Chapter 144: Him, their mind

At the same time, Emperor Yuluo also received Feng Aotian's marriage stickers, the magnificent palace, the golden curtains moved in a hurry, obscuring the face of the man sitting on the soft couch.
However, just from the strength of his hand squeezing the post, one could feel the chill that radiated from his body.
When the emperors of the two countries were still unexpected, an hour later, the secrets about Emperor Fengqi and the four princes of Leqi State and the three princes of Yuluo State were spreading.
The original speculation has now been confirmed, and people from all over the world are talking and talking about it.
The Emperor Feng Qi blatantly posted a marriage post to the two emperors and called the two princes into the palace as concubines. This behavior is unprecedented and unprecedented. I asked who has just been in the past thousands of years. How dare the rising second-class country make such a post to the two great powers? More importantly, since ancient times, how can a man enter the palace as a concubine? This is an insult to the two countries, and the people can't help feeling that this Emperor Feng Qi is too arrogant.
Le Qiguo and Xing Wuyun were drinking wine coolly. When he heard the news, he was choked by the wine in his throat. He coughed suddenly, staring at Wei Zimo with an unbelievable appearance.
But after calming down, he immediately laughed up to the sky, the laughter echoed throughout the restaurant, and even the whole street could hear his unruly smile. When he laughed weakly, his eyes were filled with tears, and he was panting. Angry, "She can really think of such ideas."
Wei Zimo snorted coldly, with a pair of glamorous eyes that were dull and unclear, he stood up, "I want to see, what can she do to marry me back?"
Xing Wuyun was startled, and quickly got up, stepped forward, and looked at Wei Zimo, "What if she really thought of a way?"
"Then I will marry." Wei Zimo's thin lips hidden from the veil slightly raised, and they opened slightly.
Xing Wuyun waved his hand, "You are crazy."
Wei Zimo turned his eyes and looked at him, "You don't want to?"
Xing Wuyun curled his mouth and said, "I want to go, you go, I won't go."
He thought at first, but he used Feng Aotian to dissolve the marriage, and he never thought of putting himself in, thinking of the men beside Feng Aotian, and then thinking about wearing his wedding gown, and then, After marrying another man, he felt a chill and waved his hand quickly, "Anyway, the emperor won't let me go. If I really go, how can Le Qiguo's face remain?"
Wei Zimo sneered, "Then it depends on Feng Aotian's ability."
The corner of Xing Wuyun's mouth twitched. He was determined to follow Le Ling's temper. To do so would be a humiliation to him. He certainly wouldn't. On the contrary, he might make some angry actions.
Just as he was thinking, he received Le Ling's summons. He turned his eyes slightly and looked at Wei Zimo, "Hey, I will come as soon as I go."
Wei Zimo still stood with his hand in front of the window, unable to see his expression, dressed in a bright red gown, which made him unique and independent, and the cinnabar between his brows exuded a misty halo.
Xing Wuyun flew into the palace, still wearing a goose-yellow brocade robe. He was unruly, free and easy, with a smile at the corners of his mouth.
With a light wave of Le Ling, the post in his hand smashed at his feet. Xing Wuyun pretended to be unknowing, bent over, picked up the post, and opened it. The words in the post were concise, clear and vague. There was also a bit of arrogance, especially the last sentence, "Forever a good relationship", the four characters really gave Xing Wuyun the urge to crush this post. He raised his eyes and looked surprised, looking at Le Ling. , "Brother Emperor, this...this..."
"Huh, let's talk about it, what is your relationship with her?" Le Ling saw Xing Wuyun's expression in his eyes.
Xing Wuyun looked down and said helplessly, "Brother Emperor, the courtier went to Fengguo last time, and was accidentally hit by her, and the courtier later left. She must have known the true identity of the courtier. It must be because of this. The courtier holds a grudge, brother emperor, if you accept this, your courtier's reputation is small, and your face is big. In the future, how majestic is Le Qiguo among other countries?"
Le Ling is now full of anger. Listening to Xing Wuyun's words, he feels a little bit reasonable. He is lost in thought, and dare not make a sound in the palace.
After staying for a long time, Le Ling's complexion eased a little and looked at him, "She dared not put Le Qiguo in her eyes, then I will give her some color."
