This Lord is Too Cruel: 236 Twisted melon is the sweetest

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Feng Aotian raised his eyes to look at Wufeng, and saw that his eyes were still so indifferent, but there was an unnoticeable black mist under his eyes. Obviously, he was angry.

"It's just a skin injury." Feng Aotian gave a light cough and said flatly.

No wind turned his eyes to Leng Qianye, "General Leng should wait outside for a while."

Leng Qianye's tone towards Wufeng was very plain, without any emotions, but with his instinct, he could hear the unpleasantness in that tone.

He wanted to stay, but seeing Feng Aotian smile at him, he left the inner hall and stood in the hall.

With the curtain down, Meteor has already retreated out of the situation.

He then sat down, opened the medicine box, raised his hand, and untied her coat. Fortunately, he tied her chest, and it didn't hurt to it. As if he hadn't seen it, he calmly took out the secret The ointment, then looked at the wound.

Feng Aotian looked at the windless, and then thought of Leng Qianye. According to normal people's thinking, didn't they all undress like this? Why does Chiba have to roll it up from below?

No wind saw her frowning slightly, with a thoughtful appearance, and said lightly, "Does it hurt?"

Feng Aotian shook his head slightly, "This little injury can eliminate his demons, it's worth it."

No wind is not stupid. I can naturally hear the meaning of some words and look up at her, "The emperor is really romantic and passionate. He smiles for the Pomeranian and does not hesitate to abuse himself."

Feng Ao Tian is lying flat, with his hands propped on the back of his head, looking sideways at the windless, if there is nothing indifferent between his eyebrows and eyes, that finger is carefully and gently applying medicine to her.

She smiled lightly, "Why didn't your father see you smiling?"

No wind let out a cold snort, and didn't look up at her, "The emperor wants to show me masochism too?"

Feng Aotian shook his head and said, "Neither."

"How does the emperor want to make me laugh?" Wufeng raised his hand to gently close her jacket, and then looked down, fingertips across her waistband, and he wanted to go down fade.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Hey, is there no other way to apply medicine?"

"The trousers are taken off or torn, it's the same, why bother to tear them?" Wufeng said lightly.

Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, "Can't it be rolled up?"

"You have two whips on your thigh. Can you roll it above your thigh? What's the difference between taking it off?" Wufeng still said calmly, and he raised his eyes unhurriedly, "Does the emperor like it?" Others take off for the emperor? If so, then I will let the beauty from outside come in."

When Feng Aotian saw that he was about to get up, he quickly held down his hand, "Then you should come."

A faint smile flashed through the windless eyes, and the surface was still calm and calm. He sat down slowly, untied the strap, and then took off. The skin wrapped in the trousers was very graceful, his fingertips Picked up some ointment and rubbed the injured area on her thigh.

Feng Aotian looked at Wufeng amusedly, thinking that although she is not a stunner, she is also skin-songxue. She is well-proportioned. Seeing such a beautiful face, he still sits on his feet and can still be so calm. Give her medicine?

Wufeng looked at her knees and the welt marks on her calves. He raised his eyes and looked at her, "The emperor is really cruel to himself."

Feng Aotian suddenly sat up, leaned forward, raised his chin, slowly approached, and stared at him, "Does it hurt?"

The corner of Wufeng's mouth raised slightly, Yun Danfeng gently retracted his eyes, continued to give her medicine, and whispered, "I will not feel sorry for a person who does not cherish his own body."

Feng Aotian put her hands around her chest, and then leaned back, is she not attractive to him?

After stopping the drug when there was no wind, she then got up, took out a clean shirt from one side and put it in front of her, "No water is allowed for two days."

"Okay." Feng Aotian did not take the clothes, but lay upright like an uncle, looking at her, "put it on for him."

Wufeng raised his eyes and looked at her. Now he is standing, looking at her condescendingly, and slowly leaning over, "Isn't the emperor afraid that I might want something wrong?"

"Then I can just do whatever I want." Feng Aotian answered, raising an eyebrow.

