This Lord is Too Cruel: 218 Xing Wuyun knows her identity

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Feng Aotian leaned forward, facing his eyes, his face was like a peach blossom in the mist, his eyes were filled with charming mist, his red lips were slightly pursed, his slender neck was slightly raised, and the water drops from his neck. , Crystal clear, very romantic.

She smiled and lifted his chin, her lips raised slightly, and slowly approached him until the flap of lips was about to close, and her other hand tapped on his forehead, "The more and more you are not right."

Xing Wuyun thought she was going to do something to herself, but she didn't expect it, but when she said this, she felt a little disappointed. He quickly turned around, leaned in the tub, bowed his head and said, "The minister has never been right."

Feng Aotian smiled, scooped up water and sprinkled it on his shoulders, the drops of water slipped off, she whispered, "Are you afraid of touching the wound?"

Xing Wuyun snorted coldly, looking angry, closed his eyes and ignored her.

Feng Aotian sighed helplessly, now life is passing extremely fast, in a blink of an eye, more than 20 days have passed, and her sunflower water is about to come. In this case, how can she be with him?

She is just waiting for the best time, and she doesn't want to just let things go like this, but if today is not stable, how can she announce her identity to the world?

Feng Aotian ran his fingertips across his shoulders, slowly downwards, and pressed his cheeks against his neck, "How come you don't know how anxious you are?"

Xing Wuyun looked sideways, met her eyes, lowered his head, kissed her lips, biting gently.

Feng Aotian took advantage of the situation, his fingertips had slipped into the water, and the water was rippling, when Xing Wuyun was forgotten...

Time passed slowly. I don’t know how long it took. I heard Xing Wuyun let out a low growl, leaned weakly, raised his eyes, looked at her, his eyebrows bend slightly, "Isn’t it the first time the emperor did this?" /

Feng Aotian lowered his head, looked at the muddy clear water, put his hands away, and fished him out of the tub, "That's natural."

Xing Wuyun stepped out of the bath tub, dressed in regular clothes, leaned on one side, and looked at her with a smile, "The emperor, would you like a minister..."

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Master comes by himself."

Xing Wuyun smiled, and then moved closer to her, "It turns out that the emperor likes to do it by himself."

Feng Aotian heard his words, the corners of his mouth twitched again, dragging his uninjured hand out from behind the screen, "Go and lie down."

"What is the emperor going to do?" Xing Wuyun asked in a low voice, looking at the figure that she was about to leave.

Feng Aotian raised his hand that he had put into the bath, "Master, go wash."

Xing Wuyun looked at her leaving figure, remembering her situation, suddenly laughed, then turned around and lay on the dragon couch, but he was very happy.

Feng Aotian turned around and stepped into another screen. Looking at the bath soup that had been prepared before her eyes, she untied the jade buckle belt, took off her clothes, and quickly entered the bath tub.

Xing Wuyun listened to the sound of Xixi Suosuo's water after listening to the screen. He remembered the picture of the talented person again. He couldn't help but feel a little flustered. He suddenly sat up on the dragon couch, stepped barefoot on the carpet, and slowly moved towards the screen. near.

Feng Aotian naturally sensed the aura of Xing Wuyun approaching, and her mouth twitched slightly, "Want to come in?"

"Yeah." Xing Wuyun put his back on the screen, raised his head and looked at the top of the sky, "If so, the emperor is not willing, the minister will stand like this."

Feng Aotian listened to his words, "Then stand like this and wait for the Lord to go out."

Xing Wuyun smiled. He already knew the result, but he still had a chance. He thought she would open the door of his heart and let him in. It turned out that he was too self-conscious.

Feng Aotian got up from the bathtub, and after corset, walked out wearing loose uniforms, raised his eyes, and saw that he closed his eyes with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

She chuckled, stepped forward, and stood in front of him, "What are you thinking about?"

Xing Wuyun looked back and looked at her, "Is it something I didn't do well?"

He didn't use "Chen", but used the word "I". In his heart, he had already given her completely on the day he was rescued by her.

