This Lord is Too Cruel: 165 Should life-saving grace be promised by the body?

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Master is too cruel, 165 life-saving grace should be promised by the body?

"Missing?" Feng Aotian's eyes dimmed, "Continue to look for. Shu Xiuwu"

"Yes." The soul replied.

Feng Aotian turned his eyes and looked at Father Cat, "Let's go."

"Yes." Father Cat stepped forward, holding Feng Aotian's hand, and the two flew away.

Gu Yefeng looked at Lan Jingshu, "That girl Leng Peihan must have caused trouble."

Lan Jingshu looked at him, "Why do you see?"

"Does that still need to be said? Her reckless temper, and her restlessness all day long, it is not to blame for trouble." Gu Yefeng said naturally.

Lan Jingshu nodded slightly, "You are really hard-hearted."

Gu Yefeng snorted coldly, "My mouth is harder and my heart is harder."

Xing Wuyun looked at this person and said with a smile, "I'm done, let's have a good chat."

"I'll accompany you to see the palace." Lan Jingshu looked at him and said.

"That's good." Xing Wuyun just got up, because he was injured, he is now slower, not as before, but a little more casual, handsome face, and a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. A pair of peach blossom eyes are slightly curved, very attractive, at first glance, it is a romantic and suave noble son.

Meteor can't disturb Father Mao's interest now. Seeing that they are about to leave, he quickly jumped off the chair and grabbed Xing Wuyun's sleeve, "I want to go too."

Xing Wuyun looked down, looked at the meteor, and nodded, "You can drink?"

"Of course." Meteor nodded, although he was not drinking well.

Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and looked at Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng, "Now that I am in this body, I can't drink even if I want to drink, so let him stop drinking."

Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng looked at the shooting star, thinking that Xing Wuyun was really arbitrary. He is a child, how many glasses can he block?

However, in order not to disturb everyone's interest, it should be done.

Meteor looked at Xing Wuyun with a thumbs up, "Enough loyalty."

Xing Wuyun raised his eyebrows and smiled more openly, "When did I call you a brother?"

Meteor laughed, patted his chest, hesitated too hard, coughed a few times, and then said, "Forget about talent, you and I are friends in chess. This deep friendship is rare. Of."

Xing Wuyun spit out slowly, "Really affectionate...Friendly..."

Gu Yefeng was amused by the conversation between Meteor and Xing Wuyun. In the past, looking at Meteor was just a child, a talent, and seeing his superb chess skills, he felt that this little guy was somewhat capable.

Meteor turned his head and looked at Gu Yefeng, "What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing." Gu Yefeng stopped smiling, then looked at Xing Wuyun, "Brother Wuyun, let's go."

Xing Wuyun nodded, took the lead, stepped out of the imperial palace, raised his eyes, and looked at the huge palace in front of him. Once, he thought it would be a cage, but now, he thinks this is a love nest, it’s him Attribution.

Lan Jingshu pushed Gu Yefeng, Xing Wuyun walked forward familiarly, and when he walked to Qinghui Palace, he took another look, "When he comes back, he has to have a few drinks."

Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng also stopped at the same time. Looking at the scene in front of them, it seemed that Mu Hanjin had been here and never left.

The meteor touched his chin and looked at him, wondering who lives in this palace?

"What are you looking at?" Meteor couldn't understand and couldn't help asking.

"Look at someone alone." Xing Wuyun said, looking down at the meteor.

"Who?" Meteor raised his head and looked at Xing Wuyun, curious.

"The emperor's favorite person." Xing Wuyun said bluntly.

Meteor tilted his head, thinking, the emperor's most beloved people are gone, is there anyone more than this? Thinking that all the people are there, only one person is not here, that is...

He suddenly realized "Oh", and then pointed to Qinghui Palace, "What you wouldn't say is the wind...No, it's Mu Hanjin, Mu Hanyao's younger brother?"

Xing Wuyun looked at him, "You know a lot."

"That's natural. Next time I see Ye Meixi, I will definitely be angry with him, let him see, beside the Lord, there is another one who is more pampered than him." Meteor hands on his hips, he faces Ye Meixi felt a grudge, and for some reason, when I saw Ye Meixi, I felt that this person was an evildoer.

Xing Wuyun raised his eyebrows and looked at the meteor, "Ye Meixi and Mu Hanjin, in the emperor's heart, the weight is equal, they are both people in the emperor's heart."

Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng were silent, what Xing Wuyun said, is it a great gift for them to be regarded by Feng Aotian?

Xing Wuyun is just talking casually, what seems to be what he wants, but in fact, no one knows the sourness in his words.

Meteor nodded, "Then I will have to go take a look."

Xing Wuyun was noncommittal, then turned around, walked forward, and walked slowly forward. The harem was divided into two houses, the east and the west. The west palace was the residence of the concubine Su Ri and the princess. Later, Feng Aotian entered the palace and those of the west palace The burial of concubines and concubines, some of the mausoleum guarding the mausoleum, were moved to the palace of the partial courtyard. Therefore, the West Palace is now vacant, while the East Palace currently houses four people, Mu Hanjin, Lan Jingshu, and Yi Mu. There is a palace dedicated to Ye Meixi.

Xing Wuyun did not go to the east, but walked along the west of Qinghui Palace, towards the first palace, raised his eyes, and looked at the words Xingyun Palace, he stopped for a moment, then lifted Walking inside, although it is uninhabited, it is cleaned and taken care of every day. The furnishings are elegant, especially the sweet-scented osmanthus in full bloom in the courtyard.

He is holding a folding fan, wearing a goose-yellow brocade robe with a smile at the corner of his mouth, standing next to the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, even more unrestrained, low alcohol but with a magnetic voice, he whispered, "Gui Ziyue Zhong Fall, the sky fragrant and the clouds float away."

Lan Jingshu stepped forward and looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in front of him. He felt that Xing Wuyun's temperament was extremely worthy. He seemed free and unrestrained, but was a little more elegant. He looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus in front of him. The yellow wave leaf golden osmanthus, while the osmanthus flower in front of him is dark red, he turned his eyes and looked at Gu Yefeng, "What kind of species is this?"

"This is an extremely rare variety, named Cinnabar osmanthus." Gu Yefeng thought that this season is the day when the sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant. However, this cinnabar osmanthus is extremely rare, unexpectedly. It can be found in the palace.

Xing Wuyun played with the folding fan in his hand and laughed, "I chose this place."

Lan Jingshu nodded, "It fits you perfectly."

Xing Wuyun raised his eyes, looked at the plaque outside the hall, and then looked to the sides, without inscription, he then looked at Lan Jing's book, "Can there be pen and ink?"

Lan Jingshu then nodded and said, "I'll get it for you."

"Okay." Xing Wuyun replied, standing with his hands in his hands, that elegant figure, reflected in the moonlight, the sweet-scented osmanthus blooming on his side, the more and more fragrant, his whole person is like a laurel fairy, exuding The illusion of nothingness.

Meteor looked at Xing Wuyun and seemed to be very interested. I wonder what poem he would write on it?

Lan Jingshu came over with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and placed it on a stone table on one side. Xing Wuyun turned around, held the ink brush, dipped the ink, his wrist moved slightly, his body was light, and he flew up with the ink stained. On the golden door link, he painted the charm of flowing clouds and flowing water. His writing was just like his human beings, unrestrained and free. He then dropped down lightly, and with a flick of his finger, the vermilion brush drew a beautiful arc from the air and sat on the stone table. .

Meteor raised his head, through the bright moonlight, he saw the words on it, and he said in a low voice, "Walk to the water and sit and watch the clouds rise."

"Okay." Gu Yefeng applauded loudly, which really lives up to his unruly temperament.

Lan Jingshu also nodded slightly. In this palace, everyone is looking for a law of survival that suits them. However, Xing Wuyun is unique. He still goes his own way without any constraints.

Meteor stood beside Xing Wuyun, "You are really free and easy."

Xing Wuyun's charming pair of peach blossom eyes slightly bend, looking at the handwriting in front of him, he just wants to live out himself and be able to really do these two words free and easy.

Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng looked at each other, and then said, "I will call Yi Mu, how about drinking and writing poetry under this laurel tonight?"

Xing Wuyun turned around and laughed, "Excellent."

Meteor is obviously very interested. "I heard that Jiu Gonggong has brewed a few pots of sweet-scented osmanthus, I really want to taste it."

When Xing Wuyun listened, he couldn't help being greedy. He hurriedly lifted his steps. The walk was still slow. He only used light work, and some of the wounds were pulled. Fortunately, it was OK. Now, he can no longer do it recklessly.

"I will go to see the master and ask for an altar." Xing Wuyun said, and disappeared into the bedroom.