"Brother Huang mean?" Xing Wuyun raised his eyes, looked at him, and asked.
"I ordered you to bring 200,000 horses personally to attack Fengqi Country. If you lose, you don't have to come back." Le Ling said solemnly.
Xing Wuyun was immediately taken aback, raised his eyes, and looked at Le Ling, "Brother Emperor, why are you a courtier? Aren't you afraid that she will the courtier by then?"
Le Ling looked at him with a sullen face, "Hmph, your little thoughts, don't think I don't know, if you are robbed, I will treat you as dead in the future."
When Xing Wuyun heard this, he felt even more bitter. He was obviously not worth the gain. He thought that Le Ling would favor him. Unexpectedly, he asked himself to charge and fight himself. He reluctantly replied, then stepped out and raised his eyes. , Looking at the cloudless sky in front of me, I felt overcast, shook his head, sighed, and muttered to himself, "I really do not live by myself."
He returned to the restaurant angrily, and when he looked at Wei Zimo, he fell dejected and lay weakly on the soft couch, "I really don't know what the emperor brother thought, let me lead my troops to attack Fengqi country? Didn’t you make it clear that I was asked to join the trap?"
Wei Zimo looked sideways and glanced at Xing Wuyun who was lingering, "Are you not sure about Feng Aotian?"
"She is scheming and cunning, and more importantly, I promised her one thing at the beginning. This time, if she held on to this, I must be doomed." Xing Wuyun raised his head with a face. Sorrowful.
Wei Zimo looked at him with a sense of gloat, and said quietly, "Is there another way to solve this crisis?"
"What is the solution?" Xing Wuyun's eyes flickered brightly and looked at Wei Zimo.
"If the fourth prince dies, it will be a hundred." Wei Zimo said lightly.
"You think Feng Aotian didn't think of it, but she clearly wrote that she wants to see people and corpses in life." Xing Wuyun lay down sullenly, as if thinking of something, raised his eyes and looked at Wei Zimo, "Okay, you How dare I let me decide on my own."
The corner of Wei Zimo's mouth twitched, "Where have you been ruthless in the past? Where have you lost your mercilessness in the past? Where have you lost your freedom and ease in the past?"
Listening to Wei Zimo's words, Xing Wuyun curled his lips and said, "Then where did you lose your calm and arrogance in the past?"
Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked into the distance, "I have always been calm."
"Huh, I have always been very free and easy." Xing Wuyun sneered, as if he was so stimulated by Wei Zimo, he figured it out a little, and then patted the table, "Retire without a fight, it is not my Xing Wuyun style. Fighting, isn't it just to meet Feng Aotian again? Anyway, there will be no less meat."
Wei Zimo looked at his look at home with death, and said unhurriedly, "Well, there will be no less meat, but there will be less others."
Xing Wuyun turned his eyes, changed Shi Cai's gloomy aura, and smiled openly, "That is, anyway, she has touched it a long time ago, and kissed it. I don't care. As for you, I don't even know your emperor. What are your plans, brother?"
Wei Zimo listened to Xing Wuyun’s ridicule, then turned his eyes, touched, kissed, and really wiped out his mentality that he had managed to bring back in the past few days, completely destroying it, and in danger of abandoning his previous achievements, he raised his hand. The palm wind penetrated the bead curtain and hit Xing Wuyun.
Xing Wuyun quickly dodges and looks at Wei Zimo, "Hey, I was said to be sore."
Wei Zimo's eyes flashed coldly and sharply, and then another slap. Xing Wuyun now suppressed the temper that he wanted to explode. In this way, he no longer dodges, but meets Wei Zimo's palm. Fought.
Wu Yueguo and Ye Meixi secretly investigated the truth in the past two days because of the Huanpei who returned to China. The special envoy of Nanhui has urged him again and again in the past two days, which annoyed him. Could it be that he received Feng Aotian's secret letter makes him feel safe and restless. He will definitely turn his face with Nan Huiguo. Is Wu Yueguo good to bully him?
Shicai, when he received the news that Feng Aotian was going to marry the two princes of Le Qiguo and Yuluo, his lips twitched, and he sat on the soft couch with anger, secretly hurt.