Feng Aotian faced him face to face, wrapped his cheeks on his chest, listened to his faint breathing, and felt the unique breath exuding him, "You are doing well. ."

"But, why do I still feel far away from you?" Xing Wuyun let her hold, his hands hanging weakly on both sides, and asked quietly.

"Isn't my master always by your side?" Feng Aotian rubbed his chest and whispered, "What are you afraid of?"

Xing Wuyun looked down and looked at her, "I'm very afraid of losing you one day."

Feng Aotian's eyes dimmed, leaving his embrace, holding his hand, and walking slowly to the dragon couch, the two immediately sat down, and she stared at him, "Lord asks you, no matter what he changes. What is it like, are you consistent with your father?"

Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and looked at him puzzledly, "Whether you are fat or thin, beautiful or ugly, human or ghost, male or female, I will treat you the same."

Feng Aotian raised his mouth slightly, raised his palm, placed it on his chest, and pressed it gently, "What can I feel?"

Xing Wuyun was startled first, then suddenly raised his eyes and stared at her dumbfounded.

Feng Aotian took his hand down, slowly slid in along her skirt, pressed it again, and she looked at him, "Is it felt so?"

Xing Wuyun was shocked again, got up from the dragon couch and pulled his hand back. He glanced at her incredulously, then turned around and left the emperor's bedroom.

Feng Aotian looked at him, then she wore thin uniforms and she flashed like this, and disappeared. She lowered her eyes, laughed, and then leaned against the dragon couch, looking sideways, looking at Feng Yin. Qi, whispered, "He was scared."

At the beginning, Xing Wuyun always thought that he liked a woman. Later, because she was moved by her, because she was a man, she was running away. Later, he finally faced him calmly, but now he tells him , What he liked turned out to be a veritable woman, this sudden change made him unable to believe.

Xing Wuyun rushed out. At this moment, his brain is blank. Who can tell him, is this true? Or did he have a sweet dream? A blast of cold wind blew and hit him, icy and bitter. He folded his arms, raised his eyes, and looked at Leng Yueqing breeze, standing blankly outside the emperor's bedroom, calming his mind.

He never knew that he was from a man who was not a habit of breaking sleeves, but a real man? However, he didn't even know that the man he always thought was actually a woman? What exactly is going on? He couldn't imagine, letting go of the man's self-esteem, and willingly committed himself to the arms of another man, who turned out to be a woman? Gosh!

Xing Wuyun raised his head and couldn't help screaming. He was in vain for so many years of being famous for being romantic, but he didn't even know whether the person next to him was a male or a female. He couldn't help raising his voice and laughing.

Sixi stood outside the palace, looking at Xing Wuyun who suddenly rushed out of the hall, standing outside the hall, sighing and sighing, then laughing out loud again, a little confused, this son Xing in the end what happened?

Xing Wuyun didn’t know how long he stood, but he felt that his body had become cold. He shuddered suddenly, then suddenly turned around, strode into the emperor’s bedroom, and rushed towards the dragon couch and saw that he was still sitting on the dragon couch. For her, he stepped forward, stood in front of her, pulled her up from the dragon couch, and hurriedly pulled the thin belt around her waist, took off her loose uniform, and saw the chest wrapped around her. He still couldn't believe it. He raised his hands and unfastened it tremblingly. When it became clear, he stepped back and looked at Feng Aotian again. No wonder the first time he held her in his arms, he I feel that she is different from other men. She exudes a unique fragrance. She is obviously a tough body, but she is a bit more charming than a woman. Her chest is softer than a man. The past is vivid. He raised his head and endured. Laughing constantly.

Feng Aotian looked at him, and stood calmly in front of him like this, looking at him, "Lord like this, don't you want it?"

Xing Wuyun looked at her, smiling more and more wanton, the huge palace, his laughter resounded across the sky, while the meteor was hiding in the corner, looking at the picture inside, quickly covering his eyes, lowered his head, and saw The dog stared in a daze, he quickly freed a hand to block the dog’s eyes, "Look at no evil, don’t look at evil."

