Chapter 142: The secret behind the concubine

The moon closes the veil, the smoke curls, and the brilliance spreads on Mu Hanjin’s bloodless and thin face. His colorless lips are slightly open, and his closed eyes slowly open. The gentle eyes are still like this. As elegant as water.
The sight of her made him want to raise his hand and caress, but he couldn't help it. He reluctantly pulled up a smile that was not counted and ugly, and the voice was like a thousand years of sleep. .
"The emperor..." Mu Hanjin finally exhausted his remaining strength and laboriously called out the name that has supported him to persevere all these days.
Feng Aotian’s clear eyes were mixed with coldness that was different from the past, but as clear and bright as the moonlight. Her arms tightened, and she embraced him forcefully into her arms, bowed her head, and imprinted that lightness. Chew on his lips, as if to melt him in his own kiss.
Mu Hanjin has no strength anymore, but at this moment, the only thought he flashed through was that the person in front of her, the unique aura that exudes from her, her domineering kisses, and all of her giving herself He couldn't give up, he didn't dare to extravagantly ask for the next life, because he was afraid that he would never meet her again in the next life, so he could only use all his strength and thoughts desperately to survive, although this was only the first level. It has been so difficult.
Feng Aotian’s slender jade fingers pushed the hair out of his forehead, and soft light hit his smooth forehead, exuding a faint halo. She just stared at his face, thinking about these days, he The hardships of her, there was a faint pain in her heart.
Mu Hanjin stared at her, saying a thousand words, but didn't know where to start, but now, he didn't have the strength to speak.
Feng Aotian raised his hand, covered his heart with his palm, and passed his internal strength to him, and said in a low voice, "If you are not in the day, do you think about him?"
Mu Hanjin smiled lightly, blinking his eyes, how could he not think about it, if he didn't think about it, how could he survive now?
Feng Aotian raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, lowered his head, and dropped a kiss on his forehead as a reward.
Mu Hanjin leaned in her arms with peace of mind. At this moment, he felt that the previous pains were nothing. He opened his lips slightly, and his voice was very weak. He could only hear him when he got close. Said, "The emperor...go...every day... come... OK?"
Feng Aotian listened to the muffled sound like a shabby lock. She lowered her head, her nose pressed against the tip of his, "Okay."
When Mu Hanjin heard the word "good", his bitter heart seemed to be filled with honey and sweetened his heart. He blinked again, moved a little, and turned his face to her lips. Lip.
Feng Aotian hugged him contentedly, feeling his weak breath, but she was very at ease in her heart. Perhaps, when she saw him for the first time, she wanted to let him stay in her forever. By her side, and he is destined to be the one who has approached her heart.
She flew him away and left the hot spring pool. The Qingfeng beside her and the other people still didn't dare to move, so she could only let Feng Aotian take him away.
A light breeze passed, she lifted her robe and wrapped him tightly in her arms, his soaked clothes stuck to his skinny body, but her heart was full of pity. When was his body To raise it?
Mu Hanjin leaned securely in her arms, absorbed the faint fragrance radiating from her, and closed her eyes slightly. If this is a dream, then let this dream never wake up. Come.
Feng Aotian led him into the house, kicked the door open, walked into the inner hall, and put him on the bed. Because of this, all the tribesmen have been sitting around the hot spring pool for nearly a month. Nobody cleaned it at the time of the year, but there was no trace of dust in this place, it was just a bit cold.
With a wave of her bare hand, she shone the candlelight and gas in the house and the swaying lights on Mu Hanjin's face on the bed. It became more pale and transparent. Feng Aotian's heart was tight, and then she walked to the closet and took out his best Xi's crescent brocade robe walked in front of him, unraveling the soaked and deformed robe on his body that had not been changed for a long time.
Mu Hanjin lay quietly, her gaze never left her, she quickly tore off the clothes on her body, she watched him show sore skin because of the long soak in the hot spring pool, her eyes flashed dark. Raising his hand, put Jin quilt on his body, turned around, and left the inner hall.
Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Aotian's sudden change of emotions, but now he is unable to move, but, Shicai, following her gaze, he saw the bruised skin on his body. For the first time, he felt self-conscious. This one turned out to be so ugly, he closed his eyes slightly, tears slid across the corners of his eyes.
After half a stick of incense, Feng Aotian walked in with the hot water, and then sat on the side of the bed, opened the brocade, holding the soaked cotton cloth in her hand, she moved gently to clean up the ulcer on his body Wounds.
Lifting her eyes, looking at the low self-esteem flashing in his eyes, she curled her lips and smiled, "No matter what you become, you are the Lord's person."
Mu Hanjin almost collapsed as he listened to her softly speaking. He pressed his lips tightly, his teeth seemed to bite his lips to bleed, and he resisted the words he wanted to say, but the misty eyes were already tearing. Lian Lian.
Feng Aotian lowered his head and licked the tears from the corners of his eyes, "Is it time to cry now?"
Mu Hanyao blinked his eyes slightly, opened his mouth, but could no longer make a sound.
Feng Aotian took out the jade dew ointment and gently smeared it on his body, the cold of his fingertips, touching his body, revealing a faint coolness.
He always looked at her unsatisfactorily and seemed to draw her into his eyes. How could he not willing to give up his life and stay by her side without hesitation?
Feng Aotian put on the new clothes for him again, then, on the bed, let him lean in his arms, and whispered, "Lie down with him."
Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and stared at her side face, with a satin smile on the corner of her mouth, slowly closing her eyes until she passed out.
I don’t know that after a long time, Feng Aotian felt the faint breath of the person beside her. She got up from the bed and took him back to the hot spring pool. Then, she put him back in the pool, turned her eyes, and watched sitting around the hot spring. A member of the Feng Clan by the pool, her eyes flashed cold, and then flew away.
Lan Jingshu is dressed in a water-blue brocade robe, and Xuanyue in the middle of the night is cold. He supports the red pillar of the hall with one hand and puts one hand on his side casually. His handsome face is always warm and moist. I stopped looking into the distance and waited patiently...
Father Mao came over with the soup medicine, saw Lan Jingshu standing at the entrance of the main hall, and then stepped forward and stepped into the bedroom.
Meteor was curious about Lan Jingshu, and quickly ran over, leaned in front of him, looked at him, rolled his eyes around, then sighed clearly, turned around, and entered the bedroom.
Lan Jingshu was a little puzzled about Meteor's actions like this, but he didn't go to explore, but kept his original posture as before.
Meteor leaped slightly and sat on the soft couch, looking at the back of Lan Jingshu, and looking at Father Mao, "When is there another husband stone in this hall?"
Hearing the words of the meteor, the corner of his mouth curled, "It's more than just a boss stone and a little devil head."
Meteor laughed, and started to look at the Emperor's Bedroom, and he saw Feng Yinqi lying on the dragon bed in the inner hall. He then, a flash, landed beside the dragon bed, looking at the side of the large dragon bed, An Ran When Feng Yinqi was lying down, his bright eyes flashed dim, then he turned around and sat back on the soft couch.
Father Cat looked at him with a low expression, "Now, it's two little ghosts."
Meteor raised his eyes and looked at Father Cat, "I only saw one."
The corner of the cat's mouth twitched, "Are you talking about the one inside? You are talking about the one in front of me?"
"Naturally it's inside, I am not a kid." Meteor strongly emphasized his age.
The cat sneered, and then stopped paying attention to him, but sat in one place, waiting for the one who made him think.
When Lan Jingshu saw the figure of day and night missing, he quickly stepped forward, stepped out of the bedroom, and greeted him.
The cold wind blew up his sleeves and his robe fluttered. His clothes were very thin, and he was even thinner standing in front of the huge hall.
Feng Aotian fell in front of him, dragged him into her own arms, and felt a chill penetrate her body. She gathered her cloak, wrapped him, raised her hand, and lit His nose, "I'm not afraid of freezing."
Lan Jingshu watched her come back, and finally let go of expectation, but quietly leaned in her arms, "The emperor is here, the minister is not afraid."
