This Lord is Too Cruel: 211 The Return of the Soul (two more)

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Yi Mu shook his head slightly, "The emperor, this is not what the minister wants."

Feng Aotian shook his hand, "accompany him to the morning court."

"Yeah." Yi Mu nodded, leaned in her arms, and entered the bedroom.

After the two of them washed, Sixi walked in with the dragon robe.

Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng also rushed over, and Hou was outside the palace.

Feng Aotian helped him step forward slowly, sat at the table, raised his eyes, looked at Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng, "Come and sit."

"Yes." Gu Yefeng and Lan Jingshu responded, and then sat down.

Yi Mu raised his eyes, looked at the red and swollen eyes of both of them, and laughed in a low voice, "I haven't seen you for a few days, so you miss me so much?"

Gu Yefeng raised his eyes and looked at him, holding back his tears, his voice trembling, his hands hidden in his sleeves clenched into fists, "I miss it very much."

Yi Mu picked up the chopsticks, put the vegetables in his bowl, "eat more."

Gu Yefeng took a deep breath, then picked up the chopsticks, bowed his head, and ate.

Lan Jingshu raised his eyes and looked at Yi Mu's complexion, which seemed to be shining. There was no trace of morbidity, but a little more fascination, which was very bright and moving.

His heart seemed to be torn apart from the ground, warmly said, "You should eat more too, there are many memorials waiting for your approval."

Yi Mu nodded. He didn't expect that it was Lan Jingshu who knew his heart best. At this time, it was him who could understand.

"Okay." Yi Murou laughed, then looked at Feng Aotian, "The emperor, the minister is very useful."

Feng Aotian laughed in a low voice, "It's really useful."

Yi Mu turned his eyes and looked at Gu Yefeng, "Tonight, I am hosting a banquet here. The three of you and I have not had a drink in a long time."

"Okay." Gu Yefeng condensed all the sadness, raised his eyes, looked at him, and replied barely with a smile.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Did you forget the Lord?"

"How can I forget the emperor?" Yi Mu picked up the vegetables and put them in her bowl, and said with a smile.

Feng Aotian chuckled his lips and smiled, and the group of people used breakfast quietly without much words.

Wei Zimo was busy all day, and only returned to the palace late at night when he learned about Yi Mu. For some reason, a bit of sadness was born in his heart.

He didn't sleep all night, and the next day, he left the palace and went to the restaurant without leaving.

After the early dynasty, Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng went to the Metropolitan Procuratorate, while Feng Aotian took Yi Mu back to the Imperial Palace.

Yi Mu looked at her with a smile at the corner of her mouth, "The emperor, can I go to a place with the minister?"

"Okay." Feng Aotian responded slightly.

The two left the palace, but came to Yifu.

Yi Yang was a little stunned at Yi Mu's sudden return to the mansion. When he looked at Feng Aotian beside him, he hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Old officials see the emperor!"

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Yi Yang, "Yi Aiqing doesn't need to be polite. Today, I just accompany Yi Mu back to take a look."

"So that's the case." Yi Yang raised his eyes and saw Yi Yang looking at him with a slight smile. His mind suddenly flickered, and a bad premonition spontaneously emerged because of such Yi Mu. , He had never seen it before.

Feng Aotian took Yi Mu's hand into the Yi Mansion, and Yi Yang went back to the East Courtyard on his own. Yi Mu took her to the courtyard where she had lived.

Feng Aotian watched the courtyard full of plum trees, and Yi Mu slowly walked forward holding her hand, walking into the house, and then to the study.

Yi Mu raised his eyes and looked at him, "The emperor, please sit down."

Feng Aotian immediately sat down and looked at the small but elegant study room. On the walls were a few picturesque landscape paintings. Looking at it, they looked familiar.

Yi Mu walked to the bookshelf, took out a drawing tube from the innermost layer, walked slowly in front of her, took out twelve scrolls from the drawing tube, unfolded them one by one, and placed them in front of her.

Feng Aotian looked at the above portraits, it turned out to be her appearance from small to large. Each one is lifelike and vivid. She raised her eyes and looked at him, "Do you draw one every year?"

"Yeah." Yi Mu stroked the picture scroll lightly, with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, "When the minister misses the emperor, he will show it out."

When she looked at the last painting, it was exactly what she is now. There was a plum blossom on the scroll, and she knew it was blood when she looked at it.

She stroked that place, "You vomited blood?"

