Chapter 162: Do you dare to hurt him?

This sudden scene made everyone too late to react, especially the soldiers of Le Qiguo, looking at Xing Wuyun who was hanging in the air, with blood on the corners of his mouth, and still smiling wantonly. He opened his arms, and the dagger on his chest was stuck. Shen, but he didn't feel any pain, he just looked into the distance, letting his body hang down.
Luo Chi was too late to react, and quickly rolled from the ground, trying to come forward to catch it, and the other generals were also surprised.
They knew that the purpose of coming this time, but it really happened, but it was still unacceptable and unbelievable. They had complaints and dissatisfaction with this fourth prince, but he was still the backbone of their hearts. Now, His behavior undoubtedly gave them a way to survive, and this kind of righteousness couldn't help moving Le Qiguo's soldiers.
Xing Wuyun laughed, and what the person said appeared in his mind, "I saved your life. No matter where you escape, when I want to take it back, naturally."
Xing Wuyun opened his eyes wide, and looked at Feng Aotian who stood solemnly on the tower. The dazzling sun shot into his eyes, and he saw what he looked like when he was a child...
The body is getting heavier, but he has no fear. His death can be exchanged for relief. Then, in the future, he will be unconstrained, can act recklessly, laugh loudly, and fly freely.
The breeze blew his cheeks, and he fell slowly like a bird with wings spread.
A cold wind swept across, his waist was strongly embraced, and then his whole body slammed into the soft arms. He raised his eyes and faced her, "You can't save me."
Feng Aotian watched him insert the dagger into her heart, lowered her head, and looked at the dagger that was close to the heart. The blood overflowed and stained her silver-gray brocade. At this moment, she wanted to choke him to death. Impulse.
She clasped his waist tightly, bowed her head, and kissed his lips domineeringly. Amidst everyone's astonishment, she kissed him and fell slowly.
Xing Wuyun stared in a daze, looked at her, put away all his thoughts, "I start the country with my blood and happiness"
Luo Chi was stunned, listening to his modest voice, but lingering in the sky, shaking the hearts of Le Qiguo and Feng Qiguo.
Luo Chi quickly returned to his senses, stepped forward and stood beside him, "His Royal Highness!"
Xing Wuyun allowed Feng Aotian to hold him in his arms and lowered her head. The dagger in her hand was exactly the same as the one she had snatched from him that day. Her eyes sank and she laid him flat on the ground.
Xing Wuyun stared at her with a smile. The moment he pierced the dagger into his heart, he knew that he was destined to be missed from her in this life, and he knew that the heart from this person had already unknowingly had her. He knew how unwilling he was suddenly and reluctant to leave her because of the warmth in her arms.
He let her put him on the flat and cool ground, she slowly got up, took a deep look at him, turned around, and walked away step by step.
Xing Wuyun kept looking at her until he couldn't hold it, and slowly closed his eyes. He smiled from start to finish, without any pain.
Feng Aotian flew up, stood on the tower, turned his eyes, looked at Xing Wuyun lying on the ground, her eyes condensed with cold air.
Leng Qianye stood by her side, looking at Xing Wuyun as well. He never thought that one of them would go first, and this person turned out to be Xing Wuyun.
Even the strongest person, seeing this scene in front of him, is all sentimental. Leng Qianye is holding the city wall tightly with one hand and the long sword at his waist with the other. He can't help but wonder when he will dead? If he leaves, will she cry in tears?
Thinking of this, he suddenly turned his eyes, and saw Feng Aotian looking unsatisfactorily.
Luo Chi watched the fourth prince die in front of him with his own eyes, but could do nothing. He knelt on the ground abruptly, kowtow.
The soldiers of Le Qiguo were also extremely sad. At this moment, they all knelt on the ground with sorrow on their faces and tears in their eyes, watching the four princes lying on the ground in Pingliang, his death was finally fulfilled. First battlefield.
Feng Aotian raised his hand, holding Leng Qianye's hand tightly, and said in a deep voice, "Retract!"
The horn sounded, with a scream, Feng Qiguo's soldiers withdrew back, but they did not have half the joy, some were just infinite sorrow.
"The emperor..." Leng Qianye's voice was a little dull, and when he saw the bone-corrupting chill in her eyes, he knew that she was also sad now.
He raised his hand and took her into his arms, "The emperor, Xing Wuyun's body..."
"He is not Xing Wuyun, he is the fourth prince of Le Qiguo, and the body is naturally going to be brought back to Le Qiguo." Feng Aotian's voice was still cold.
Leng Qianye was silent, just watching Le Qiguo's soldiers unwilling to get up for a long time, but knelt on the ground, motionless.
In late autumn, it had not rained for a month at the border gate. At this moment, the sky was flashing and thunder, and then there was a pouring rain, the rain fell, and it fell on Xing Wuyun’s beautiful face, his mouth was smiling, his clothes were soaked, but not half. Angry.
When Luo Chi saw this, even though he was sad, he ordered his body to be carried into the carriage, and returned to the barracks with his team.