Listening to his gentle voice, Feng Aotian lowered his head and looked at him, "Now, I can talk more and more."
Lan Jingshu looked down and followed her into the bedroom.
Father Cat looked at the two of them, his mouth curled, "Master, you haven't been idle for a moment."
Feng Aotian took the hand of Father Cat who came to meet him, and said with a smile, "Are you free?"
Father Cat glared, and said, "Master, the decoction is ready, take it while it is hot."
Feng Aotian looked at him, "Don't think you don't know what your plan is."
Father Cat hurriedly leaned in front of Feng Aotian, tugging at her sleeves, his face shy, "I know that the master knows the mind of a slave best."
Feng Aotian then moved forward and saw Meteor staring at the decoction curiously. Feng Aotian then sat down and looked at him, "Want to drink?"
The meteor hurriedly moved back a few times, pinching his nose with one hand, and waving his hand in disgust with the other, "No."
Feng Aotian smiled, "What are you looking at?"
"It's just curiosity." Meteor pinched his nose and moved a few steps back until there was nowhere to move. Then, staring at Feng Aotian with a strange expression, she picked up the medicine bowl and drank with her head up. Without frowning, he was immediately in awe.
Father Mao quickly handed the candied fruit to her, Feng Aotian opened his mouth and put the candied fruit in his mouth, then looked at Lan Jingshu and stood quietly on one side. She raised her eyes and looked at him with a smile.
Lan Jingshu looked at the dark soup medicine and knew that she had been drinking it for a while, but he couldn't help but worry a little when he didn't know when he was going to be recuperated. So Ri, all he saw was that she existed like a pillar. , However, no matter how strong the person is, there are times when he does not want to fall. He will not know until she has an accident.
Feng Aotian caught the worry in his eyes, held his hand, tightened it slightly, and then said, "It's better to take it for a month."
Lan Jingshu nodded slightly, and then said, "My lord, it's getting late, you rest earlier."
Taking advantage of the cat's unpreparedness, Meteor hurried forward, took a small plate of candied fruit on the table into his arms, quickly put one in his own mouth, and felt that it was very sweet, and turned his eyes quickly. , Looked at Father Cat, "Why is this candied fruit different from what I usually eat?"
"Of course it's different. Cat-style candied fruit, no semicolon." Father Cat then took the empty plate from his arms and turned to leave.
The meteor slammed the corner of his mouth, with an expression that was still inexplicable, and then approached Feng Aotian, "Holy Lord, how many medicines do you take a day?"
"Three times." Feng Aotian said lightly, looking at him, "If you want to eat candied fruit, go find him by yourself, you don't care about it."
Meteor's cautious thought was broken by Feng Aotian, and he quickly drooped his head, then stepped down from the soft couch, and left the emperor's bedroom in despair.
Looking at his cute appearance, Lan Jingshu thought of Feng Yinqi who was lying on the bed. He saw Feng Aotian, "The emperor, he is a bit like Wang An."
Feng Aotian didn't know, but she hadn't found the antidote for the thousand years of dissolution. She took his hand and sniffed the clear and elegant aura that exudes from his body after he had bathed long ago, and embraced his thin waist. At that moment, the breath of Oran sprayed on his earlobes, his mind and body tightened, his eyes lowered, and he leaned quietly in her arms.
Feng Aotian took his hand and walked slowly towards the inner hall. When she reached the dragon bed, she sat down with him, he leaned in her arms, he wrapped her waist, and she Playing with the blue silk on his chest, the two smiled silently, but showed a touch of warmth.
After Mr. Cat had cleaned up, he walked into the inner hall and looked at the two people hugging each other on the bed. He was jealous. He hurriedly stepped forward and looked at her, "Master, it's time to take a shower."
Feng Aotian raised her eyes and met his resentful eyes. She raised her eyebrows slightly, then got up on the dragon couch and smiled evilly at Lan Jingshu, "Wait for the Lord."
