'm just curious."

Feng Aotian opened his eyes abruptly, leaned close to him, and stared at his eyes, "When the time is right, I will let you touch him."

Xing Wuyun looked at the evil smile at the corner of Feng Aotian's mouth. He couldn't help but startled, but he was looking forward to it. He couldn't help but ask, "When is the time right?"

Feng Aotian then took a bite at the corner of his mouth, "While eating you dry."

Xing Wuyun's mouth twitched, "The emperor, the minister said that the minister is a man, even if it is...then...the minister should not take the initiative."

Feng Aotian chuckled, "The Lord has the final say."

Xing Wuyun curled his mouth, "The official still didn't look at it."

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and said in a low voice, "That's not up to you."

"Your body is your own, doesn't the emperor like to be strong?" Xing Wuyun is always so entangled, he likes it, but he doesn't want to give in.

Feng Aotian put his hand around his waist and stroked his back, "Master likes to be strong."

Xing Wuyun smiled, "Then it depends on the emperor's ability."

Feng Aotian just smiled, and then closed his eyes again, "Seeing that you are in good spirits, but I have been tired for a long time."

Xing Wuyun knew that in order to save him, she must have spent a lot of effort, and no longer quarreled with her, but unconsciously leaned on her, listening to her even breathing, slowly closing her eyes.

Feng Aotian woke up before dawn, and then saw a small figure slipping onto the bed and slipping into her arms.

She lowered her head, looked at the little devil's head in front of her, and whispered, "You came quickly."

The head of the little white snake was covered in the brocade quilt, and he couldn't get it out. He could only keep rubbing against Meteor's arm to make a little space for him.

Now that Meteor saw Feng Aotian, he threw Little White Snake out of the Nine Heavens Clouds, hurriedly put his arm around Feng Aotian’s neck, and burst into tears, "Holy Lord, Meteor misses you so much."

Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, looking at him, what was going on in the early morning?

Xing Wuyun woke up quietly and saw a little baby in Feng Aotian's arms. He was startled first, then watched him pouting the corners of his mouth, rubbing against Feng Aotian's shoulder, no Stop sobbing.

Feng Aotian raised his hand and tore off the meteor from his arms, then stood up, looked sideways, and saw that Xing Wuyun had woken up.

She smiled and said, "Woke up?"

Xing Wuyun nodded and said, "Well, the emperor, who is he?"

Meteor looked at Xing Wuyun in front of him, "Are you the fourth prince of Le Qiguo?"

"I am not." Xing Wuyun denied it.

Meteor didn’t believe me, raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, "Isn’t it?"

"From now on, he is Xing Wuyun." Feng Aotian said as he got off the bed.

The meteor lay on all fours where Feng Aotian had just lie down, stretched out comfortably, and the little white snake took the opportunity to slip out of the meteor’s arms and landed on Feng Aotian’s Arms.

Xing Wuyun turned sideways, looked at the meteor, and saw a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and he was still asleep with bubbles?

He raised his eyes and saw a small white snake looking up at the snake head, staring at Feng Aotian with enthusiasm. He couldn't help but have a headache...

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