This Lord is Too Cruel: 144 him, their thoughts

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Master is too cruel, 144 he, their minds

At the same time, Emperor Yuluo also received Feng Aotian's marriage stickers, the magnificent palace, the golden curtains moved in horror, blocking the appearance of the man sitting on the soft couch. Shu Chi Wuyan

It's just that, just from the strength of his squeezing the post, he can feel the chill that radiates from all over his body.

When the emperors of the two countries were still unexpected, an hour later, there was a lot of rumors about the secrets of Emperor Fengqi, the four princes of Leqi State, and the three princes of Yuluo State.

The original speculation has now been confirmed, and people from all over the world are talking and talking about it.

Emperor Fengqi blatantly issued a marriage post to the two emperors and called the two princes into the palace as concubines. Such actions are unprecedented and unprecedented in history. I asked the emperors for thousands of years. Which second-class country that has just risen dare to post such a post to the two great powers? More importantly, since ancient times, how can a man enter the palace as a concubine? This is an insult to the two countries, and the people can't help feeling that this Emperor Feng Qi is too arrogant.

Le Qiguo, Xing Wuyun is drinking wine coolly. When he heard the news, he was choked by the wine in his throat. He coughed suddenly, staring at Wei Zimo with an unbelievable appearance. .

But after he calmed down, he immediately laughed up to the sky, the laughter echoed throughout the restaurant, and even the whole street could hear his unruly smile. When he laughed weakly, his eyes were teary. Panting low, "She can really think of such an idea."

Wei Zimo snorted coldly, with a pair of glamorous eyes that were dull and unclear, and stood up, "I want to see, what can she do to marry me back?"

Xing Wuyun was taken aback, got up quickly, stepped forward, and looked at Wei Zimo, "What if she really thought of a way?"

"Then I will marry." Wei Zimo's thin lips hidden from the veil slightly raised, and opened them lightly.

Xing Wuyun waved his hand, "You are crazy."

Wei Zimo turned his eyes and looked at him, "You don't want to?"

Xing Wuyun curled his lips and said, "Go, you go, I won't go."

He thought about it at first, but he used Feng Aotian to dissolve the marriage, and he never thought of putting himself in, thinking of the men next to Feng Aotian, and then thinking about wearing his wedding gown. , Then, after getting married with another man, he felt a bit of a chill and waved his hand quickly, "Anyway, Brother Huang won't let me go. If I really go, how can the face of Le Qiguo survive?"

Wei Zimo sneered, "Then it depends on Feng Aotian's ability."

Xing Wuyun clicked the corner of his mouth. He was determined to follow Le Ling's temper. To do so would be a humiliation to him. He would definitely not, on the contrary, he might make some angry actions.

While he was thinking, he received Le Ling's summons. He turned his eyes slightly and looked at Wei Zimo, "Hey, I'll come as soon as I go."

Wei Zimo is still standing with his hand in front of the window, unable to see his expression. He wears a bright red gown, which makes him unique and independent. The cinnabar between his brows exudes a misty halo.

Xing Wuyun flew into the palace, still wearing a goose-yellow brocade robe. He was unruly, free and easy, with a smile at the corners of his mouth. "The ministers see the emperor brother."

With a light wave of Le Ling, the post in his hand fell under his feet. Xing Wuyun pretended to be unknowing, bent over, picked up the post, and opened it. The words in the post were concise and clear. Vaguely, there was still a bit of arrogance, especially the last sentence, forever bonding, the four characters, which really gave Xing Wuyun the urge to crush this post. He raised his eyes and looked surprised. Xiang Leling, "Brother Huang, this...this..."

"Huh, let's talk about it, what is your relationship with her?" Le Ling looked at Xing Wuyun's expression.

Xing Wuyun looked down, and said helplessly, "Brother Emperor, the courtier went to Fengguo last time, but was hit by her, and the courtier later left. She must have known the true identity of the courtier, and it must be because of this. Regardless of the matter, you have a grudge against your courtier, brother, if you accept this, your courtier’s reputation is small, and your face is big. In the future, how majestic is Leqi Country among other countries?"

Le Ling is now full of anger. Listening to Xing Wuyun's words, he feels a bit reasonable. He is lost in thought, and dare not make a sound in the palace.