Lan Jingshu nodded docilely, lay on the dragon couch and watched her step into the screen, while he was leaning on his side and looking at Feng Yinqi who was sleeping. These days, it is not just that they are changing. Even Feng Yinqi, who is lying here, changes his appearance day by day. Compared with the previous days, his eyebrows and eyes seem to be opened a lot, and his whole body is longer than before. For this kind of change Lan Jingshu is in his eyes. In these days, he would bathe and wash Feng Yinqi every day, and feed his pill to continue his life, and he understands how Feng Aotian loves him. .
Feng Aotian stretched out her arms, father-in-law cat raised her hand and carefully removed the restraint on her body. She stepped up into the tub, took a handful of warm water, and sprinkled it on her body, and the water drops along the slender neck. , Revealing a seductive luster.
Father Cat half-kneeled beside Feng Aotian, raised his eyes and looked at her slightly raised profile, full of joy, he raised his hand, kneaded her white arm, and whispered, "Master, water temperature Is it suitable?"
Feng Aotian nodded slightly and said, the fatigue of the past few days, at this moment, there is a little relief.
The cat's eyebrows are slightly curved, and his handsome face, even though he is coated with thick powder, is still hard to conceal all kinds of amorous feelings. His hands began to walk up and down more and more restlessly, until they covered the hidden water. He raised his eyes on the chest, but saw Feng Aotian had opened his eyes, and the mist was filled with water, reflecting her clear phoenix eyes that did not contain a trace of impurities, and it became even colder. He quickly shrank his hands obediently and said with a smile. "Master, something has changed."
Feng Aotian lowered his eyes and glanced at his chest, seeing that it had indeed changed from before, but his tone was indeed lightly said, "It's just a little bit."
But Father Cat felt that he could feel the softness, which was regarded as the initial results, he immediately raised his eyebrows, and then looked at Feng Aotian, "Master, after one month, the changes will be even greater."
Feng Aotian nodded slightly, and then looked at Father Cat, "You said, how can I reward you?"
Father Cat quickly cast his eyes down shyly, "Do you know the master?"
Feng Aotian's mouth twitched as he listened to what he said.
Father Cat raised his eyes and stared at her sadly, "Master..."
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "What do you tell the Lord?"
The light of the cat's eyes flashed, he simply got up, bent over, and aimed at Feng Aotian's lips that had become lustrous due to the water mist, and gently sucked, his hands were also restlessly covering On her fragrant shoulder.
Feng Aotian felt that every time he took a bath, he was always beside him, but she knew that only at this moment would he be completely relieved.
After a deep kiss, Mr. Cat panted low and looked at her with a pair of water eyes faintly, his lips pressed slightly, and he did not know when his clothes were opened, revealing his condensed skin, adding a bit of charm and enchantment. .
Feng Aotian raised his hand and spread out his right hand. His cloud sleeves slid down along the curve of his arm, revealing his condensed skin, especially the dazzling cinnabar mole, which stung Feng Ao in an instant. The eyes of the sky.
Her eyes sank, then she tugged hard, kissed his lips hard, chewed fiercely, without half pity, some were just strong domineering, but even so, cat father-in-law still felt happy because, like this His master will let him feel that she cares about herself even more.
Cat father-in-law's lips were bitten with blood, he smiled and licked the blood from his lips, staring at Feng Aotian with scorching eyes.
Feng Aotian closed her eyes slightly and let him wait for her to take a bath. After she changed her clothes, she did not tie up the blue silk, but casually draped it behind her, wearing only a bright yellow shirt with a handsome face. , The coldness between the eyebrows, the red lips slightly hooked, but reveals an indescribable charm.
Lan Jingshu was lying on the dragon couch, and Feng Aotian walked towards him slowly like this. As she approached step by step, his mind appeared, she looked like a man dressed as a woman in Lianghuai, even with the clothes Vulgar, but, when worn on her, she is still so bright and enchanting, but at this moment, she is even more bright and moving, making his heart can not help but suffocate, and for a while, he was completely fascinated by his mind, just like this, Looking at her obsessively.
Father Mao looked at Lan Jingshu's stunning and intoxicated appearance, curled his mouth, and when he passed by Feng Aotian, he gently drew a circle on her palm, and then left the inner hall.