In less than an hour, the white sails of the barracks hung up, and the whole army mourned.
Feng Aotian stood on the top of the tower, letting the rain fall on her, but she did not move at all.
Leng Qianye knew that she was in the mood now, so she was in the rain with her.
The violent storm washed away all the blood on the battlefield, and even his unruly face was also washed away.
It rained all night and didn't stop until dawn the next day.
The soldiers of Le Qiguo knelt in the camp all night.
When Le Ling received the secret letter, it was already after midday the next day, he was shocked to stand up from the dragon chair. What he said that day was just to let him go out and practice, and why is he so stubborn.
At the same time, the troops sent by Le Qiguo to Wuyue State and Fengqi State, the news of successive defeats spread to the ears of all countries. The four princes of Leqi State apologized with death, and the others were recalled to Beijing. This attack The war between Wuyue Kingdom and Fengqi Kingdom ended with such a tragic ending, and the countries couldn't help being shocked. The three powers, Leqiguo, could not even match the small third-class country? Not only did it fail to capture Fengqi Kingdom and Wuyue Kingdom, but instead defeated the battle and lost a prince.
Luo Chixin was unwilling to return to Le Qiguo with Xing Wuyun's coffin. On the way, the morale of the soldiers was low, and everyone was immersed in the suicide of the four princes, unable to extricate themselves.
After a day and night of attack, Luo Yun was finally defeated, but he was convinced that he was defeated. He was not unwilling to do so. It was because his formation was seamless, but Mu Hanyao found a flaw, and then he swept it all out. It shows that his skills are not as good as others, but this is just the beginning. He believes that they will definitely fight again soon.
He left the border of Wuyue State without any reluctance, and headed to Leqi State.
Mu Hanyao stood on the tower and watched Luo Yun leave. He fought extremely happily in this battle, but when he received the news of Xing Wuyun's death, sadness flashed in his heart, and he couldn't help thinking about himself. How long can you live? Can you stay with her until she gets old?
Meteor is happy, after all, now that Wu Yueguo is in peace, he can go to find the Holy Lord.
The little white snake was also happy. It raised the head of the snake, but saw Mu Hanyao, who had never shown any expression, and a deep sadness flashed in his eyes.
It quickly rubbed the arm of Meteor, motioning him to look at Mu Hanyao.
Meteor raised his head and looked at Mu Hanyao, naturally knowing why he was so sad. The soldiers of Wu Yue Kingdom and Feng Qi Kingdom were naturally the happiest in this battle, but for Mu Hanyao, they were indescribably sad.
Mu Hanyao took the troops to rest at the border of Wuyue Kingdom for a day, then left Wuyue Kingdom and rushed to Qicheng.
Meteor and Little White Snake originally thought that Mu Hanyao would go to the border gate to the east of Fengqi Kingdom, but he did not expect him to go to Qicheng. However, now his main task is to protect Mu Hanyao and follow him to Qicheng. .
Wei Zi was sitting in the carriage, and within a few days, he would be able to rush to the border of Feng Qiguo. Looking at the letter paper in his hand, his always cold eyes flashed by surprise and disbelief. How can I not figure out why Xing Wuyun committed suicide? He didn't even believe that Xing Wuyun was really dead.
He immediately flew away from the carriage, and he wanted to see it with his own eyes.
After Leng Qianye retreated, Feng Aotian ordered him to return to Qicheng.
"The emperor, the minister will accompany you." Leng Qianye took her into his arms and asked in a low voice.
Feng Aotian shook his head, "Han Yao is now rushing to Qicheng, you meet him, and you are needed in Qicheng."
"But, the emperor, where are you going?" Leng Qianye looked at her and couldn't help asking.
Feng Aotian said in a low voice, "He is the Lord's person, don't think that he is dead, he can escape."
Leng Qianye understood what she meant, and then said, "The emperor, the minister is waiting for you in Qicheng."
"Good." Feng Aotian nodded, raised his hand, and stroked his face, "Be careful all the way."
"Well, the emperor, so do you." Leng Qianye nodded slightly. At this moment, he felt that it was good to be alive. At least, he could see her and feel her.
Feng Aotian got up, left the border, and flew away in the direction of Le Qiguo.
Leng Qianye watched her leaving, then looked at Yi Wu beside her, "Back to Qicheng."
"Yes." Yi Wu took the order, and then went to prepare.
In the capital of Fengqi State, Mr. Cat also got the news of Xing Wuyun's suicide. He was shocked, obviously a little unbelievable.
"Suicide?" Father Cat raised his eyes, looked at Po, and asked in a low voice.
"Exactly." Po nodded.
"Why did he commit suicide?" The cat father-in-law was a little confused, really to defeat the war?
"This, the subordinates don't know, but the master treats him very well." Po quickly replied.
The cat father-in-law sat on the soft couch, holding up the tea cup, thoughtfully.
