This Lord is Too Cruel: 197 Lord can spoil your temper (two more)

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Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, and his fingertips slid across his back, "Master still has the strength to eat you."

Gu Yefeng's mouth raised slightly, "Now?"

Feng Aotian was startled at first, then raised his jaw, "Are you suspicious of the Lord?"

Gu Yefeng raised his eyes and looked at her, his moderately thick lips pressed slightly, "Does the emperor dare?"

Her phoenix eyes squinted slightly, and she was filled with deterrence, and the strength around his waist became heavier, as if she was about to break his waist, but Gu Yefeng looked at her unchanged.

"See if you dare." Feng Aotian said, suddenly hugged him up, and then flew away from the study, entered the inner hall, and threw him on the dragon bed.

Lan Jingshu watched the bright yellow curtain fall, he raised his eyes and looked at Yi Mu, "What's wrong with him today?"

"Jealous." Yi Mu raised his eyes, looked at him, responded softly, looked down, and continued to review the memorial.

Only then did Lan Jingshu react, only because Gu Yefeng was a little abnormal today, he couldn't help laughing, and then continued to work.

Feng Aotian stood next to the dragon couch, raised his hand, untied his winding jade belt, looked at Gu Yefeng who was lying, rolled up his own cloud sleeve, and then sat beside him, "You know what's wrong. ?"

Gu Yefeng raised his eyes and looked at her, his arms like lotus roots were exposed, his robes scattered randomly, his fingertips pressed against his heart, his voice mixed with charm, idleness, and chill.

"The fact that the minister said." Gu Yefeng replied stiffly, with a faint fever in his heart.

Feng Aotian’s smile became deeper and deeper, her fingertips slowly moved down from her heart, and with a light hook, she untied his belt, then turned him over and heard, "pop" With a cry, Gu Yefeng couldn't help calling out, "Ah!"

Lan Jingshu and Yi Mu in the study heard the crisp sound, raised their eyes, glanced at each other, and continued to review the memorial with a low smile.

Gu Yefeng never thought that Feng Aotian would dare...slap him?

Feng Aotian raised his hand, looked at him, and asked in a deep voice, "Do you know what's wrong?"

"The minister is right." Gu Yefeng crawled on the dragon couch and responded.

Feng Aotian slightly hooked the corner of his mouth, then raised his hand, "slap" was another crisp slap.

Gu Yefeng shouted quickly, regardless of whether anyone heard it.

"Do you know what's wrong?" Feng Aotian lowered her head, looking at her **** with two palm prints, the corners of her mouth evoked an evil smile.

Gu Yefeng bit his lip and shook his head, "The minister is right."

Feng Aotian then raised his hand and slapped fiercely again. This time it sounded even more crisp, "You know what's wrong?"

She slapped patiently and asked once.

Gu Yefeng continued to shake his head, "Chen...Yes..."

Feng Aotian gave a cold snort, lowered his head slightly, opened his mouth, and took a bite on his ass.

"Ah!" Gu Yefeng called the ground louder this time. How could he bite in that place?

He turned his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, his face was stained with a layer of red frost, which looked very attractive.

Feng Aotian raised his head slightly and looked at him, "Do you know what's wrong?"

Gu Yefeng bit her lips tightly without speaking, but her heart beats like a drum, she actually...

Feng Aotian saw that he did not speak, and then lowered his head, he wanted to bite down...

"The minister knew what was wrong." Gu Yefeng hurriedly stopped, and asked her to bite again. He was afraid that she would be tossed to death.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the corner of his mouth was filled with a sly smile, "My master dared to rebel against his words, now he is bolder."

Gu Yefeng is already blushing now, her lips are tightly pressed without saying a word, just turning her head and not looking at her.

Feng Aotian looked at him amused, then got up, took the plaster, sat down, put the medicine on him, and whispered, "Suitable is not still a sharp-edged mouth, now he has become so obedient. Up?"