After staying for a long time, Le Ling's complexion eased a little and looked at him, "She dared not put Le Qiguo in her eyes, then I will give her some color."

"What does the emperor brother mean?" Xing Wuyun raised his eyes, looked at him, and asked.

"I ordered you to bring 200,000 horses to attack Fengqi Kingdom. If you lose, you don't have to come back." Le Ling said solemnly.

Xing Wuyun was stunned, raised his eyes and looked at Le Ling, "Emperor brother, why are you a courtier? Don't you be afraid, she will **** him by then?"

Le Ling looked at him with a sullen face, "Hmph, your little thought, don't think I don't know, if you are robbed, I will treat you as dead in the future."

Xing Wuyun felt even more bitter when he heard it. He was obviously not worth the loss. He thought that Leling would favor him. Unexpectedly, he let himself go to the front to fight, he reluctantly responded, and then retired. , Raised his eyes, looked at the cloudless sky in front of him, and felt that there was a cloudless sky. He shook his head, sighed, and muttered to himself, "I really do not live by myself."

He went back to the restaurant angrily, and when he looked at Wei Zimo, he bowed his head down and lay on the soft couch weakly, "I really don’t know what the emperor brother thought, so I let me take the troops to attack Fengqi. China? Isn’t this just showing me to join the trap?"

Wei Zimo looked sideways and glanced at Xing Wuyun who was lingering, "Are you not sure about Feng Aotian?"

"She was scheming and cunning, and more importantly, at the beginning, I promised her one thing. This time, if she clung to this, I must be doomed." Xing Wuyun raised his head. A look of sadness.

Wei Zimo looked at him, gloating with misfortune, and said quietly, "Is there another way to solve this crisis?"

"What is the solution?" Xing Wuyun's eyes flickered brightly and looked at Wei Zimo.

"If the four princes die, it will be a hundred." Wei Zimo said lightly.

"You think Feng Aotian didn't expect it, but she clearly wrote that she wants to see people and corpses when she lives." Xing Wuyun lay down slumped, as if thinking of something, raised his eyes and looked at Wei Zimo, "Okay. Ah, how dare you let me stop by myself."

Wei Zimo ticked the corner of his mouth, "Where have you been ruthless in the past? Where have you lost your mercilessness in the past? Where have you lost your freedom and ease in the past?"

Xing Wuyun listened to Wei Zimo's words, and said, "Then where did you lose your calm and arrogance in the past?"

Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked into the distance, "I have always been calm."

"Huh, I have always been very free and easy." Xing Wuyun sneered, as if he was so stimulated by Wei Zimo, he figured it out a little, and then patted the table, "Retire without a fight, it's really not my Xing Wuyun style. , Just hit it, don’t you just meet Feng Aotian again? Anyway, there will be no less meat."

Wei Zimo looked at his look at his homelessness, and said slowly, "Well, there will be no less meat, but there will be less others."

Xing Wuyun turned his eyes, changed Shi Cai's gloomy air, smiled openly, "That is, anyway, she has touched it a long time ago, and kissed it, I don’t care, as for you, I don’t know. What is your emperor brother's plan?"

Wei Zimo listened to Xing Wuyun’s ridicule, and then turned his eyes. The sentence touched and kissed, really wiped out his mind that had been hard to pull back in the past few days, completely destroyed, and there was a great danger of abandoning his previous achievements. Raising his hand, the palm wind penetrated the bead curtain and hit Xing Wuyun.

Xing Wuyun quickly dodges and looks at Wei Zimo, "Hey, I've been said to be sore."

Wei Zimo's eyes flashed coldly, and then another palm hit. Xing Wuyun now suppressed the temper that he wanted to explode. So, instead of dodge, he met Wei Zimo's palm. In a flash, The two fought.

Wu Yueguo and Ye Meixi have been investigating the truth secretly because of the Huan Pei who returned to the country in the past two days, and the special envoy of Nanhui has been urging him repeatedly in the past two days, which annoys him. After receiving a secret letter from Feng Aotian, let him stay calm, he will definitely turn his face with Nan Huiguo. Is Wu Yueguo good to bully him?

