This Lord is Too Cruel: 235 Lord does not have eyes (two more)

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Wei Zimo stood alone in the dormitory, listening to the flute sound coming from his ear, tactfully and long, like a stretch of mountains, expressing tenderness.

The corner of his mouth raised a small smile, but it was so bitter.

Wu Feng sat alone in the courtyard of the courtyard, and personally unsealed a jar of self-brewed wine, slowly tasting it.

Feng Aotian hasn’t been so happy for a long time. Looking at them, thinking of all the things that have happened over the past year, she suddenly felt that she had gone through a long time. Fortunately, they were still alone. By your side.

While drinking, chatting, or talking some jokes, the time flies very quickly. Before dawn, even if they drank too much, they still didn’t feel sleepy. .

Feng Aotian put down the empty wine jar, got up slowly, and stretched out.

Leng Qianye raised his eyes and looked at her, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth. He slowly got up, walked to her side, but unscrupulously embraced her in his arms, "The emperor."

"Drunk?" Seeing him pursing his lips, Feng Aotian's face was slightly drunk, and his handsome and dusty face was even more extraordinary now. She leaned in his arms and listened to his faint breathing.

"The minister is very happy." Leng Qianye continued.

When Feng Aotian saw his appearance, the corner of his mouth ticked, "What else?"

"The minister wants the emperor." Leng Qianye said in a low voice, and then slowly walked out with her hand.

Mu Hanjin raised her eyes to look at Mu Hanyao, "Brother Leng is really drunk."

"Speak truth after drinking." Mu Hanyao looked at Mu Hanjin and slowly got up, "The sky is bright, you and I will go home first."

"Okay." Mu Hanjin responded with a smile, then got up, raised her eyes to see that Lan Jingshu had fallen asleep leaning against her, she seemed to be drunk and unconscious.

Meteor hiccups in the wine, he is too strong to drink, and he is still greedy for a cup. Now he is holding the wine jar, snoring, and smiling from time to time.

The cold wind in the early morning blew over the two of them, swaying the remaining alcohol, but Leng Qianye held Feng Aotian tightly in his arms, and was reluctant to let go.

Feng Aotian looked at him sideways, "I became more clingy after being drunk."

Leng Qianye gave a low smile, then lowered her head and kissed her lips, "The emperor is so sweet."

Feng Aotian's mouth twitched. It seemed that she was really drunk. She couldn't help being funny. Seeing a magnificent smile on his face, her nose pressed against her cheek, her thin lips pressed slightly. His hands imprisoned her in his arms, with a dusty face at hand.

She couldn't help laughing. It turned out that Leng Qianye was so drunk. She lowered her head, printed his lips with the opportunity, and sucked it gently. The aroma of wine remained between her lips and teeth, as well as each other. The breath of, under such a large public, although this palace is hers, but it has never been so bold.

What's more, the people in front of me, one is the domineering and indifferent emperor, and the other is the mighty and indifferent general. Such a shocking scene was staged early in the morning, and the eunuchs on both sides were so frightened that the eunuchs on both sides knelt on the ground and did not dare to come out.

Feng Aotian doesn't mind, everyone in the world knows that Leng Qianye belongs to her.

The lavender brocade robe, the refined face, coupled with the charming smile nowadays, is uniquely more detached from the secular beauty.

Feng Aotian hugged his waist, flew away, and entered the imperial dormitory in a flash. When she put him on the dragon bed, she was about to do something, she saw him and fell asleep like this past.

Feng Aotian couldn't help holding his forehead looking at the sky, then covered him with a quilt, and lay on his side, hugging him to sleep.

Mu Hanjin and Mu Hanyao left the palace in a carriage.

There are only two brothers left in the carriage. Mu Hanyao sits on one side. Even if he is drunk, he is now cold and cold. "Although I don't know what happened to you, I only hope you can All right."

Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and looked at Mu Hanyao. She wanted to ask him if he knew the real identity of the emperor. Then she wanted to think about it. The emperor should tell him this matter personally, so she replied, "Don't worry, I will Take care of yourself."

"Yeah." Mu Hanyao nodded, "The emperor looks strong, but in fact there is a weak side."