Po stood on one side and couldn't see the emotions of Father Cat. However, thinking of the scene of Xing Wuyun's suicide, he could not help but sigh. After all, they did not expect Xing Wuyun to have such courage.
Lan Jing was reviewing the memorial, obviously startled by the news, and then raised his eyes, "You say it again?"
"Lady Lan, the four princes of Le Qiguo apologized and committed suicide in front of the soldiers of the two armies." Jingxi whispered back.
"It's a person," Yi Mu said lightly when Lan Jingshu was startled.
Lan Jingshu looked at Yi Mu, thinking about the suicide of the four princes of Le Qiguo. Then, what about the emperor?
Gu Yefeng looked at Lan Jingshu, "Why do you hear that Le Qiguo's four princes commit suicide?"
Lan Jingshu didn't know why, he just felt that there was something he didn't know about, and then he calmed down, "It's okay, but I was a little surprised."
"Hey, I'm a little curious, what do these four princes look like?" Gu Yefeng couldn't help but ask.
Jingxi said from one side, "The minion heard that the four princes are handsome and elegant, and Su Ri likes to wear a goose yellow brocade robe and hold a folding fan in his hand. It is very romantic."
Lan Jingshu raised his eyes and looked at him, "You say it again?"
"Master, what's the matter with you?" Jingxi was taken aback, looked at Lan Jingshu and asked.
"Say what you just said again?" Lan Jingshu looked at Jingxi, and for the first time, cold and sharp flashes in his eyes.
Jingxi quickly lowered her head and repeated what Shicai had said without saying a word.
Lan Jingshu raised his eyes and looked at Yi Mu, "Don't you guess who these four princes are?"
"You mean?" Yi Mu couldn't help but be surprised.
"Hey, who are you talking about?" Gu Yefeng Suri has been at the mansion. Although he has heard about the talented and beautiful people outside, he has basically seen it. Xing Wuyun alone always misses him, so he has never seen it. Xing Wuyun didn't know it either.
"I hope, it's not what I thought." Lan Jingshu lowered his eyes dimly and whispered.
"Yes, otherwise, the emperor is afraid..." Yi Mu also responded softly.
Gu Yefeng looked at the two people in front of him doing a dumb riddle, and quickly asked, "What are you two talking about?"
"Forget it, don't talk about it." Lan Jingshu looked at Gu Yefeng, "Continue to review the memorials."
"Yeah." Yi Mu nodded.
Gu Yefeng was a little anxious, "Can't you two be frank?"
The two were silent and ignored him.
Gu Yefeng felt boring, but he was also aroused by curiosity. With a anger in his heart, he coldly snorted, lowered his head, and continued to look at the memorial.
Ye Meixi had just returned to the palace when she heard the news of Xing Wuyun's suicide. She was a little surprised. In his opinion, according to Xing Wuyun's temperament, he is not such a person who cannot think about it. There must be some reason for this.
He immediately sat down, using his tea while speaking, "Can you find out the trace of Ling Shuangxue?"
"No." Chuxia stood on one side and replied faithfully.
"Continue to investigate." Ye Meixi wondered where she is?
"Yes." Early Summer Chui answered.
Ye Meixi then got up, walked into the inner hall, replaced her brocade robe, lay on the dragon couch, and closed her eyes to rest.
Chuxia and Xianghan have already retired, knowing that these few days, Ye Meixi must have worked hard.
So, after a day, and now the night is quiet, Luo Chi saw that he was about to rush to the border of Le Qiguo, and immediately ordered people to camp and rest here.
A dark shadow suddenly fell, and then flashed into a camp tent, watching a coffin placed in the center of the camp, she went forward, raised her hand, pushed the coffin away, and looked at Xing Wuyun lying peacefully inside, raising her hand. , Took him out of the coffin, and then put down a corpse in his hands, and his face was wearing a mask, just like Xing Wuyun.
Feng Aotian then flashed away and left the camp, flicking his finger, the fire fell into the camp, and then the raging fire was gasped.
Soldiers patrolling outside watched the camp on fire, hurriedly called out, and kept fighting the fire.
Standing on a big tree not far away, with a fascinating red figure watching the black figure fly away, his cold eyes flashed with relief, and then fly away.
This black shadow took Xing Wuyun's body through the dense forest, then walked into a mansion, then walked into the main house, and placed him on the bed.
This black shadow is Feng Aotian. She looked at the dagger on Xing Wuyun’s chest at this time, then put him on the bed and sat cross-legged, while she sat opposite him, raised her hand, and lifted the dagger on his chest. The dagger was pulled out, and the blood had dried up. She quickly raised her hand, tapped the acupuncture point on her chest, put a piece of jade pendant in her arms in his mouth, put her palms against his chest, and a white light covered him. He closed his eyes and held his breath.
The moonlight outside the window was bright and clear, falling into the house, the candlelight swaying inside the house, the curtains were misty, and the two sitting on the bed as if time had stopped at this moment, without the slightest change.