Suitable, he received the news that Feng Aotian was going to marry the two princes of Le Qiguo and Yuluo, his lips twitched, and he sat on the soft couch with anger, secretly hurt.

Although, he knew that Feng Aotian did this because he two calculated her first, but when he heard that there were more people beside her, he felt extremely uncomfortable. When will the waiting day come, thinking, when she is talking and laughing with others now, he wants to rush over and can't help feeling heartache.

Xuanyuanyu's anger in the two Japan was hard to dissipate. After hearing the shocking news, the anger from nowhere almost overturned the entire bedroom, and then took a step and left the palace.

Hou's attendant outside the palace, had never seen an emperor with such a fire, and couldn't help being a little scared.

Xuanyuanyu left the palace and came to a courtyard where his mother and concubine often brought him when he was young. Whenever he felt lonely or in a bad mood, he would come over and he would fly away. After falling down, he entered the house a few steps, then lay on the bed, raised his head, staring at the beam, thoughtfully.

Feng Aotian sat on the soft couch in the study and read the memorials, reviewing these important memorials one by one.

When Gu Yefeng woke up, it was already the setting sun. He supported his hands, sat up, looked at the surrounding furnishings, lowered his head, and looked at the dragon and phoenix quilt covering him. He gently turned sideways, at the collarbone. With bursts of pain, his sword eyebrows frowned slightly, thinking about what happened today, suddenly his face was a little unnatural, he quickly closed his eyes, opened them sharply, and shouted, "Where are people?"

Feng Aotian heard the voice coming from the inner hall, put down the imperial pen in his hand, got off the soft couch, walked into the inner hall, and saw Gu Yefeng with his eyes wide open and staring straight at her. .

Feng Aotian stepped forward, sat beside him, raised his hand, covering his forehead, he was startled first, turned his head quickly, and avoided.

"The minister wants to return to his mansion." Gu Yefeng's face was dyed with a blush, and he whispered.

"Let me see the wound." Feng Aotian ignored his words. Instead, raising his hand and gently pulling his slender fingers, the ribbon on his waist was untied, and she was about to take it off. When he was dressed, he raised his hand in shock and closed his clothes. Because the action was too eager, he pulled the wound again, and the pain spread all over his body without warning. He frowned and stared at her. .

Feng Aotian saw him look like this, his eyes sank, "What's the matter?"

Gu Yefeng raised his eyes and saw Mr. Cat standing beside Feng Aotian. He hurriedly turned away, afraid to look at her, "There are outsiders."

Feng Aotian listened to his words, raised his eyes, looked at Father Mao, "Go and prepare dinner."

"Huh, what's the embarrassment of doing everything?" The cat's mouth curled, and he twisted his waist and left, thinking he would like to watch.

After Feng Aotian waited for Mr. Cat to exit the inner hall, he raised his hand, gently placed him on the dragon couch, pushed his hand holding the shirt away, and took the shirt off, and he saw the clavicle leaking. When the blood came out, her eyes dimmed again, "If you move your father again, your father will eat you."

Gu Yefeng raised his eyes, looked at her directly, and said, "Do you dare."

Feng Aotian lowered his head and bit his lip severely. When he was startled, he left and stared at him, "There is no such thing in this world that the master dare not do."

Gu Yefeng hurriedly skipped the beginning and didn't look at her. He knew that he was completely finished, but he couldn't figure out how he liked a man himself?

Feng Aotian looked at him still awkward, but smiled, untied the white cloth on his body, looked at the wound still oozing blood, cleaned him up again, bandaged it again, and watched He, "Will you go back home?"

Gu Yefeng closed his eyes slightly, "Where is the minister's wheelchair?"

Feng Aotian said in a calm tone, "Ask you knowingly."

Gu Yefeng quickly turned his eyes and stared at her, "How should the minister go out in the future?"

"What are you going out for?" Feng Aotian asked casually.

"The minister is not a pet raised by the emperor. When you like it, you can't put it down. When you get tired, you will abandon it." Gu Yefeng thought that while she was a man, she was also the emperor of the country. If she is really possessed, she will inexplicably let her into her own eyes and heart.