Xing Wuyun smiled and arched his body until the laughter disappeared and tears flowed from his eyes. Then he slowly stopped. The laughter suddenly stopped. He narrowed his smile, straightened his back, and then stepped forward. Close her uniform and gently hold her in her arms, "If it weren't for my nerves today and forcing you, would you plan to not tell me for the rest of your life? Do you plan to not touch me for the rest of your life?"

Feng Aotian knew that he had finally recovered his calm, she leaned in his arms, and there was no barrier between each other, so listening to each other's heartbeats, his heartbeats were beating extremely fast, as if to burn her .

"Fool, I just wanted to tell you in some time, but I didn't find a good time." Feng Aotian let him hug him tightly and said softly.

Xing Wuyun listened to her voice. In the past, Feng Aotian's tone was low and low, mixed with the inherent low-mellowness of men, but now, she uses the soft voice of a woman, revealing tact , So that his heart could not help but tremble, he should be thankful, is he like a woman?

Xing Wuyun lowered his head and looked at her, "You know, how long I struggled in my heart because I fell in love with a man? You tell me now that you are not... You know, how shocked I am?"

"Then do you remember what Shicai promised me?" Feng Aotian looked at him. Now, she didn't call herself "Master", but used the word "I" instead.

Xing Wuyun twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled happily, "I will never leave you in this life."

He raised his hand and put down the straps between her hair, and the ink-like blue silk was scattered. She took away the beauty of the past, and now she seems to be more feminine, Xing Wuyun kept asking For himself, how could he not doubt that she is a woman?

He lowered his head slightly, kissed her delicate lips, gently sucked in, and hugged her horizontally, carefully placed on the dragon couch, bullying him up.

Feng Aotian took advantage of the situation and rolled over, then pressed him in his arms, lowered his head, and looked at him, "No matter what identity he is, he must be on top."

Xing Wuyun raised his eyebrows and looked at her, "Then, tonight..."

Feng Aotian raised his hand and pinched his Ying Ting's nose, "It won't happen tonight, I will come to Kuishui in a few days. It's not easy to have sex."

Xing Wuyun showed a look of expectation. When he heard Feng Aotian’s words, he was disappointed. He raised his eyes, looked at her, and suddenly remembered something, "Then, last time, when you married Wei Zimo , Is it Kushui here?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded.

"Then...Wei Zimo don't know who you are?" Xing Wuyun's eyes lit up, letting her press on himself, he stroked the ink hair on her chest, and asked in a low voice.

"Yeah." Seeing that he was in a great mood, Feng Aotian responded with a smile.

"Then...when does the emperor plan to tell him?" Xing Wuyun meant that, anyway, he would not tell Wei Zimo.

The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, his chin was raised, and his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly. Now, the appearance of a woman is more charming, "You are selfish."

"Yeah." Xing Wuyun nodded, remembering something quickly, and then asked, "Does the cat and Mu Hanjin know the emperor's identity?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian replied lightly.

"Where is no wind?" Xing Wuyun thought about how cunning the wind is, and he is superb medical skills, and he can naturally see it.

"I know." Feng Aotian nodded.

"Besides, then... who else knows?" Xing Wuyun asked quickly, with his brows slightly bent.

"You." Feng Aotian stroked his lips with his fingertips and said in a low voice.

Xing Wuyun immediately opened his eyebrows and smiled, "When will the emperor follow the minister..."

Feng Aotian's phoenix eyes turned slightly and looked at him, "Aren't you curious why the master would dress up as a man?"

"For the minister, the minister only cares about the current emperor and the future emperor. If you don't want to mention the previous things, why do you need to ask more?" Xing Wuyun encircled her slender waist and found out. It was indeed softer than an ordinary man, and he was annoyed again, how could he not find it early?

Feng Aotian naturally saw the emotions in his eyes clearly, and then lowered his head against his forehead, "Are you not going to rest tonight?"

"Insomnia." Xing Wuyun said to himself, knowing her true identity, he is very excited now, it is strange to fall asleep.