Gu Yefeng looked at Xing Wuyun's free and easy temperament and was envious, "It is really rare for such a person to live in the harem."

Lan Jingshu looked down and looked at him, "With care in my heart, I don't feel lonely."

Gu Yefeng nodded and said, yes, someone is destined to be their robbery, and they can't escape even if they want to.

Meteor sitting in front of the stone bench, looking up, admiring the night, thinking about the sweet-scented osmanthus stuffed.

Lan Jingshu looked at Gu Yefeng, "I will call Yi Mu."

"Well, let's go." Gu Yefeng replied, and followed the meteor, admiring the beauty of this place.

Meteor looked sideways, looked at Gu Yefeng, lowered his head, looked at his legs, "If one day, you can go, where do you want to go?"

Gu Yefeng was slightly startled listening to the sound of the meteor, and looked at him, "Walking all over the great rivers and mountains."

Meteor nodded, "A person?"

"With the one you love." Gu Yefeng looked at the meteor and said in a low voice, "Unfortunately, this is just a beautiful dream."

Meteor laughed, "My dreams will come true."

Gu Yefeng smiled quietly, only he knew how inferior it was that he couldn't walk by himself.

Xing Wuyun walked to the courtyard on his own, and saw Mr. Jiu sitting in the courtyard, busy alive.

He raised a smile that turned all beings upside down, stepped forward slowly, and when he walked in front of Duke Jiu, he quickly arched his hands and said, "The disciple has seen Master."

Duke Jiu didn't look at him, but said coldly, "Is here to work?"

Xing Wuyun listened to Duke Jiu's words, first was taken aback, and quickly walked behind Duke Jiu, and pounded his back fondly, "Hey, Master, you are not here for these days, how good are you?"

"Tear the wound?" Duke Jiu said coldly.

Xing Wuyun was startled, then smiled and replied, "Shicai moved his muscles and bones a bit, it was too hard."

Duke Jiu gently raised his hand, his fingers were already on the edge of his chest, and the speed was extremely fast. He hadn't reacted yet. Duke Jiu had stopped his hand. Xing Wuyun felt that his chest was not so painful and the blood stopped. , He smiled flatteringly, "Tui'er thank you Master."

As soon as Duke Jiu raised his hand, a jar of wine fell into his hand, and then stuffed it to Xing Wuyun, "Come over tomorrow morning to clean the jar. The past few months are piled up there."

Xing Wuyun turned his eyes, and then saw the mountain of wine jars piled up in the corner of the wall. He hurriedly cried and hugged the wine jar, looking at Father Jiu, "Master, this disciple is seriously injured."

Duke Jiu's words continued to sound mercilessly, "With a good teacher, you can't die."

Xing Wuyun smacked his lips. He was obviously hurt. Who is Mr. Jiu? He is a genius doctor, he said, he can't die, of course he can't disobey, he hastily lowered his head and answered obediently, "Yes, Master, I will come back tomorrow."

Speaking, he hugged the wine jar, walked a few steps outside, turned his head, and saw that Mr. Jiu was still impermanent, and continued to be busy, with a slight smile on his mouth.

After Xing Wuyun left, the corner of his mouth raised a gratifying smile, then got up and walked into the house.

When Xing Wuyun returned to his newly-chosen residence holding the wine jar, he saw that Yi Mu was already sitting at the stone table, admiring the sweet-scented osmanthus with Lan Jingshu.

The corner of his mouth smiled unabated, then he stepped forward, put the wine jar on the table, and looked at everyone, "Osmanthus scented."

Meteor couldn't wait to unsealed, holding the wine jar and sniffing it a few times, "Good wine."

Xing Wuyun raised his hand and patted his head, "Not a lot of drinks."

Meteor clutched his head and looked at Xing Wuyun, "Didn't you just say that I will keep you from drinking?"

"I don't need it now." Xing Wuyun sat down, filled up the wine in front of him, and lifted it up, "Everything is silent, I will do it first."

After Xing Wuyun said, he raised his head and drank it, then poured another cup, "Forget the past and start again."

As he said, he raised his head and drank another cup, and then poured the third cup. Everyone just raised the cup and looked at him, "Everyone has a drink together for another reunion."

Everyone glanced at each other, clinked glasses with a smile, and then raised their heads to drink.

After the Meteor drank it, it felt very fragrant and delicious, and quickly poured another cup.