Although he knew that Feng Aotian did this because the two of them had calculated her first, but when he heard that there were more people beside her, he felt extremely uncomfortable. The days of waiting like this , When will it come, thinking, when she is talking and laughing with others now, he wants to rush over and can't help feeling heartache.
Xuanyuanyu's anger in the two Japan was hard to dissipate. After hearing the shocking news, the anger from nowhere almost overturned the entire bedroom, and then took a step and left the palace.
Hou's attendants outside the palace had never seen such a fire emperor, and couldn't help being a little scared.
Xuanyuanyu left the imperial palace and came to a house. This courtyard was where his mother and concubine often brought him when he was young. Whenever he felt lonely or in a bad mood, he would come over, and he flew down. He stepped into the house, then lay on the bed, raised his head, staring at the beam, thoughtfully.
Feng Aotian sat on the soft couch in the study and read the memorials, and read the important memorials one by one.
When Gu Yefeng woke up, it was already the setting sun. He sat up with his hands on his hands, looked at the surrounding furnishings, lowered his head, and looked at the dragon and phoenix quilt covering himself. He gently turned sideways, his collarbone glowing. With a burst of pain, his sword eyebrows furrowed slightly, thinking about what happened today, suddenly his face was a little unnatural, he quickly closed his eyes, opened them suddenly, and shouted, "Where are people?"
Feng Aotian heard the sound coming from the inner hall, put down the imperial pen in his hand, got off the soft couch, walked into the inner hall, and saw Gu Yefeng with his eyes wide open and staring straight at her.
Feng Aotian stepped forward, sat beside him, raised his hand to cover his forehead, he was taken aback first, turned his head quickly, and avoided.
"The minister wants to return to the mansion." Gu Yefeng's face was uncontrollably dyed with blush, and he whispered.
"Let me see the wound." Feng Aotian didn't pay attention to what he said. Instead, raising his hand and gently pulling his slender fingers, the ribbon on his waist was untied, when she was about to take off his clothes. , He raised his hand in fright and closed his clothes. Because the action was too eager, he pulled the wound again, and the pain spread all over his body without warning. He frowned and stared at her.
Seeing his appearance like this, Feng Aotian's eyes sank, "What's the matter?"
Gu Yefeng raised his eyes and saw Father Cat standing next to Feng Aotian. He hurriedly turned away, not daring to look at her, "There are outsiders."
Listening to what he said, Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Father Cat, "Go prepare dinner."
"Huh, what's the embarrassment of doing everything?" The cat's mouth curled, twisted his waist and left, thinking he would like to watch.
After Feng Aotian waited for Mr. Cat to exit the inner hall, he raised his hand, gently placed him on the dragon couch, pushed his hand holding the shirt away, and took the shirt off, and he saw blood leaking from his collarbone. , Her eyes dimmed again, "If you move your master again, your master will eat you."
Gu Yefeng raised his eyes, looked at her directly, and said unconvincedly, "Dare you."
Feng Aotian lowered his head and bit his lips severely. When he was startled, he left and stared at him, "There is no such thing in this world that the master dare not do."
Gu Yefeng hurriedly skipped the beginning and didn't look at her. He knew that he was completely finished, but he couldn't figure out how he liked a man.
Feng Aotian looked at him still awkward, but smiled, untied the white cloth on his body, looked at the wound still oozing blood, cleaned up the wound again, re-wrapped it, and looked at him," Are you still going back home?"
Gu Yefeng closed his eyes slightly, "Where is the minister's wheelchair?"
Feng Aotian said in a light tone, "ask you knowingly."
Gu Yefeng quickly turned his eyes and stared at her, "How should the minister go out in the future?"
"What are you going out for?" Feng Aotian asked casually.
"Chen is not a pet raised by the emperor. I love it when I like it. When I am tired, I will abandon it." Gu Yefeng thought that she was a man and also the emperor of this country. He thought that the emperors were all affectionate. If she is really possessed, she will be inexplicably attracted to her own eyes and heart.
Feng Aotian lowered his head and looked at him, "It is indeed the lord's pet, or a puppy with teeth and claws."