"Big Brother and the emperor..." Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and looked at him, "have you met him frankly?"

Mu Hanyao heard that an unnatural look flashed across his face, "No."

Mu Hanjin looked down and said warmly, "Elder brother must take care of yourself. The emperor's thoughts on elder brother are no worse than second brother."

"Yeah." Mu Hanyao nodded slightly, raised his eyes to look at his current look, thinking of the past, and couldn't help but say, "Unexpectedly, you and my brother would fall in love with the same person."

Mu Hanjin smiled gently, "Big brother remembers when I was weak, you asked me, what kind of woman do you want to marry in the future?"

"Yeah." Mu Hanyao nodded. You carried the wine and looked at the moon and said, "I don't want to be all over the country, but I want to have the same taste."

"Yes." Mu Hanjin responded with a smile, "Now I think she is the rarest person in the world."

Mu Hanyao responded with a light smile, "Not bad."

After noon, when Feng Aotian woke up, Leng Qianye was still asleep, she stood up, got off the dragon bed, raised her forehead with some writhing eyebrows, and then stepped out of the Imperial Palace.

Wei Zimo couldn't sleep peacefully because of itching all over his body last night, and, thinking of the laughter from Qinghui palace and the sound of flute, how could he fall asleep at ease?

Feng Aotian unknowingly walked to the Floating Dream Palace, just tapped her toes and flew down on the eaves, looking at the bright red figure, she immediately sat down and accompany him quietly without sending a message A word.

Sitting for an hour like this, she flew away and left.

When I returned to the Imperial Palace, I saw that Leng Qianye had woken up. After taking a shower, he changed his clothes and sat on the soft couch, watching with a book.

Feng Aotian smiled and shook his hand, "You got up so early?"

"The emperor is not with the minister, how can the minister be able to sleep?" Leng Qianye put down the scroll, leaned close to her, and said softly.

Feng Aotian smiled, "When did you become glib?"

"Can the emperor stay with the minister today?" Leng Qianye raised his eyes to look at her, thinking that he has not been alone with her since that day when he returned to China.

Feng Aotian listened to him and smiled lightly, "Do you have a place you want to go?"

Leng Qianye looked down at her, "Is there a place where the emperor will take his ministers?"

Feng Aotian's eyes turned slightly, Leng Qianye seemed indifferent, but in fact she hid her inner thoughts. She hooked his chin and slowly approached, "The Lord just wants to take you to the couch." /

Leng Qianye laughed blankly, and then began to untie her clothes.

Feng Aotian slid his hands across his waist and stroked his back. "You haven't visited the capital for a long time. How about going out like ordinary people?"

"Okay." Leng Qianye held her hand in her palm and kissed her.

Feng Aotian got up and changed into casual clothes, then took his hand and left the palace.

Walking on a street that is not prosperous, Feng Aotian and Leng Qianye walked side by side. She followed Xing Wuyun's way, playing with the folding fan in her hand, looking sideways at Leng Qianye, "What did you do in Beijing? ?"

Leng Qianye raised his eyes and looked at the street in front of him, with a smile on his indifferent face, "Since I was a child, my father has guarded the border, and as the eldest son of Leng Mansion, I naturally have to assume the responsibility. Every time I came out, I was just chatting with a few friends."

"Huh?" Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "How to chat?"

"It's looking for an elegant place, listening to music and drinking, and saying something that doesn't matter." Leng Qianye replied in a low voice.

Feng Aotian's eyes shattered with coldness, "An elegant place? More elegant than the Lord's Furong Pavilion?"

Leng Qianye couldn't help laughing, "Is the emperor jealous?"

"Huh." Feng Aotian tacitly said, "Since there is such an elegant place, wouldn't it be a pity if you don't go?"

"The emperor has been to that place." Leng Qianye continued.

"What is it called?" Feng Aotian then asked.

"To the west of the city, there is a pavilion built by the water, named Yayin. The first time the minister met with the emperor was there." Leng Qianye said softly.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Isn't it when you sent troops back?"

