Chapter 20: So sad, do you miss the master?

Father Feng flicked the dust, glanced at the frozen Ye Meixi in the hot spring pool, snorted in his heart, and followed Feng Aotian to Mu Hanjin's Qinghui Pavilion.
Qinghui Pavilion is a newly built courtyard specially built by Feng Aotian for Mu Hanjin. The exterior of the courtyard is surrounded by pink walls, with green willows hanging down, and the courtyard is connected by a yong road, dotted with mountains and rocks. The east wing is decorated with hundreds of green bamboos; two plants beside the west wall Green pine; a dozen pots of autumn chrysanthemums under the southern eaves, budding; a gap suddenly opened under the wall of the backyard, and the clear spring was poured into the wall, around the step edge house to the front yard, hovering out of the bamboo, and the whole courtyard was transparent Elegant and delicate.
At this time, Lan Jingshu and Mu Hanjin are playing flutes alone and painting by the other. Now, they are like canaries locked in cages, except to pass the time with this poem and song to comfort them With a dying heart, to dispel the repression and struggle and pain of the heart, can I barely feel that I still have such a trace of nostalgia and value in this world.
When Feng Aotian arrived, he prevented the who was guarding the court from going to report, and instead followed the quiet and quiet sound of the flute all the way to the east.
The green bamboo moves with the wind, Mu Hanjin is dressed in snow-white silk and satin, with a white silk long tassel tied around her waist, a piece of mutton white jade, covered in soft smoked silk gauze, her black hair tied with a white silk band, and her eyebrows grow in. Temple, slender and gentle eyes, beautiful nose bridge, jade-like fingers holding a white jade flute, the breeze is blowing, the flute's low sound carries an inevitable melancholy, just like his elegant and dust-free temperament, not stained Impurities.
And under Qing Matsushita, Lan Jingshu is dressed in a light blue brocade robe, with a gentle and elegant temperament, holding a paintbrush in hand, depicting the scene in front of him, every movement, as quiet as the green pine behind him.
Feng Aotian walked forward and walked quietly to the side of Lan Jing's book, admiring his paintings, which are just a picture of autumn chrysanthemums, and the painters are also exquisite.
The sound of the flute stopped, and he had just closed his pen. A gentle smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He admired his paintings. He was about to lift his eyes and looked at Mu Hanjin under the bamboo shadow to the east. He turned his eyes and saw Feng Aotian is watching the painting in his hands intently.
His figure stopped, and the calm posture of Shi Cai no longer existed. He knelt on the ground in a hurry, before his knees touched the ground, his arm was gently brought by Feng Aotian, he raised his eyes, and his gentle eyes met her with a smile but a smile. With cold eyes, his mind sank, now it is neither kneeling nor standing, I can only bow to my knees, "We have seen the prince."
"Get up." Feng Aotian let go of his arm, and then set his gaze on the map of Qiuju before him.
"Lord Xie." Lan Jingshu was obviously a little embarrassed, thinking that in the past the regent never came to their courtyard in the day before. Whenever he favored them, he was sent to her bedroom at night, and he just returned to the house today. , Why come to Qinghui Pavilion? It really puzzled him.
Mu Hanjin put away the jade flute and stepped forward. Only then did he see Feng Aotian standing with his hands under Qing Matsushita, his elegant face flashed with disgust and hatred, returning to the coldness he used to be, and moving forward slowly. "Weichen see the prince."
auzw.com Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Mu Hanjin. The sound of Shi Cai's flute was too sorrowful, as if he was telling endless sorrow and faint sadness.
He is indeed beautiful and beautiful, especially his indifferent temperament, calm and unhurried, but with a somewhat stubborn, somewhat arrogant temperament, and he has the capital to make Feng Aotian bother him.
"Come here." Feng Aotian said in a cool tone. Such an elegant person would naturally have to be well trained. However, such an arrogant person but a very indifferent view of fame and wealth is imprisoned. With the Prince Regent's Mansion, he suffered all the humiliation, and he was afraid that the former Feng Aotian had become a thorn in his heart, and he would never be able to pull it out.
However, she didn’t want to remove this thorn. Not only could it not be removed, but the thorn became deeper and deeper, so that the thorn became a heart knife loyal to her and stuck in his heart. However, looking at him The appearance between the eyebrows and the eyes is somewhat similar to that of Mu Hanyao, they are all the kind of temperament that would rather bend than bend, but unfortunately, because of this, it is controlled by her.
Mu Hanjin has a conditioned dislike of Feng Aotian’s touch, remembering that every time she tortured him, he always gritted his teeth and silently endured it, but the more so, the more it aroused her evil tyranny Inwardly, every time, he would be tortured by her and couldn't get out of the bed. He could only recover some strength by lying in bed for five days.
Reluctantly, with a faint expression on his face, he concealed his disgust, and moved forward step by step until he reached Feng Aotian, but was caught by her unexpectedly. There was a gentle touch between her brows and eyes. He couldn't understand the soft light, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he said in a low voice, "Master listened to your flute sound and came, but your flute sound can be filled with deep sorrow, do you miss your master?
Mu Hanjin was a little startled, the first thought in her mind was, what is the regent? In the past, she wouldn't tease him so much, let alone say such frivolous words. Which time did she say that was not extremely ugly, crude and vulgar?
Of course, Feng Aotian knew the vulgar piety of her predecessor. In her eyes, except for the emperor who had died, other men were sexually abused playthings to her. She would only be able to treat them so horribly. Get such a bit of joy and happiness.
Feng Aotian couldn't erase the abnormal behavior of her predecessor, but she could add a little more color to this abnormal behavior, for example, Mu Hanjin in front of her could not be too violent to him.
She clamped Mu Hanjin's waist with her hands. Compared with Ye Meixi's boneless waist, his waist was relatively weak, but it still felt very good. The cold fingers were separated by the brocade cloth. , Wandering on his body, drawing a little tingling sensation, her red lips have already reached his ears, spraying his white and tender earlobes with a touch of pink, which is very attractive, "Why don't you reply to the Lord?"
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