Feng Aotian lowered his head and looked at him, "It's indeed my lord's pet, or a puppy with teeth and claws."

Gu Yefeng was in a hurry when she heard her response, and was about to get up quickly, but was held down by Feng Aotian, and his fingertips crossed his lips, "I haven't heard what Ye Shi said?"

Gu Yefeng looked at her and roared, "The minister is going to leave."

Seeing that he was so stubborn, Feng Aotian lowered his head and covered his lips, biting fiercely. His arms were forced to clasp her fingers, but his legs could not move, and his upper body was She was imprisoned, he let her bite, the domineering kiss swept all his thoughts, and gradually calmed his anger, immersed in her strong kiss.

She saw that he was calmer, she licked his lips, looked down, and stared at him, "Observe."

Gu Yefeng snorted coldly, turned his head, and didn't want to look at her. Some people could not easily touch his heartstrings, making him feel helpless towards her.

Feng Aotian raised his hand, drew his fingertips across his cheek, and then closed his clothes, "I don't have to go to the morning court for a few days, so I can heal my father."

"The minister is not so delicate." Gu Yefeng's stubbornness is at work. He is not her pet in the palace.

Feng Aotian took a bite in his earlobe, "Say it again?"

Gu Yefeng felt a tingling sensation in his ears. Suddenly, his heartstrings were tense, he turned his eyes quickly, but he touched her lips, his eyes widened and looked at her.

Feng Aotian drank lightly on the corner of his lips, then raised his hand to cover his eyes, "I am not allowed to leave here."

Gu Yefeng felt the softness of his lips and the warmth of his eyes. He couldn't help but squeeze his hands, then slowly let go, a humming sound between his nose, and he stopped talking.

Seeing that he was obedient, Feng Aotian re-covered the brocade, "Lie down well and don't move."

Gu Yefeng looked at the tenderness between her eyebrows, his heart stopped for a moment at this moment, and then he closed his eyes without speaking.

She got up and left the inner hall, while Gu Yefeng watched her leaving behind and fell into deep thought. For a while, it was difficult to accept how she had become like this.

Feng Aotian entered the study and saw Lan Jingshu raising her eyes and looking at her. She smiled and sat beside him, holding his hand, "Jealous?"

Lan Jingshu looked down and tightened the hand she was holding. This action is enough to explain everything.

Feng Aotian smiled, then released his hand, raised his eyes, but met Yi Mu's flashing eyes.

She was startled slightly, but she didn't delve into it anymore, what emotions filled her eyes, but picked up the memorial again and read it.

Lan Jingshu feels the warmth of her palms, looking sideways, watching her focused expression, such an unattainable person, she should have better people by her side, and he, now, can get her Shouldn't that moment of tenderness be satisfied?

He condensed his thoughts, then picked up the imperial pen, and reviewed the memorial again.

The soul walked in and hurriedly stood beside Feng Aotian and said, "Master, things are done."

Feng Aotian's mouth tickled slightly, "What is happening between Leqiguo and Yuluo?"

"Le Qiguo was furious, and then he summoned the four princes into the palace and ordered him to personally lead 200,000 horses to attack Fengqiguo." The soul quickly replied.

Feng Aotian's mouth tickled slightly, "Where is Yuluo Kingdom?"

"There was no movement." The soul was also curious.

Feng Aotian clicked the corner of his mouth, and then said, "It's okay, if it is the same as Le Ling, then it really made him look at him high."

The soul lowered his head and said, "Master, there is one more thing, but it is about that girl Xue Ke."

"What's the matter?" Feng Aotian asked while looking at the memorial in his hand.

"Chu Lingtian will get married in a few days," the soul whispered.

Feng Aotian's mouth tickled slightly, "Let Xue Ke decide this matter by herself, and I don't care about it."

Soul quickly breathed a sigh of relief, and his face rarely showed joy. After all, if the master did not intervene, it means that this matter, there is still room for change, and it will be handled according to Xue Ke's mind.

Feng Aotian reviewed the last memorial, and then got up from the soft couch. Lan Jingshu and Yi Mu followed closely. The soul stood on one side. The four left the study and walked to the hall.