Yi Mu looked at Xing Wuyun, "I'm back this time, don't you leave?"

Xing Wuyun played with the wine glass in his hand, "Heart is already here, I can't go."

Listening to his words, Yi Mu raised his head and drank, and said quietly, "Yangliuqing Qingjiang is level, hear the singing of Langjiang.

Sunrise in the east and rain in the west. The road is clear but clear. "

"Your character is still the same." Xing Wuyun raised his glass, raised his head and drank, "How is your body?"

"Not bad, not bad." Yi Murou laughed, then poured another cup, "Come on, this cup is to congratulate you on your new life."

Xing Wuyun laughed, "Okay." He said, he raised his head and drank.

Gu Yefeng looked at the two in front of him, and then raised his glasses, "Are you two going to dominate this fine wine?"

Xing Wuyun turned his eyes, looked at Gu Yefeng, smiled and said, "Naturally, the wine must be shared together."

Gu Yefeng also smiled heartily, and then toasted, "Although you and I have known each other's name since childhood, but have never seen each other, now, when I see it, I really live up to the prestige, for you and me. Cheers."

"Okay." Xing Wuyun smiled, then clinked glasses with Gu Yefeng and drank his head up.

Lan Jingshu looked at Gu Yefeng and then at Yi Mu. He just smiled without saying a word, drinking alone in silence.

"Since there is yaxing like this, then I don't want to play a song, how about it?" Xing Wuyun slowly got up, he just saw that there was a flute in the palace, he took it out, raised his hand, and waved it lightly. The hem of his clothes, his posture leaning against the stone pillar in the promenade on the side of the bay, curled up with one leg, the autumn breeze was blowing his face, his eyes closed slightly, and the flute sounded melodiously, but it was tight.

Everyone listened quietly. They could feel the freedom he yearned for and the hidden loneliness from the sound of his flute.

Yi Mu poured a cup of himself and smiled, "I never knew, he still plays the flute?"

"I don't know either." Lan Jingshu looked at Yi Mu, "It's because he has been drifting outside all these years, and he is no longer the Xing Wuyun of the year."

"Sure enough, he is a romantic gifted man." Gu Yefeng couldn't help but admired. This kind of graceful, free and unrestrained temperament, I am afraid that he will not learn this life.

He raised his head and drank a glass. Meteor was already drunk. He was lying on the stone table, holding his head in one hand, holding the wine glass in the other, listening to the flute in his ear and smiling foolishly.

Lan Jingshu raises his glasses, looking at Gu Yefeng and Yi Mu, "Cheers to the hard-won fate of you and me."

Yi Mu and Gu Yefeng looked at each other and laughed. How proud they used to be, but now they are trapped in the palace for a single person, with no regrets or regrets. Should they be fortunate? Should I regret it?

Just as people know that they are warm and cold when drinking water, only they can realize the joys and sorrows of this.

Feng Aotian and Mr. Mao went to the place where all the girls gathered, but no abnormality was found. Leng Peihan was still missing, so she took Mr. Mao back to the palace.

My father-in-law did not want to go back so early. First, he felt that he would not have the last moment. He still needed to wait. Second, he also wanted to be alone with Feng Aotian for a while.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "If you and I were here, the murderer would definitely not dare to come."

The cat father-in-law raised his eyes, looked at her, and nodded, "The servant understands."

Feng Aotian took his hand, instead of flying back to the palace, but the two wandering on the quiet street.

"Master, the slave really hopes to go on like this forever with the master." Father Cat leaned on Feng Aotian's shoulders and walked forward slowly.

Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at him, "If you like it, I will walk with you every night."

The cat gave a low laugh, "I'm afraid the master is too busy."

Feng Aotian wrapped him around his waist and embraced him, "As long as he has time, I will accompany you."

The cat's head tilted his head and kissed her neck, "With the words of the master, the slave will be content."

Feng Aotian chuckled, "How come you don't know, when have you been so satisfied?"

Mao-gong-gong smiled, "No way, there are so many lovely people around the Lord, if the slave is still so eagerly pestering the master, the slave will definitely be rejected by the master."

Listening to the jealous smell of his words, Feng Aotian turned his head down on the spot, then kissed him, turning around, only her was left in his eyes, and there were no others.

The cat's father hung his head and leaned in her arms, "Master, is the slave too greedy."

Feng Aotian stroked his back lightly, "Master likes your greed."