Meteor watched Father Cat stepping out of the bedroom. He sat on the stone steps outside the bedroom. He raised his eyes and looked at the starry sky. There was a kind of solitude that did not belong to his age.
Father Cat also felt that he was left out of the cold, and then sat beside him, two of them, one large and one small, sighing at the sky.
Si Xi stood outside the hall, looking at the father-in-law in front of him, shaking his head helplessly.
Feng Aotian stepped forward and leaned over Lan Jingshu, his red lips raised slightly, his smile was very charming, which made Lan Jingshu's eyes dazzling again.
She raised her eyebrows and looked at him in a daze, "Silly?"
Lan Jingshu listened to her, and the Buddha was a fairy who walked out of the painting, and even the sound made him feel unreal. He quickly converged his thoughts and thoughts, but met Feng Aotian's shot. Meaningful eyes.
He hurriedly lowered his eyes, his white cheeks were immediately flushed, his hands twisted his clothes, and he didn't know how to speak.
Seeing him like this, Feng Aotian smiled deeper, and then, lying sideways, lying on the dragon couch, embracing him in his arms, bowed his head, and kissed his lips without giving him a moment to stop and think, just Captured all his thoughts and his unique taste.
Lan Jingshu was lying under her body, his hands wrapped around her waist unconsciously, and the fragrance of her after bathing between his nose and wings was sultry, making him stunned.
Feng Aotian could feel his affection. She gently hooked her belt, and the clothes scattered, revealing his satin-like skin, smooth and delicate. She caressed gently, taking in the faint grass-like radiating from him. aroma.
auzw.com Lan Jingshu's face was slightly sullen, and she leaned weakly in her arms, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, his heart had already melted, he only hoped that he could accompany her to this way old.
Feng Aotian's fingers touched his waist and abdomen. Following that gaze, she saw the eye-catching cinnabar mole on his waist and abdomen. Her eyes sank, and then looked at the shallow knife marks on his abdomen, she lowered her head slightly. The rosy lips covered the knife mark, and a faint kiss was printed.
Lan Jingshu felt that her body was extremely stiff, and she quickly raised her head, pursing her lips slightly, and clutching the brocade beside her with both hands, and whispered, "The emperor..."
Feng Aotian lowered his head and stroked the dazzling cinnabar mole on his waist again and again, thoughtfully.
On the contrary, Lan Jingshu was a little intolerable, because there was his sensitive (sharp) sense. As long as he touched it, he couldn't help laughing. Now, he bit his lip tightly for fear of screaming. Come.
Feng Aotian raised her eyes and looked at Lan Jingshu's blushing face, she swept away the haze of Shicai, then turned sideways, took him into her arms, smiled at him, "biting her lip again and it will break."
Lan Jingshu was inevitably a little shy, so he quickly lowered his eyes, pursed his lips slightly, and said nothing.
Feng Aotian pulled Jin up, put it on the two of them, put his arms around him, and whispered in his ear, "Just rest."
Lan Jingshu leaned in her arms with peace of mind, but his heartbeat became faster and faster. His palms were sweaty at the moment, and he let go, but he dared not move.
Feng Aotian's closed eyes opened because he felt Lan Jingshu's unnaturalness, and stared at his eyebrows, "Can't sleep?"
Lan Jingshu nodded slightly, then shook his head quickly, and then leaned in her arms again, "The minister is just a little scared."
Feng Aotian listened to the helpless sigh mixed in his words, and completely wrapped him in his arms, "With a master, what are you afraid of?"
"The minister is afraid, I am not worthy of the emperor." Lan Jingshu whispered, thinking of Mu Hanjin, Father Mao, Ye Meixi, Leng Qianye, Mu Hanyao, if he had been, he just wanted to think of himself A grain of sand submerged in dust, the only thing he can do is to stay quietly beside her, then, now, after falling again, he realizes that he wants more, he wants to stay with her He occupies a small place in his heart. He wants him to be by her side all the time. He even wants to take her as his own when he is just a talent. This thought makes him feel inferior, because, He is just one of the most ordinary people.