"The emperor was still a prince at the time, and the one who came with the first emperor should be regarded as a private visit. The minister was also in another room. He saw it inadvertently and didn’t take it to heart. Now you mention it, the minister I remembered too." Leng Qianye thought that he had already noticed her at the time.

Feng Aotian shook his hand, "That said, that place is where you and your father first met."

"Yeah." Leng Qianye clasped her fingers tightly, and the two of them walked forward slowly.

"Master is going to check it out." Feng Aotian listened to Leng Qianye's words and remembered the situation at the time. However, all of Feng Aotian's thoughts at that time were on Feng Aoyun, naturally. Did not notice Leng Chiba.

Leng Qianye looked at Feng Aotian sideways, "The emperor is really going to go?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "Master remembered that there was a woman in the Yayin Pavilion named Ningsu who was good at playing the pipa. Her appearance was even more outstanding. He didn't see it last time. I must go this time. I want to take a look."

Leng Qianye listened to Feng Aotian's words, and hurriedly stood still, "Since the emperor is going to see the beauties, the minister will not go."

Feng Aotian looked at him sideways, "Aren't you too boring if you don't go?"

Leng Qianye held her hand, "Go elsewhere."

"Master is going to Yayin Pavilion." Feng Aotian dragged his hand forward.

Leng Qianye looked at her profile and whispered, "The emperor is to the woman..."

"As long as you are beautiful, you like it." Feng Aotian knew what Leng Qianye cares about and said deliberately.

Listening to her words, Leng Qianye immediately calmed his face, "The emperor is really fraternity."

"That is nature." Feng Aotian agreed.

Leng Qianye hugged Feng Aotian in his arms as soon as he used his arm, then turned and walked to the opposite place.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, obviously seeing the discomfort in his eyes, she was just teasing him, unexpectedly, he was really angry.

She grabbed his shirt, "Don't let go of the Lord."

Leng Qianye was determined not to let her go, and whispered, "I'm running out of officials, I want to go back to the palace."

"Then you go back to the palace, Lord, go and see by yourself." Feng Aotian continued.

Leng Qianye suddenly released her, "The emperor does not have to go back to the palace, and the ministers don't have to go back to the palace, just leave Beijing."

Feng Aotian tugged his sleeves when he waved his hands and walked forward.

Leng Qianye stood in place with her back facing her, "What is the emperor's order?"

Feng Aotian's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, the corner of her mouth was hooked with evil charm, "Turn around."

"If the emperor has nothing to order, the minister will retreat." Leng Qianye then took a step forward and left.

Feng Aotian looked at him, and remembered the arrogance when she first saw him. She just liked his angry appearance, and then took a step forward, holding his hand, "You are so bold now Get up."

Leng Qianye was slightly startled, knowing that she was deliberately **** him off, but he liked it very much, because he knew that she had him in her heart.

He smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, held her hand tightly, and walked forward. After a while, the two of them left the city gate.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Where do you want to go?"

"As long as it's not Yayin Pavilion." Leng Qianye continued, "Anyway, at that time, the emperor did not serve as a minister when he went to Yayin Pavilion. Now he is not a minister when he goes to Yayin Pavilion."

The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, and the calculations were really clear. She went on to say, "Then you want the Lord to take you to a place for you?"

"Yeah." Leng Qianye took out the brocade bag from his arms. It contained their knots, which he kept carrying, as if she was by his side all the time.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Leng Qianye, "Master will take you to the dungeon."

Leng Qianye turned his eyes to look at her, "What does the emperor want to do?"

Feng Aotian approached him, "What do you want him to do?"

Leng Qianye's eyes flashed like a jade, looking at the cunning in her eyes, he slowly looked down, "It turns out that the emperor only remembers the appearance of the minister in the dungeon."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "especially the appearance of the clothes being torn by the master."

Leng Qianye's eyes grew dim, and then he replied, "I don't want to go to that place in my life."

Feng Aotian looked at him, then took his hand, "Master wants you to go?"

Leng Qianye raised his eyes, and a smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth. "What the emperor wants the minister to do, the minister can only comply."