Windless, curled his lips and smiled. He moved slowly, unfolding his clothes in an orderly manner, putting them on for her one by one, and then slowly got up, "The emperor, rest, I will come again after dinner. "

Feng Aotian was about to respond, when he saw Wufeng turn around and said, "With Mu Hanjin here, I won't be able to use it. This is an ointment. Rub it three times a day. The emperor told him it was."

He said that he put the ointment on one side, then turned and walked out.

Feng Aotian looked at the figure he was leaving, and looked at the sky with his forehead. He suddenly felt that he was insulting himself today. People who are on the pole are not rare. It seems that she should be better.

When no wind stepped out of the inner hall, he saw Leng Qianye waiting anxiously. His beautiful and dusty face was covered with a touch of sadness. Seeing no wind coming out, he whispered, "The emperor just said he had a headache. Up?"

Wufeng raised his eyes to look at Leng Qianye. The man in front of him had a natural isolation gas, but his eyes had the wind of a general's decision to kill, which mixed the two temperaments. People who are together are really rare, and there is no sense of disobedience when anyone looks at it.

He replied lightly, "It's all right, the wound has been treated, so I can rest for two days with peace of mind."

"Thanks a lot." Leng Qianye said, and stepped into the inner hall.

Wufeng turned slightly to his side and saw him hurried in. When the door curtain fell, he blocked his figure, and a small smile appeared at the corner of Wufeng's mouth, and then slowly stepped out of the Imperial Palace.

Meteor hurriedly followed the windless side, looking up at him, "Why are you giving this beautiful job to Mu Hanjin?"

No wind looked straight ahead and spoke calmly, "It's just medicine, anyone can do it, why is it me?"

"I really don't know if you are really confused or pretending to be confused." Meteor looked like he hated iron but steel.

Windless looked up at the blue sky. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his footsteps were much lighter than before.

Leng Qianye entered the inner hall, and saw Feng Aotian lying on the dragon couch, with a new dress on his body. He hurried forward, walked in front of her, and asked in a low voice, "The Emperor ……"

Feng Aotian held his hand and gently hugged him in his arms, "Don't worry, it's just a skin injury. It will be fine in a few days."

Leng Qianye nodded and then leaned in her arms. Now, as long as she can be by her side, everything is not important. The pains of the past, the knots deeply buried in my heart, are now He also completely untied, he raised his eyes to look at her, and held her hand tightly.

Mu Hanjin, Mu Hanyao and Mrs. Mu returned to the palace after dinner.

Feng Aotian's injury was like a bolt from the blue sky, hitting everyone's heart, and a crowd of people sat around her with worry on their faces.

Feng Aotian feels that this bitter trick is used extremely well, and now that beautiful men are around, it is really very useful.

Mu Hanjin also knows the whole story. They have experienced it before, so why haven't they hated her in their hearts? Everyone has a different temperament, so there are different ways to choose to let go of what happened in the past.

She was able to take into account Leng Qianye’s thoughts. He knew that she had taken care of them. This kind of her made him even more difficult to give up. When he thought of a few days, he would drink Wang Qingshui. His The heart was throbbing, he didn't want to forget her, he didn't dare to imagine, if he had forgotten her, what is the meaning of this person's life?

Mu Hanyao's complexion darkened, he was not qualified to blame Leng Qianye, because he did not suffer Leng Qianye's pain, but he understood Leng Qianye's thoughts.

Feng Aotian felt that this was the treatment that the emperor should enjoy. She lied on the soft couch, scanned their expressions, and suddenly thought, "Why don't you stay with you tonight." /

The four people in front of them looked startled, and quickly cast their eyes down, whispering, "Yes."

Feng Aotian smiled, and glanced at the dragon couch sideways. It is not a problem that it can accommodate ten people. She then lifted Mu Hanjin's chin, pecked, and raised her hand to lift Lan Jing. With the book in his arms, with a slight movement of his toes, he hooked Mu Hanyao's legs, and looked at Leng Qianye very frivolously.

This kind of atmosphere has never existed before, and the ambiguous atmosphere wafted in the huge palace, which made people start to think about it.

Feng Aotian's beautiful eyes are slightly hooked, his robe is slightly open, his cloud sleeves are floating, and there is an evil smile on the corner of his mouth. After seeing their expressions one by one, they are very happy.

Sure enough, she was shy, she couldn't help but laugh.

