Chapter 234: Can't you take the initiative?

Inside Wuxiemen, Xing Wuyun changed into a wisteria brocade robe. Now he is lying on a soft couch, listening to the wind in the mountains, looking at Xuanyue outside the window, with a pleasant expression, peachy eyes flowing, red lips slightly hooked, compared to A goose-yellow brocade robe has a unique charm. If it was unruly before, it is now a little more elegant.
He put down the wine glass unhurriedly, his fingertips tracing the lines on the edge of the wine glass, and his voice sounded somewhat magnetic, "Open the way, let them in."
"Yes." The subordinate replied, just because the deployment was made early in the morning, and now he just listens.
Xing Wuyun put one arm on one side, while playing with the wine glass with the other hand, smiled and murmured.
He heard the sound of weapon handover in his ears, his eyes narrowed slightly, but with a bit of evil charm, red lips slightly pursed, but with a flick of his fingers, he heard the sound of cracking bamboo, and then the screams resounded. Skyrim.
The brief quarrel did not continue, and his subordinates came to report, "Sect master, none of the people who went up the mountain survived."
"Yeah." Xing Wuyun smiled again, and said leisurely, "Since I'm here, why hide?"
As soon as the voice fell, I saw a dark shadow falling, holding the sword in his hand, standing in front of him, the coldness that shot in those eyes, no one felt it permeated.
Xing Wuyun didn't glance at the person in front of him, and said casually, "Since I am not dead, I am alive, why come here to die?"
"Xing Wuyun, I'm going to kill you." Lu Yunxiu did not expect that the seamless game she arranged was easily breached by him, and the last remaining people at the Nishang Gate are now buried here.
Xing Wuyun raised his eyes slightly and glanced at Lu Yunxiu, "Kill me?"
Lu Yunxiu yelled coldly, and the long sword was unsheathed until it stabbed him to the ground, but Xing Wuyun remained unmoved, but raised his eyes and looked at her coldly.
Qingfeng's long sword pierced his face straight, seeing that the sword reached the center of his eyebrows, but at the last moment, Lu Yunxiu stopped, only to hear a "clang", the cold sword slid from her hand to the ground, and She also fell to her knees.
She raised her eyes and looked at him bitterly, "You..."
"This innocent gate is ten miles away, and I have set up a miasma. The moment you came in, you were already poisoned. Lu Yunxiu, there is a way to heaven and you don’t want to go, and there is no way to hell. Why bother to come and die?" Xing Wuyun didn't move, he was still like that romantic and suave noble, but his eyes were filled with bloodthirsty murderous aura.
Lu Yunxiu raised her eyes and stared at him angrily, her eyes filled with painful hatred, "Why treat me this way?"
Xing Wuyun bends his right leg slightly, moving up, looking down at her condescendingly, "Why? Now that you don't know it, then I will leave you to and think slowly."
He sneered and moved his wrist, his palm sucked up the long sword on the ground, and pierced her face straight into the door.
Lu Yunxiu unwillingly stared at Lu Yunxiu, "Xing Wuyun, I won't let you go as a ghost."
"There are too many people who will never let me go, how old are you?" Xing Wuyun sneered indifferently, then waved, "Drag it out."
"Yes." Upon seeing this, the subordinate hurriedly stepped forward and lifted out Lu Yunxiu who had just died.
Xing Wuyun said solemnly, "Wash this place for me, it smells strange."
He is not a cleanliness person, but he doesn't like a place to be alone, with the smell of a woman other than Feng Aotian.
If he did not come to make arrangements early, Wuxiemen would definitely suffer the disaster of extinction, because Lu Yunxiu brought the disciples of Nishangmen and made careful arrangements, and more importantly, these disciples were infected with evil spirits. It is not to be underestimated, but now that the matter has been resolved, he can stay a few days before returning to Beijing.
Before dawn the next day, Leng Qianye and Mu Hanyao entered the palace early. When Feng Aotian got up, Lan Jingshu was still in her arms.
After the past few days, Wei Zimo has indeed improved a lot. The rash on his body has been crusted and he is slowly peeling off his skin. During these days, he doesn’t need to go to the secret room anymore, but he has to apply the medicine specially prepared by Fengfeng every day. It's like there are tens of thousands of ants biting, almost awake at night.