Hearing her answer, Gu Yefeng was anxious again, and was about to get up quickly, but was held down by Feng Aotian, and his fingertips crossed his lips, "I haven't heard what Ye Shi said?"
Gu Yefeng looked at her and roared, "The minister is going to leave."
Seeing him so stubborn, Feng Aotian lowered his head and covered his lips, biting fiercely. His arms were forced to clasp her fingers, but his legs could not move, and her upper body was confined by her. , He let her bite, the domineering kiss swept all his thoughts, and gradually calmed his anger, immersed in her strong kiss.
Seeing that he was calmer, she licked his lips, looked down, and stared at him, "Observe."
Gu Yefeng snorted coldly, turned his head, and didn't want to look at her. Some people could always touch his heartstrings easily, making him very helpless towards her.
Feng Aotian raised his hand, drew his fingertips across his cheek, and then closed his clothes, "I don't need to go to the morning court for a few days, so I can heal my grandfather."
"The minister is not so delicate." Gu Yefeng's stubbornness is at work, he is not her pet in the palace.
Feng Aotian took a bite in his earlobe, "Say it again?"
Gu Yefeng felt a tingling sensation in his ears. Suddenly, his heartstrings were tense, and he turned his eyes quickly, but he touched her lips, his eyes widened and looked at her.
Feng Aotian drank lightly on the corner of his lips, then raised his hand to cover his eyes, "I'm not allowed to leave here."
Gu Yefeng felt the softness of his lips and the warmth of his eyes. He couldn't help but squeeze his hands, then slowly let go, a hum between his nose, and stopped talking.
Seeing that he was obedient, Feng Aotian re-covered the brocade, "Lie down well and don't move."
Gu Yefeng looked at the gentleness between her eyebrows, his heart stopped for a moment at this moment, and then he closed his eyes without speaking.
She got up and left the inner hall, while Gu Yefeng watched her leaving behind and fell into deep thought. For a while, it was a little hard to accept how she had become like this.
Feng Aotian entered the study and saw Lan Jingshu raising her eyes and looking at her. She smiled and sat beside him, holding his hand, "Jealous?"
Lan Jingshu looked down and tightened the hand she was holding. Such a move was enough to explain everything.
Feng Aotian curled his lips and smiled, then let go of his hand, raised his eyes, but met Yi Mu's flashing eyes.
She was startled slightly, but she didn't delve into it anymore, what emotions were in her eyes, instead she picked up the memorial again and read it.
Lan Jingshu felt the warmth of her palms, staring sideways, watching her focused expression, such an unattainable person, there should be better people by her side to accompany her, and he, now, can get her moment Tenderness, shouldn't it be satisfied?
He condensed his thoughts, then picked up the imperial pen, and reviewed the memorial again.
The soul walked in and hurriedly stood beside Feng Aotian and said, "Master, the matter is done."
The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth twitched slightly, "What is happening between Le Qiguo and Yuluo country?"
"Le Qiguo was furious, and then he summoned the four princes into the palace and ordered him to personally lead 200,000 horses to attack Fengqi Kingdom." The soul quickly replied.
Feng Aotian's mouth tickled slightly, "Where is Yuluo Kingdom?"
"There was no movement." The soul was also curious.
Feng Aotian twitched the corner of his mouth, and then said, "It's okay, if it is the same as Le Ling, then he really made him look at him high."
The soul lowered his head and said, "Master, there is one more thing, but it is about that girl Xue Ke."
"What's the matter?" Feng Aotian asked while looking at the memorial in his hand.
"Chu Lingtian will get married in a few days," the soul said in a low voice.
The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth twitched slightly, "Let Xue Ke decide this matter by herself, and I don't care."
The soul was relieved quickly, and his face was rarely happy. After all, if the master didn't intervene, that means that this matter, there is still room for change, and it will be handled according to Xue Ke's mind.
After Feng Aotian reviewed the last memorial, he then got up from the soft couch, Lan Jingshu and Yi Mu followed closely, the soul stood on one side, and the four left the study and walked to the main hall.
Feng Aotian immediately reclined on the low couch. Father Cat had already prepared the meal and walked in, "Master, have dinner."