The four of them slowly raised their eyes, looking at her gorgeous face, they were even more fanciful.

Feng Aotian suppressed his smile, and then got off the soft couch, "Wash everything for the master, and lie down and wait for the master."

After she said, she stepped out of the Imperial Palace.

The four people looked at her and put down a sentence like this, and left lightly. The four of them looked at each other, only then found out that she had been molested.

The four of them couldn't help but laugh, and Mu Hanjin said, "Did the emperor go to see Wei Zimo?"

"It should be." Lan Jingshu responded warmly.

Mu Hanyao sat on one side and took a deep breath, "The emperor is getting more and more rude."

Leng Qianye's current thoughts are still on the scene where Shi Cai is still in shock, but he sits slowly on the side and says nothing.

Mu Hanyao looked at him sideways, patted his shoulder, "Don't blame yourself, you should be happy."

Leng Qianye turned his eyes to look at Mu Hanyao, got up slowly, stood in the center of the hall, and looked at the hanging Xuan Yue outside, "Yes, I should put it down completely."

Mu Hanjin and Lan Jingshu looked at each other, then got up, ordered Sixi to prepare bath soup, and looked at the other two, "It seems that everyone is going to sleep together tonight."

Mu Hanyao's expression was a little unnatural. He had thought about this situation before, but when it really happened, he felt uncomfortable.

Feng Aotian walked to the Floating Dream Palace, Wei Zimo naturally learned the news of Feng Aotian's injury, and smiled for Bomei, she didn't hesitate to hurt herself? His heart is a mixture of five flavors, and envy, jealousy and hatred are pouring through his heart one by one, and finally only helplessness is left.

Feng Aotian wanted to go in to see if he was good, but, remembering what he promised that day, he could only stand in the distance and look at the bright red figure.

"Why don't you go in?" A calm voice sounded, breaking Feng Aotian's thoughts.

She turned her eyes to look at the windless and cold wind in the snow-white clothes next to her, and the corner of her mouth twitched, "Since I promised him, I won't go back."

Windless looked at her sideways, "Seeing that your dormitory is so lively, you should go to my medicine."

Feng Aotian turned his eyes to look at him, "Would you like to join in the fun?"

Wufeng raised his eyes and looked into the distance, and said in a low voice, "Don't go."

The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth curled, and he took his hand and flew away from the Floating Dream Palace.

Wufeng looked down at the hands held by the two of them, the corner of his mouth was slightly hooked, and calmly followed her to the courtyard.

"Duke Jiu is not here for a few days?" Feng Aotian walked into the house and asked.

"Yeah." Wufeng nodded, then let go of Feng Aotian's hand, and went and took the ointment.

Feng Aotian lay down immediately, and then began to undress and undress, sitting on one side without wind, raising his hand to untie her.

Feng Aotian put down her hand and looked at him amusedly. Although it is not the face of the allure, she has a unique taste. Her phoenix eyes turned slightly, and she suddenly raised her hand, holding his hand. He rolled over and pressed him under him.

The coat faded, the ribbon on the chest seemed to slip off, and the snow-white neck slid in a graceful curve. She lowered her head slightly and looked at him, "The charm of the Lord is not great?"

Wufeng stared at her in a daze, the face close at hand, and the breath that was ready to come out, made his mind shake. When he saw that he was silent, Feng Aotian wanted to let go, but his hands were pulled by him. When he turned over, she fell on the bed, her clothes scattered, like fat, faint pink.

He lowered his head and kissed her lips, gently sucking, all the forbearance and explosions were put into this kiss.

Feng Aotian's eyes moved slightly, thinking that he was still attractive, and then tore his white snow brocade robe with both hands, but was stopped by no wind, he quickly got up, panted, and looked sideways. She, "Do you want me?"

Feng Aotian supported the bed with one hand, and held his shirt with one hand, "Can't it?"

"After two days, your Kui Shui will come, so it is not suitable for sex." Wu Feng found a most legitimate reason and refused Feng Aotian's molesting.

Feng Aotian's eyes lighted, then lay on the bed, "Give me medicine."