Feng Aotian immediately reclined on the low couch, and father-in-law Mao had already prepared his meal and walked in, "Master, have dinner."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, then raised his eyes, looked at Lan Jingshu and Yi Mu, "Go first, Lord will pass later."

"Yes." Lan Jingshu and Yi Mu naturally knew that she had something important to deal with, so they bowed their heads and walked to one side.

Papa Mao and Meteor also walked to the table, and the group sat down without moving their chopsticks, but quietly waiting for her.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at the soul, "Can you find out about the concubine Chen?"

"Still investigating, but this matter seems to be related to the wizard Si Xueyi." The soul then replied, "The ring is a gift from Si Xueyi to the concubine Chen."

Feng Aotian smiled slightly, "Then check it down."

"Yes." The soul replied, and then replied, "Master, Princess Bei Liguo is scheduled to take the throne on the eighth day of the next month."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "Can the other princes change?"

"Fighting against each other, I am afraid that her ascension will not go smoothly." The soul replied with his head down.

Feng Aotian smiled deeply, "Then fight it better, the more messy the better."

"The subordinates continue to send people to stare at him in secret." The soul quickly replied, "Master, the geese return to the country, and the Tianying Kingdom will show up to Emperor Xuanmo, for fear that you will send troops."

Feng Aotian looked down, "What has Xuanyuanyu been doing in the past few days when he returned to China?"

"The Emperor Xuan Mo will be in his bedroom for the past two days, and he has not come out. Today, I learned of the marriage and ruined the whole bedroom and left the palace angrily." The soul couldn't help feeling. It's strange, what is the relationship between the master and the dear, why does he get angry?

Feng Aotian smiled deeper as he listened to his words, and then said, "Goose returns to the country and Tianying, and is near Feihe City. Don't worry."

"Yes." The soul thought of the two small countries, and now it is not enough, then, which one should I do next?

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "Go back."

"Yes." The soul replied, and walked out.

Feng Aotian got up, walked to the table, looked at them, smiled and said, "Let’s eat."

Lan Jingshu raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, "The emperor, Ye Feng?"

Feng Aotian looked at him, "He is hurt, and he can only eat light food these few days."

Lan Jingshu was startled again, so he lowered his eyes and ate quietly.

Pluto Mao quickly handed the medicine to Feng Aotian, "Master, drink it while it's hot."

Feng Aotian took the bowl, raised her head to drink, raised her eyes, and saw Meteor staring at herself unsuccessfully. She put the bowl down, holding the candied fruit, "I don't want to do it yet."

Meteor got Feng Aotian's permission and quickly picked up the chopsticks, but instead of feasting on her a few days ago, she looked at her and stopped talking.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Doesn't suit my appetite?"

Meteor looked at Feng Aotian, shook his head, and then suffocated his head for dinner.

Seeing his appetite diminished, Mr. Cat then raised his hand and knocked **** his head, "If you don't like it, don't eat it. Look at your aggrieved appearance."

Meteor raised his eyes, looked at him, and quickly smiled, "Who said that."

Speaking, he started to gobble up.

Seeing that he was eating in a hurry, he was choked by the food, so he quickly filled the soup and put it in front of him, "You really are..."

Meteor quickly took a sip of soup, raised his eyes, and looked at Father Cat, "I was a little tired just now."

The corner of Mr. Mao's mouth curled, so he didn't believe what he said, but he didn't break it, and continued to concentrate on serving his own master.

Gu Yefeng in the inner hall was lying on the dragon couch, but he was not sleepy. He listened to the sound of eating outside. At this moment, he thought about the past and sat with them, but only when he thought of Feng Ao Tianshi He was frustrated again when he moved his hands and feet, and he couldn't help feeling a little annoyed at himself when he became so useless.

Feng Aotian stopped dinner, and Si Xi brought the soup and porridge that Feng Aotian had ordered in the morning to stew, and a few side dishes came over.

Feng Aotian took the tray and looked at them, "Go ahead."

"The minister retire." Lan Jingshu and Yi Mu replied in a low voice, and then retired.

The cat father-in-law watched Feng Aotian personally carrying the tray into the inner hall, and all kinds of envy, jealousy and hatred came to his heart. Has the master never been so considerate to him? He really regarded him as grass, and while tidying up the dishes, he said, "Hey, I really have a new love and forgot the old love."