It was not until dawn the next day that Feng Aotian put his palms away and put away the white light. Seeing that his bloodless complexion had now recovered some vitality, he raised his hand, held his pulse for him, sighed slightly, and laid him flat on the bed. She got off the bed, took out the silk kerchief, wiped the sweat on his forehead, stared at his unruly face, took out the jade pendant in her mouth, got up, and walked out of the house.
As soon as she stepped out of the house, she felt suffocated in her chest and spit out a mouthful of blood. She quickly raised her palms to adjust her internal strength.
At this time, Luo Yun looked at the burnt corpse inside the coffin, and couldn't help but feel heartbroken. He even hated the despicable villain who dared to burn the coffin of the fourth prince.
He felt that he was incompetent, and even the bodies of the four princes could not be protected. Then, not dare to delay, he rushed to Leqiguo with his troops.
Le Ling felt dull when he learned that his emperor brother had gone. After all, if his emperor brother secretly helped, how could he defeat the emperor and become the emperor?
He counted the time and waited for Luo Chi's men and horses upstairs in the capital city early in the morning until the setting sun went down, and the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on his handsome and calm face. He stared directly at the men and horses slowly coming in the distance. With the coffin on the carriage, his eyes became even colder.
Luo Chi got the news early in the morning and knew that the emperor would come to welcome the corpses of the four princes. At this moment, his heart was extremely heavy. He would rather die by himself than let the four princes suffer accidents.
Le Ling got off the tower and stood at the gate of the city. Luo Chi quickly got off his horse and knelt on the ground, "The emperor, the minister is damned!"
Le Ling then raised his hand, and the soldiers behind Luo Chi let out a path. He walked forward step by step, waiting to stand in front of the coffin, raising his hand, stroking, and then said, "The fourth prince is the king of cloud. Bury the tomb."
"The King of Clouds, Thousands of Years, Thousands of Years!" Baiguan and the generals knelt on the ground, shouting.
Le Ling pushed the coffin away. When he saw the unrecognizable people in the coffin, he looked sideways, looking at Luo Chi who was kneeling on the ground, and said in a deep voice, "What's the matter?"
Luo Chi hurriedly replied, "Please punish the emperor. Last night, a culprit tried to burn the coffin of the fourth prince."
Le Ling then looked at the corpse in the coffin, raised his hand, and tore away the black brocade robe on his body, turning his body around. When he saw the cinnabar on the back of his neck, he looked at his palm again, carefully After the ground check, disappointment flashed in his eyes, and he closed the coffin, "Buried another day!"
"Yes." everyone responded.
Le Ling turned around and stepped forward. This time, he was unfavorable when he went to school. Now, after Xuanyuanyu, he has become the second joke in the world.
As the sky darkened, Feng Aotian pushed the door and walked in, holding the porridge in his hands, placing it on the table, lifting a step, and walking forward.
She just sat down and stared at Xing Wuyun, thinking that when he first saw him, he came down from the upper floor of Furong Pavilion, dressed in a light robe and soft belt, handsome and extraordinary, with a free and unrestrained smile at the corner of his mouth, especially that. A pair of peach eyes is even more fascinating. When we met for the second time, she let him undress and then enter the dormitory. Without a word, he took off his clothes without any restraint, and walked into her dormitory like that. Then, what happened All kinds of things, he would always laugh off, that open temper, that behavior that does not take any restraints, whoever looks at him will think he is a romantic and noble boy, but she can see the loneliness and loneliness in his eyes. Loneliness.
She turned her eyes sideways, leaned her body, and closed her eyes slightly.
Xing Wuyun seems to have a long dream. In the dream, he has no constraints. You don't have to work for anyone, you don't have to be in a dilemma, you don't have to be helpless, he is him, he who does not accept any constraints.
He slowly opened his eyes and raised his eyes, and he saw Feng Aotian who was dozing on his side. He was slightly startled, lowered his head, and saw that his chest injury had been bandaged. He raised his somewhat weak arm with one hand lightly. Covering the back of her hand lightly, feeling a faint warmth, he realized that he was still alive.
He closed his eyes and recalled what happened that day. When she caught him, she kissed him, forced his lips open, and put a cold pill into his mouth, the sweetness Pour into your heart, isn't it?
He opened his eyes again, but met the cold phoenix eyes. He wanted to say something, wanted to make a smile, but after all, he was powerless, just staring at her blankly.
Feng Aotian didn't speak, but raised him slightly, then got up, walked to the table, brought the porridge over, then sat down, put the porridge on his mouth and blew it gently, then put it on his lips.
Xing Wuyun blinked his eyes. Because of excessive blood loss, his eyes were a little dull, and his face was a little pale. He wanted to say something, but when he roared, he couldn't say it. He opened his mouth and swallowed the porridge. Tugging at the chest injury, frowned slightly.
Feng Aotian saw this, and then took another spoonful, put it in his own mouth, lowered his head, kissed his lips, and passed the porridge in. Xing Wuyun felt that the soft lips were mixed with a faint fragrance. The tasteless porridge is mixed with the slightest sweetness.