Feng Aotian raised his hand, traced his eyebrows, and looked straight at him, until after a long time, she let out a low laugh, "When did you lose confidence?"
Lan Jingshu was startled, and rubbed her shoulder lightly, "In front of the emperor, the minister has never been confident."
Feng Aotian listened to his whispered words and said with a smile, "But, in front of the Lord, you are unique."
Lan Jingshu's thoughts trembled, and his eyes were moved. With her words, he was enough in this life.
Feng Aotian stroked his back, "Go to sleep."
"Yeah." Lan Jingshu replied softly, closing his eyes slowly.
After Wu Yueguo, Ye Meixi learned the mystery of the ring, and stayed up all night, why did this ring fall into the hands of his mother? She was a little puzzled.
Early summer and Xianghan stood outside the main hall, and knew a little about this ring wear. Soon, they sent someone to investigate. Now, there is still news.
At the same time, he even learned that the concubine Le Qiguo originally bestowed marriage to the four princes, and the nine princesses of Yuguo who went to Yuluo to get married, were taken away by Emperor Fengqi. He obviously knew that this It must have been a meticulous arrangement of the bureau. After finding out who arranged it, he couldn't help but wonder why Xing Wuyun and Wei Zimo would do this? What is their purpose for doing this?
Feng Aotian was already used to getting up before dawn, and the Lan Jingshu on one side slowly opened his eyes. When he looked at her beside him, there was a slight smile in his eyes.
Feng Aotian dropped a kiss on his forehead, and then got down on the dragon bed.
The cat father-in-law had prepared all the washing utensils and walked in.
Lan Jingshu was startled first, then he got off the dragon couch and stood beside Feng Aotian.
After the two groomed and dressed properly, Yi Mu and Gu Yefeng had already walked outside the hall to wait.
Feng Aotian watched the two of them come in, and the group of them sat at the same table, eating breakfast.
She filled the soup and handed it to Yi Mu specially. Seeing that the melancholy between his eyebrows and eyes had not yet been drawn, her complexion was a little dark, and she whispered, "Drink more to keep away the cold."
Yi Mu took the soup, looked down, and replied respectfully, "Thank you, the emperor!"
Feng Aotian then filled the soup again and placed it in front of the others. Gu Yefeng was not used to Feng Aotian's dignified behavior at first.
Meteor looked at the food at the table, and was most delighted. He used breakfast happily, and ignored the affairs around him, including people.
Of course, Gu Yefeng and Yi Mu noticed this little doll that suddenly appeared in the bedroom, and they looked at each other and couldn't help being curious.
Feng Aotian looked at the two of them, and then said, "This little devil is the City Lord of Feihe City."
When the two heard it, they even took the Lan Jing book with them. They naturally knew that he was once the king of a country. However, looking at his imageless and feasting food, the three silently ignored his identity. But treat him as an ordinary nanny.
After breakfast, Feng Aotian and Lan Jingshu went to the morning morning. Father-in-law Mao followed him and looked at the men in front of him. It was really uncomfortable in his heart. There are so many here, and there is still him outside. Can't help feeling sad.
Feng Aotian turned his eyes and looked at him with sadness. Then, he looked at Lan Jingshu, who was wearing a light blue official gown, and Yi Mu, who was wearing a pink official gown, with Gu Yefeng sitting on the wheelchair. , Also exuding a delicate air, Feng Aotian couldn't help thinking, when she was just born again, who was with her by her side? Now, how many are following her?
Above the early dynasty, in the Jinluan Temple, this is the first time Feng Aotian has gone to the early dynasty after he left for a period of time. The significance of this early dynasty is extraordinary. It symbolizes the future prosperity of Fengqi Kingdom, on the Shenzhou continent today. The most talked about by the people is the emperor of Fengqi Kingdom. Fengqi Kingdom, which has been separated for hundreds of years, has finally returned. No one expected that half a year ago, the people were in a precarious situation. Feng Nation, which was flat in the homeland, has now transformed itself into a second-class country, regaining two fourth-class countries and one third-class country.