Of course, Feng Aotian kept his words in his ears, but he did not reply. Instead, he went straight into the inner hall, watching Gu Yefeng biting his lips, and seeing Feng Aotian entering, and then said, "Who is Xinhuan, who is the old love?"

Feng Aotian saw that he was angry at what Mr. Cat said, and then sat down, "Who are you asking?"

Gu Yefeng stared at her, "Is the minister Xinhuan?"

Feng Aotian raised his hand, hooked his chin, looked for a long while, "Not too new."

Gu Yefeng raised his hand and waved her hand away, "That is the old love."

Feng Aotian hooked his chin again and looked for a long while, "It's not too old."

Gu Yefeng was suddenly anxious, so he wanted to get up, Feng Aotian's eyes were cold, and he stared at him, "Are you disobedient?"

Gu Yefeng pressed the corners of his mouth tightly and turned his head to the side, ignoring her.

Feng Aotian then picked up the soup bowl, "It's not new or old, just right."

Gu Yefeng listened to her faint words, turned his head, and then relieved his anger, slowly stepped forward, leaned against her body, and took the soup bowl from her hand.

Feng Aotian picked up the spoon, scooped up the soup, and passed it to his lips, "Drink it."

Gu Yefeng was not polite, opened his mouth, and drank the soup, with a pair of eyes, staring at Feng Aotian, thinking, from now on, what face is there to see Yi Mu and Lan Jingshu?

Feng Aotian looked at him absent-mindedly, and said with a smile, "Master will set you a new bedroom?"

Gu Yefeng shook his head and said, "No, Chen is still used to living with Yi Mu."

"It's up to you." Feng Aotian doesn't care about this kind of thing, as long as they stay comfortable.

Gu Yefeng drank the soup, then looked at Feng Aotian, "The emperor, the minister should go back tonight."

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Don't want to be with him?"

"The minister is not ready yet." Gu Yefeng was still entangled in his heart.

Feng Aotian didn't stop him, he smiled and said, "Then wait for you to be ready, then I will move you."

Gu Yefeng glared at him again after listening to her irrational words, and stopped talking, instead eating porridge quietly.

After waiting, Feng Aotian got up and said, "Bring the wheelchair in."

"Yes." Mr. Cat stood outside the inner hall. Although he couldn't see how he scratched his heart and lungs inside, he could still imagine it. He pouted and pushed the wheelchair in. .

Gu Yefeng looked at the wheelchair pushed by Mr. Cat. It was very different from the one he had before. It was much lighter and more flexible.

Feng Aotian swept his hand, and he fell into her arms. He raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian's eyes, trying to break free, but the warmth in her arms made him feel a little nostalgic. , Simply, let her hug him up from the dragon couch, and then put him on the wheelchair.

Gu Yefeng sat on it, raised his hand, placed it on both sides, and moved the button above, the wheelchair automatically rotated, Feng Aotian raised his hand and pushed the wheelchair, "Master will accompany you back."

Gu Yefeng is now full of curiosity about this new wheelchair. He raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian pushing him. He was a little uncomfortable, but there was a touch of warmth in his heart.

The evening breeze is blowing, and on the quiet corridor, Feng Aotian pushes the wheelchair and walks slowly. Feng Aotian raises his head, looking at the sky tonight, then looking at Gu Yefeng now, thinking about the first time they met. Situation.

She chuckled, "Is that ancient book now with you?"

Gu Yefeng heard how Feng Aotian suddenly remembered asking about the embarrassment, and quickly replied, "Not here with the minister."

Feng Aotian deliberately said, "Oh..."

Gu Yefeng listened to her voice, "The emperor, the minister no longer remembers the contents."

Feng Aotian listened to his refusal to confess, "Well, Lord remember, or else, another day, Lord will study and study with you."

Gu Yefeng turned red, coughed a few times, and whispered, "Rogue!"

Feng Aotian smiled, "Or, just tonight."

Gu Yefeng's face became even more red, with a charming luster in the dark, he whispered, "The minister is unwell."