For some reason, he enjoys this kind of kiss at this moment, enjoying her gentleness to himself, but quietly let her feed him. After he was fed a bowl of porridge, Feng Aotian helped him lie down and got up. , They want to leave.
Xing Wuyun quickly raised his hand, tugged her sleeves, and stared at her.
Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at him, "Who are you?"
Xing Wuyun was startled slightly, and his muffled voice sounded, "Xing Wuyun."
"Not the Fourth Prince?" Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and asked in a deep voice.
"The four princes are dead, and I am Xing Wuyun." Xing Wuyun whispered. He didn't expect that he would still be alive, but now, he went to live a real life. She saved his life and she let him get it. After rebirth, he was very fortunate that she saved himself, not others.
Feng Aotian continued, "Do you still remember that day, you promised one thing."
"Yeah." Xing Wuyun nodded.
"In the future, you are not allowed to die without your master's permission." Feng Aotian looked at him and said solemnly.
He pulled up a faint smile, but it was so bright and moving, and he nodded slightly, "Okay."
Feng Aotian watched him always tugging at her sleeves, "Let go, Master cooks himself, and now you are fed, Master is still hungry."
Xing Wuyun's eyes flashed with brilliant light, "Did the emperor cook the porridge himself?"
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "This is my first time."
Xing Wuyun slowly loosened her sleeves, but he was in a very good mood. He suddenly felt that he was like a kite she had set out. Now, it is time to let him come back.
"Take a good rest." Feng Aotian turned around, took a step forward, covered him with the quilt again, and then turned and left.
Xing Wuyun turned his eyes and slowly closed, he just wanted to think quietly now.
Feng Aotian stepped up, left the house, walked into the kitchen, and started to be self-sufficient.
When Xing Wuyun was thinking about it, a black shadow fell, and he suddenly raised his eyes and looked at him, "It seems that I can't hide anything from you."
"Since you are going to die, you must die completely." Soi Ying said involuntarily, and raised his hand to attack him.
Xing Wuyun watched his stern palm and the wind hit him. Now, he just woke up, he didn't even have half the strength, but at this moment, Feng Aotian's words echoed in his mind, "Without the permission of the master, you are not allowed to die. !"
auzw.com He hurriedly tried his last strength, and then he flew from the bed and passed by the wind of his palm, but he was still shocked by internal force. His heart ached and the wound broke. He ignored it, and then rushed out of the house.
Feng Aotian heard the noise, his eyes sank, and then stepped out of the kitchen quickly and saw that Xing Wuyun had fallen to the ground, and a black shadow flew out of the house, and then another palm hit Xing Wuyun.
Feng Aotian flew up, met the sharp palm wind of the black shadow, and shielded Xing Wuyun behind her. She raised her eyes and looked at the black shadow wearing a veil in front of her. Her eyes sank, "You dare to move him?"
The black shadow looked at her, her eyes shot coldly, and in a flash, he flew away.
Seeing him leaving, Feng Aotian quickly turned around and squatted on the ground. He saw Xing Wuyun's mouth with blood, one hand covering his chest, the other hand resting on the ground, looking at her.
Feng Aotian quickly helped him up, pulled him into his arms, and stroked his back lightly, "With a master, no one dares to hurt you."
Xing Wuyun leaned in her arms with peace of mind. For the first time, he felt that his wandering heart had found the other shore. This was the harbor in his dream. The warmth in his dream illuminated his lonely and dark heart. He wanted to raise his hand, hugged her, and wanted to hold her firmly, but without the strength, he fainted in her arms.
Feng Aotian hurriedly helped him into the room, put him on the bed, took his pulse, and whispered, "Xing Wuyun, wake up your master, don't sleep!"
Xing Wuyun didn't seem to hear it, and Feng Aotian continued to growl again, "Be obedient, don't sleep!"
Xing Wuyun slowly opened his eyes, looked at her, and blinked.
Feng Aotian lifted his palm, gave him internal strength, lowered his head, kissed his lips, and gently sucked in.
Xing Wuyun is now weak, but he feels that he is surrounded by a mass of warmth, making him unwilling to close his eyes.
After a while, Feng Aotian left his lips, folded his palms, re-applied medicine to his wound, and bandaged it. Then he breathed a sigh of relief, raised his eyes, and watched him always look at her with his eyes open, she raised Hands, covering his eyes, "Go to sleep."
Xing Wuyun couldn't hold it, closed his eyes, and fell asleep deeply.
Feng Aotian thought of the black shadow of Shicai, and at a glance recognized that it was Dugu Xingye. She looked at Xing Wuyun again, wondering what is the relationship between him and Dugu Xingye? Why did he choose to commit suicide? All these questions can only be known when Xing Wuyun wakes up.
She watched him fall asleep, then got up and walked out of the house, but feeling uneasy, she said coldly, "I will prepare some food for the Lord."