When Lan Jingshu woke up, Feng Aotian had been properly dressed, and was now in the middle of the hall, talking with Mu Hanyao and Leng Qianye.
He also got off the bed. After he was washed and dressed properly, he stepped out of the inner hall with a warm smile on the corner of his mouth. When he walked in front of Feng Aotian, he saluted, "The emperor."
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and smiled lightly, "I can't bear to wake you up when I see you sleep deeply."
When Lan Jing heard the book, his face was flushed, and he said warmly, "The emperor, the minister will order breakfast."
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded in response.
Lan Jingshu raised his eyes, and after nodding greetings with Mu Hanyao and Leng Qianye, he walked forward.
Feng Aotian looked at the back of him leaving, knowing that he was shy, and looked at Mu Hanyao and Leng Qianye, "Master guessed, Han Jin should be able to come out in the past two days. Your brothers have not seen him for a long time. You can also chat."
"Yes." After Mu Hanyao returned to the mansion last night, the old lady was naturally overjoyed when he saw him back. She took him to chat all night before going to sleep.
"After Fu Zhuo and the others came back, they chose an auspicious day for the marriage of the two of them. It just happened that the number of people in these few days was also counted. The Lord thought that everyone hadn't got together for a long time.
"Good." Leng Qianye also responded with a smile.
When the meteor came back last night, he stayed at the Xingyun Palace, saw no wind coming out early in the morning, and quickly greeted him.
Now, when I was in the courtyard, I saw that Duke Jiu was also there, so I leaned forward, "Duke Jiu, how are you in retreat in the mountains these days?"
Duke Jiu raised his eyes and glanced at the shooting star, and responded indifferently, "It's okay."
Meteor supported his chin, looked at Mr. Jiu for a long while, trying to poke out his breath. Seeing that he didn't pay attention to him at all, didn't turn his eyes, looked towards Wufeng, "You don't go to the Emperor's Sleeping Hall, you haven't seen Too cold, Chiba and Mu Hanyao."
Wufeng smiled indifferently, "Sooner or later, I want to see you. I'm not in a hurry. I will rush to see Mu Hanjin later."
Meteor nodded slightly, "Then I will go with you."
"Yeah." Wufeng raised his eyes to look at Mr. Jiu, and asked with a smile, "Master, can I have breakfast too?"
Duke Jiu raised his eyelids, "Don't delay business."
"The disciple understands." When Wufeng heard it, he knew that Father Jiu had used it. He raised his eyes and looked at the meteor, "Let's go."
Meteor has always thought Duke Jiu was weird, but seeing him back this time, he became even more weird.
"The Holy Lord should be going, don't you ask?" Meteor kindly reminded him looking at the windless.
No wind looked straight ahead and said lightly, "When she should go, she will go. It's the same for you and me waiting for her there."
Meteor nodded, and then followed Wufeng to the Wind Race.
After Feng Aotian and Mu Hanyao, Leng Qianye and Lan Jingshu finished their breakfast, they went to the morning court.
However, because the brigade had not yet returned, there was no celebration banquet. They only waited until Fu Zhuo and the others returned before buying them together.
In the early days, it was natural to sing praises, and Feng Aotian must have praised Leng Qianye and Mu Hanyao.
After the morning dynasty, Lan Jingshu went to the Metropolitan Procuratorate for official duties, and Mu Hanyao and Leng Qianye returned to their respective houses. After all, they had been away from Beijing for too long, and there was not much time to spend with their mother before.
Feng Aotian returned to the imperial palace, changed into casual clothes, and went to the Floating Dream Palace.
Wei Zimo wore a veil and still wore a bright red brocade robe. He naturally knew that Feng Aotian had already returned to the palace last night. Not only that, Leng Qianye and Mu Hanyao also followed back to Beijing. He stood by the window alone, looking up. Looking at the horizon, thoughtful.
Feng Aotian stood outside the window, staring at him, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth. Although his face was covered by a veil, he could still vaguely see the scabs on his face.
Wei Zimo seemed to have expected Feng Aotian to come. When he was in pain, he thought of her, but now that she was by his side, he felt heartbroken. He quickly hid the exposed hand in his sleeve. He was wearing a high-necked brocade robe, covering the slender neck of the past, as if he was wrapped in a cicada chrysalis, afraid that she would see any flaws.