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, then raised his eyes, looking at Lan Jingshu and Yi Mu, "Go first, Master will pass later."
"Yes." Lan Jingshu and Yi Mu naturally knew that she had something important to deal with, so they bowed their heads and walked to one side.
Father Cat and Meteor also walked to the table, and the group sat down without moving their chopsticks, but quietly waiting for her.
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at the soul, "Can you find out about the concubine Chen?"
"Still investigating, but this matter seems to have something to do with the wizard Si Xueyi." The soul then replied, "The ring is a gift from Si Xueyi to the concubine Chen."
Feng Aotian curled his lips and smiled, "Then check it down."
"Yes." The soul responded, and then replied, "Master, Princess Bei Li is scheduled to take the throne on the eighth day of the next month."
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "Can the other princes change?"
"Fighting over and under, I am afraid that her ascension will not go smoothly." The soul replied with his head down.
Feng Aotian smiled deeply, "Then it's better to fight, the more chaotic the better."
"Subordinates continue to send people to stare secretly." The soul quickly replied, "Master, the geese return to the country, and the Tianying Kingdom will show up to Emperor Xuanmo, for fear that the master will send troops."
Feng Aotian looked down, "What has Xuanyuanyu been doing in the past few days when he returned to China?"
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"The Emperor Xuan Mo will stay in his bedroom for the past two days, and he has not yet come out. Today, I learned of the marriage and destroyed the whole bedroom and left the palace angrily." The soul couldn't help feeling strange, the master What is the relationship with him and why does he get angry?
Listening to his words, Feng Aotian smiled deeper, and then said, "Goose returns to the kingdom and Tianying, and is near Feihe City. Don't worry."
"Yes." The soul thought of the two small countries, and now it's not enough, so, which one should you do next?
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "Get down."
"Yes." The soul replied, and then retreated.
Feng Aotian got up, walked to the table, looked at them, smiled and said, "Let’s eat."
Lan Jingshu raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, "The emperor, Ye Feng?"
Feng Aotian looked at him, "He is injured, so he can only eat light food these few days."
Lan Jingshu was startled again, then looked down, eating quietly.
Father Cat quickly handed the medicine to Feng Aotian, "Master, drink it while it's hot."
Feng Aotian took the bowl, raised her head and drank, raised her eyes, and saw Meteor staring at herself unsuccessfully. She put down the bowl, holding the candied fruit, "I don't want to do it yet."
With Feng Aotian's permission, Meteor quickly picked up the chopsticks, but instead of eating like a few days ago, he looked at her and stopped talking.
Feng Aotian looked at him, "Doesn't suit my appetite?"
Meteor looked at Feng Aotian, shook his head, and then sullen his head for dinner.
Seeing the appearance of his appetite drastically reduced, Mr. Cat then raised his hand and knocked his head, "If you don't like it, don't eat it. Look at your aggrieved appearance."
Meteor raised his eyes, looked at him, and quickly smiled, "Who said that."
As he said, he began to gobble up.
Seeing that he was eating in a hurry, he was choked by the food, so he quickly filled the soup and put it in front of him, "You are really..."
Meteor quickly took a sip of the soup, raised his eyes, and looked at Father Cat, "I was just a little tired."
The corner of Mr. Mao's mouth curled, so he didn't believe what he said, but he didn't break it, and continued to concentrate on serving his master.
Gu Yefeng in the inner hall was lying on the dragon couch, but he was not sleepy. Listening to the sound of eating outside, he thought about the past and sat with them at the moment, but he thought of Feng Aotianshi’s actions to him. With his feet, he was discouraged again, and he couldn't help feeling a little annoyed at himself when it became so useless.
Feng Aotian stopped dinner, and Si Xi brought the soup and porridge that Feng Aotian had ordered in the morning to stew, and a few small dishes came over.
Feng Aotian took the tray and looked at them, "Go ahead."
"The minister retire." Lan Jingshu and Yi Mu responded in a low voice, and then retreated.
Father Cat watched Feng Aotian personally carrying the tray into the inner hall, and all kinds of envy, jealousy and hatred flooded into his heart. Has the master never been so considerate to him? He really regarded him as grass, and while tidying up the dishes, said, "Hey, I really have a new love and forgot the old love."