The soul hurriedly appeared, bowed his head to answer, and then flashed away.
Feng Aotian sat beside the bed, looking at Xing Wuyun, her thoughts drifted away.
That familiar face, the pair of eyes that she would never forget, and that she didn’t want to remember, and his words, lingered in her ears. She had already died for him once, why did he want Entangled? And why is he here? Is he also dead?
Feng Aotian was full of doubts. After a while, the soul walked in with the food box, "Master, have a meal."
Feng Aotian nodded slightly, got up from the bed, walked to the table, sat down, looked at the meal in front of him, and then looked at the soul, "Can you catch up with the Lonely Night?"
"Subordinates are incompetent." The soul bowed his head.
Feng Aotian nodded slightly, "Does Le Qiguo have any doubts?"
"Emperor Le Qi saw the burned corpse, he was a little skeptical, but the master you made your mark early in the morning, so after the emperor Le Qi personally inspected it, his doubts were cleared." The soul then replied.
"Where is Wei Zimo's family team now?" Feng Aotian asked in a low voice.
"We will be at the border in five days." The soul then replied.
"Well, you send someone to greet you in person until you are safely escorted to the capital." Feng Aotian whispered.
"Is the master afraid that someone will beat the third prince?" the soul couldn't help asking.
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded. If so, then Dugu Xingye's next target should be Wei Zimo.
The soul hurriedly responded, "The subordinates will send someone to meet him immediately."
Feng Aotian nodded, and the soul left.
She took the meal by herself, and after she had used it, she got up, stood by the window, pushed the window to look at the depressed autumn scenery before her, thoughtfully.
Mu Hanyao rushed to Qicheng with his men and horses. Meteor and Little White Snake followed closely, and then they entered the camp outside Qicheng.
Jin Yao watched Mu Hanyao come back, and hurriedly greeted him, "General Mu!"
"Can there be movement in Qicheng?" Mu Hanyao asked in a cold voice, looking at Jin Yao.
"Still waiting." Jin Yao then said their plan again.
Mu Hanyao nodded, "If this is the case, then wait."
The meteor rushed over quickly, raised his head, looked at Jin Yao in front of him, and said with a smile, "Where is Xueke?"
Xue Ke heard that Mu Hanyao had returned. In the past two days, she was finally able to act on her own and walked into the camp with the support of Chu Lingtian.
Meteor turned his head, looked at Xue Ke, saw Chu Lingtian standing next to her, tutted twice, and then said, "The complexion is much better."
Xue Ke looked at the meteor, remembering that she had a one-sided relationship last time, and then took a step forward, "You are not with the master, so why did you run here."
"I'll leave later." Meteor thought that now that Mu Hanyao is safe and sound, he can leave with peace of mind.
Little white snake was anxious to rush to find Wang Zun, looked up, looked at the meteor, and vomited the letter.
Xue Ke said with a smile, "Then leave after lunch."
When the meteor heard something to eat, he nodded without hesitation, then smiled and looked at Mu Hanyao, "Don't worry, I will take care of the Holy Lord for you."
Mu Hanyao lowered his eyes and nodded slightly, agreeing to Meteor's words.
Jin Yao looked at the little ghost head in front of him, then at the little white snake in his arms, and then stepped forward, "Could it be the legendary dragon?"
"Yeah." Meteor nodded and responded without seeing the other place.
Little White Snake has no interest in getting to know others now. Its heart has already flown towards Feng Aotian.
Jin Yao saw that Xiaobai Snake seemed to be ignorant of her and didn't care, and then ordered to go down and prepare meals.
Meteor quit lunch, and said goodbye. Under the eyes of everyone, he disappeared in no time.
Chu Lingtian watched from one side, remembering how the meteor was riding on Xuanyuanyu's head that day, grabbing his ears, biting his head, and shook his head quickly.
Xue Ke looked sideways and looked at him, "What are you thinking about?"
"It's nothing, I will help you go back and rest." Chu Lingtian said as usual, how could he explode the embarrassment of his emperor.
Xue Ke didn't care, nodded slightly, and the two left the camp.
Jin Yao looked at Mu Hanyao, and then said, "General Mu, General Leng wants to come and can be there before dark."
"He's back?" Mu Hanyao thought about Leng Qianye's return, then the emperor returned.
"The emperor did not follow General Leng back." Jin Yao quickly added.
A touch of disappointment flashed in Mu Hanyao's eyes, and then slightly responded, turned around, and left the camp.
Jin Yao looked at Mu Hanyao's appearance and bit her head helplessly. Her master, the biggest ability is to incur a lot of love debts.
Before it got dark, Leng Qianye hurried back to Qicheng in a hurry. Mu Hanyao was already standing outside the camp, waiting for him. He immediately got off his horse and stepped forward to look at Mu Hanyao, "How is your injury?"
"No problem." Mu Hanyao looked at him, barely pulling out a smile, "Where is the emperor?"
"The emperor went to rescue Xing Wuyun." Leng Qianye replied truthfully.