Gu Yefeng listened to her voice and closed his eyes. What appeared in his mind was the scene of her biting his butt. He quickly raised the soft pillow and put it on his head, really ashamed. .

Feng Aotian looked at his movements, raised his voice and laughed, and then said, "I'm afraid you will be lying on your stomach these few days. If you sit for a long time, it will hurt."

Gu Yefeng sullen his head. If he doesn't go back to her, it is too late to regret.

Feng Aotian stepped forward, sat beside him, then hugged him into his arms, and threw the soft pillow in his hand aside, while Gu Yefeng closed his eyes tightly, not looking at her.

Feng Aotian lowered his head and kissed his lips, "It's still softer here."

Gu Yefeng raised his hand and tried to push her, but he met her with a smile on his eyes, quickly looked down, leaned in her arms, and whispered, "The emperor, the minister just wants to be by your side for more time. ."

Feng Aotian's smile narrowed at the corner of his mouth, lowered his head and rubbed his cheek, "You have a lifetime to be with you."

Gu Yefeng chuckled and put his hands around her waist, "It's fine if the minister can go, so I can accompany you at any time."

"When did you become sentimental?" Feng Aotian nodded his nose and smiled low.

Gu Yefeng calmed his mind, raised his eyes, and looked at her, "The emperor will not be able to do things like talents in the future."

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and whispered softly in his ear, "Master only uses it on you."

Gu Yefeng turned his head unnaturally, smiling at the corners of his mouth, "Isn't the emperor going to go far?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "Reluctant to bear him?"

"Who can't bear it?" Gu Yefeng quickly changed his expression, how could he look like he was just now.

Feng Aotian curled his mouth, then hugged him and walked outside the hall.

Gu Yefeng leaned in her arms, stepped out of the inner hall, and walked to the study. He sat back on the soft couch again, then picked up the royal pen and silently commented on the memorial.

Lan Jingshu and Yi Mu were naturally tacit and did not mention them.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Yi Mu's complexion, which looked much better than her in those few days, and then left the study.

After Feng Aotian left, Lan Jingshu turned his gaze on Gu Yefeng, "Shi Cai is really loud."

Gu Yefeng raised his eyes and looked at him, naturally knowing how loud the voice of a talented person is. He glared at him fiercely, then bowed his head and continued to review the memorial.

Yi Mu chuckled, "It's true that wicked people have their own wickedness."

Gu Yefeng raised his eyes, and instantly went crazy, "Who do you think is the villain?"

Yi Mu coughed, looked sideways, and looked at him, "Are you angry?"

"Huh." Gu Yefeng snorted coldly, then lowered his eyes without saying a word.

Yi Mu glanced at Gu Yefeng, thinking that he would definitely be cleaned up, and smiled at Lan Jingshu, and then stopped teasing him.

Feng Aotian went to the side courtyard by himself. At this time, in the quiet courtyard, windless and wearing a snow-white brocade robe, standing in the courtyard basking in herbs, his expression was calm and elegant.

Xing Wuyun was bent over, brushing a jar on the side, with a goose-yellow back, still showing such casual publicity.

Feng Aotian stepped up and entered the courtyard. No wind just raised his eyes and collided with her gaze. He smiled lightly and seemed to say hello.

Feng Aotian nodded slightly and stood beside him, "Is it accustomed to live in the palace?"

"It's okay." No wind responded faintly. Following her handsome face, he saw the hickey on her neck. He chuckled, "The emperor is very comfortable these days."

Feng Aotian's eyes were calm, and he smiled and answered, "Naturally, he wants to be better to the people around him."

Wu Feng listened to her, his eyes lightened slightly, and he was about to speak, when he heard Xing Wuyun's voice not far away, "The emperor is here to visit the minister?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, stepped past the wind, walked up to him, squatted beside him, saw his corner sweating, she took out the silk kerchief and wiped him gently .

