Chapter 166: Afraid that the Lord will leave you in the cold? (Two more)

Feng Aotian looked at him, opened his mouth, and took a bite of his finger.
Xing Wuyun did not pull his hands, but looked at her with a smile.
Feng Aotian released, holding his fingers in his hands, looking at the row of teeth marks on them, not crying or laughing, raised his hand, and took off his robe, leaving him in his shirt and covering him with brocade Was, "Just rest."
Xing Wuyun nodded, and slowly closed his eyes. With her beside him, he felt more relieved than ever.
Feng Aotian lay on his side, staring at him quietly, until he saw that he was asleep, gave a light kiss on the corner of his lips, got up slowly, and walked out of the inner hall.
Cat father-in-law stood on one side and handed the soup medicine to her, "Master, drink it while it is hot."
Feng Aotian took the decoction and drank it in one sip. After all, these few days have been accustomed to such bitterness, holding candied fruit, turning his eyes, watching the meteor holding one of the legs of the low table, drooling at the corner of his mouth, and already sleeping deeply. go with.
Feng Aotian looked at him amused, raised his eyes, and looked at Father Cat, "Master, go out."
"Okay." Mr. Cat responded with a smile.
Feng Aotian stepped up and left the emperor's sleeping hall. Father Cat stared at her leaving figure and stood there for a long time.
Feng Aotian walked to Jinxuan Palace on his own. Just after Lan Jingshu took a bath, he was leaning against the window, letting the cold wind blow on his cheek, he slightly raised his head because of the alcohol but not half of the sleepiness. , Closed his eyes and felt the biting cold wind.
He wrapped his arms around his chest and hugged himself tightly. Suddenly, he was taken into a warm embrace. He opened his eyes suddenly, and met the eyes that entangled in his heart. He was excited for a moment.
Feng Aotian looked at him, "Beware of the cold."
Lan Jingshu has a slightly drowsy face, his eyes have a faint blurry color, and his voice is a little low and dull, tremblingly calling, "The emperor..."
Feng Aotian stroked his back and could feel his shaking at the moment. She raised her hand and the window fell, shutting off the cold wind. She sat on the soft couch and let him lean in her arms. She looked down and looked down. At him, "Afraid the Lord will leave you in the cold?"
Lan Jingshu shook his head, trying to say something, but still didn't know where to start.
Feng Aotian lifted his chin, lowered his head, and kissed his lips, his fingers ran across his cold skin with a trace of coolness, but a touch of warmth arose.
Lan Jingshu closed his eyes and greeted her with a soft kiss. This long-lost feeling made him excited. He put his hands around her neck and leaned his body completely against her. Only then did he realize that he really cared about her.
Feng Aotian knew that he had never complained or regretted like this, and even if there was any sadness or pain, he would never show it, but just tolerate it silently.
She lightly sniffed the unique fragrance of his body, took his hand under the soft couch, walked to the bed, he leaned in her arms, the two embraced, he raised his eyes and looked at her, "My lord, these few Can you work hard?"
Feng Aotian looked at him, "Do you miss your master?"
"Yeah." Lan Jingshu nodded, not thinking, but really thinking, sometimes it hurts to think.
Feng Aotian lifted his jaw and looked at him, "Just thinking about it?"
Lan Jingshu retracted his gaze, a shy flash of light in his eyes, quietly leaning against her arms.
Feng Aotian knew that his temperament was like this, even if there was a fire in his heart, he would not say anything beyond etiquette.
She knew that in the past few days since she came back, she has really ignored him, "Master watched you resting."
Lan Jingshu leaned against her arms and slowly closed his eyes. At this time, his heart was warm. This night, he seemed to have a long and beautiful dream, and the self in the dream had a relationship with the emperor. Offspring?
Seeing him asleep, Feng Aotian carefully got off the bed, left Jinxuan Palace, and rushed to Meixiang Palace. Feng Aotian felt that sometimes it is not a good thing to have more beautiful men. This night, it was so tossing.