Of course Feng Aotian listened to his words, but he didn't reply. Instead, he went straight into the inner hall and watched Gu Yefeng biting his lips, seeing Feng Aotian entering, and then said, "Who is Xinhuan, who Is it an old love?"
Feng Aotian saw that he was angry at what Mr. Cat said, and then sat down, "Who are you asking?"
Gu Yefeng stared at her, "Is the minister Xinhuan?"
Feng Aotian raised his hand, hooked his chin, looked for a long while, "Not new."
Gu Yefeng raised his hand and waved her hand away, "That is an old love."
Feng Aotian hooked his chin again and looked for a long while, "It's not too old either."
Gu Yefeng was suddenly anxious, so he wanted to get up, Feng Aotian's eyes were cold, and he stared at him, "Are you disobedient?"
Gu Yefeng pressed the corner of his mouth tightly, tilted his head, ignoring her.
Feng Aotian then picked up the soup bowl, "Neither new nor old, just right."
Gu Yefeng listened to her faint words, turned his head, and then calmed down, slowly stepped forward, leaned against her body, and took the soup bowl from her hand.
Feng Aotian picked up the spoon, scooped up the soup, and passed it to his lips, "Drink it."
Gu Yefeng was not polite, opened his mouth, and drank the soup, with a pair of eyes, staring at Feng Aotian, thinking, from now on, what face will you have to see Yi Mu and Lan Jingshu?
Feng Aotian looked at him absent-mindedly, and said with a smile, "Master, will you set a new bedroom for you?"
Gu Yefeng shook his head and said, "No, Chen is still used to living with Yi Mu."
"It's up to you." Feng Aotian didn't care about this kind of things, as long as they stayed comfortable.
Gu Yefeng drank the soup, then looked at Feng Aotian, "The emperor, the minister should go back tonight."
Feng Aotian looked at him, "Don't want to be with your master?"
"The minister is not ready yet." Gu Yefeng was still entangled in his heart.
Feng Aotian didn't stop him, and said with a smile, "Then, when you are ready, the Lord will move you."
Gu Yefeng glared at him again after listening to her irrational words, and stopped talking, instead eating porridge quietly.
After waiting, Feng Aotian got up and said, "Bring in the wheelchair."
"Yes." Mr. Cat stood outside the inner hall. Although he couldn't see the picture of how he scratched his heart and lungs inside, he could still imagine it. He pouted and pushed the wheelchair in.
Gu Yefeng looked at the wheelchair pushed by Mr. Cat. Compared with his previous ones, it was much lighter and more flexible.
Feng Aotian swept his hand, and he fell into her arms. He raised his eyes and faced Feng Aotian's eyes, trying to break free, but the warmth in her arms made him feel a little nostalgic, simply, Let her hug him up from the dragon couch, and then put him on the wheelchair.
Gu Yefeng sat on it, raised his hand, placed it on both sides, and moved the button on it, and the wheelchair automatically rotated. Feng Aotian raised his hand and pushed the wheelchair, "Master, accompany you back."
Gu Yefeng is now full of curiosity about this new wheelchair. He raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian pushing him. He was a bit uncomfortable, but there was a slight warmth in his heart.
In the evening breeze, on the quiet corridor, Feng Aotian pushed his wheelchair and walked slowly. Feng Aotian raised his head, looking at the sky tonight, then looking at Gu Yefeng right now, thinking about the first time they met.
She chuckled, "Is that ancient book with you now?"
Gu Yefeng heard how Feng Aotian suddenly remembered to ask the embarrassment, and quickly replied, "Not here with the minister."
Feng Aotian deliberately said, "Oh..."
Gu Yefeng listened to her voice, "The emperor, the minister no longer remembers the contents."
Feng Aotian listened to his refusal to confess, "Well, Lord remember, or else, another day, Lord will study and study with you."
Gu Yefeng turned red, coughed a few times, and whispered, "Rogue!"
Feng Aotian smiled, "Or, just tonight."
Gu Yefeng's face became even more red, with a charming luster under the night, he whispered, "The minister is unwell."