"Yeah." Yi Mu nodded and covered her finger, "However, this is also a blood-stained plum blossom, and it is also the heart of the minister."

Feng Aotian turned around and embraced him, "Fool."

Yi Mu leaned in her arms, lowered his head, and looked at the paintings in front of her. It was his heart. Without these paintings, how could he sustain it until now?

Feng Aotian didn't know the meaning of these paintings. She hugged him tightly. There are so many foolish men and women in this world, but his infatuation alone can't be matched.

Feng Aotian and Yi Mu stopped lunch in Yi’s house, and Yi Mu went to talk to Yi Yang alone, while Feng Aotian stayed in Yi Mu’s room, looking at the bookshelf in front of him, occasionally watching When she arrived at a letter, she opened it up. These were all random notes from when he had been free, but they all recorded his meeting with her.

With a faint smile on her mouth, she flipped through page after page. Between the lines, his infinite sadness and love were revealed.

Yi Mu stood in front of Yi Yang, then knelt down, "Father, the child is not filial."

Yi Yang sighed quietly. He knew that Yi Mu rarely returned to the mansion. However, when he returned to the mansion now, something must be done. Looking at the situation of his son in front of him, he had heard about his disappearance early in the morning. I'm unwell, and I'm already prepared.

He raised his hand and helped Yi Mu up, "Stupid boy, all these years, your father knows your suffering, but it's a pity that you can't share your suffering, and I feel very guilty for my father."

Yi Mu raised his eyes and looked at Yi Yang with a smile, "Father, my boy's goodbye this time, I am afraid it will last forever."

When Yi Yang heard it, even if he was ready, he couldn't bear it. He stiffened and looked at him, "My boy, you are..."

"The body of the child, I am afraid it will not last a few days." Yi Mu lowered his eyes and said in a low voice.

Yi Yang shook his figure and fell into a chair with sore corners of his eyes. He raised his eyes and looked at Yi Mu, "I am ashamed of my father and you."

Yi Mu stepped forward and looked at Yi Yang, "Father, I would like to thank my father for his nurturing over the years. I am not filial and fail to respect my filial piety. I will only wait for the next life and I will finish the grass title ring."

"Hey, God's will." Yi Yang sighed quietly, raised his eyes and looked at Yi Mu, "Do whatever you want."

"The child bid farewell to father again." Yi Mu slowly knelt down, knocked his head three times, slowly got up, and then retreated.

Yi Yang looked at the figure of him resolutely leaving, feeling helpless and reluctant in his heart, even more with pity.

Yi Mu left the east courtyard, raised his eyes, and looked at the scenery in front of him. He hid the tears from the corner of his eyes and walked forward slowly.

When I walked to my courtyard, walked into the study, I saw Feng Aotian sitting next to the bookcase.

He stood beside her, and when he saw that what she was holding in her hand turned out to be the manuscript written by him, he raised his hand and wanted to take it.

Feng Aotian held his hand and tugged lightly, and he sat in her arms, she lowered her head and looked at him, "How come you don't know how you miss him?"

Yi Mu lowered his eyes, leaned in her arms, wrapped her hands around her waist, "The emperor, the minister left the palace by himself that day."

Feng Aotian hugged him tightly, "Master knows."

"The emperor, will you remember the minister?" Yi Mu asked in a low voice.

"Yes, I will look for you and find you back." Feng Aotian hugged him and said.

"But, Chen is no longer the Yi Mu he used to be." Of course, Yi Mu knew that after the soul was unified, he would forget her, and he would become another person, and this person has nothing to do with her.

Feng Aotian hugged him, walked out of the study, put him on the soft couch, looked down at him, "Where is your cinnabar mole?"

Yi Mu lifted her leg, opened her trousers, and saw the bright red cinnabar mole on the ankle. She raised her hand, cut her finger, and dropped a drop of blood on the cinnabar mole, strange However, the blood has melted into the cinnabar mole.

Yi Mu raised his eyes and looked at her, "My lord, how could this happen?"

Feng Aotian looked at him, "This is the mark the Lord gave you, no matter who you are? Where do you go, as long as you have this cinnabar mole, you will return to the Lord's side."

Yi Mu smiled at the corner of his mouth, "Okay, I will wait for the emperor to come up and find officials."

Feng Aotian hugged him tightly, "Wait for the Lord obediently, don't mess around with flowers, don't show up, don't make your Lord worry."

Yi Mu knew that these words would disappear with his rebirth, but he would still remember them, and he wanted to keep every word of her firmly in his heart.