The cat sighed contentedly, "Master, the slave doesn't want to leave you."

"There is a master, why would you leave?" Feng Aotian hooked his chin, drank lightly at the corner of his lips, squeezed his hand, and continued walking forward.

Papa Cat followed Feng Aotian's side, staring at her profile, smiling, although she didn't say it, but he knew that one day, he would leave her, no matter it was fate Arrangements may be compelling.

Feng Aotian took his hand and walked like this until she entered the imperial palace, and heard the sound of a flute not far away. She looked at Mr. Mao, "Who plays the flute?"

"Minions don't know." Father Cat shook his head.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Go and prepare decoction for the Lord, and Lord, go and see."

"Yes." Father Cat nodded, and then stepped out of the Imperial Palace.

Feng Aotian followed the sound of the flute, walked to the palace in front of him, raised his eyes, and looked at the bronzing font on it, "Xingyun Palace."

She then stepped inside, and what was greeted was a beautiful view. Men of all colors were three-pointed drunk, sitting together three-pointers in confusion, the sweet-scented osmanthus blooming next to her, and the most striking thing was that On the side of the promenade, the man leaning against is even more relaxed and elegant.

She slowly stepped forward until she stood beside him. She didn't know that he could play the flute?

The sound of the flute is quiet, and it is really happy. She raised her hand and folded a sweet-scented osmanthus, with a clear voice, "It is hard to paint a solitary solitary with snow in the calyx. It is difficult to paint with fragrance, although thin Yi Shenghan. The flute and the sad listen, lean on the branch to look at the disease. The wind is so easy that it is easy not to blow."

Lan Jingshu, sitting around the stone table, listened to the cold voice, with an ethereal mist like an empty valley. She lowered her eyebrows and smiled, turning her fingers with the sweet-scented osmanthus, looking at Xing Wuyun beside her. No one can help but look at the beautiful scenery.

Gu Yefeng raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, his words echoed in his ears, "The breeze is so easy to understand, it is easy not to blow it away."

Yi Muwei raised her eyes, looked at Feng Aotian, and smiled bitterly. Now that she knows what "the wind is easy to understand, it is easy not to be broken", then, we can know what is "there is a flower that can be broken. , Don’t wait for the flowers to break the branches?"

Meteor hiccups with wine, sees Feng Aotian, quickly jumped off the stone bench, staggered to Feng Aotian, hugged her thigh, and cried, "Holy Lord, Meteor misses you so much."

Feng Aotian lowered his eyes and looked at the little guy who suddenly rushed over. The sound of the flute stopped abruptly. Xing Wuyun moved his wrist and put the flute away, but did not get up, but raised his eyes and looked at her.

Feng Aotian looked at the crimson osmanthus in his hand, and then said, "Cinnabar osmanthus."

Xing Wuyun smiled, "The emperor is really knowledgeable."

Feng Aotian could hear the meaning of teasing in his words, but he also laughed lowly, regardless of howling and crying with the meteor holding her thigh, but raising his eyes and looking at the palace door plaque, the handwriting was casual and free. , She became a romantic style, she looked at him, "Walking to the water poor, sitting and watching the clouds rise."

"How?" Xing Wuyun stood up coolly, stood in front of her, raised his eyes, and looked at the door couplet.

Feng Aotian nodded and said, "Is this the palace you chose?"

"Yeah." Xing Wuyun nodded, "Orchid leaves are spring flowers, Gui Huaqiu is bright and clean. Xinxin's business is a festive season."

"This line of poem praises sweet-scented osmanthus for its elegance, elegance, and vigor, but not for charm." Feng Aotian raised his hand, put the sweet-scented osmanthus in Xing Wuyun's hair, and said with a small smile, "Really elegant and clean. "

Xing Wuyun laughed, raised his hand, took off the sweet-scented osmanthus in the hair, and lowered his head to play with him, "The emperor is back so soon? Are you willing to drink?"

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "If you don't come back earlier, how can you hear such a beautiful flute sound, you don't know that you can still play the flute."

Xing Wuyun stepped up, walked out of the corridor, then sat at the stone table, poured a glass of wine, and handed it to Feng Aotian, who followed him.

Seeing that Feng Aotian ignored him, Meteor stopped crying, pulled her sleeves, and followed.

Feng Aotian was sitting on the stone bench where Meteor Shicai was sitting, Meteor hurriedly got into her arms, grabbed her skirts, and squirmed aggrievedly.