She just stood and looked at him with a smile, even if he turned his head and left, or shut her out, she just wanted to be by his side, even if only for a while.
Sure enough, such staring at each other did not last for a while, and Wei Zimo quickly turned around, entered the inner hall, lay on the bed, lowered the curtains, and whispered, "You go back."
Feng Aotian was standing outside the window, watching motionlessly, he did this, let her go back?
She understood the pain in his heart, and her figure flashed, she entered the bedroom from the window, lifted a step, and slowly approached him.
Wei Zimo hurriedly wrapped the brocade on his body, turned around, panic in his cold eyes, he looked a little excited, "Do you want me to die?"
Feng Aotian's footsteps stopped for a while, and then when he was still roaring, the curtains moved, and he was taken into her arms and held tightly.
Wei Zimo's body was trembling constantly. After feeling the long-lost warmth, his heart seemed to be torn apart by birth. He quickly raised his hand and pushed her away.
Feng Aotian hugged him domineeringly, his whole body exuding a cold air, enough to extinguish his anger, he couldn't help using his internal force to try to shake her arm away.
Feng Aotian still hugged him tightly, and whispered, "If you want to abandon my arms, then you will use force. Anyway, I will not let go."
"Why are you doing this again?" Wei Zimo knew that he was unable to struggle. He raised his eyes, and the water was sparkling as the water flowed.
Feng Aotian lowered his head and gently rubbed his lips across the veil, "What about you?"
Wei Zimo sneered, "Don't you know my heart? Why do you want me to suffer?"
Feng Aotian only knew that he was thin, and he was very light in his arms. The glamorous and noble Wei Zimo who was once was like a fragmented puppet, without any vitality.
"If you don't want me to see what you look like now, then I will close my eyes, okay?" Feng Aotian lowered his voice, as if begging.
Wei Zimo stared at her in a daze. The heart barrier he had finally built up completely collapsed at this moment. He knew how much he wanted her to be with him, but he was afraid that she would see such an unbearable self .
He raised his head and screamed. This was the first time he felt helpless in fact in these years, and for the first time he felt that he was so useless.
Feng Aotian listened to his almost collapsed roar, she hugged him tightly, closed her eyes, "I don't look at you, just stay with you like this."
As she said, she let go of him, covered the brocade on his body, turned her sideways, closed her eyes, feeling his breath, not as strong as before, the whole body exuded the smell of medicine, her heart is here For a moment, it was tearing with his roar.
Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at the face close at hand, he knew that he was so attached and missed. In the past half month, he has endured the flogging from hell. He has tasted all the pain, but as long as Looking at her in this way, he felt that these pains were nothing, and only then did he know that it came from a miserable love for her.
Feng Aotian could feel his unstable aura, she patted gently across the quilt, "Master, stay with you, go to sleep."
Wei Zimo was tired, not just physically tired, but too exhausted, so that he didn't have half the strength at this moment. With tears in the corners of his eyes, he slowly closed his eyes, and soon he heard his even breathing. Sheng, she understood that he hadn't rested in a long time.
She raised her hand distressedly, trying to caress his face, but she was afraid of waking him up, she trembling fingertips, through the air, gently painted.
When there was no wind, he went to the medicine room. When he saw that there was no one in the medicine room, he knew that Mu Hanjin was awake.
The meteor probe looked at it, and then turned around and rushed outside. As soon as he reached the door, he ran into Mu Hanjin.
He raised his eyes, rolled his eyes steadily, watching Mu Hanjin's face pale, but the whole person looked much better.
This time he absorbed the poisonous blood much faster than last time. He woke up before dawn. The moment he opened his eyes, he didn't see the person he missed day and night, so he knew that something must have happened. Therefore, he left the medicine room and went to listen to Qingfeng’s report. Only then did he realize that so many things happened outside during this period of time. He knew even more that his eldest brother and Leng Qianye also returned to Beijing. of.
He raised his eyes and looked at the windlessness that was coming out, and then greeted him, all of them were graceful, one was elegant and graceful, one was light and windy, one was wearing a crescent robe, and one was wearing a crescent robe. Wearing the Xuebai brocade, the two are like old friends they haven't seen for a long time, but they nodded slightly to say hello.