Xing Wuyun smiled at the corner of his mouth, put down the jar in his hand, raised his water-stained hands, and looked at her.

Feng Aotian smiled and picked up the silk handkerchief, wiped the water on his hand, and took his hand to get up, Xing Wuyun leaned weakly in her arms.

Feng Aotian looked at his appearance and couldn't help frowning, "Don't you want to be like this?"

Xing Wuyun leaned in her arms, raised his eyes, glanced at Wufeng, and then said, "No problem, Junior Brother said, the minister can move around appropriately."

Feng Aotian held his hand and grasped the pulse condition. The pulse condition was stable. However, there was still some weakness. She nodded slightly, "Well, although it is possible to move, it should be moderate. When the Lord comes back, you can’t see it. You still look ill."

Xing Wuyun has a pair of peach blossom eyes with charming light, "Is the emperor going to see Xuanyuan Yu?"

Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, "It seems that the people around him are getting more jealous."

Xing Wuyun leaned on her, and the two walked forward slowly, until they reached the reclining chair, Feng Aotian helped him to lie down, sat beside him, and looked at him with a smile.

"The emperor dare to say that it has nothing to do with him?" Xing Wuyun looked at him and said in a low voice.

"Something is going to happen." Feng Aotian nodded quietly.

"The emperor speaks the truth?" Xing Wuyun squeezed her hand, his tone was gloomy, but the smile in the corner of his eyes became deeper and deeper.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "The Lord speaks naturally."

"Is the emperor going alone?" Xing Wuyun asked immediately.

"Wei Zimo accompany him." Feng Aotian looked at him, "It's a pity, you have to raise your body, otherwise, the lord will let you go."

"You mean, I'm a backup?" A cold voice sounded, and a bright red figure slowly walked towards her.

Feng Aotian raised her eyes, and when she saw Wei Zimo's eyes shining with cold light and looking straight at her, she turned her eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, "Have you ever said that?"

Xing Wuyun just smiled, just holding Feng Aotian's hand and playing with it boredly.

Wei Zimo stood behind her, as if a cold light completely blocked the strong sunlight, he stared at Feng Aotian's back, "Why not speak?"

Feng Aotian turned around and looked at him, "What about you?"

Wei Zimo leaned slightly, lowered his head, and kissed her lips. Although he was behind the veil, he could still feel the softness of his lips and the anger sprayed between his nose.

Feng Aotian's eyes darkened, thinking that his temper was really hot, and he said that he turned his face, but he was still so domineering, which really made her feel a little confused.

Xing Wuyun sat on the recliner in his spare time and watched Wei Zimo kiss her in front of him. He curled his lips and smiled deeply.

Wufeng didn't expect Wei Zimo to have such a slutty side. He turned his eyes, and when he saw the smile in Xing Wuyun's eyes, he quickly turned around. What drama is he doing now? Do two men win one boy?

He has only heard of two men vying for a woman and being jealous. He has never seen two men competing so hard for the other.

Wei Zimo left Feng Aotian's lips, then held her hand in his own, and then took her away.

Xing Wuyun always held Feng Aotian's other hand, and the two stood in a stalemate.

Feng Aotian couldn't help but feel a headache. Turning his eyes, he glanced at Xing Wuyun, raising his head slightly, looking straight at her, and then at Wei Zimo who was aside, staring at her with a gloomy face.

Feng Aotian's eyes sank, and then with a light movement of her wrists, she pulled her hands out, then stood up, staring coldly at the two in front of him, "Extend your hands to the Lord."

The two glanced at each other, then looked at Feng Aotian's face with a cold face, and Feng's eyes showed an indisputable threat. Xing Wuyun knew that she was really angry.

Wei Zimo looked at Feng Aotian like this, then twisted around and started to walk, Feng Aotian said in a deep voice, "If you dare to take a step, you should never show up in front of him."

Wei Zimo turned around, looked at her, pursed the corner of her mouth, and whispered, "Are you telling the truth?"