At first, Mu Hanyao didn't know that Xing Wuyun was the fourth prince of Le Qiguo. Later, Meteor told him. Therefore, now, he is not surprised at all, just replied indifferently, "Yes."
Leng Qianye stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, "What happened to Qicheng?"
"Go in and talk about it." Mu Hanyao looked at Leng Qianye, and the two entered the camp.
It was late at night when Xing Wuyun woke up, Feng Aotian was still standing by the window, and the candlelight stretched her back to an extremely long time. He stared at her in a daze. He couldn't figure it out. He liked a man. Up?
Feng Aotian felt a puzzled gaze, turned around lightly, and saw Xing Wuyun staring at her. She stepped forward slowly, walked to his side, sat down, "Wake up?"
"Yeah." Xing Wuyun nodded, he still hasn't figured it out yet.
Feng Aotian saw him chattering so much, but now, yet so quiet, he couldn't help but chuckle, "What is your true temperament?"
Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and looked at her, "Does the emperor love my previous temperament or the current one?"
"No matter what kind of temperament you are, I only hope you can be yourself." Feng Aotian raised his hand and shook his hand. "Tell the Lord that the man today made you commit suicide?"
Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and looked at her, naturally knowing that when things have reached this point, there is no need to hide many things anymore. He slowly nodded, "Yes."
Feng Aotian continued, "What is your relationship with him?"
Xing Wuyun smiled, "I am the chess piece in his hand."
Feng Aotian wondered if Dugu Xingye was he? If it is him, this time is wrong.
"My position in the palace is very humble. At the age of eight, I almost died. He saved me and I owe him a life." Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and looked at her.
Feng Aotian knew that some things, like the scars he wanted to hide, were uncovered, and they were going to hurt again. She raised her hand and pressed her fingertips against his lips, "You have already paid him back, in the future , Your life is yours."
Xing Wuyun was grateful, she did not continue to ask, he couldn't help but sigh, Xing Wuyun, Xing Wuyun, you are really finished.
Feng Aotian looked at him, "What are you thinking about?"
Xing Wuyun suddenly curled his lips and smiled and said, "The emperor, I am now Xing Wuyun. Can I still keep the position of the leader of the Imperial Guard? I have to learn how to make wine at the place where I am."
Feng Aotian chuckled, "Well, keep it, you go back and take office."
"What about Wei Zimo, what are you going to do?" Xing Wuyun couldn't help asking.
"You still have to take care of yourself now." Feng Aotian raised his hand and knocked on his forehead.
Xing Wuyun quickly dissatisfied, "The emperor, the minister is a man, a man, this kind of knocking on the forehead should not be used on the minister in the future."
Feng Aotian laughed when he heard how quickly he changed his identity, then raised his hand and knocked on his forehead. Xing Wuyun murmured quickly and dissatisfiedly, "The emperor, you..."
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, "Huh? I like it."
Xing Wuyun hurriedly raised his hand and covered his forehead with his sleeve. "The minister disagrees."
Feng Aotian looked at him finally regaining his previous anger, so he relaxed, then leaned over, with his lips in his mouth, painted carefully, and then asked, "I like this too."
Xing Wuyun couldn't help sighing, what happened to him now? Being kissed by a man makes me really enjoy it.
Feng Aotian still held grudges, stroked his lips with his fingertips, and asked in a low voice, "Is your father's lips soft or those women's lips soft?"
Xing Wuyun was startled, and then muttered, "How did the minister know that from beginning to end, I only touched the emperor."
Feng Aotian listened to his words in a very good mood, and then asked nonchalantly, "Is the lord's lips soft?"
"Um..." Xing Wuyun responded.
Feng Aotian likes to quarrel with him so much that he finds life a bit fun.
Xing Wuyun felt that he must be ill. Otherwise, how could he fall in love with a man?
Feng Aotian then lay on his side and embraced him in his arms, "When did you think about the Lord?"
Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and looked at her, "Who said that the minister was tempted by the emperor?"
Feng Aotian's eyes sank, staring at him coldly, "You say it again?"
"But, the minister really likes to be a woman." Xing Wuyun replied with a bitter expression on his face.
Feng Aotian turned sideways, "Master is a man, don't you like it?"
Xing Wuyun was a little embarrassed, "No, but as a man, the minister will not be able to pass that level after all."
Feng Aotian thought that she really made them embarrassed, but now, she can't reveal her true identity very early, otherwise, her future road will be even more difficult.
"When I kissed you, did you hate it?" Feng Aotian approached him and asked in a low voice.
"No." Xing Wuyun shook his head. Not only did he not have it, but he also enjoyed it, and was even nostalgic.
Feng Aotian then asked again, "When you were in the house, did you feel uncomfortable?"
"It's not uncomfortable." Xing Wuyun also shook his head, feeling that her body was softer than a man, and there was a unique fragrance.
Feng Aotian then asked again, "The Lord is lying beside you now, sleeping with you, are you disgusted?"