But the rest of the third-class countries are now unable to compete with them. Even the other three countries of the second-class countries are now thinking of ways.
Feng Aotian was sitting on the dragon chair, looking at the lie down and the hundred officials standing neatly with their heads down, shouting in unison, "Long live my emperor!
At this moment, what she saw was the prosperity of Feng Qiguo. She Feng Aotian was never a person who was trampled under her feet, and the country she controls will surely become the most powerful on this continent in the future. country.
The officials who lie down are young talents who have been screened and replaced by layers. Feng Aotian, who once avoided like a snake and scorpion, has now become a respected by all people. Her cruelty and abuse have gone with time. Elapsed, gradually forgotten by the world.
After the early dynasty, Feng Aotian returned to the emperor's bedroom.
She immediately sat down and saw that the soul had dropped her head to one side.
She took the tea from Mr. Mao, "Is everything done?"
"Yes." Soul responded, "The subordinates have brought back Lu Yunxiu and the nine princesses of Yuguo."
"Set it up properly." Feng Aotian said indifferently.
"Yes." Soul whispered, "Master, something happened to Wu Yueguo."
Feng Aotian was startled slightly, thinking that Ling Shuangxue had just put down the riot, but what happened?
"Nan Huiguo sent a special envoy to Wuyue Country, saying yes, to ask for the treasure of the town, the blood jade ring, which was lost 20 years ago when Nan returned to China." The soul continued to report, "The ring is indeed in the hands of the night servant. More importantly, Huan Pei Nai is the relic of the concubine Chen, and her favorite thing in her lifetime."
Feng Aotian listened, his eyes sank, and then said, "How did Nan return to know that this ring was in Wu Yueguo's hands?"
"Someone quietly handed a secret letter to the emperor returning to the south." Soul continued.
Feng Aotian narrowed his phoenix eyes, "Can you find out who did it?"
"The secret letter is now in the hands of the Nanhui Emperor, and he has not found it yet." The soul replied with some loss.
Feng Aotian snorted coldly, and a shuddering smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "It seems that someone wants to provoke the incident between Nan Hui Guo and Wu Yue Guo."
"The subordinates also think so, but now, the concubine Ye hasn't found out, why does the concubine Chen own this ring? Therefore, if it is, the concubine Ye will return the ring to Nan Hui. If Wu Yueguo is required to hand over the thief, if he does not hand over the ring, then Nan will take advantage of this to provoke a war." The soul analyzed in turn.
"Check, it seems that there is a hidden secret behind Chen Fei." Feng Aotian turned the tea cup in his hand and whispered.
"Yes." The soul responded quickly.
Feng Aotian whispered, "When will the post arrive?"
"It will be there tomorrow," the soul continued.
Feng Aotian nodded slightly, and then said, "After the post arrives, the news will be broadcast as quickly as possible."
"Yes." The soul responded quickly.
The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth twitched slightly, and the soul then retreated.
Father Cat sat beside Feng Aotian, leaning in her arms, "Master, do you really want to do this?"
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, "That's natural, this is not exactly what he meant."
The corners of the cat's mouth curled slightly, "This also matches the master's intention."
Feng Aotian lowered his eyes, squeezing the soft flesh of his waist, "You understand."
Meteor rushed to one side, raised his head, looking at Feng Aotian, "Holy Lord, Meteor also understands."
Feng Aotian laughed, then stood up, "Change clothes for the Lord."
"Yes." Mr. Cat responded, and quickly got up, followed Feng Aotian into the inner hall, "Master, are you going to see him again?"
Feng Aotian was noncommittal, turning his eyes to look at Father Cat, "You stay in the palace obediently for your father and don't run around."
Father Cat nodded in dissatisfaction, Feng Aotian took off his dragon robe, put on a brocade robe, stepped out of the bedroom, flew over, and went to Feng Clan.
Meteor stared at Father Mao in a daze, staring at Feng Aotian's departure. He carried his hands, raised his head, and looked at Father Mao, "Hey, it's so sour and vinegar."
Father Cat raised his hand and patted Meteor’s head, "Lunch, no one for you."