Feng Aotian dragged him forward slowly, then entered the city gate, and walked slowly to the Prince Regent’s Mansion. Leng Qianye raised his eyes and looked at the Prince Regent’s mansion in front of him. Time passed, he remembered from After receiving the imperial decree and returning to Beijing, he entered the regent's palace, and then was tortured in the dungeon for two years and suffered humiliation.

This is the pain hidden in his heart, a dark dungeon. There is no sunlight coming in all day long. There is endless darkness all around. Time can forget everything, but this is the deepest and most painful thing in his heart. Memories, no matter what, he can't erase them.

He held Feng Aotian's hand tightly. Feng Aotian led him slowly on the corridor, winding and winding, the cold wind blowing his brocade robe, seeing that he had reached the dungeon. His feet seemed to be stared, unable to move.

Feng Aotian knows that he will never forget this memory, even now, he loves her, but, during that period of torture, he chose to put it in his heart, knowing that such pain is overwhelmed, just It is like a malignant tumor, which will not disappear with time, but will expand more and more.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "Afraid?"

Leng Qianye took a deep breath and walked inward without a word.

The entrance to the dungeon is very narrow and can only accommodate one person. Leng Qianye walks in front and protects Feng Aotian. As soon as he enters the dungeon, a damp, musty smell comes in, Leng Qianye After taking a sharp sip, I felt my stomach churning and nauseous.

Every time he took a step, there was the sound of whip lashing in his ears, his cold face was covered with cold sweat, even holding her hand, his palm was overflowing with sweat.

Feng Aotian knew that he was fearless, but he was afraid of the dungeon alone. He walked forward slowly until he reached the cell in front of him. He seemed to remember the situation at that time, and he stood in front of the cell. , Do not say a word.

Feng Aotian squeezed his hand and slowly entered the cell. His body began to tremble uncontrollably. He suddenly let go of Feng Aotian's hand, and with a palm, he shattered the cell in front of him.

Seeing him like this, Feng Aotian hurriedly embraced him and fell outside before the cell collapsed.

"Is it better?" Feng Aotian looked at him and asked in a low voice.

Leng Qianye clutched his chest and gasped for breath. He looked sideways at Feng Aotian, his expression in pain, "The minister is so sad."

Feng Aotian hugged him. She understood that the real Feng Aotian had such a purpose that day, but this kind of pain could not be filled. She understood even more that even though Leng Qianye loved her, she could not erase it. The hatred towards her at the time.

Leng Qianye hugged her tightly, as if to crush her into his own arms. The past is vivid and he can't control his heart. Only in this way can he feel better.

Feng Aotian stroked his back lightly and let him hold it. After a long time, Leng Qianye panted, slowly let go of her, and whispered, "The minister is fine. ."

Feng Aotian knew that he still hadn't let go. She dragged him forward until she reached the torture room. She looked at him, "Do you know what the Lord is going to do?"

Leng Qianye looked at the torture room in front of him, looking at her cold gaze, he closed his eyes, took a quiet step back, untied his belt, took off his clothes, and slowly Going forward, walking to the torture rack, closed his eyes, unwilling to look at her.

Feng Ao went up to the sky and hung the cold shackles on his hands and feet. There was an extra leather whip on her hand. She raised her wrist and made a "slap". A crisp sound rang through the entire torture room.

Leng Qianye closed her eyes, planning to endure this pain again, but the sound of the whip kept coming from her ears, but there was no pain.

He opened his eyes and saw Feng Aotian raising his whip and hitting himself. He looked at her incredulously. After a daze, he shook his head quickly, "Don't..."

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Nothing?"

"The whip is more painful to you than it is to me. Don't hit it anymore." He is now **** with a chain and let him try his best to break free, but he still can't move because This iron chain is not an ordinary material, and his heart seems to be torn apart at this moment.

Feng Aotian put away the whip and slowly approached him until he stood in front of him, "Do you feel bad for me?"

"Let me down." Leng Qianye watched as the whip hit her, and her clothes were broken. With each stroke, she used a lot of strength, and her skin was broken.

He felt as if he was strangling his neck and was about to suffocate to death. He looked at the flogging place, and now all he wanted to do was hold her. She was punishing him and torturing him.