At this moment, Meteor has dragged the dog to leave the Emperor’s bedroom, sitting on the steps, raising his eyes, looking at the starry sky, patting his chest, turning his head, looking at the dog, "it’s necessary to Forgot."

The dog nodded, it was anxious to forget.

Xing Wuyun embraced Feng Aotian, raised his eyes and looked at the top of the sky. The corner of his mouth couldn't help but smile, "The emperor, did Mr. Cat know your identity early in the morning?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "What are you smirking?"

Xing Wuyun didn't know why. He felt that his heart was much wider now. When he thought that she was a woman in his arms, he felt that the depressed stone in his heart fell instantly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't be concealed.

"Happy." Xing Wuyun said two words with a smile.

Feng Aotian raised his hand and twisted his waist, "If you really are a man, are you so happy?"

Xing Wuyun looked down, looked at her, and answered truthfully, "No."

Feng Aotian snorted coldly. If she were a man, she wouldn't like men either. She looked sideways and saw a little frivolous frivolousness between his eyebrows, as if she had seen him for the first time.

She suddenly felt that it was right to tell him now, and seeing him so happy made her heart happy.

Xing Wuyun suddenly stopped smiling, and then asked, "The emperor, was it the first time you came to Kuishui last time?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded.

"Then your virgin body was broken by Father Cat?" Xing Wuyun asked immediately.

"Yeah." Feng Aotian continued.

Xing Wuyun turned sideways and looked at her, "This time, when you come to Kuishui, the minister will accompany you."

He remembered that Wei Zimo said at the time that on the night of her wedding, she saw her fragile side, and for the next few days, she was also ill in bed. He knew how much the woman suffered after coming to Kuishui. After all, the original Furong Pavilion was in his hands.

He raised his hand and stroked his lower abdomen, suddenly thinking of something, "If the emperor does not come to Kuishui this month?"

Feng Aotian shook his head and said, "Lord's body was damaged by martial arts since childhood, and his body was cold. Therefore, it is difficult to have fun in sex."

Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and looked at her, "No wonder you take medicine every day in those days."

"Well, it's conditioning. After all, the master came to Kuishui much later than ordinary women." Feng Aotian looked at him, "You know women well?"

Xing Wuyun embraced her carefully, "The minister is only interested in the emperor."

Feng Aotian smiled, "He is naturally happy with you by his side."

Xing Wuyun kissed her smooth forehead lightly, holding her hand, no wonder it was much warmer and smaller than the man's, and the grip was very soft, and he hated himself again. These doubts add up, how can it be Didn't expect it?

That's because, since Feng Aotian was born, everyone knows that she is a man, and her usual behavior is also a man's behavior. I vowed to ask any woman who can have such a powerful means of her?

He was glad that he fell in love with her instead of someone else, and he was more glad that he met her by himself, not someone else.

This night, Feng Aotian leaned against Xing Wuyun's arms and fell asleep peacefully.

And Xing Wuyun is a beautiful woman in his arms, not half sleepy, until dawn, he just stared at her peaceful sleeping face with a smile, feeling like a world away.

He raised his hand and pushed the blue silk away from her forehead. He was completely relieved that he fell in love with women, not men.

He put his chin on top of her head, raised his eyes, and felt that everything around him was beautiful.

Feng Aotian woke up quietly, raised her eyes, and met his smiling face, her eyes sank, "Really sleepless all night?"

"Looking at the emperor, the minister will be content." Xing Wuyun said affectionately.

Feng Aotian got up from his arms and whispered, "Greasy mouth and tongue."

Xing Wuyun hugged her quickly, "The emperor, it's still early, let's rest."

Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at him, "Ye Feng is still in Xia Luoyan's hands, and the book is still in the hands of Xia Luoyan. Can the Lord still sleep?"

"Aren't everything under the control of the emperor?" Xing Wuyun hugged her, reluctantly, he was afraid that she would leave his arms, as long as he held it like this, he felt at ease, if he left, he would I feel that my whole heart is empty.