Feng Aotian's eyes sank, "Does the Lord have anything to say?"

"You clearly said that you like my temper. Is this also false?" Wei Zimo couldn't help asking.

Feng Aotian stood on the spot, looking at him, "Master can spoil your temper, but can't spoil you."

Wei Zimo lowered his eyes, then slowly approached her, and stretched out his hand. He has never sighed like this before, "What do you want to do?"

Feng Aotian looked at his obedient appearance and became more and more affectionate. She turned her eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, "What about you?"

Xing Wuyun raised his eyebrows and stretched out his hand indifferently.

Feng Aotian raised his hands, pointed them at both of them at the same time, and slapped them down fiercely, only to hear two clear applauses, "pop!" resounded across the sky.

Wufeng stood aside and watched the show. When he saw Feng Aotian like this, those two slaps were really not light. Not only would their hands be swollen with this slap, but they would also hurt themselves. and.

Wei Zimo felt a burning pain in his palm. He raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, obviously a little surprised. For the first time, someone dared to hit his palm.

Xing Wuyun's palm is still lying flat. Although it hurts, her heart is warm. When she slapped her second slap, Xing Wuyun quickly shook her hand, "Are you making me feel bad?" /

Feng Aotian said solemnly, "Let go!"

Xing Wuyun held on to him, "I will fight myself."

Feng Aotian has no expression on his face, his eyes are serious, and the whole body exudes a solemn air, he lowers his voice again, "Let go!"

Seeing her like this, Xing Wuyun felt more painful in his heart. What he was doing, he really did not live, he said helplessly, Feng Aotian looked sideways, and looked at Wei Zimo blankly. Holding her.

She then raised her hand, and struck down again firmly, one after another, very loud, and after ten full blows, she gave up, her palm was swollen, and her fingers were shaking.

Feng Aotian looked at the two of them, "If this happens again next time, I will kill you alive."

Xing Wuyun got up from the reclining chair, completely ignoring the pain in her palm, but raised her other hand, raised her hand, and looked at the swelling of her palm, his eyes filled with distress, "Bi From this, you should kill the minister."

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "Do you really think that you dare not bite you?"

Xing Wuyun smiled irritably, "Is the emperor biting less?"

Feng Aotian curled his mouth slightly, lowered his head, and looked at his palm, "Master is punishing you."

Xing Wuyun gave a low laugh, raised his hand, and took her into his arms, "The emperor, this is to let the minister know what distress is."

Feng Aotian condensed his cold face, and a small smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "I know that it hurts now?"

Xing Wuyun nodded, "The minister will not be careful in the future."

Feng Aotian wrapped his arms around his waist, "Everything must be adequate."

Wei Zimo stood aside, looked at Feng Aotian, and always raised his hands. He never knew that he really hurts. Every time she hits his hand, it hurts his heart. .

Feng Aotian left Xing Wuyun's arms and looked at Wei Zimo, "Have you been stupid?"

Wei Zimo looked at her and whispered, "It hurts."

Feng Aotian didn't care about the swelling and pain in his hand, holding his swollen palm in his hand, and whispered, "Does it hurt?"

"Yeah." Wei Zimo nodded, feeling distressed.

Feng Aotian turned his eyes, and saw Wufeng had already walked over with the ointment for removing blood stasis and swelling, she took it, applied the ointment on his palm, and blew it gently.

Wei Zimo just froze in place, watching her gentle movements and the pain in his eyes, he took a step forward and took her into his arms, "What should I do with you? Are you trying to make me feel bad?"

Feng Aotian leaned in his arms and smiled lowly, "Lord is shocked."

Wei Zimo just hugged her tightly, so that he felt that his heart would not hurt.

Xing Wuyun stood on one side, looking at Wei Zimo like this, a touch of sadness flashed in his eyes, maybe only he could understand how much pain Wei Zimo felt at this moment.