However, she felt it was worth it. She walked into Gu Yefeng's house and saw that he had not rested, but was bathing...
Feng Aotian stepped up, and after entering the screen, Gu Yefeng had a headache because of being drunk. He put one hand on the side of the bathtub and rubbed his eyebrows.
She looked at him like this, then took a step forward, walked behind him, raised her hand, covered his temple, and rubbed it lightly.
Gu Yefeng was startled, suddenly opened his eyes, raised his head, and met her cold phoenix eyes. He was silent for a moment, and then slowly closed his eyes, feeling the temperature of the fingertips.
Feng Aotian lowered her head and saw the beautiful scenery in the tub along the way. The corner of her mouth twitched, "Well, she is in good shape."
Listening to Feng Aotian's words, Gu Yefeng hurriedly raised his hand to block him and cursed in a low voice, "Rogue!"
"Master is a hooligan, then you don't like the hooligan." Feng Aotian leaned over, spraying heat in his ears.
Gu Yefeng shuddered, and quickly avoided, looking at her sideways, "The emperor, in the middle of the night, don't you accompany that handsome Xing son, what are you doing here?"
Feng Aotian looked at him, and snorted twice, "It seems jealous is not small."
"The minister dare not." Gu Yefeng replied, "If the minister is inconvenient, he won't send it to the emperor."
Feng Aotian watched him twisting, seeming to be angry, she gave a low laugh, leaned against the side of the screen, and said, "Since someone doesn't welcome Master, then Master is gone."
After speaking, he turned around and walked out.
Gu Yefeng raised his eyes and saw Feng Aotian had left. He leaned in the tub, slapped the water, and said in a low voice, "Emperors have been lucky since ancient times. That's a good idea."
"What are you talking about, Lord?" A cold voice sounded, and he saw Feng Aotian go and return.
Gu Yefeng raised his eyes and looked at her, "How can the emperor still be there?"
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, "If you let the master go, then the master will go. How can you save your face?"
Gu Yefeng coldly snorted again, "Really cunning."
Feng Aotian couldn't help sighing faintly, "Master is really unique in your heart, not a rascal, a lucky person, but a cunning person?"
Gu Yefeng raised his head, "More than that, he is still a disciple who loves the new and dislikes the old, and is merciful everywhere."
Feng Aotian listened to Gu Yefeng's complaining. How could it sound like the complaint of a woman in her boudoir? She was amused again, "When did you become so bitter?"
Gu Yefeng was stunned, and then he reacted. He snorted in embarrassment with the words that he just said, bowed his head, covering his chest, looking at her, "The emperor, please go out first, the minister is still bathing."
Feng Aotian then stepped forward, "What's so shy? Which place in your body hasn't been seen before."
As she said, she stepped forward unhurriedly, and by the way, she fished out Gu Yefeng from the tub, hugged him naked in her arms, walked out of the screen, and pulled the dress on her side to cover his. On the body, walked towards the bed.
Gu Yefeng was taken aback by Feng Aotian's behavior. It was inevitable that he was a little uncomfortable. When he was put on the bed, he quickly pulled up the quilt and covered himself with a shy face, "My lord, you Turn around, the minister wants to put on clothes."
Feng Aotian then lay on his side, looking at him, "Anyway, I still have to... it's better not to wear it later."
Her words were very frivolous, and Gu Yefeng's face turned red when he heard it, and he quickly turned his head away from looking at her.
Seeing that he was really shy, Feng Aotian raised his voice and laughed, then raised his hand, and pulled Jin to be pulled, and he let her look at him without an inch.
He looked at her, "Is the minister ugly?"
He thought of his own legs, because he hadn't walked all the time, they looked very ugly compared to ordinary people's legs.
Feng Aotian took the uniform beside him, put it on for him personally, bowed his head, and stroked his legs. Gu Yefeng shook his head, "The emperor, it's ugly."
Feng Aotian looked at him, "Can you feel in your legs?"
"No." Gu Yefeng shook his head, clutching the quilt, closing his eyes.