No wind responded indifferently, and then took the ointment and applied the medicine to her quietly without a glance.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, and came to a conclusion that this person was very cunning, he wanted to get rid of her clearly, and then refused decisively, making her think.

"Don't think that if you use sunflower water, you won't be able to handle you." Feng Aotian snorted coldly.

No wind, put the ointment away, and slowly followed the clothes, "If the emperor forces it, then I am naturally happy."

Feng Aotian saw him take off his outer robe and untie the thin straps of his shirt. She was about to step forward to stop him. He had half exposed his fragrant shoulders, but let her see that there was actually one on his right shoulder. With a cinnabar mole, her eyes sank, then she stepped forward, tore open his jacket, raised her eyes to look at him, and a complex emotion flashed in her eyes.

Seeing her look, Wufeng couldn't help asking, "What's the matter with the emperor? Are you dissatisfied with my appearance?"

Feng Aotian raised his hand and closed his shirt, "Anyway, your body has already been seen, you are the Lord's person, and you will be long in the future."

Wufeng saw that she left like this, feeling a little puzzled by her sudden change of mood, and quickly raised her hand and grabbed her wrist, "Is it not possible now?"

Feng Aotian turned around to look at him, raised his hand to caress his face, and whispered, "Didn't you say that Kwai Shui is coming, it is not suitable for sex?"

Wufeng saw her look impermanent, and a little panicked. Is it because she did it too obviously and was disgusted by her? He slowly let go of his hand, then turned around suddenly, "Let's go."

When Feng Aotian saw him like this, he knew he was definitely unhappy, and then stepped forward and stood in front of him, "Are you angry?"

Wufeng saw her smiling at the corners of her mouth, and his fingertips crossed his waist, he suddenly took her into his arms, "I did not do well enough."

Feng Aotian hugged him and stroked his back, "You did a great job."

No wind shook his head, and then said, "You don't have me in your heart."

No matter how good it is, it won't help.

Feng Aotian paused slightly, and his eyes sank, "Does the Lord have to do something to you, even if I have you in my heart?"

No wind hugs her tightly and does not want to let go. These days, although he pretends to be innocent, but his inner struggles and pains are not a lot at all. Every time he sees her being so gentle to them, but, alone To him alone...

He knew that all of this was forced by him, and should not be too greedy, but once he was thirsty, he wanted more. He wanted to control his own heart, but was finally led by the heart. , This is helpless.

"Then you?" No wind let go of her and asked in a low voice.

Feng Aotian pinched his chin, "Let’s rest early."

Wufeng saw that she did not answer directly, but the temperature in his eyes scorched his heart. Even so, he already understood.

Feng Aotian left the courtyard, and the cinnabar on his shoulders appeared in his mind. The crowd looked for him thousands of times, but the man was in the dimly lit place. Coincidentally, she was looking for the last cinnabar mole. It turned out to be him. .

She was thinking and walking forward, but she still came to the Floating Dream Palace unknowingly. She raised her eyes and looked at the palace in front of her, but she was full of emotions in her heart. This is a disaster he must endure. , Is also owed to him.

Feng Aotian returned to the Emperor's Sleeping Hall. The hall was also in harmony, but the haze in her heart was also dissipated. She went forward with a smile, and saw that they had washed properly and were sitting. In one place, something was chatting.

Seeing her come back, the four of them quickly got up and saluted, "The emperor."

Feng Aotian stepped forward and looked at the four of them. With the passage of time, after experiencing these hardships, they can still stay by her side like this. She feels that this is already God's love for her.

She stepped forward, gave each of them a hug, and whispered softly, "Be with you tonight, no one is allowed to go."

"Yes." The four of them could see that Feng Aotian had something on her mind. She was never an emotional person. She used to make them unable to figure out or see through, but today she seems to be deliberate Leaked their emotions and let them see it truly.

Lying on the dragon couch, they weren't actually what they had originally thought. They could hear each other's breathing clearly, so they lay quietly and fell asleep together.

When he woke up the next day, Feng Aotian looked at them beside him, rolled from the dragon bed, and then slid kisses on their cheeks, then got up and got off the dragon bed.

Although the four know that nothing happened last night, they are unavoidably embarrassed when they wake up and look at each other.