Wufeng stood on one side, looking at Xing Wuyun, "Brother, do you want medicine on your hand?"

Xing Wuyun took the ointment in his hand, lowered his head, looked at his palm, and smiled at the corner of his mouth, "I'm injured, I can't brush the jars these days."

The corner of Wufeng’s mouth clicked, "My ointment has a miraculous effect on removing blood stasis and swelling. I guarantee that your hands will return to their original shape once tonight is over."

When Wufeng said, Xing Wuyun was already on the medicine. He raised his eyes, looked at Wufeng, gritted his teeth, "You are calculated."

No wind said indifferently, "Senior brother, don't wronged the kindness of the younger brother."

Xing Wuyun smoothly put the ointment into his arms, then raised his eyes and looked at Wei Zimo, "When will you hold it?"

Wei Zimo released it reluctantly, lowered his head, looked at Feng Aotian's hand, took the ointment on her hand, raised her swollen palm, and put the medicine on it.

However, his own palm is now swollen and painful, and he walked forward in a calm manner, keeping a distance from Wei Zimo, and said, "Or, let me take medicine."

"No." As soon as his voice fell, two voices sounded deafening.

Xing Wuyun and Wei Zimo raised their eyes, and their eyes fell on Feng Aotian's body. They held Feng Aotian's hand, bowed their heads, and gave her medicine.

Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, looking at the two people in front of her, and then looking at the windlessly shrugging her shoulders, she couldn't help but laugh.

Although the two of them occasionally compete secretly, but at critical moments, they will still be together.

After the drug strike, Feng Aotian was helped by Xing Wuyun and Wei Zimo to leave the hospital.

Wufeng looked at the three people who left, and a faint light flashed in their indifferent eyes, then turned around and continued to busy with the medicine.

Feng Aotian looked at the two people on the left and right who were carefully supporting her. She was a little funny. She hurt her hand, not her leg. Is it necessary?

The three of them walked slowly to the Emperor's bedroom, and saw Lan Jingshu and others had just finished reviewing the memorial. Seeing that they were helping Feng Aotian to come back, they thought something was wrong with her and hurried forward.

Lan Jingshu asked nervously, "The emperor, what's the matter with you?"

"It's okay." Feng Aotian looked at Lan Jingshu, raised his arm and put it down.

Xing Wuyun quickly helped her again, "How can it be okay, the minister will help you sit down."

"Don't move around." Wei Zimo said coldly.

Lan Jingshu looked at Feng Aotian, then at the expressions of Wei Zimo and Xing Wuyun, and then lowered his head, only to see that Feng Aotian's open palm turned blue and purple.

He hurried forward, holding Feng Aotian's hands in his palms, "My lord, your hands?"

Feng Aotian looked at Lan Jing's book, "It's okay, but it's swollen. The swelling will disappear tomorrow."

Gu Yefeng pushed the wheelchair forward, looked at her palms, and looked at Xing Wuyun and Wei Zimo. From his direction, he could see that the palms of the two were also red and swollen. He seemed to understand. He couldn't help but snorted, then pushed the wheelchair to the side.

Feng Aotian looked at Gu Yefeng, thinking that he must have guessed it. With the support of Xing Wuyun and Wei Zimo, she just sat on the soft couch, and Lan Jingshu sat next to her first and poured the water. , Feed her personally.

Feng Aotian lowered his head, took a sip, then raised his eyes, and saw that Wei Zimo was staring at Lan Jingshu coldly, while Xing Wuyun had already sat down beside her.

She can't help but have a headache. Now she has no strength to hit someone. She looked at Lan Jingshu, "Go and prepare dinner, Lord is hungry."

"Yes." Lan Jing answered, then got up and left.

Gu Yefeng is still sitting in a wheelchair, but he has been staring at her hand, and then he thinks of his butt, which is still aching now.

Wei Zimo always stood by her side and whispered, "I'm going back first."

Feng Aotian knows that he doesn't like being crowded or touching people, so he nodded and said, "Go get ready."