Feng Aotian sat up straight, pushed him away, and took off his uniform, revealing his smooth skin. Xing Wuyun looked at him, his eyes straightened, "The emperor, are you seducing the minister?"

Feng Aotian looked sideways, watching him look like a wolf and a tiger, and smiled evilly, "I want to tie my chest."

Xing Wuyun sighed quietly, then lay down, putting the brocade quilt on his head, "The minister will take a break."

"Okay." Feng Aotian laughed in a low voice, tied himself up, got off the dragon bed, put on his shirt, and saw Xing Wuyun coming down from the dragon bed and looking at her.

"What's wrong?" Feng Aotian saw him staring straight at her.

"In the future, this kind of thing will let the minister come." Xing Wuyun said, holding her hand, pressing her in front of the dressing table, and stepping out.

After a while, I saw him come in with a golden basin, put it in one place, and looked at her, "Submit and wash up on the emperor."

Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, looking at him with a serious appearance, couldn't help but smile, and got up, letting him serve carefully.

After washing, Xing Wuyun personally tied her hair and put it on. After everything was in order, he went to wash herself.

Feng Aotian stood by his side, tilted his head and looked at him, "Have you never seen you be this way?"

Xing Wuyun raised his eyes, looked at her, and said with a smile, “Now it’s different from the past. In the past, if you didn’t know your identity, the minister tried to be your pet. But now, knowing your identity, the minister naturally wants Do what a man should do. Anything, the minister must stand in front of you."

Feng Aotian ticked the corner of his mouth, "Don't forget that Lord is the emperor of a country."

"So what?" Xing Wuyun looked at her, his mouth twitched, "Chen is your man, how can you hide behind a woman?"

"Isn't it bad for you to be pampered by the Lord?" Feng Aotian looked at him, feeling that his thoughts were changing really fast.

Xing Wuyun looked at her, "Doting on each other."

Feng Aotian knows what he cares about, not that she really is a woman, but that he always feels that she does not treat him like father-in-law and Mu Hanjin, and treats each other sincerely, so he will only There was fear, but yesterday, there was no gap between him and her, he was no longer afraid.

After the two were properly dressed, they saw Wei Zimo walk in.

Xing Wuyun glanced at Wei Zimo with a deep smile, then took Feng Aotian's hand and sat at the table.

Wei Zimo sat on the soft couch by the side, watching Xing Wuyun smile very proudly, and the whole figure seemed to have been baptized once, without any worries.

Xing Wuyun personally prepared the dishes for Feng Ao Tian, ​​and carefully served the soup, and did not forget to blew it gently, raised his eyes, and looked at Wei Zimo, "But come for a meal?"

"No, I have used it." Wei Zimo looked at him and said lightly.

"Then you can wait." Xing Wuyun scooped up the soup and carefully fed Feng Aotian.

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, looking at his cautious appearance, he was obviously a little uncomfortable, "Master alone."

Xing Wuyun's eyes sank, "The minister feeds the emperor."

Feng Aotian's eyes turned slightly, then he opened his mouth and drank the soup.

Xing Wuyun put down the soup bowl, then picked up the vegetables, and fed her personally.

Wei Zimo sat aside, watching him so attentively, and said coldly, "The emperor has a hand, wouldn't he eat his own meal?"

Xing Wuyun listened to Wei Zimo's cool voice, raised his eyes, and looked at Feng Aotian with a grin, "The emperor, are you satisfied with the service?"

Feng Aotian blinked his eyes, turned around, and looked at Wei Zimo, "Did you really eat breakfast?"

"I haven't used it before. Now I see this scene, and I can't eat it." Wei Zimo said, and got up, staring at Xing Wuyun with cold eyes.

Xing Wuyun disagreed, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and thoughtfully serving Feng Aotian for breakfast.

Feng Aotian knew that Xing Wuyun was deliberately angering Wei Zimo, but she didn't want to make Wei Zimo unhappy early in the morning. If he was not happy, I am afraid that all three of them would be unhappy.

She waved her hand, "Master is full."