Feng Aotian looked at them sideways, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. After washing and dressing properly, he left the inner hall, leaving the four of them silent.

After a few people stopped breakfast, Feng Aotian went to the morning court.

Since the return of the country to the south, Fengqi Kingdom has been attacked without any movement, but the people respect this historical tyrant more and more. Now, the people are looking forward to the triumphant return of the soldiers who killed the enemy outside. , And more importantly, those soldiers have left their hometowns, and now they can return, their relatives at home are also looking forward to it.

The past few days have been very leisurely. There are no vigorous things. Some are just plain lives. Feng Aotian has always been reluctant to let Mu Hanjin return to the Feng Clan to serve the water of forgetfulness. Confident, she was also worried at this moment.

After Leng Qianye went through the events of that day, his mind broadened a lot. He stayed by her side all day. Now he is becoming more clingy. However, this is only for Feng Aotian alone. Outside, he Still that majestic general.

Feng Qianning, who hadn’t seen each other for a long time, suddenly returned to the palace on this day. When she saw the beautiful men surrounded by Feng Aotian, she couldn’t help sighing, they were all named Feng, one is the emperor and the other is the princess. One is full of bags?

In these days, she went to the Xishan barracks from time to time and deliberately approached Fu Han. However, that person's temperament was simply insatiable, but she treated her as a princess without too much affection.

She couldn't help but feel discouraged, raising her eyes to look at Feng Aotian, a faint resentment flashed in her eyes.

Feng Aotian looked at Feng Qianning and smiled lightly, "It looks like things are not going well."

"Yeah." Feng Qianning nodded.

"If the soft one is not good, come the hard one. Depending on your ability, it will naturally be easy to handle." Feng Aotian said casually, and then walked out of the study slowly and sat down. On the soft couch on the side.

In the study, Mu Hanjin and Lan Jing were reviewing the memorial, while Mu Hanyao and Leng Qianye were sitting quietly on one side and reading the book.

Feng Qianning sighed in frustration, "Twisted melons are not sweet."

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked sideways at the four people in the room, "They were not all twisted by the master, they are still sweet."

Feng Qianning turned her eyes slightly, "You are the emperor, but the ministers do not have such blessings."

Feng Aotian gave a low laugh, then approached her and said in a low voice, "Fu Han is a boring gourd. If you are like you, I'm afraid that he won't let him resuscitate for 800 years, so he just cooks rice directly. A mature meal, besides, the younger brother is the first to get on the ground, he who is the elder brother still bears the heart to be unmarried and let his younger brother wait?"

Feng Qianning rolled her eyes round and round, looking at Feng Aotian, "Brother Huang means that if things are done, you will be the masters of the court?"

"That's natural." Feng Aotian opened the lid of the tea and took a sip, "It just so happened that the two brothers were married together. Double happiness came."

Feng Qianning felt that Feng Aotian's idea was very good, she immediately smiled, and retired happily.

Feng Aotian looked at her figure, and a touch of evil charm was evoked at the corner of her mouth. The fat and water did not flow into the field of outsiders. Of course, Fu Han couldn't make them cheaper.

Furthermore, Feng Qianning has been waiting for him for more than ten years, and the person who is thinking about it can't be seen and eaten, so he won't be suffocated.

The four people in the study are naturally sharp-eared people. Although Feng Aotian, a suitable talent, spoke in a low voice, it fell in their ears. However, they pretended to be indifferent, because Feng Aotian said so much. Yes, they were all forced to twist by her, and they twisted so willingly.

It takes at least a month for the brigade to return from the south to Beijing. Therefore, Feng Aotian is also free for some time now. She has been busy for a year, and it is rare to be free.

Kuishui has been here for three days. Compared with the last time, it is much better. It is not as painful as before. Therefore, she will have such a leisurely feeling and stay with them here.

The days were so easy to live. Feng Aotian counted the time. Now it is the first year of the new year, and the eighth day is about to arrive. She is waiting for Wei Zimo.

Xing Wuyun delayed for some time at Wuxiemen, so when he returned, it was already the second year of the junior high school. Even if he returned to the Emperor's Sleeping Hall, Feng Aotian's life was very comfortable these few days.