Feng Aotian looked at his legs. The meridians were intact and not born. Then it was man-made and should be a sign of poisoning. So who was it?
Thinking that he is only three years old, in the past ten years, he has been accompanied by a wheelchair. How much should he feel inferior in his heart?
With her palm condensing her inner strength, her fingertips ran across his knees, Gu Yefeng suddenly felt a needle-like pain in his right leg, and couldn't help but cried out, "Ah...it hurts..."
Feng Aotian's eyes flashed, "Does it hurt?"
"Well, it hurts." Gu Yefeng opened his eyes and looked at his legs. He couldn't believe that these legs, no matter how tortured by him, he never felt sensible over the years. But, today, he really Really felt the pain.
Feng Aotian then stepped into his inner strength again, the piercing pain extended to his limbs, his face suddenly turned blue, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood.
Feng Aotian quickly put away his palms and looked at him, "Lord look."
Gu Yefeng raised his hand and shook her hand, "The minister has never felt such pain."
Feng Aotian took out the Jinpa, wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth, and then put it away. The blood on it was dark black, and it must be poisonous. She wanted to take it to Father Jiu to have a look.
Gu Yefeng looked at her, "The emperor, the minister's legs..."
"Poisoned." Feng Aotian looked at him and answered truthfully.
"Poisoning?" Gu Yefeng was a little incredulous, "Isn't it a natural disease?"
Feng Aotian pointed his head, "It is indeed poisoned, but this kind of poison is not easy to detect. General imperial physicians and doctors can only find the target, but cannot find the root."
Obviously, it was the first time that Gu Yefeng heard that his leg was not born with a disability, but was poisoned. He looked at her, "Is that a solution?"
Feng Aotian lay on his side, embracing him in his arms, stroking his back lightly, soothing his emotions at the moment, "I don't know yet."
Gu Yefeng leaned in her arms and felt relieved. He couldn't help raising his hands and wrapping her waist, "The emperor, if the minister is accompanied by a wheelchair all his life, will the emperor dislike him?"
Feng Aotian lowered his head and stroked his handsome face. Those clear eyes reflected her face, and the expectation and worry in his eyes gave her a panoramic view.
She didn't answer, she just told him with action, lowered her head, kissed his lips, and gently bite. The suit that was just worn by the suit, has now faded away.
Gu Yefeng closed his eyes and felt her tenderness. His whole body seemed to be floating in the endless warm sun. He knew that he had fallen into it and couldn't help himself.
Feng Aotian looked at him, "Lord never knows, you still think wildly."
Gu Yefeng leaned in her arms, "The people around the emperor are all outstanding, handsome and beautiful, and the minister is too insignificant."
Feng Aotian raised his jaw, "In the heart of the Lord, you are an independent and special existence, that's enough."
Gu Yefeng chuckled, "Why is the minister planted in the hands of the emperor."
Listening to the helplessness in his words, Feng Aotian still had a touch of warmth, she curled her lips and smiled, "It is destined."
Gu Yefeng raised his sword eyebrows slightly and laughed louder, "The minister is very lucky."
Feng Aotian hugged him, "Go to sleep, tossing all night."
Gu Yefeng nodded slightly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and fell asleep with his eyes closed.
Feng Aotian also slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully.
Father Cat waited all night, but Feng Aotian didn't come back. He sighed faintly, brought in the prepared soup medicine, and saw the soul flying down.
"What's the matter?" Mr. Cat looked at the soul and asked sharply.
auzw.com "Leng Peihan found it." The soul looked at Father Cat and continued.
Father Cat looked at the soul with an unpleasant expression, "Alive or dead?"
"Alive." The soul replied truthfully.
"Alive, then bring it over." Mr. Cat replied casually, but he felt the look of his soul strange, and then asked, "Did she have an accident?"
"Yeah." The soul nodded. "Last night, someone went to steal the baby girl, and the subordinates took someone to chase after him. As a result, the person who found the first baby girl was Leng Peihan."