Wei Zimo nodded, and then stepped out of the Imperial Palace.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Gu Yefeng, "Come here?"

Gu Yefeng ignored her, but stared at her, "The emperor is addicted to beating people today."

Feng Aotian replied in a low voice, "Well, but I only bit you..."

Hearing this, Gu Yefeng hurriedly pushed forward in his wheelchair, waited in front of Feng Aotian, and looked at her, "What is the emperor's order?"

Feng Aotian chuckled, "It's just to let you stay closer."

"Chen Zongzhi!" Gu Yefeng's voice was deep and deep, and the sound of teeth grinding was vaguely heard.

Xing Wuyun stood on one side, looking at Feng Aotian, "Did the emperor do anything to him?"

Feng Aotian turned his eyes, looked at him, and said in a low voice, "Naturally, it is to him..."

"The emperor, the minister is thirsty." Gu Yefeng quickly raised his voice to stop.

Xing Wuyun looked at Gu Yefeng so nervous, he knew it must be interesting, he looked at her with a deep smile, "The emperor, the minister, it is better not to know, otherwise, Master Gu will be shy to hit the wall."

Feng Aotian responded with a smile, "Yes."

Gu Yefeng quickly took the cup that she had drunk beside her, lowered her head, and poured it violently.

Yi Mu looked at Gu Yefeng's panicked look, and then at the smile hidden in Feng Aotian's eyes. There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and a light of relief flashed in his eyes.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Yi Mu, "Although his body is better, I still need to rest more."

"Yes." Yi Mu nodded, then stepped back to one side.

Lan Jingshu came in and saw the strange atmosphere in the hall. He stepped forward and sat beside Feng Aotian, "The emperor, dinner is ready."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, then got up, and a group of people walked to the table and took their seats.

Lan Jingshu stood by Feng Aotian's side, arranging vegetables for her, while Xing Wuyun took the vegetables and fed her personally.

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and watched Xing Wuyun take such initiative. He couldn't help but jokingly said, "Are you going to let the Lord feed you?"

Xing Wuyun was startled slightly and smiled openly, "The emperor really understands the minister."

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, then opened his mouth, and bit the vegetable in his hand into his mouth, chewing slowly.

Lan Jingshu looked at Feng Aotian, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, quietly putting the vegetables in her bowl.

Even though Feng Aotian's hands are red and swollen, because of her character, she holds the chopsticks and uses it herself.

A small figure ran in, watching them have started to eat, and hurried over, "Holy Lord, why didn't you wait for the meteor?"

Feng Aotian looked sideways, watching him holding a water bag, and then asked, "What did you do?"

"Go to find the holy spring." Meteor said, turned around, poured a bowl of water from the water bag, and then gave it to the dog.

The dog raised his eyes and looked at the shooting star with sweating, and his cheeks were flushed, panting for breath, looking at it, looking down at it, looking at the spring water in the bowl, his eyes lit up, and then stretched out Tongue out, licking quickly.

Meteor raised his sleeves, wiped the sweat from his forehead, then turned around, made a light leap, and sat on the table, quickly scooping up a bowl of soup, and slurped it.

Xing Wuyun watched Meteor really go looking for the holy spring, and couldn't help but sigh. This little devil's stand was so firm at the beginning. He didn't expect it to be so easy, so Wu Feng took it down.

Wei Zimo returned to the Palace of Floating Dreams alone, sitting on the soft couch somewhat desperately. What appeared in her mind was the picture of her hitting his palm one after another, and the words she had said. Eyes made her heart tremble uncontrollably.

He raised his eyes and looked at the sky outside the palace, but there was a trace of sadness in his heart that he had never felt before. He whispered, "Bring the wine."

Listening to the wind in a low voice, "Hou Ye, don't you eat dinner first?"

Wei Zimo waved his hand, "I want to meet quietly."

"Yes." Listening to the wind, he hurried to prepare the wine.