"Since I am awake, do I want to go back to the palace?" Wu Feng asked Mu Hanjin, looking at him.
Mu Hanjin nodded and said, "I want to go out."
"Go now?" Wufeng asked again.
"I'll go and clean up first, can you have breakfast too?" Mu Hanjin asked gently.
"No." Meteor hurried forward and interrupted.
Mu Hanjin lowered her eyes to look at the meteor, raised her hand to touch his hair, "Then go for breakfast first, I'll just eat some."
"Okay." Meteor nodded hurriedly.
Even if there is no wind, I just laughed.
Feng Aotian stayed with Wei Zimo for a whole day, but she felt like it had been a long time. If she hadn't been able to feel his breath, she was afraid that he would leave her like this. Now she knows that she is also afraid time.
Mu Hanjin returned to the palace. It was already midday. Lan Jingshu had just returned from the Superintendent’s Court and entered the imperial dormitory. He saw Mu Hanjin sitting on the soft couch. He was startled before reacting. Come over, step forward a few steps, stand in front of him, and look at him, "Looking at the complexion a little bit worse, and a lot thinner."
Mu Hanjin smiled and looked at Lan Jingshu, "How are you doing these days? You are alone now."
"Fortunately." Lan Jingshu smiled lightly, "I am waiting for you to come back now."
Mu Hanjin smiled softly, "I just stayed for a few days, and the illness on my body is still not healed."
When Lan Jing heard the book, he understood, and immediately sat on one side, "When did you arrive?"
"I've been here for a while." Mu Hanjin sat alone.
Lan Jingshu poured tea and handed it to him, "At this time, the emperor should be in the Floating Dream Palace."
"I heard about him." Mu Hanjin whispered.
"Yeah." Lan Jingshu nodded, "Compared to you, I think I'm really lucky."
Mu Hanjin said with a smile, "Yes."
The two hadn't sat in the same place to talk for a long time, and now it was as if they had accumulated too many words, but they couldn't talk about it for a while. They looked at each other's situation, but they were full of emotion.
But Meteor followed Wufeng to the side courtyard. He sat by the stone bench and watched the wine father still brewing wine, while Wufeng stood quietly and dried the medicine, very quiet.
His gaze kept falling on Father Jiu's body, and he kept rolling his eyes, thinking how to ask?
Jiu Gonggong ignored him and was busy as if nothing had happened.
In the evening, Wei Zimo woke up quietly, without lighting in the bedroom, through the cold moonlight, he saw those eyes looking at him unsatisfactorily.
He breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was dark. He is now accustomed to the feeling of being a person in the dark. There is no need to light a lamp, so no one can see his terrible appearance.
"Are you hungry?" Feng Aotian's voice came, but it was so soft.
Wei Zimo's thoughts moved, he of course knew that Nan Hui had been taken back, and she took another step forward. He was wrapped in a quilt, turned sideways, and looked at her blankly.
Feng Aotian slowly approached, sliding his hands into the quilt, and embracing him in his arms, "to accompany him to dinner."
Wei Zimo nodded lightly, leaning on her like this, he felt contented.
Feng Aotian sat up halfway and helped him to lean against the bed. She got off the bed. She had been ordered to listen to the wind to prepare her meal earlier. She took the moonlight and brought it over, but just lit a lamp on the side. Very faint, through the curtains, one can only vaguely see each other's faces.
Wei Zimo's heart warmed, knowing that she was taking care of him, Feng Aotian picked up the bowl and fed him personally, "Master comes to accompany you to eat every day."
Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at her unsuccessfully, as if he wanted to take back all the thoughts of these days. He was afraid that he would not be able to make it by himself, and he was afraid that he would leave her alone. At this moment, he understood , Death is not terrible, the terrible thing is that she can't stay with her until she grows old.
There was no sound in the bedroom, even the sound of a spoon hitting a bowl was so soft, the only thing that could be felt was the sound of each other's heartbeat.
Feng Aotian feeds him personally, so he helps him to lie down and just looks at her with a smile, "Master talks with you."
Wei Zimo looked at it early, and whispered, "You go back, they are all waiting for you."
"It's okay, Lord to accompany you." Feng Aotian took him into his arms and said softly.
Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at her, "I want to apply medicine."
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Feng Aotian paused slightly, his eyes dimmed, then let go of him and got off the bed, "Okay."
When Wei Zimo saw her leaving like this, his heart was pulled fiercely. He suddenly got off the bed and took her into his arms. "No, no."
Feng Aotian lowered her eyes and looked at the scabs on her arms around her, but she could only pretend to be nonchalant, and slowly turned around and hugged him, "As long as you say, the master promises you."
Wei Zimo leaned against her arms, but the corners of her eyes were sore, biting her lips tightly, "Don't come again."
Feng Aotian knew his thoughts, and he didn't want her to see what she was like now, she replied softly, "Okay."
Only then did Wei Zimo slowly let go of her, suddenly turned around, and entered the bed, once again isolating her from the curtain.
Feng Aotian pursed his lips slightly, turned and stepped out of the bedroom.
Her breath slowly dissipated, until he felt the piercing cold before he knew that, it turned out that he couldn't bear to leave her for a moment.
He sat up faintly, rolled up his own cloud sleeve, and looked at the hideous scabs on it. He curled up and held his arms. The suffering was too painful.
Feng Aotian left the Floating Dream Palace and slowly walked on the cold corridor, letting the cold wind blow, and it was half a month before winter. She raised her eyes to look at the cold moon in the night sky, but felt cold. .
Looking from a distance, she saw an elegant figure slowly approaching her, she walked forward step by step, and the figure gradually became clear.
I don't know how long it took, when he saw the long-missing face standing in front of her clearly, he just raised his lips slightly and smiled faintly.
She took a step forward, opened her arms, wrapped her arms around his waist, pressed her cheeks to his chest, feeling his breath, he passed another level, didn't he?
Mu Hanjin said warmly, "If it's a minister, now he doesn't want the emperor to see the appearance of the minister becoming ugly."
Feng Aotian nodded lightly, "Master just wants them to stay safe and sound by his side."
Mu Hanjin hugged her tightly, let her feel her own breath, let her know that he was standing in front of her now.
"Back to Qinghui Palace." Feng Aotian raised his eyes to look at him, and said softly.
"Okay." Mu Hanjin responded with a smile, holding her waist, flying towards Qinghui Palace.
When the two of them entered Qinghui Palace, Feng Aotian overwhelmed him on the soft couch without saying a word, and kissed his lips, but not as rough as before, but sucked carefully.
Mu Hanjin knew her current mood, wrapped her hands around her waist, let her tore her clothes, and straightly pulled the clothes off, she held his toes lightly and landed on the bed. The clothes are scattered on the ground, but they are full of beauty.
Feng Aotian lowered her head and kissed his eyebrows, his jade-like skin, and everything he had. She slowly unbuttoned her clothes in front of him, until she pulled off the corset, her proud posture So it came into his eyes.
She raised her arm and took the jade crown off her head. The blue silk was scattered on her chest, covering the beautiful scenery. She lowered her head and kissed his lips again.
Mu Hanjin remembered the second death Jiuye. At that time, because of her own weakness, although she was lingering day by day, she was not as it is now, with a bit of bewilderment that made him feel confused.
The night was filled, the Furong was warm, and after some extreme lingering, Feng Aotian leaned against Mu Hanjin's arms, slid his fingertips across his chest, raised his eyes and looked at him, "This time is a lot better than last time. ."
Mu Hanjin's face was flushed when she heard such words, but now it is becoming more and more flushed, he hugged her tightly, "The minister will be better next time."
Feng Aotian felt that this was an individual's work, more tiring than her killing, so he kept yawning, leaning in his arms, feeling each other's breath, "Master is tired."
There was a faint glow between Mu Hanjin's eyebrows and eyes. He turned sideways and put her in his arms, "The minister accompanies the emperor to bed."
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, and then fell asleep peacefully.
Before dawn the next day, Feng Aotian slowly got up, and felt sore all over. It seems that the bedclothes matters need to be done frequently, otherwise, it would make her feel so uncomfortable once in a while. .
Feng Ao was on the bed, and Mu Hanjin had been dressed properly and was waiting for her.
She tilted her head and looked at him, "You look pretty good."