Feng Aotian’s handsome face, at this moment, is filled with a rare smile. In her opinion, Gu Yefeng’s life is inherently simple. In his world, it has always been black and white. A trace of gray, because of this, he will show all his emotions on his face without hiding anything.

So, he is direct, whether he speaks or thinks.

Feng Aotian feels very comfortable with him, because she doesn't deliberately guess his thoughts, just like she is in front of cat father-in-law, never using any brain power.

Unconsciously, he went to Yi Mu's bedroom. Yi Mu did not return to the bedroom, but went to Lan Jingshu's bedroom. The two were sitting in the shadows and talking about the wine.

She pushed him into the palace, and the attendant got the news. He was already waiting outside the palace. Feng Aotian pushed him into the side hall. Looking at the layout inside, it was exactly the same as that of his Gu residence, she smiled. "You are always a nerd."

Gu Yefeng raised his eyebrows, "Well, if the minister does not read a book for a day, he will feel that life is meaningless."

Feng Aotian smiled and looked at him, then turned his inner hall, looked at the bookshelf on one side, and saw the ancient book he copied last time, then pulled it out and looked at him, "You Didn’t you say it’s not here with you?"

Gu Yefeng raised his eyes and saw the book in Feng Aotian's hand. He gritted his teeth and then stepped forward, "That... the minister forgot."

Feng Aotian opened the ancient book, turned a page at random, and placed it in front of him, "Read it to the Lord."

Gu Yefeng glanced intently, and the content of that page responded unnaturally, "The minister has a sore throat."

Feng Aotian then poured a cup of hot water and handed it to him, "Drink it."

Gu Yefeng drank water slowly, a glass of water, drinking for half an hour, still not bottoming out, Feng Aotian did not urge, read the ancient book in his hand, and glanced at him carelessly.

Gu Yefeng looked down quickly, not knowing what to do.

Feng Aotian then snatched the cup in his hand, and then said, "Since I don't want to read it, how about practical actions?"

Gu Yefeng quickly grabbed his wheelchair armrest nervously and stared at Feng Aotian, "The emperor, that... the minister... is not ready yet..."

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, "What about?"

Gu Yefeng thought for a moment, gritted his teeth, raised his eyes, and looked at Feng Aotian, "How about reading when the minister is mentally prepared?"

Feng Aotian laughed, then leaned over and picked him up from the wheelchair. Gu Yefeng was very light and light because he was sitting in a wheelchair all the time. However, what was pleasantly surprised was him. His bones were surprised. Like a natural disability.

Feng Aotian put him on the bed, raised his hand, and pulled off his trousers.

Gu Yefeng was surprised, and quickly pulled on his trousers, "The emperor, the minister comes by himself."

Feng Aotian smiled and said, "Are you shy?"

"Who is shy?" Gu Yefeng hurriedly said stiffly, but the crimson on his face had already explained everything.

Feng Aotian gave a low laugh, then took his hand away, took off his trousers, raised his hand, and touched the bones of his legs. Gu Yefeng looked at the shape of his legs and suddenly gave birth to Because of my low self-esteem, I quickly took the brocade and was covered up.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Do you want the Lord to feel it?"

Gu Yefeng lowered his head, slowly let go of his hand holding the quilt, closed his eyes, and did not dare to move.

Feng Aotian lifted the brocade, pinched his knees with both hands to the bones of his ankles, and then covered the brocade on his legs, "open your eyes."

Gu Yefeng opened his eyes and looked at her, "The emperor, the minister's legs..."

His legs are the pain of his life after all. Looking at Feng Aotian, he bit his lips tightly, not knowing what to say.

"When can't you leave?" Feng Aotian looked at him and asked.

"When I was three years old." Gu Yefeng took a deep breath and whispered back.

Feng Aotian raised his hand and held his fisted hand in his palm, "Do you know how your legs can't walk?"

"I don't know." Gu Yefeng shook his head. "At that time, I was still young, and I can't remember many things. Since the minister remembered, he has been lying in a wheelchair."

Feng Aotian stared at him, his eyes dimmed, then went on the bed, embraced him in his arms, and stroked his back, "Master will make you stand up again."