Feng Aotian accompanied him for a day in Yi Mansion, while Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng sat in the Imperial Palace and read the memorial, relatively speechless.

The night was filled, Feng Aotian brought Yi Mu back to the palace, Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng had just walked out of the study.

The group of people walked to the Meixiang Palace and sat around the plum tree. They remembered that Xing Wuyun and Mu Hanjin were also there on the night in the Regent’s Mansion. Now it's all right and wrong.

Mu Hanjin's life or death is uncertain, Xing Wuyun is without a trace, and Yi Mu's life is not long.

Yi Mu sat on the stone bench, looked at them, then raised his glass, "I respect you, this glass."

As he said, he raised his head and drank.

Feng Aotian raised his glass and looked at him. At this time, she just wanted to give him what he wanted.

Yi Mu leaned on the plum tree behind him, raised his eyes, looked at Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng, "It's been a long time since I was so happy."

Gu Yefeng raised his glass and looked at Yi Mu, "You and I have been good friends since childhood. I have always regarded you as a confidant and dear friend. With this glass of wine, I respect you and my friendship."

"Okay." Yi Mu responded readily, the sadness between his brows had long since disappeared, and what was left was a relief of everything in the world.

Lan Jingshu also raised his glass, did not speak, but drank with his head up.

Feng Aotian stood up gracefully, folded the plum blossom branches, and danced his sword in the courtyard, still the figure of that night, and at that time, it was not him that she was holding.

Yi Mu raised his eyes and looked at her. There was an inevitable love in his eyes.

On this day, Leng Qianye was another fierce battle. He was forced to retreat by the black wind, and naturally there were many casualties. Fortunately, the black wind was introduced into the trap they set.

Li Su led his troops to attack the tower for two days and two nights, without any progress.

Mu Hanyao's stern face was cold, without a trace of panic, but stood still in the barracks, watching the situation on the tower.

Ye Meixi didn't know when, standing beside him, "I will return to Kyoto in a few days."

"Well, when you leave, I will definitely be able to take this place." Mu Hanyao said in a deep voice.

"That's good." Ye Meixi nodded in response, and then said, "I just got the news that Yi Mu has something wrong."

"What happened to him?" Mu Hanyao raised his eyes, looked at him, and couldn't help asking.

"These two days are the limit." Ye Meixi's eyes flashed with a touch of sadness, and said in a low voice.

"The emperor has not yet recovered from the sorrow of Mr. Cat's departure, and now Yi Mu is also..." When Mu Hanyao remembered Feng Aotian's strong expression, his heart was full of pity.

"Yeah." Ye Meixi replied in a low voice, "What we have endured is insignificant compared to her."

Mu Hanyao turned his eyes and looked at him, "Do you really marry Ling Shuangxue?"

Ye Meixi's mouth twitched slightly and smiled faintly, "She dared to play with me, I must get it back."

Mu Hanyao knew the answer after listening to Ye Meixi's words, then turned his eyes to look at the battle in front of him.

Ye Meixi didn't say a word, but turned around and left the barracks.

A Jiu captured the first city. Unfortunately, Nan Yu had already prepared for the second city. He sent General Mengxi to resist. Therefore, he is now guarding strictly, and Mengxi is best at fighting. A protracted war is extremely disadvantageous for Ah Jiu.

Meng Chu was arranged by Ah Jiu's side and participated in the whole battle. However, he stayed by her side, he had no intention.

Ajiu took a rest for two days in a row. Today, the war officially started. It was just a small test and did not make much movement.

In the camp, Ah Jiu looked at the defense plan in his hand and discussed the strategy with other generals, while Meng Chu stood by and listened without saying a word.

In the past few days with Ah Jiu, he became more and more curious that the woman in front of him had such ability, bravery and courage. Compared with men, she was not inferior to men. More importantly, she could make the generals of the army be able to She was convinced that it was really not easy for a woman to do this.

A Jiu has a focused expression, a pretty face, and a serious face. She lowered her head and ran her fingers across the red heart marked on the defense map, and then said, "This battle must be a quick battle, and Mengxi must not breathe. He is good at fighting protracted battles, so he will prepare enough food and grass. Now, we have to cut off their backs first, then we will carry out a strong attack, and then break the city gate as quickly as possible."

"Yes, General." The lieutenant on the side responded in a deep voice.

At this time, a black shadow fell, handed her a secret letter, and then flew away.