Feng Aotian’s handsome face, at this moment, is filled with a rare smile. In her opinion, Gu Yefeng’s life is simple. In his world, it has always been black and white, without a trace of gray. , Because of this, he will show all his joys, anger, sorrow and joy on his face without hiding anything.
Therefore, he is direct, whether he speaks or thinks.
Feng Aotian felt very comfortable with him, because she would not deliberately guess his thoughts, just like she was in front of the cat, never using any brain power.
Before he knew it, he went to Yi Mu's bedroom. Yi Mu did not return to the bedroom, but went to Lan Jingshu's bedroom. The two were sitting under Shuying, talking about wine.
She pushed him into the palace, and the attendant got the news. He was already waiting outside the palace. Feng Aotian pushed him into the side hall. Looking at the layout inside, it was exactly the same as that of his Gu Mansion. She smiled and said, "You Ah, always a nerd."
Gu Yefeng raised his eyebrows, "Well, if the minister doesn't read a book for a day, he will feel that life is meaningless."
Feng Aotian smiled and looked at him, then turned his inner hall, looked at the bookshelf on one side, and saw the ancient book he copied last time at a glance, then pulled it out and looked at him, "Didn't you say that Are you here?"
Gu Yefeng raised his eyes and saw the book in Feng Aotian's hands. He gritted his teeth and then stepped forward, "That... the minister forgot."
Feng Aotian opened the ancient book, turned a page at random, and placed it in front of him, "Read it to the Lord."
Gu Yefeng glanced intently, and the content of that page responded unnaturally, "The minister has a sore throat."
Feng Aotian then poured a cup of hot water and handed it to him, "Drink it."
Gu Yefeng drank water slowly, a glass of water, drinking for half an hour without bottoming out, Feng Aotian did not urge, while flipping through the ancient book in his hand, he glanced at him casually.
Gu Yefeng looked down quickly, not knowing what to do.
Feng Aotian then snatched the cup in his hand, and then said, "Since I don't want to read it, how about practical actions?"
Gu Yefeng hurriedly grabbed his wheelchair armrest nervously and stared at Feng Aotian, "The emperor, that... the minister... is not ready yet..."
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, "What should I do then?"
Gu Yefeng thought for a moment, gritted his teeth, raised his eyes, and looked at Feng Aotian, "How about reading when the minister is mentally prepared?"
Feng Aotian laughed, then leaned over and picked him up from the wheelchair. Gu Yefeng was very light and light because he was sitting in a wheelchair all the time. However, what was pleasantly surprised was him. His bones were amazed, not like being born. Disability.
Feng Aotian put him on the bed, raised his hand, and pulled off his trousers.
Gu Yefeng was startled, and quickly pulled on his trousers, "The emperor, the minister himself."
Feng Aotian smiled and said, "Are you shy?"
"Who is shy?" Gu Yefeng hurriedly said hard, but the crimson glow on his face had already explained everything.
Feng Aotian gave a low laugh, then took his hand away, took off his trousers, raised his hand, and touched the bones of his legs. Gu Yefeng looked at the shape of his legs and suddenly felt inferior. Quickly took the brocade and covered it up.
Feng Aotian looked at him, "Do you want the master to touch it?"
Gu Yefeng lowered his head, slowly released his hand holding the quilt, closed his eyes and dared not move.
Feng Aotian lifted the brocade, pinched his knees with both hands to the bones of his ankles, and then covered the brocade on his legs, "open your eyes."
Gu Yefeng opened his eyes and looked at her, "The emperor, the minister's legs..."
His legs are the pain of his life after all. Looking at Feng Aotian, he bit his lips tightly, not knowing what to say.
"When can't you leave?" Feng Aotian asked while looking at him.
"When I was three years old." Gu Yefeng took a deep breath and whispered back.
Feng Aotian raised his hand and squeezed his fisted hand in his palm, "Do you know why your legs can't walk?"
"I don't know." Gu Yefeng shook his head. "At that time, I was still young, and I can't remember many things. Since the minister remembered it, he has been in a wheelchair."
Feng Aotian stared at him, his eyes dimmed, then went on the bed, took him into his arms, and stroked his back, "Master will make you stand up again."