"Emperor, eat more. Your body is important. Last night, the minister almost made you catch a cold." Xing Wuyun's peach blossom eyes glowed with charming light, meaning something.

Wei Zimo heard a different taste. Whatever can catch a cold is of course that kind of thing. He suddenly got up, "It seems that I am not here at the right time."

While speaking, he walked out quickly.

Feng Aotian hurriedly got up, and stopped in front of him a few steps, "Master accompany you for breakfast."

Wei Zimo raised his hand, held her hand, and walked out.

And Xing Wuyun did not stop him. Instead, watching Wei Zimo walk out angrily, he was in a very good mood and put the food Feng Aotian had used in his own mouth with relish. He was eating and humming a little song along the way, obviously looking like a villain.

Meteor walked in with his head tilted, looked at Xing Wuyun's appearance, snorted disdainfully, and then sat opposite him, "This is your nature, right."

"I just want to protect me." Xing Wuyun said slowly.

"What about before then?" Meteor asked, looking up at him.

"My heart for her has never changed. No matter what she becomes, it's just that the identity is different, and what I need to do is different. As a man, how can I let my own woman stand in the way? What about the front?" Xing Wuyun raised his eyebrows and said in a low voice. Obviously, the wall has ears, and he is not willing to let others listen.

Meteor's mouth curled, looking at him, "However, the Holy Lord is different from other women."

"Naturally, I know this. It is because of the difference that I have to protect him better. In the past, I thought he was a man, so I was willing to be the weaker side, but now, now that I know her identity , How can you hide behind her?" Xing Wuyun had already stopped breakfast, put down the dishes, and looked at the meteor and said.

Meteor snorted coldly, naturally knowing that Xing Wuyun’s mind, but the Holy Lord wanted to protect them, he understood even more that Xing Wuyun had already let go of too much in order to love the Holy Lord, including his being a man. Dignity, but, now that he knows the identity of the Holy Lord, he will definitely take the responsibility of becoming a man. This is the real him.

Xing Wuyun is still so unrestrained and unrestrained, but his brows and eyes have regained the arrogance of the past. It's not like he is reborn in those days of lowness.

Feng Aotian was led by Wei Zimo and returned to the Floating Dream Palace without a word. Hearing the wind and rain, he greeted him quickly.

"Prepare breakfast." Wei Zimo said coldly, and the two entered the hall.

With a strong push, he pushed Feng Aotian onto the soft couch. He leaned forward and stared at her coldly, "What did you do with Xing Wuyun last night?"

Feng Aotian's eyes sank, and he looked at him, "Whoever patronizes him, do you still have to ask you for advice?"

Wei Zimo's cold eyes condensed slightly, slowly got up, sneered, and then left.

The body suddenly fell backwards, and then hit Feng Aotian's arms. She lowered her head and looked at him, "Do you want him to do something to you?"

Wei Zimo leaned in her arms, "I know Xing Wuyun too much. If he hadn't happened to you, he wouldn't be so proud in my presence."

Feng Aotian knew that he was jealous, she couldn't help laughing, and then said, "So you are angry with this?"

"Well." Wei Zimo nodded, "You can't treat me and him favorably. What he can give you, and I can give you the same. My heart for you is no less than him."

Feng Aotian's eyes lightly turned, "Are you angry that Xing Wuyun has treated him well? Or are you angry that he is too kind to him?"

"The second one." Wei Zimo said flatly.

Feng Aotian smiled, "He is the same to you and him, he will not be partial."

"What about the others?" Wei Zimo raised his eyes, looked at her, and couldn't help asking.

"It's all the same." Feng Aotian hugged him, "After the world is unified, I will let you all stay by your side and stay with you."

Wei Zimo listened quietly. However, thinking of Xing Wuyun's vile face, he couldn't help being angry, and then asked, "You were serious with him last night...?"

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Lord will never forget to promise your bridal chamber flower night."

Wei Zimo nodded and said, "Just remember."

"Okay, let's have breakfast." Feng Aotian couldn't help but feel a headache when he saw that he was relieved. If in the future, they are so tempestuous, what's the matter?