Gu Yefeng leaned in her arms. For the first time, I felt that there could be someone to rely on. It was so reassuring. Over the years, he has closed himself in his small world and is unwilling to contact others. He is naturally sensitive, especially when others look at him with strange gazes, he has a feeling of piercing arrows. Since she broke into her own world for the first time and brought him out of Gu's house, he I feel that the original source is still useful, not a real waste.

Feng Aotian bowed his head and drank lightly in front of his forehead, "Just rest."

"Yeah." Gu Yefeng nodded and leaned quietly in her arms. Feng Aotian raised his hand, took off his brocade robe, raised his hand, and took one side of the uniform that had been prepared. Put it on him, cover him with a quilt, and watch him fall asleep before she leaves.

When she left, Gu Yefeng opened his eyes, raised his hands, folded them together, feeling the remaining warmth of her, and then wrapped the brocade with a smile on his mouth, slowly He closed his eyes.

Feng Aotian did not return to the emperor’s bedroom, but walked to the Jinxuan Palace of Lan Jingshu, and saw two beautiful men sitting under the shadow of the dark incense, one wearing a light blue brocade. The one was warm and moist like jade, and the other was dressed in a pale pink brocade robe, like Liu Fufeng, with smiles at the corners of their mouths, and they seemed to be chatting about things, laughing at each other, and then they toasted and drank.

Feng Aotian didn't disturb their Yaxing, but, leaning on his side under the willow tree, looked at the two meaningfully.

The breeze was blowing, and the years were quiet. I don't know how long it took until the two of them were slightly drunk. Then Feng Aotian stepped forward slowly and walked in front of them.

Lan Jingshu raised his eyes, his eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and there was a slightly more blurred expression between his eyebrows and eyes. He slowly got up, leaned in Feng Aotian's arms, and whispered, "The emperor... …"

Feng Aotian embraced his waist and let him lean in his arms, "Drunk?"

Lan Jingshu leaned against her quietly, staring at her face, a pair of phoenix eyes flashed across the faint tenderness, the handsome face, especially the slightly hooked lips, he slowly raised his hand and stroked it. He touched her face and offered a kiss.

Feng Aotian squinted his eyes slightly, smiled, then turned around, lowered his head, kissed his lips, and gently sucked in.

"Hmm..." Lan Jingshu groaned unconsciously, limp in her deep kiss.

Feng Aotian embraced his waist and raised his eyes. Yi Mu was holding the hip flask in one hand and the willow tree on the other hand, and slowly left the bedroom, she looked at his slender waist and wrapped it. Wearing a light gauze brocade robe, the back reveals endless sadness and loneliness.

Feng Aotian wanted to send him away, but Lan Jingshu in her arms was so drunk that she fell into her arms, whispering, "The emperor... the emperor..."

Feng Aotian turned his eyes and looked at Jingxi, "Send concubine Yi back to the palace."

"Yes." Jingxi replied, hurriedly catching up and following her side by step.

Yi Mu walked on the quiet corridor, looking at the endless ink color in front of him, a cold wind blew his clothes, and there was a thick sadness between his brows, and his thin, colorless lips, slightly Aroused, Xuanyue was in the sky, and the palace lanterns on both sides were on and off, pulling his thin figure extremely long...

It's not a long way, but after walking for a long time, before reaching the end, Yi Mu's hand holding the jug slowly loosened, and the silver jug ​​with golden flowers fell to the ground with a crisp sound. The green wine was scattered on the blue stone, revealing infinite desolation.

Yi Mu's footsteps were vacant, walking forward step by step, looking into the distance, but felt a blur, he fell to the ground after his feet were empty.

Jingxi panicked, and hurriedly stepped forward and helped him up, "Yi Shifei, are you okay?"

Yi Mu waved Jingxi's hand away, his voice was soft, "It's not in the way, it's just a little drunk."

While speaking, he lay down on the cold jade, raised his eyes, looked at the starry sky, and slowly closed his eyes...

Seeing that he was asleep, Jingxi quickly ordered someone to lift him up, put him carefully in the Luan Jiao behind him, and lift him back to the bedroom.

Feng Aotian supported Lan Jingshu back to the inner hall, put him on the bed, and watched his jade-white skin with a faint pink color, holding on to her sleeves tightly." The emperor..."