Father Cat exclaimed, "What? How could it be her? Her little three-legged cat skills still need to be done by the family."
Soul also found it incredible, thinking about how Leng Peihan's martial arts has advanced by leaps and bounds, and, as if there is an evil spirit, he looked at the cat father and said, "It is indeed her, but her martial arts is very strong."
Grandpa Cat sneered, "Could it be that this Leng Peihan has taken some magic bullet? Besides, what did she do to steal the baby girl?"
"This... the subordinates fought with her last night and felt that her martial arts was very vicious, but she escaped later, and the subordinates snatched the baby girl back." The soul continued.
"It really surprised the Sajia a lot." Father Cat drew out the silk kerchief and said, covering the corners of his mouth.
Xing Wuyun was awakened by the cat's father-in-law, raised her eyes, and saw that she was empty next to her. Thinking about it, she did not stay here last night. A sneer flashed in his eyes, then he got up, held his aching forehead, and walked out .
Father Cat looked at Xing Wuyun, stepped back quickly, and then asked, "Are you sober?"
"Yeah." Xing Wuyun nodded.
The cat father-in-law patted his chest in a false alarm, then gave him a side of sober soup, "Drink this."
Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and looked at Mr. Cat. He felt a little strange. Then he took the sober soup, drank it, and looked at him, "Where is the emperor?"
"It should be at Gu Yefeng's place." Mr. Cat said lightly, looking at the soul beside him, "She didn't succeed last night, she will definitely act again tonight."
"Subordinates feel so too." The soul then replied.
Feng Aotian pushed Gu Yefeng to the emperor's bedroom, and saw the soul and cat father-in-law, "what's the matter?"
Father Cat stepped forward, looked at Feng Aotian, and said quickly, "Master, do you know who stole the baby girl?"
Feng Aotian looked at Mrs. Cat with a look of surprise, thinking that this person must be the most unlikely person, and he is someone they are familiar with, and then said, "Leng Peihan?"
"Master, you are too smart." Father Mao patted his hands, exclaimed, and then said, "Leng Peihan's martial arts has greatly increased, and even his soul has missed."
Feng Aotian turned his eyes and looked at the soul, "Really see that it is her?"
"The subordinates have fought against her, her martial arts is very vicious, she is indeed Leng Peihan." The soul replied truthfully.
"How could she suddenly increase her martial arts?" Feng Aotian asked a little puzzled.
Xing Wuyun on one side then stepped forward, raised his hand, took Feng Aotian into his arms, looked down at her, and seemed to express her dissatisfaction that she once again let herself guard the vacant room yesterday.
Feng Aotian gave a low laugh, thinking about when he cared so much, and let him hold it.
Gu Yefeng raised his eyes and watched Feng Aotian and Xing Wuyun's eyes meet, then looked down, no longer thinking.
"The minister thinks this matter can be asked about the meteor." Xing Wuyun looked at the meteor who was sleeping soundly on the soft couch at the moment, then turned his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian.
Feng Aotian nodded, then stepped forward and picked up the meteor from the soft couch, "Meteor, wake up."
The meteor was held in mid-air by Feng Aotian. His feet were in the air. It was really uncomfortable. The saliva at the corner of his mouth was not dry. He couldn't help sucking, raising his hand, rubbing his wry eyes, waiting to see Feng Aotian. Somewhat dissatisfied, he pouted the corners of his mouth, "Holy Lord, Meteor is still asleep."
"After answering the questions, go to sleep." Feng Aotian looked at him with this pitiful appearance, knowing that he was indeed not awake, disturbing his dreams, which is indeed not good, but the situation is urgent now.
"Yeah." The meteor nodded faintly, and Feng Aotian released him, and he fell on the soft couch, holding his head hard.
Feng Aotian then sat next to him, "You said, a man suddenly increased his martial arts, and he also stole a baby girl. Why?"
Meteor strenuously opened his eyes that had stuck together, tried several times, and finally failed. He simply closed his eyes, and his immature voice sounded, "Holy Lord still remember the spirit race of the Yu Kingdom?"