A Jiu received the secret letter. After reading it, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He raised his eyes and looked at the general in front of him, "This general has already sent someone to handle the food and grass matter. Tomorrow morning, you will listen to the command of this general and attack the city according to the original plan."

"Yes." The generals responded in unison, and then stepped back.

A Jiu did not leave, but lowered her head and continued to watch. After some time, she raised her eyes and watched Meng Chu standing by.

She put away the defense plan and looked at him, "Will you go to rest?"

"Not tired." Meng Chu said very few words, just two words, and there was no more words.

Ajiu nodded slightly, "Then go somewhere with me?"

"Yeah." Meng Chu nodded. Now, he has to agree. What's more, he wants to see how Ah Jiu can conquer the city.

A Jiu took a step and stepped out of the camp. She walked very calmly step by step, and the two of them didn't say a word until they reached the observation tower not far from the barracks. She stood with her hands behind her hands and looked up. The tower five miles away.

Meng Chu stood on her side, also looking into the distance, silent.

After a long time, Ah Jiu raised his eyes and looked at him in front of him, "After half an hour, there will be flames in the sky."

Meng Chu seemed to have guessed something, but just glanced at her lightly, and then said, "So you let me see this."

"Hmm." Jiu nodded undeniably.

Meng Chu continued to remain silent, raising his eyes and looking ahead.

Half an hour later, as expected, a corner of the tower in the distance burst into the sky, so far away, you can hear the shouts from there.

The fire became more and more prosperous, and it burned until dawn the next day. Ah Jiu gave a low laugh, then turned around, got off the watchtower, turned on his horse, and took the team to the tower.

Meng Chu followed her silently all the time.

This night, Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng were drinking wine desperately, while Yi Mu was smiling and chatting with them about the past, so a day passed.

When Feng Aotian woke up, Yi Mu leaned against her with a light smile, opened his eyes and stared at her, "The emperor, the minister is leaving."

Feng Aotian's eyes sank, picked him up, and the two walked into the palace.

Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng raised their eyes, looked at the disappearing figure, couldn't help crying, and then left Meixiang Palace.

Feng Aotian bathed him personally. After washing, wearing a light pink brocade robe, she took his hand and walked slowly to Xingyun Palace.

No wind has appeared in the past few days, but now, he has stood in the palace waiting for them early in the morning.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Let's go."

"Hmm." No wind nodded, and then opened the secret room and walked forward first.

Feng Aotian squeezed Yi Mu's hand tightly, he always smiled and walked inward with her.

Every time I took a step, it seemed that I had walked for a thousand years, and finally reached the ice jade bed, and saw a white mist had fallen in front of them.

"The holy lord really has faith in his words." The spirit clan leader said solemnly.

"Can I watch it here?" Feng Aotian raised his eyes, looked at him, and asked.

"Naturally," the spirit clan leader responded.

Yi Mu raised his eyes, looked at her, curled his lips and smiled, "The emperor, the minister is waiting for you."

Feng Aotian squeezed his hand tightly, and suddenly embraced him, bowed his head, and kissed him.

Yi Mu met her kiss, tears in the corner of her eyes.

He slowly let go of her hand and stepped back until he was lying on the ice jade bed. He looked sideways, looking at her, and then slowly closed his eyes.

Wufeng stood on one side, watching her look at him quietly, his eyes dimmed, and he saw a white mist supporting his body, and Yi Mu's body was slowly facing The ice jade coffin was approaching, and the spirit beads in the ice jade coffin seemed to sense him, slowly rising, red light radiating, and covering his body, and then he saw blood overflowing from the corner of Yi Mu's mouth. .

Feng Aotian knows that these days, he has been using his own blood to nourish the spirit orbs. Therefore, the spirit orbs have spirituality, so that he can be sensed.

Now, the red light of the Lingzhu is getting brighter and brighter, as if to **** his body completely, Feng Aotian stepped forward, trying to stop it, but was caught by Wufeng.

She turned her eyes, looked at him, "Let go."

Wufeng suddenly took her into his arms and pressed her head to his chest, "If you stop here, will you not be afraid that he will be wiped out?"

Feng Aotian leaned against his sudden arms and whispered, "The Lord just wants to look at him closer."

No wind hugged her tightly, not wanting her to see the scene in front of her, but he couldn't help her obsession, he let go of his hand helplessly.

Feng Aotian turned around and looked at the scene in front of him.