No wind hasn't stepped out of the courtyard since that day, Feng Aotian will also visit him from time to time, and he still has that faint appearance.

Meteor can see that there is no wind, but the person who needs to tie the bell to untie the bell, he can't help it.

The dog was not in the palace these days, just because he stayed outside for too long before, now he needs to practice well.

Meteor broke his fingers and counted the day when the little white snake came out. After the eighth day of the new year, half a month later, it was the day when the golden scroll was opened and the little white snake went out.

Feng Aotian thought about the opening of the golden scroll, so she could ask about the future, and after the little white snake came out, she could also help her.

Seeing that everything was gathered together, Feng Aotian didn't panic. He had already arranged everything secretly.

When Xing Wuyun came back, he happened to see the picture of Feng Aotian hugging the ground from left to right. He leaned against the golden pillar at the entrance of the hall, and the corner of his mouth ticked, "The emperor is really in good spirits."

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Are you willing to come back?"

Xing Wuyun walked forward slowly and said in a low voice, "If you don't come back, I'm afraid I won't even be able to drink the hot soup."

The corner of Feng Aotian’s mouth twitched. Only he could say such blunt words. He was clearly saying that he was not with him because of Kwai Shui last time. This time, he deliberately had a good life. , Waited for her to come after Kui Shui, only to see that she was surrounded by beautiful men. If he didn't hurry up, he would be taken advantage of by others.

Of course the four people sitting could understand what he meant, and they all looked up at him.

Xing Wuyun sat on the side table with a grin and sighed quietly, "It seems that the emperor does not need to be accompanied by his ministers."

The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, and he watched Mu Hanjin stand up and walk next to him, "Where did you come back from? I can smell vinegar from a distance."

Xing Wuyun raised his eyes to look at Mu Hanjin, "Vinegar Village."

Mu Hanjin knew that he did this for Feng Aotian, and then said warmly, "I think it should be a vinegar pool."

Mu Hanyao and Leng Qianye stepped forward and sat beside him, "I haven't seen you for a long time, your temperament has not changed at all."

"You are not the same." Xing Wuyun looked at Mu Hanyao and said, "How many good drinks tonight?"

"Okay." Mu Hanyao responded readily. After all, there are not many opportunities like this.

Leng Qianye looked at Xing Wuyun and smiled, "I have to get you drunk tonight."

"Haha, it depends on whether you have this ability." Xing Wuyun smiled heartily, but his gaze kept on Feng Aotian's body.

Feng Aotian laughed, then looked at him, "Master, be with you."

Xing Wuyun snorted coldly, obviously not believing it.

Feng Aotian helped her forehead and looked at the sky. When did her character go wrong?

In the Xishan Army Camp, Fu Han hadn't seen the familiar figure for several days, he couldn't help being a little worried, wondering if something happened to her?

After such absent-minded practice, he returned to the camp.

"General Fu, this is your secret letter." A soldier walked in and handed him the secret letter in his hand.

Fu Han took the secret letter. After reading it, his eyes became cold, and he quickly left the barracks and drove his horse westward.

When I walked to a quiet house, it was very cold. Only the housekeeper was guarding at the door of the mansion. After he reported his name, he was led into the house. After passing through the corridor, he saw a quiet house. In the attic, he raised his eyes and looked at the woman sitting by the window in the attic. He hesitated for a moment, then walked forward.

He entered the house, raised his eyes and glanced, respectfully saluting, "The minister sees the princess."

Feng Qianning lay on a soft couch, covered with a white fleece blanket, cold wind blowing in from the window lattice, and the wind chime hanging on one side made a crisp sound. She coughed weakly and raised her eyes. Xiang Fuhan, very sick, looked very weak, "General Fu, are you here?"

"The minister received a secret letter, knowing that the princess's phoenix body is insecure, so the minister came to have a look." Fu Han felt impulsive, and now standing in front of him, it is inevitable that he is a little bit agitated.

A smile flashed through Feng Qianning's eyes, and then he wanted to get down on a soft bed, but when he felt soft, he fell back.

When Fu Han saw this, he hurriedly stepped forward and supported her, but Feng Qianning leaned in his arms.