"No." Xing Wuyun also whispered, feeling very comfortable.
"That's not it." Feng Aotian said directly, and then flicked his fingers, extinguishing the candlelight in the room, turned sideways and looked at him. Under the moonlight, his eyes became more charming, but her eyes became more and more intense. Cold.
Xing Wuyun thought back to her Shicai's question, and then felt that he didn't reject her, but liked her a lot. So, actually, he likes men in his heart? He has a habit of breaking sleeves?
He was suddenly frightened by his own thoughts. He suddenly felt that he was really poisoned, with a poison called Feng Aotian.
In the night, he kept his eyes open, looking at Feng Aotian’s face in front of him. When she closed her eyes, her face was not as cold as before, but a bit more tranquil, and there was also the femininity of a woman. He suddenly When I think of Lianghuai, I am out of my mind and curiosity. I peeked at her bathing. Although I didn't see all of it, I saw her shoulders half exposed, those slender legs like jade, and those jade feet, And when she wore ink hair, she was really beautiful and moving. Compared with Su Ri's majesty, she had a different beauty. Thinking about it this way, he felt that his vision was good.
However, he thought of the dark shadows in the day again, and his eyes flashed with helplessness. Although he had promised the man to commit suicide, he was rescued by Feng Aotian. He would find it and kill himself, Xing Wuyun was somewhat I wonder, why did he do this?
When Feng Aotian was stunned, his cold voice sounded, "Go to sleep, thinking too much has a headache."
Xing Wuyun condensed his thoughts, then moved slowly, approaching Feng Aotian, sniffing her unique fragrance, and then looking at her chest, thinking that every time she hugs her, her chest is more than an ordinary man They were all soft, he couldn't help but raised his hand, wanting to touch it, before he put his hand down, he was held in his hand by Feng Aotian, "Why hasn't this problem been corrected?"
Xing Wuyun smiled casually, "I'm just curious."
Feng Aotian opened his eyes abruptly, leaned close to him, and stared at his eyes, "When the time comes, I will let you touch him."
Xing Wuyun looked at the evil smile at the corner of Feng Aotian's mouth. He couldn't help but startled, but he was looking forward to it. He couldn't help but ask, "When is the time right?"
Feng Aotian then took a bite at the corner of his mouth, "While eating you dry."
Xing Wuyun's mouth twitched, "The emperor, the minister said that the minister is a man, even if it is...then...the minister should not take the initiative.
Feng Aotian chuckled, "The Lord has the final say."
Xing Wuyun curled his mouth, "The official still didn't look at it."
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and said in a low voice, "That's not up to you."
"The body is his own, doesn't the emperor like to be strong?" Xing Wuyun is always so entangled, he likes it, but he doesn't want to give in.
Feng Aotian put his hand around his waist and stroked his back lightly, "Master likes being strong."
Xing Wuyun smiled openly, "Then it depends on the emperor's ability."
Feng Aotian only laughed, and then closed his eyes again, "Seeing that you are in good spirits, but you have been tired for a long time."
Xing Wuyun knew that in order to save him, she must have spent a lot of effort, no longer quarreling with her, but unconsciously leaning against her, listening to her even breathing, slowly closing her eyes.
Before dawn, Feng Aotian woke up, and then saw a small figure slipping onto the bed and slipping into her arms.
She lowered her head, looked at the little devil's head in front of her, and whispered, "You came quickly."
The head of the little white snake was covered in the quilt, and he couldn't get it out. He could only keep rubbing against Meteor's arm, letting him make some space for himself.
Now that Meteor saw Feng Aotian, he threw Little White Snake out of the Nine Clouds, hurriedly put his arm around Feng Aotian's neck, and burst into tears, "Holy Lord, Meteor misses you so much."
The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth twitched and looked at him, what was going on in the early morning?
When Xing Wuyun woke up quietly, he saw a little baby in Feng Aotian's arms. He was startled, then watched him pouting the corners of his mouth, rubbing against Feng Aotian's shoulder, and sobbing constantly. With.
Feng Aotian raised his hand and tore the meteor from his arms, then stood up, looked sideways, and saw that Xing Wuyun had woke up.
She smiled and said, "Woke up?"
Xing Wuyun nodded and said, "Well, the emperor, who is he?"
Meteor looked at Xing Wuyun in front of him, "Are you the Fourth Prince of Le Qiguo?"
"I am not." Xing Wuyun denied.
Meteor didn't believe it, raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, "Isn't it?"
"From now on, he is Xing Wuyun." Feng Aotian said as he got off the bed.
The Meteor lay on all sides where Feng Ao Tianshi had just lay down, stretched out comfortably, and Xiao Bai Snake took this opportunity to slip out of Meteor's arms and fell into Feng Aotian's arms.
Xing Wuyun leaned on his side, looking at the meteor, and saw a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and he was still spitting bubbles, just fell asleep?
He raised his eyes and saw a little white snake looking up at Feng Aotian with its head up, and he couldn't help but feel a headache...
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