Feng Aotian lowered his eyes, looked at the meteor like this, and suddenly remembered, that day, she and Ye Meixi and Feng Yinqi were enjoying the moon and drinking, and then bowed his head and stroked his head, "If you are drunk, Go to sleep."

Meteor pouted the corners of his mouth, nodded, and really fell asleep.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes, looked at Lan Jingshu and the others, "Can you have a good drink?"

Lan Jingshu filled the wine, then raised his glass and looked at her, "Prince to the emperor!"

Feng Aotian also raised his glass, looked at him, smiled and said, "Okay."

Yi Mu and Gu Yefeng also took the cup, while Xing Wuyun looked at her and did not drink.

Feng Aotian drank it all in one fell swoop, looking sideways, looking at him, "You don't want to leave your body without wine?"

"The emperor, ministers are not easy to drink now." Xing Wuyun's eyes turned slightly, very charming.

Feng Aotian looked at him and smiled, "It's not easy to drink, do you drink less?"

She lowered her head and looked at the wine glass in her hand, "Twenty-year-old osmanthus stuffed with osmanthus, I am afraid that there will be nowhere to find it except for the wine father. Since you have gone to the wine father, how can you not drink easily?"

Xing Wuyun chuckled, then toasted, "The minister respects the emperor for a cup, thank you for saving your life."

Feng Aotian responded happily, "How do you report your life-saving grace?"

Xing Wuyun propped his chin in one hand and held a wine glass in the other. He was charming in form, yet charming, but on the contrary, he was a little more open and casual. He hooked his red lips and looked at her, " How?"

He said so calmly, there was no half-point tweaking, and no half-point reluctance.

Feng Aotian nodded, "This is a good way."

Lan Jingshu looked at Xing Wuyun, and then at Feng Aotian. They are all smart people. There are some things that don’t require much guessing or cover up, just a look or a word. Can understand.

He looked down, maybe, this is the difference between him and Xing Wuyun. He can be casual, but he can't do nothing, and he can't go beyond his own shackles.

Feng Aotian's phoenix eyes curled slightly, and he saw the sorrow that flashed past Lan Jingshu. Gu Yefeng knew it in his heart. Sometimes, he would rather pretend to be ignorant. Maybe, in this way, he can care less. Will be less inferior.

Yi Mu has the appearance that it has nothing to do with him, but the sadness between his brows and eyes makes him more uncomfortable.

Meteor was completely drunk, leaning against Feng Aotian's arms, snoring evenly.

Everyone had their own thoughts, and after drinking, Feng Aotian got up and looked at Xing Wuyun, "Master Minger ordered people to clean up this place, and you can live."

Xing Wuyun knew that he was a bird who yearned for freedom to fly, but he was willing to be locked in her cage.

He leaned in her arms a little drunk, raised his eyes, looked at her, laughed low, and kissed her lips in front of everyone, as if tasting the best cakes, slowly licking Licked.

Feng Aotian just remembered that after he was drunk, he would be relatives. This problem is really bad, but now, he is hurt, she can't throw him into the pond, she can only hold his waist Then, his eyes sank, "Go back and rest."

Putting down a sentence, he wrapped Xing Wuyun with one hand and the meteor with the other, and flew away.

Lan Jingshu always sat on the stone bench, watching the figure leave, he suddenly felt a little sad.

Gu Yefeng raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, "You, you are just thinking hard."

Lan Jingshu raised his eyes and looked at him, "I am not the only one who thinks seriously."

Gu Yefeng chuckled, "Yes, I have one more person."

As they said, they raised their eyes and looked at Yi Mu who was completely drunk. They shook their heads helplessly, Lan Jingshu got up, helped Yi Mu, and left Xingyun Palace with Gu Yefeng.

Feng Aotian embraced Xing Wuyun and returned to the bedroom. He raised his eyes, staring at her blindly, hooked her neck, bowed his head, kissed her lips, and then carefully sucked in.

Feng Aotian wanted to push him away, but he was afraid of hurting his wounds. He tore away the meteor in his arms and threw it on the soft couch.

Mao Mao came in with the soup medicine, and saw Xing Wuyun forcefully kissing Feng Aotian, he hurriedly stepped forward, put the tray on the table, and looked at Xing Wuyun, "Master, what's wrong with him?"

Feng Aotian left Xing Wuyun’s lips, but he leaned in reluctantly like an addiction. She raised her hand and pushed his head away, "He is drunk and likes his relatives."