Gu Yefeng leaned in her arms. For the first time, he felt that there could be someone to rely on. It was so reassuring. Over the years, he would be enclosed in his own small world. He was not willing to contact others. He was naturally sensitive. , Especially, when others looked at him with strange eyes, he felt like a thousand arrows pierced through his heart. Since she broke into her world for the first time and brought him out of Gu's house, he felt that, The original is still useful, not a real waste.
Feng Aotian lowered his head and drank lightly in front of his forehead, "Just rest."
"Yeah." Gu Yefeng nodded and leaned quietly in her arms. Feng Aotian raised his hand, took off his brocade robe, raised his hand, and took one side of his prepared uniform and put it on him. Covered his body with a quilt and watched him fall asleep before she left.
When she left, Gu Yefeng opened his eyes, raised his hands, folded them together, feeling the remaining warmth of her, and then wrapped the brocade with a smile on his mouth, and slowly closed it. Eyes.
Feng Aotian did not return to the emperor’s bedroom, but walked to the Jinxuan Palace of Lan Jingshu, and saw two beautiful men sitting under the oblique shadow of the dark fragrance, one of them wearing light blue brocade robes. Warm and moist like jade, while the other was dressed in a pale pink brocade robe, like Liu Fufeng, with smiles at the corners of their mouths, they seemed to be chatting about things, laughing at each other, and then they toasted and drank.
Feng Aotian didn't disturb their Yaxing, but, leaning on his side under the willow tree, looked at them meaningfully.
The breeze was blowing, and the years were quiet. I don't know how long it took until the two of them were slightly drunk. Then Feng Aotian stepped forward slowly and walked in front of them.
Lan Jingshu raised his eyes, his eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and there was a slightly more blurred expression between his eyebrows and eyes. He slowly got up, leaned in Feng Aotian's arms, and whispered, "The emperor..."
Feng Aotian held his waist, letting him lean in his arms, "Drunk?"
Lan Jingshu leaned on her quietly, staring at her face, a pair of phoenix eyes flashed across the faint tenderness, beautiful jade face, especially the slightly curled lips, he slowly raised his hand and stroked her. Face, offered a kiss on the initiative.
Feng Aotian squinted his eyes slightly, smiled, then turned around, lowered his head, kissed his lips, and gently sucked in.
"Hmm..." Lan Jingshu groaned unconsciously, limp in her deep kiss.
Feng Aotian held his waist and raised his eyes. Yi Mu was holding a hip flask in one hand and a willow tree on one hand. He walked slowly out of the palace, she looked at his slender waist, wrapped in light gauze. Jinpao's back reveals endless sadness and loneliness.
Feng Aotian wanted to send him away, but the Lan Jingshu in her arms was already so drunk that she fell into her arms, whispering, "The emperor... the emperor..."
Feng Aotian turned his eyes and looked at Jingxi, "Send concubine Yi back to the palace."
"Yes." Jingxi replied, hurriedly catching up and following her step by step.
Yi Mu walked on the quiet corridor, looking at the endless ink color in front of him, a gust of cold wind blew his clothes up, his eyebrows were filled with deep sadness, and his thin, colorless lips slightly raised. Xuanyue was in the sky, and the palace lanterns on both sides were on and off, pulling his thin figure extremely long...
It was not a long way, but after walking for a long time, before reaching the end, Yi Mu's hand holding the jug slowly loosened, and the silver jug ​​with golden flowers fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and the green wine was scattered. On the bluestone, there is infinite desolation.
Yi Mu's footsteps were vacant, walking forward step by step, looking into the distance, but feeling a blur, he fell to the ground when his steps were empty.
Jingxi panicked, and hurriedly stepped forward and helped him up, "Si Fei Yi, are you okay?"
Yi Mu waved Jingxi's hand away, his voice was soft, "It's not in the way, it's just a little drunk."
As he spoke, he lay down on the cold jade, raised his eyes, looked at the starry sky, and slowly closed his eyes...
Seeing him asleep, Jingxi quickly ordered someone to lift him up, put him carefully in the luan sedan behind him, and lift him back to the bedroom.
Feng Aotian supported Lan Jingshu back to the inner hall, put him on the bed, and watched his white jade skin with a faint pink color, holding on to her sleeves tightly, "The emperor... "