Seeing that Feng Aotian was walking extremely slowly, Mu Hanjin naturally heard the meaning of Feng Aotian's words, and then stepped forward and whispered, "The minister will pay attention next time."
Feng Aotian asked without understanding, "Pay attention to what?"
"Try to be gentle." Mu Hanjin blushed and whispered.
Feng Aotian snorted coldly, "Really gentle? That's the blame."
Mu Hanjin's complexion was even redder. Of course he knew that when it happened, he had already forgotten all his sanity. How could he be gentle? What's more, he is also a junior.
Seeing his embarrassing appearance, Feng Aotian then shook his hand, "If you still don't serve your master, you must make up for it."
Mu Hanjin smiled and nodded, and then said, "The past few days of the emperor are not suitable for sex."
"Well, Kuishui will come in a few days." Feng Aotian nodded and said, thinking that it's better now, and how fast the month is going depends on how often Kuishui comes.
Mu Hanjin hadn't served her to wash and change clothes for a long time. Looking at her face in Bronze Mirror, her face became more and more charming. He suddenly felt selfish and wanted to hide her beauty in private so that no one would see it.
However, he knew better that there were too many people around her that she could not let go, and as long as he could be by her side like this, he would already feel content.
After Feng Aotian dressed properly, the two stopped breakfast and left Qinghui Palace holding hands. Lan Jingshu was ready and stood outside the palace waiting for her to come out.
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Mu Hanjin, "After the morning session, you will go back to the house to have a look and get together with Hanyao."
Mu Hanjin nodded, "Yes."
Feng Aotian held his hand, took a step forward, held Lan Jingshu's hand in his palm, and asked softly, "Can I have breakfast?"
"Already used." Lan Jingshu raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian's eyebrows with the charming spring love that couldn't be concealed. He couldn't help being stunned. He happened to see the looming hickey in the placket. Jin, seeing him look like Mu Chunfeng, she seemed to know something, her eyes flashed sadly, and she said nothing.
Seeing him like this, Feng Aotian twitched the corner of his mouth and slowly moved closer to him, "How come you look like you are dissatisfied early in the morning?"
Lan Jingshu paused, his face flushed, and lowered his head, "The minister did not."
Feng Aotian raised his voice and laughed in a very good mood, squeezing his palm with his fingertips, "Really?"
"The emperor." Lan Jingshu raised his eyes, unavoidably anxious.
Mu Hanjin looked at Lan Jingshu, with a smile on his lips, but Lan Jingshu looked at him. Now, she can't wait to find a place to drill.
Feng Aotian took the hands of the two of them and walked slowly to the emperor's palace, and saw Meteor standing in the palace, looking at her grinningly.
"Do you still know to come back?" Feng Aotian said coldly.
Meteor hurried forward, hugging Feng Aotian's thigh, and said with a smile, "Holy Lord, isn't Meteor always in front of you?"
"Really?" Feng Aotian raised his foot, kicked him away, and then walked forward.
Meteor hurried up again, looking up at Feng Aotian, "Holy Lord, don't you find that Duke Jiu is back this time, it feels strange?"
"Don't think that I don't know your careful thoughts." Feng Aotian looked down at him, "I don't know some things."
Meteor curled the corner of his mouth and quickly retracted the hand holding Feng Aotian's thigh. Then, his small body leaped slightly and sat on one side, turning his attention to Mu Hanjin's body again. Ruddy a lot, and said maliciously, "It seems that some people have been for a while."
Mu Hanjin was startled slightly, raised her hand to learn Feng Aotian Suri's appearance, and hit Meteor on the head, "What do kids know?"
Meteor covered his head, raised his eyes to look at Mu Hanjin, then looked at Lan Jingshu, and said quietly, "Look, the same person is the Holy Master, this is the difference."
Obviously, Meteor is saying that Feng Aotian is eccentric.
Feng Aotian looked at the meteor, "I think you have been too leisurely recently and want to return to the altar."
Meteor pouted the corners of his mouth and looked at Feng Aotian sadly, "The Holy Lord can't threaten Meteor with this trick every time."
"Any trick is useful, just use it. Trying it is not good." Feng Aotian said lightly.
Meteor walked down the soft couch angrily, and stepped out of the imperial palace in despair.