Feng Aotian did not intend to let him go. Instead, he slowly approached him, hooked his neck, tiptoe slightly, and kissed his lips. This kiss was raging and raging, like To swept away all the pain in his heart, her hands slid across every inch of his skin, as if comforting his heart that had been hurt by fear.

Leng Qianye always opened her eyes wide and looked at her. When she hit her with the whip, all his fear and pain had disappeared, and what he brought him was endless regret. He regretted himself. He didn’t take it easy, regretting that he still had a hatred for her, but now, he just wants to make all the pain in her be doubled on him. If she hurts, he It will hurt a hundred times.

Feng Aotian left his lips, raised his hand and untied the chain, Leng Qianye took her into his arms along the way, lowered his head to deepen the kiss, and he hugged her horizontally and laid it flat on one side. On the long table, he lowered his head and unbuttoned her robe. He saw that the coat was soaked with blood. He raised his eyes to look at her, "Does the emperor want the minister to die?"

Feng Aotian sat up, took him into his arms, and said softly, "This injury is nothing to him."

At this moment, his emotions collapsed completely. He put on his brocade robe, hugged her and left the dungeon, and walked into the palace.

Feng Aotian leaned in his arms, raised her eyes and looked at his indifferent eyes with pity, the corner of her mouth raised, she had already calculated all this, she knew his heart knot, and more Knowing that if the malignant tumor in his heart is not cleared, then even if he stays with her every day, if the malignant tumor is awakened inexplicably one day, he will live in pain all day long.

"In your heart, who is important?" Feng Aotian raised his eyes and asked with a smile on his lips.

Leng Qianye put her on the bed, then went to look for medicine for golden sore, then sat down and looked at her, "Naturally the emperor."

Feng Aotian shook his hand, "Pour a cup of hot water for the Lord."

"Yeah." Leng Qianye nodded and looked up at her, "The minister will give the emperor medicine first."

Feng Aotian squeezed his hand, "It's just a small injury."

"Small injury?" Leng Qianye's eyes sank, and he said in a low voice, "Does the emperor want the ministers to do everything by themselves?"

Feng Aotian's fingertips slipped across his lips, "Master is thirsty now."

Leng Qianye turned around and went to the table to pour water, while Feng Aotian slowly got off the bed, and since he hugged him behind him and leaned on his back, he could still feel the heat , She whispered, "Master knows that there is always a gap in your heart that cannot be bridged. You tattooed yourself on your abdomen, not only because you missed the master, but you want to let yourself forget the pain that the master once brought you. ."

Leng Qianye's hand paused slightly. The hot water had overflowed from the teacup and stroked his fingers. He returned to his senses, turned around slowly, looked at her face, and sighed, "Isn't there no one in this world?" Can you hide it from the emperor?"

"Because you are what the master cares about, the master will naturally care about you, see you clearly, the master does not want you to be so painful for the whole life."

Leng Qianye hugged her tightly and whispered, "The emperor, now the minister has completely let go, there is no hatred, no pain in my heart, and some just love you."

Feng Aotian hugged him, curled his lips and smiled, "This is good."

Leng Qianye let go of her, looking at the blood printed on her waist and legs, his brows frowned, "If the emperor returns like this, they will definitely eat the minister."

"Master didn't eat, who would dare to eat?" Feng Aotian said sharply, then looked at Leng Qianye, "In this world, only the master dares to eat you."

Leng Qianye wanted to laugh out loud, but, looking at the shocking scars on her body, he couldn't laugh at all. He pulled her mouth reluctantly and picked her up on the bed.

He sat on one side and rolled up the jacket around her waist, but Feng Aotian paused slightly, looking at his appearance, and cursed in a low voice, "Fool."

Shouldn't you take your shirt off? How can it be rolled up from below?

Leng Qianye now focused all his attention on the welt marks on Feng Aotian’s waist and abdomen. He took the medicine for the golden sore and carefully applied the medicine to her, then rolled up her trousers, but felt that she His legs are very slender, his skin is crystal clear, and the bright red welts are printed on them, but they are so dazzling.

After he took the medicine, he raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian's complexion. He asked in a low voice, "Did the minister hurt the emperor?"