Listening to Feng Aotian's words, Mr. Cat, thinking that he would not do it himself, he quickly stepped back like a ghost, and looked at Feng Aotian, "Master, put him on the dragon couch. Right."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian couldn't help laughing at the appearance of Father Cat. She knew that after he was drunk, he only treated her like this.

She hugged Xing Wuyun and walked forward slowly, and then put him on the dragon couch, but Xing Wuyun tugged her sleeves and didn't let go, and murmured, "Don't let go, don't leave me."

Feng Aotian sat next to the dragon couch, looking at him with a peach-faced face and a small smile at the corner of his mouth. Those peach blossom eyes were slightly squinted, fascinating, and a goose-yellow brocade robe, which he tore impatiently. , Half-open, showing alluring skin, he put one hand on his chest and the other hand pulled her sleeves, slowly approaching her.

Mao Mao came in with hot water, "Master, wake him up to the bar."

Mao father-in-law did not forget to look at Xing Wuyun. He was a bit dry at the moment, and was licking his lips. Upon seeing this, Mao father-in-law put down the golden basin and hurried out of the inner hall.

Feng Aotian watched his father-in-law's behavior amusedly, then wet the Jinpa, wring it out, and wipe his face.

Xing Wuyun suddenly opened his eyes, stared at her, and involuntarily said, he kissed her lips, put her to one side, caressed her waist restlessly with both hands, and untied her belt. With his lips and teeth intertwined, he was caught by Feng Aotian when he leaned into the placket of his clothes, and then left his lips, "Being bolder and bolder."

Xing Wuyun looked at her, now, with her robes hanging down, her beautiful figure is very graceful, more slender than an ordinary man, his heart is shaken, then he raises his hand, wraps her waist, and pulls his head. Leaning on her lap, she whispered, "Didn't the minister say it? You must agree with your body."

Feng Aotian chuckled, "You are drunk."

"The minister is not drunk." Xing Wuyun rubbed her leg and whispered.

Feng Aotian pulled him up from his own lap and looked at him, "It's not the time to agree with the body."

Xing Wuyun's eyes are dim. God knows how much courage he has taken to be so proactive. He originally wanted to give it to her by himself, but she...

He turned around sadly, lying on the dragon couch with his back to her, without speaking.

Feng Aotian walked up on the dragon couch, wrapped him on his back, leaned against his neck, and asked softly, "Aren't you the woman you always like?"

"The emperor is an exception." Xing Wuyun sighed quietly, feeling the warmth from his back, and whispered.

"Don't worry, you'll be able to enjoy it with your body." Feng Aotian turned his body over and looked at him, "Aren't you completely ready now?"

Xing Wuyun looked at her, looking down slightly, "The minister wants the emperor..."

Feng Aotian pushed him back on the dragon couch, bullied himself up, bowed his head, kissed his lips, gently untied his brocade robe, and loosened his bondage, his nose filled with sweet-scented osmanthus The smell of wine and the unique fragrance exuding each other's body, this kiss was so lingering, it made Xing Wuyun intoxicated.

Feng Aotian left his lips, looked at his red face, and then said, "Do you like it?"

"It feels good." Xing Wuyun undeniably responded.

Feng Aotian gave a low laugh, stroked his ears, and whispered, "Is the truth?"

"Yeah." Xing Wuyun then gently rolled over, lowered his head, and looked at her in his arms, "The minister would like to see the imperial body of the emperor."

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, "Okay, but not now."

Xing Wuyun was slightly startled when she heard her words, and then lay beside her, "It seems that in the heart of the emperor, the minister is still an outsider."

Feng Aotian leaned sideways and looked at him, "Can outsiders get on the dragon couch?"

Xing Wuyun closed his eyes and stopped looking at her. He had done this, but she still didn't want to tear the gauze between them.

Feng Aotian lightly clicked on his lustrous lips, "But the time has not come, would you like to wait for the Lord?"

"Okay, wait." Xing Wuyun opened his eyes, opened his mouth, put Feng Aotian's finger on his lips in his mouth, and took a bite.

Feng Aotian quickly took out his finger and looked at him, "Dare you bite Lord?"

Xing Wuyun raised his eyebrows, "The big deal is for the emperor to bite back."

As he said, he stretched out his finger and placed it on her lips.

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Dear friends, one more is done, there will be two more later, hehe... hug, huh!