"Well, naturally you know that you were still injured by the Spirit Race." Feng Aotian nodded and said, she will not let this matter go, she will definitely get it back a hundred times in the future.
Meteor went on to say, "Thousands of years ago, the Spirit Race had a civil strife. It was similar to the'Innocent Door' of the year. There was a sense of righteousness and thanks. The Spirit Race also experienced unprecedented changes. Now it is the Spirit in the Rain Country. Thousands of years ago, there was an evil aura derived from the essence of a baby girl to cultivate spiritual qi. Later, it was extinguished by the spiritual aura."
"You mean, people of the spirit race are the ones who the baby girl now?" Feng Aotian wondered how the spirit race would go to Fengqi State to do evil, isn't it in the rain country?
"It's a person of evil spirits." Meteor said, and became drowsy.
Feng Aotian looked at the meteor and wondered, if it is an evil person, then why is it related to Leng Peihan? She can't be a member of the Spirit Race.
Feng Aotian turned his eyes and looked at the soul, "Tell Lord Leng Peihan's whereabouts every day during these days."
With his soul lowered, he took out a booklet and handed it to Feng Aotian.
Feng Aotian looked at the booklet in front of him, which recorded in detail who Leng Peihan had contact with each day and what he did. It looked normal.
When she saw that five days ago, she had been to the courtyard of the West Palace. She raised her eyes and looked at the soul, "What are Lu Yunxiu doing with the nine princesses of Yuguo in the past few days?"
Soul then handed her the other two books. She opened the books and looked at them, but there was no intention. Then she got up and looked at Gu Yefeng and Lan Jingshu and Yi Mu, who had just entered the emperor’s bedroom, "Tell the Lord. What unusual behaviors did Leng Peihan have in the past few days?"
"I don't like to laugh, I don't like to talk. I left in a hurry since I came out of the police station and didn't socialize with anyone." Gu Yefeng said first.
Feng Aotian looked at Lan Jingshu and Yi Mu, "What else?"
"She is indeed a little abnormal. In the past, she was the busiest in the Metropolitan Procuratorate, but these days, she just sits in front of her own public case and deals with her own affairs, and rarely talks with others." Lan Jingshu immediately Speak out of a doubt.
"The minister saw that she had been to the backyard of the Metropolitan Procuratorate several times." Yi Mu said quickly.
Feng Aotian's eyes dimmed, and then stood up, "Go to the Metropolitan Procuratorate."
"Master, drink the soup medicine first." The cat father hurriedly passed the soup medicine to her.
Feng Aotian took the soup bowl, took a sip, and then walked away, "You don't have to wait in a hurry, it's normal."
"Yes." Lan Jingshu three people bowed their heads.
Father Cat has already left the palace with Feng Aotian.
Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and looked at Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng with interest. Seeing that the two of them looked very good, thinking about the last night, Feng Aotian was really busy, and went to three places overnight. It is really beautiful, beautiful woman In my arms.
Lan Jingshu raised his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, "What's the matter?"
"Did you sleep well last night?" Xing Wuyun asked with a smile.
"Very good." Lan Jingshu thought of the warmth last night, with a faint smile on his eyebrows.
"That's fine." Xing Wuyun's eyes flickered and looked at Gu Yefeng, "What about Gu brother?"
"Very good." Gu Yefeng looked down and responded with a smile.
Xing Wuyun looked at the two with a smile but a smile, then turned around and walked into the inner hall to wash.
Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng were naturally tacit, watching Xing Wuyun turn around and leave, the two raised their eyes and looked at Yi Mu, "Let's leave the palace too."
"Okay." Gu Yefeng and Yi Mu responded, and the three slowly walked towards the palace gate.
After washing and washing, Xing Wuyun ordered Hou's Sixi outside the hall to prepare breakfast. He happily used it, and stepped to the courtyard.