Meteor was about to scream loudly, and the yell that he had just pulled out, he hurriedly put it back, tugging at the sleeve of the cat's father, with a flattering expression, "Hehe, I was laughing."
Father Cat threw away his hand, ignored him, turned around, and walked forward.
The shooting star followed closely, with a flattering smile, "Is it wrong if I am wrong? What should I prepare for lunch?"
Le Qiguo, Xing Wuyun lay on a soft couch, waiting for good news.
Just learned that Feng Aotian had robbed Lu Yunxiu and the Ninth Princess from his hands, he suddenly raised his voice and laughed, "I wonder what Feng Aotian will do next?"
Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at him, "What else, since people have been robbed, it is convenient for you and me to have nothing to do."
Xing Wuyun shook the hip flask in his hand, "No, no, Feng Aotian must know that you and I have calculated her, according to her temper, naturally will not be easily calculated by you and me. I am afraid that she will set it in the back. A bigger trap for you and me."
Wei Zimo sneered as he listened to his words, "What about it?"
"How?" Xing Wuyun grinned, smiling wantonly, "I want to know, you and I have given her such a big surprise, how can she fight back?"
Wei Zimo raised his eyes and glanced at him indifferently, "Okay, I will wait and see."
Xing Wuyun tilted Erlang's legs and was in a great mood.
Feng Aotian fell by the hot spring pool, watching Mu Hanjin no longer awake since she fell asleep last night. She stepped into the hot spring pool, raised her hand, and probed his breath. Although weak, it was fine. She He fished him out of the hot spring pool, took him back to the house, changed his medicine again, and gently stroked his face.
Mu Hanjin seemed to feel something, but he didn't have the energy to wake up, he could only slightly tremble the curled eyelashes, and his hand was also curled up.
Feng Aotian spread his hand out and put it on his cheek, let him feel her temperature, let him know that she is always by his side.
Tears dripped from the corner of Mu Hanjin's eyes, and Feng Aotian sighed quietly, "How come you don't know, you still cry."
While talking, he took out the silk kerchief and wiped it gently, and then, a light kiss was placed on his lips, and he was embraced in his arms, hugging him, and talking in a low voice.
After a long time, Feng Aotianfu took him back to the hot spring pool, then turned and left.
At the moment she left, Mu Hanjin still trembled her eyes, but she was still unable to open it.
When Feng Aotian returned to her bedroom, she saw Lan Jingshu and Yi Mu. Gu Yefeng came back from the Superintendent and Leng Peihan came with her. She knelt in front of Feng Aotian with joy. Minister see the emperor!"
Feng Aotian looked at her like this, and said with a smile, "How good have you served these few days?"
Listening to Feng Aotian's words, Gu Yefeng suddenly became angry and stared at her fiercely. It wasn't her identity. He had already rushed forward and yelled directly. What is service here? It is inhuman torture.
Leng Peihan nodded quickly, his eyes flashing brightly, "The minister has been doing it with all his heart."
Listening to her words, Feng Aotian turned his eyes to look at the anger that erupted from Gu Yefeng's eyes, and then said unhurriedly, "Why look at the master like this, isn't she serving well?"
Gu Yefeng stared at Feng Aotian and gave a cold snort, gnashing his teeth.
"If the service is not good, then extend the time limit until you are comfortable." Feng Aotian said casually.
When Gu Yefeng listened, he even more hated Feng Aotian. He took a deep breath and shot out the fire pressure in his heart word by word, "Very good."
"Cosy?" Feng Aotian said reluctantly.
Gu Yefeng stared at Feng Aotian's eyes, with a look of stubbornness, "Shu...heart..."
As soon as Leng Peihan heard it, he hurriedly responded shyly, "The apprentice feels embarrassed for being so praised by the master. Master can rest assured that even if the deadline is up, the apprentice will do his best to serve the master."
As soon as he said this, Gu Yefeng was so angry that he couldn't lift it up, and he almost didn't carry his breath. When he faced Feng Aotian's deep and optimistic eyes, he finally couldn't hold back, and he roared out...