"Ahem..." Feng Qianning couldn't help coughing a few times when he saw that Fu Han was about to let go.

Seeing her pale and weak, Fu Han couldn’t help making him feel affectionate. He wanted to let go, but was stopped by her coughing. He straightened slightly, "Princess, the wind is strong by the window, Minister Help you back to rest on the couch."

"Yeah." Feng Qianning responded weakly, and then lay on one side.

Fu Han carefully supported her and walked towards the bed slowly. When she reached the bed, Feng Qianning sat down slowly. Fu Han moved back, but Feng Qianning grabbed her wrist. .

Fu Han felt embarrassed and wanted to withdraw quickly, but felt that the strength on his wrist was very powerful. He raised his eyes to Feng Qianning, "Princess?"

Feng Qianning used his strength again, Fu Han followed his strength and fell on the bed, while Feng Qianning quickly tapped his acupuncture points, then took off his sleeves and sat on him Beside him.

"Princess?" Fu Han's breathing became even more rapid when he saw her like this.

Feng Qianning stroked Fu Han's face lightly, her eyes filled with love, she whispered, "Do you really remember me?"

Fu Han was taken aback and looked at her, "You are a princess, the minister will naturally remember."

"It's really an elm-wood head." Feng Qianning sighed quietly, then took off her waist-length skirt.

When Fu Han saw this, he closed his eyes quickly, "Please princess to respect yourself."

Feng Qianning always remembered what Feng Aotian said, the twisted melon was the sweetest, so she bowed her head and actively kissed his lips.

Fu Han felt a warmth on his lips. He opened his eyes suddenly, took a breath, and saw the charming face close at hand. He turned his head quickly, but was caught Qian Ning was restrained, unable to move.

Feng Qianning kissed the corner of his mouth softly, and then showed the knife mark on her waist in front of him. There was also a butterfly birthmark on it. She looked at him, "Do you remember?"

Fu Han looked at Feng Qianning, who was half sitting in front of him, wearing only an azalea-like pink belly. His eyebrows were picturesque and charming. He wanted to close his eyes, but he couldn't help but get stuck in it. , He looked down at the birthmark and knife mark, as if thinking of something, but stared at her in disbelief, "Princess, you..."

Feng Qianning knew that he had already remembered, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and moist eyes, "You finally remember me."

Fu Han's eyes were filled with surprise. He didn't expect that the little girl at the beginning was actually a princess with a golden body in front of him. He looked at him puzzledly, "You really are?"

Feng Qianning didn't give him any chance to think, and the corner of his eyes sealed his lips with tears, and gently painted, as if he wanted to melt all the thoughts of these years in this kiss.

Fu Han's brain was blank, he never expected Feng Qianning to be a little girl.

At this time, Feng Qianning had already removed the armor from him, and then on his shirt, Fu Han felt cold on his body, and quickly looked back at her, "Princess, no."

Feng Qianning paused slightly and looked at him, "Now you and I have a skin-to-kin relationship. In the future, I will not marry anyone except you. If you are unwilling, then I will die immediately. In front of you."

As she said, she quickly pulled out the long sword hanging beside her, slid it gently on her neck, and the blood dripped on his body. Feng Qianning slowly got down on the bed and stood barefoot. On the ground, untie his acupuncture points, "You go."

Fu Han got up slowly, his shirt opened, and Shi Cai’s warm blood dripped on his chest, like a knife stuck deep in his heart, he raised his eyes and looked at her, "Princess , Chen is not worthy of the princess’s love."

Feng Qianning watched him still obsessively, the corner of her mouth twitched, and the corners of her eyes were filled with sadness. The long sword was placed on her neck and she moved back slightly.

Fu Han, seeing her like this, got up quickly and tried to **** the long sword back, but heard her coldly saying, "Don't come over."

Fu Han whispered, "Princess, you must not do this."

"Fu Han, you know, my heart was given to you a long time ago. If you don't want me, then what is the meaning of my life, it's better to die." She said, tears in her eyes, and then Glancing at him, he slid the cold sword across his neck resolutely.

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╮(╯▽╰)╭, Lemon originally wanted to update in the morning, but Ke Su, and Watt found that he was used to updating at night, but it couldn’t be changed.~(>_