Duke Jiu was busy making wine early in the morning. When he saw Xing Wuyun arrived on time, he just said lightly, "Go ahead."
"Yes, Master." Xing Wuyun nodded. He suddenly remembered those days in the palace. He was very relaxed. Although he was brushing the wine jar, he didn't have any distracting thoughts.
He rolled up his sleeves, sat on the stone bench on one side, bent over, and started washing with ease.
When Meteor woke up, it was midday. He rubbed his eyes and saw that there was no one in the dormitory. He got off the soft couch, stretched out, felt himself washing himself, and walked out refreshed. , I remembered that when Shi Cai was half awake, the Holy Lord had asked him questions.
He raised his eyes and looked at Si Xi, "Where is the cat?"
"Go to the police station." Si Xi replied with his head down.
"Oh." Meteor nodded and touched his stomach, "I'm hungry."
Sixi could not see that the meteor looked at him pitifully, and quickly replied softly, "The servant will go and prepare lunch for you."
"Okay." Meteor replied with a smile, then turned around, looked at the candied fruit on the table, and quickly squeezed a piece of it and put it in his mouth with a face of satisfaction.
Xing Wuyun brushed the wine jar for a whole afternoon, dragged a somewhat tired body and walked in. When he saw that only meteors were left in the palace, he sat beside him and pinched a piece of candied fruit in the entrance, feeling clear. Sweet, "Who made it?"
"Mao Mao's exclusive secret system." Meteor replied triumphantly.
Xing Wuyun nodded and was about to pinch another piece. Meteor took the plate in his arms first, and looked at him, "I'll give you a piece, which is enough to give you face."
Xing Wuyun looked at him like this, as if he would eat another piece, he would desperately and shook his head helplessly, "Do you remember what you said this morning?"
"Yeah." Meteor baby looked at the candied fruit in his arms, then pinched a piece, nodded in the mouth.
"Then you know, who is the evil spirit of the Spirit Race?" Xing Wuyun looked at him and asked.
"I don't know, I know that the evil person has already been wiped out, and now it suddenly appears, it is really puzzling." Meteor looked at Xing Wuyun, and then said, "This matter, I am afraid that I will go to the Spirit Race."
"Then how can we get rid of evil people?" Xing Wuyunfu asked again.
"If it is really the evil spirit of the spirit race, then the baby girl lost in the past few days may have been sucked away by him, and his spiritual power has greatly increased. If this continues, even the righteous spirit of the spirit race will not be able to subdue him. "Meteor replied five to ten.
"What about now?" Xing Wuyun always felt that there must be something involved.
"Now, I haven't seen him, and I can't sense his existence, naturally I don't know what he is like, but the spirit race righteousness should be able to sense it." Meteor then replied, "Last time, I went to the spirit race, I have offended the clan master of the spirit race, besides, the rain country is far away from the Fengqi country, and it takes five days to go back and forth at the earliest. When I ask it back, the evil person is probably more difficult to deal with."
"It seems that this matter is very tricky." Xing Wuyun looked at him, "How do you know about Wuxiemen?"
Meteor looked at him, "Are you the head of Innocent Sect?"
Xing Wuyun was noncommittal, "It seems that you are really a kid."
"Hmph, I know a lot." Meteor raised an eyebrow triumphantly and looked at Xing Wuyun, "It's just that, since you are the head of Innocent Sect, why are you controlled by others?"
"Don't you know everything?" Xing Wuyun supported his chin with one hand and played with a tea cup with the other, looking at him.
"I only know the surface. As for the deep level, I am not a or man. How can I know all of them." Meteor looked at Xing Wuyun and said lightly, curiously saying, "Your background is really complicated, and it is Feng Qiguoxing. The son of Xiangzhi is still the three princes of Le Qiguo, and even the head of the innocent sect, but you are held back by others, which is really puzzling. So, is your thoughts on the Holy Lord true or false? I know. , The Holy Lord may not be ignorant, even if you hide no matter how deep, why the Holy Lord does not ask, it must be too painful to make you think about the past.
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