After a while, Listening to the rain, he walked in with the wine and vegetables, prepared himself, and retired.

Wei Zimo slowly got up, sat down at the table, poured a glass of wine, raised his head and drank it, his expression looked very lonely.

Xicheng, Xue Ke received the news from Feng Aotian and asked her to rush to Xuanmo Kingdom first and wait for her in the Furong Pavilion.

Jin Yao was a little worried about her, and she couldn't get out of her body. He could only let the dark guard look at her secretly, and couldn't make her feel fetal.

Leng Qianye and Mu Hanyao have been at the border for the past few days, re-arming, and they have been busy for ten days before they have a moment of rest.

"Which step will the emperor take next?" Leng Qianye asked while looking at the maps of other countries, raising his eyes and looking at Mu Hanyao.

"It should be Nan Huiguo." Mu Hanyao looked at the map in front of him and said, pointing to Nan Huiguo.

"However, when Nan Huiguo now has Le Qiguo secretly assisting, and Nan Yu has many good soldiers in his hands, he should have been prepared." Leng Qianye lowered his head and looked at Nan Huiguo, and then said, "If you really want to attack , Where should I start?"

"The emperor should go to Xuanmo Country these few days, and I don't know what changes there." Mu Hanyao said worriedly.

Leng Qianye is also thinking about it, but now, he needs something to pass the time, otherwise, he will think about it.

He raised his eyes and looked at Mu Hanyao, "After Qiguo was destroyed, other countries are now secretly connected, I am afraid it will be difficult to break through one by one."

Mu Hanyao knew that Leng Qianye didn't know how to answer his question, and then he calmed his mind and discussed it with him.

"You are right. Now, Bei Liguo wants to marry Wuyueguo and take the opportunity to annex Wuyueguo. Returning to the south is a subject of Leqiguo. If you move, you must find a breakthrough point. Yes." Mu Hanyao replied in a low voice following Leng Qianye's question.

"Nowadays, the situation in various countries is unclear, and they are all in a wait-and-see state. The three powers cannot be shaken. If other dependent countries are now entangled, it will be even more difficult to break through." Leng Qianye is now The most worrying is this.

Mu Hanyao nodded and said, "What you and I think of, the emperor must also think of it. We are only looking at strategic deployment, and the emperor should be looking at the overall situation. You and I can now discuss it first. If you really send troops, How we should fight, everything has to wait for the emperor to issue orders."

Leng Qianye nodded, agreeing with Mu Hanyao's statement, "Then you and I will look at them one by one."

"Okay." Mu Hanyao nodded, and the two gathered around and began to discuss.

Jin Yao stood outside Qicheng and watched Xue Ke leave in a carriage. A gleam of light flashed in her eyes. After this time, she didn’t know when she would see each other. She always felt that there was something important. occur.

Feng Aotian stopped having dinner, Lan Jingshu, Gu Yefeng, and Yi Mu withdrew.

Xing Wuyun and her were left in the hall.

Meteor stopped eating dinner, raised his eyes, and saw that the spirit dog had finished drinking the holy spring, and his spirit was much better. He took the **** dog to the courtyard.

Xing Wuyun took Feng Aotian's wrist, and the two sat on the soft couch. He looked at her, "Does the emperor know the current thoughts of the minister?"

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Why do you know you are so careful."

Xing Wuyun flattened her hands and watched the palms gradually dissipate some bruises. He stuck his cheeks distressedly and closed his eyes slightly. "The emperor can't punish the ministers in this way in the future, otherwise, the ministers It will hurt to death."

Feng Aotian looked at Xing Wuyun, thinking about that day when he saw him in the courtyard, who was dying, and when he saw her, he didn't feel uncomfortable. He just smiled quietly, but now, because of her Hand, said such a distressed words.

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I’ve been sad for too long, let’s have some joy, O(∩_∩)O~, yesterday’s second update will be added, okay, dear people......