The spiritual power of the Lingzhu has completely merged Yi Mu with the white mist of the spirit clan leader. Seeing that red light seemed to swallow him all, Feng Aotian just stood on the spot, gloomy Face, looking at him.

Yi Mu looked sideways and looked at her, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, a tear dripping from the corner of her eye, and the corner of her mouth seemed to say, "I love you."

Feng Aotian’s eyes sank, and her heart seemed to be torn apart. The pain reminded her of the moment when Father Cat left. Her body trembled, but she forced herself A strong.

She raised her eyes and watched Yi Mu close her eyes again, until the red light of the Lingzhu completely disappeared, and then heard an explosion, the Lingzhu burst in the air, and Yi Mu's body Then it fell slowly.

Feng Aotian tapped his toes lightly, grabbed him into his arms, and flew down.

She stroked his face and whispered, "Yi Mu..."

The person in his arms opened his eyes and looked at her with indifference. Then he raised his hand, the strong internal force pushed her away, and flew away like this.

Feng Aotian watched the pale pink figure disappear in her eyes like this. She turned around and saw Meifei lying peacefully in the ice jade coffin. The body that had survived for two hundred years was leaving Lingzhu. After that, it slowly corroded...until it turned into a pool of blood.

She turned around and looked at the windless, "Really gone?"

"Yeah." No wind responded, trying to hold her into his arms, but the hands raised were weak.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "Master is fine."

No wind slightly nodded, "How about this place?"

"Keep it." Feng Aotian took a deep breath, turned around suddenly, and left the secret room.

Wufeng looked at her leaving behind, then moved up and followed her away.

Feng Aotian stepped out of the Xingyun Palace and saw the bright red figure standing in the distance. She stepped forward, stood in front of him, looked at him, and then threw herself in his arms, "No Leave the Lord, never allowed."

Wei Zimo hugged her and stroked her back, "I will never leave you."

Feng Aotian hugged him tightly and sucked in his breath. Why, she just wanted to protect them well, why did she leave her one by one?

No, she must get Yi Mu back, no matter where he is.

She condensed her mind, leaning against Wei Zimo's arms, and seeing the black green in his eyes, she knew that he must have not rested in these days.

She took his hand, "Go to rest with him."

"Okay." Wei Zimo knew Feng Aotian's current mood, he didn't understand, but his heart was always aching.

Wufeng looked at her leaving behind, gave a wry smile, then turned around and walked towards the courtyard.

Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng saw Feng Aotian and Wufeng coming out from a distance. They didn't see Yi Mu's figure. They had already guessed the result. They raised their heads and forced themselves not to cry.

Gu Yefeng sneered, "He is gone after all."

"He is happy." Lan Jingshu said warmly.

Gu Yefeng responded with a smile, "Yes."

Meteor stood in the courtyard, watching the wind slowly enter, he sighed, "Go?"

"Hmm." No wind nodded.

"The Holy Lord must be very sad." Meteor couldn't help saying.

"It's okay for someone to accompany her." Wufeng smiled bitterly, when did he become so unable to let go?

Meteor sat in front of him, "What is your expression?"

"The expression of a wry smile." Wufeng picked up the teacup on the side, poured a cup of tea, drank it, then got up and went to take the medicine.

Meteor knew that he was in a bad mood, so he didn't bother, but took the dog and left the courtyard leisurely.

After the windless took the meteor to leave, he sat slumped on the recliner, raised his hand, covering his face, letting the sun shine through his fingertips and **** his eyes.

Feng Aotian shook Wei Zimo's hand and returned to the Floating Dream Palace. The past is vivid, seemingly ruthless but passionate. She is not a wooden person. Yi Mu's departure made her more determined to protect them. , No one would ever want to take them away from her, they are hers.

Wei Zimo lowered his head and watched Feng Aotian's hand holding his hand tightly, as if to crush it, but his brows were cold and he just let her.

Feng Aotian took his hand and lay on the bed. She leaned against his arms and fell asleep with her eyes closed.

Wei Zimo turned sideways and stared at her, but he was not sleepy. In the past few days, he barely closed his eyes. He obviously loved her and worried about her, but could not go. Instead, he let her accompany another person. His pain was something he had never felt before.

"Close your eyes." Feng Aotian said in a deep voice.

Wei Zimo responded with a smile, "Okay."

Then he hugged her tightly and closed his eyes slowly. At this moment, he vowed that no matter how difficult the road ahead, he would stay by her side forever.

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