"No." Feng Aotian said solemnly, then put on his robe, leaned on the bed, and pointed to her side, "Come here."

Leng Qianye took off her shoes and lay beside her, raising her eyes to look at her handsome side face, but did not dare to touch her wounds, so she could only lean against her gently.

Feng Aotian cursed again, stupid, I can’t hold it underneath, you can hold it on it, then raised his eyes again, and glanced hard at Leng Qianye. Anyway, she has given him a chance, it’s him. I'm too stupid.

Leng Qianye raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian staring at him coldly. He quickly sat up cautiously and looked at her, "Is the emperor angry with his officials?"

Feng Aotian snorted coldly, and then sighed helplessly. He was really clever and confused for a while.

Thinking about it this way, he felt that he was worried about her as he is now, so he reacted a little bit slower. He simply raised his hand and held his hand in his palm, "I still want to go. Where?"

"The minister sent the emperor back to the palace." Leng Qianye felt that at this time, she needed to take good care of her. Naturally, the lash marks on her body could not be concealed from them, so she must go back and be questioned again.

Feng Aotian then got off the bed, took his hand out of the bedroom, and then flew away.

Leng Qianye always looked at her carefully, and saw her gloomy face, without saying a word, he asked in a low voice, "Is the wound hurt?"

Feng Aotian glanced at him sideways, "It's a headache."

"Headache?" Leng Qianye frowned. When the two of them fell behind the emperor's bedroom, Meteor was lying on the soft couch and yawning. He hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Meteor, you go and get a doctor. ."

"What's wrong?" Meteor asked while yawning.

"The emperor is injured." Leng Qianye sat down with Feng Aotian and said anxiously.

"What?" Meteor lifted his eyes to look at Feng Aotian, followed her clothes and saw the blood on the robe. He suddenly felt aroused, and all the sleepiness was gone, so he rushed forward, corners of his eyes. Tears were already overflowing, "Holy Lord, what's the matter with you? Which one does not have eyes and dares to hurt you?"

"Master does not have eyes." Feng Aotian said lightly,

"Wh...what?" Meteor blinked his eyes, and the tears that had been about to fall were abruptly held back by Feng Aotian's words. He looked at Feng Aotian and he didn't quite understand.

"Meteor, don't go to get a doctor." Leng Qianye quickly said seeing Meteor staring at Feng Aotian in a daze.

Meteor knew that Leng Qianye meant to ask him to come back without wind, he quickly responded, and ran away without a trace.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Leng Qianye, "Are you trying to let everyone know that I was injured?"

Leng Qianye hurriedly sat down and looked at her, "The emperor, it is the fault of the minister. Don't be angry. If you are angry, you will punish the minister."

Feng Aotian was just joking with him. He didn't expect him to be so serious, so he couldn't help sighing, "I can't bear to hurt you. Come and help him to lie down."

"Yeah." Leng Qianye nodded in response, and he was relieved when she saw her face slightly darkened.

The meteor rushed into the courtyard at the fastest speed. No wind just came out. Seeing him in a hurry, he asked calmly, "What's wrong with you?"

"Come with me to the Emperor's Sleeping Hall, the Holy Lord is injured." Meteor stepped forward to walk without wind.

Wufeng looked at the meteor and couldn't help wondering, "There are very few that can hurt her in this world. Did she meet a strong enemy?"

"Yes, moreover, it's still a very strong enemy." Meteor said coldly, remembering what Shicai Feng Aotian had said, he wanted to figure out why the Holy Lord would whip himself against himself?

No wind followed the meteor to the emperor’s bedroom, and saw a man in a purple brocade robe, with a handsome face, sitting on the side of the dragon couch with extraordinary demeanor, looking at Feng Aotian anxiously. .

He looked at it in his heart, and roughly guessed that the person in front of him was Leng Qianye, but now his appearance is really different from what has been passed down from the outside world. He slowly stepped forward and saw Feng Aotian waist. The blood on the abdomen, as well as the whip marks on the legs, whispered from the perspective of the whip marks, "Is the emperor okay to play masochistic abuse?"

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