Wei Zimo let Feng Aotian lead him, and the two of them sat down, he poured the soup, then scooped a spoon, and handed it to Feng Aotian.

Feng Aotian was already full, but seeing the gloom that flashed in his eyes inevitably hurt his heart, so he could only bite the bullet and take a sip.

Wei Zimo's eyebrows relaxed, and then he took another spoonful and drank himself.

Feng Aotian breathed a sigh of relief and smiled as he watched him eating.

Before Wei Zimo stopped eating, he saw Xing Wuyun walked in refreshedly, sitting beside Feng Aotian, holding her waist affectionately, "My lord, you are now You don’t have to go to the morning court, right?"

Feng Aotian nodded and said, "Of course I want to go."

"But, Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng?" Xing Wuyun looked at Feng Aotian and couldn't help asking. Although he was happy and knew Feng Aotian's identity, he still worried about the two of them. Although, all of this They were all in Feng Aotian's plan, but when Lan Jingshu's whereabouts were not found, his heart was still not stable.

Wei Zimo stopped breakfast, raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, "I went to the restaurant."

Feng Aotian got up, took his hand, and stuffed a note into his hand, "Go."

"Yeah." Wei Zimo nodded, then got up and left.

He raised his eyes without looking at Xing Wuyun. Obviously, he hadn't calmed down what Xing Wuyun deliberately angered him this morning. Could it be that Feng Aotian calmed down the anger in his heart early? It's strange to sit here. Early in the morning, he was chased and beaten by Wei Zimo.

Xing Wuyun naturally knew that with Feng Aotian, Wei Zimo would naturally not find him to fight, but his temperament would be difficult to dissipate in a short time.

After Wei Zimo left, Feng Aotian and Xing Wuyun walked slowly to Xingyun Palace.

The two entered the hall, Feng Aotian raised her eyes and looked at the place where one side passed the secret road, her eyes were dim.

Xing Wuyun stepped forward and took her into his arms behind him, "Thinking about Yi Mu?"

"Hmm." Feng Aotian nodded, "You know?"

"I still use this palace." Xing Wuyun whispered, "It's just this secret road?"

"Keep it, after all, it's a wonderful workmanship. In the future, it may still be used." Feng Aotian said lightly.

"Okay." Xing Wuyun nodded.

At this time, the soul fell on Feng Aotian's side and reported in a low voice, "Master, General Leng has breached the fourth city, and Lin Yun was beheaded on the spot."

Feng Aotian responded slightly, "Where is Hanyao?"

"General Mu is still attacking the fourth city today. There will be good news tonight. A Jiu has already captured the fifth city." The soul then replied.

"Well, if this is the case, within a month, he will die when he returns to China." Feng Aotian's eyes sank, and a cold light shattered.

The soul continued, "Master, Xia Luoyan is taking Gu Yefeng with him, and will leave tonight."

"My lord wants her to come back." Feng Aotian snorted coldly, and then said.

Xing Wuyun looked at her, "Does the emperor know who Xia Luoyan is?"

"Well." Feng Aotian nodded, "Are you worried that he will save Xia Luoyan?"

"Yeah." Xing Wuyun nodded, "After all, if Xia Luoyan is dead, then Bei Liguo will not be watching."

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

"Yes." Xing Wuyun looked at her, "The minister will not let her leave Fengqi country alive."

Feng Aotian turned around, put his head around his waist, and looked at him slightly, "If Gong Yimin comes to the rescue, you will let her go."

"No, let the tiger go back to the mountain, the future will be endless." Xing Wuyun's peachy eyes are not temptation like the past, but full of bloodthirsty brutality. He doesn't like to kill, but for her, he is willing to have his hands covered Blood.

Feng Aotian raised his hand, smoothed the folds between his eyebrows, and said in a low voice, "Master knows what you want to do, but Master wants you to stay peacefully by his side."

At this moment, Po's figure fell, and quickly bowed his head to stand beside her, and reported in a deep voice, "Master, found the whereabouts of Concubine Lan."

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