Feng Aotian looked at his tiny figure, raised his eyes to look at Mu Hanjin, "Go to the courtyard to see if there is no wind."
Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Aotian and responded with a smile, "Okay."
Feng Aotian then got up and took Lan Jingshu's hand to go to the morning court, while Mu Hanjin watched her leave, and then went to the courtyard.
Today, the father-in-law was no one in sight. Just after the windless breakfast, he saw the meteor coming in angrily, sitting on the stone bench sullenly, turning his head, as if he was angry.
He slowly sat beside him, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing." Meteor snorted coldly, then raised his eyes to look towards the wind, and whispered, "Can't you take the initiative?"
"Proactive?" Wufeng thought that his thoughts had changed so quickly, and Shicai was still looking to eat people, and now he turned the topic to him.
"That's right." Meteor started to come up with an idea, "Look at Mu Hanjin, how active you are, only the active child can eat meat."
When there was no wind, he knew the meaning of Meteor's words. He just smiled indifferently, "This matter is not in a hurry."
Meteor couldn't help being a little anxious, and said quickly, "When will you wait?"
No wind looked at the meteor, "What's wrong with you?"
The meteor rolled his eyes round and round, "Nothing."
No wind saw that his emotions were coming and going fast, and he just chuckled softly, and continued to be busy with his own affairs.
After a while, I saw Mu Hanjin walking in, Wufeng felt his breath, and raised his eyes to see him.
"Seeing that your complexion has improved a lot, it seems that you have made a lot of it last night." Wufeng is a genius doctor, and he can naturally know what happened last night from his breath and expression. More importantly, Meteor is just a mouthful. Said it.
Mu Hanjin listened to Wufeng's seemingly normal words, but he was ridiculing. He coughed a few times before sitting down, "What about Xiaoyaohou?"
"You are really magnanimous," said Windlessly, sitting on the stone bench and pouring a cup of tea for Mu Hanjin.
Mu Hanjin picked up the tea cup and took a sip, "The emperor is very worried about him."
"As long as you can survive the eighth day of the next month," Wufeng said lightly, looking at Mu Hanjin, "You are very familiar with my brother."
"Since I was a child, I am familiar with each other in one place, but each person has a hidden side. Fortunately, a person I like now is naturally familiar." Mu Hanjin said very plainly, without half. Jealous or angry.
Perhaps after experiencing life and death, he was able to look down on what was previously invisible, but now, his temperament is very stable.
No wind nodded slightly, "No wonder she treats you differently."
Mu Hanjin smiled softly, "The emperor didn't see someone who liked one. She had her own judgment. She was too lonely and persistent before. Now, what she hopes is that someone who cares will stay with her. Her side."
"People who care?" Wufeng whispered.
Mu Hanjin looked at her, "You are also the one that the emperor cares about, otherwise, she would not leave you by her side."
No wind smiled lightly, "Really?"
Although Mu Hanjin didn't know what happened between them and how it started, he could see that Feng Aotian had him in his heart, although it was not like to him or to other people. Strong, but yes, but this kind of feeling needs to be gradually intense, from light to strong.
He put down the teacup and looked at the windlessness, "If you are willing to wait, you can watch the moonlight."
The corner of the windless mouth raised slightly, and the calm eyes flashed with sadness, "I'm afraid that time is running out."
Mu Hanjin paused slightly, "Are you leaving?"
"Yeah." Wufeng nodded, "However, not now."
"Everyone has their own ambitions." Mu Hanjin didn't force it, he only knew that if he missed it, it would be a lifetime matter.
No wind looked at Mu Hanjin, then accidentally fell, "I understand what you want to say."
"It's good if you understand." Mu Hanjin smiled gently.
Meteor looked at the two people in front of him in a dumb riddle. He pressed his hands against his chin and sighed faintly. He had never seen such a stable harem, and he couldn't help feeling that he still had the skill of the Holy Master.
After Feng Ao was in the sky, it was convenient for Leng Qianye and Mu Hanyao to return to the imperial palace. Mu Hanjin also calculated the time and returned from the courtyard.
Mu Hanyao turned around and saw Mu Hanjin enter. His cold eyes flashed with excitement before. He stepped forward, holding Mu Hanjin's shoulders, and whispered, "Seeing you are all right, I feel relieved. "
Mu Hanjin raised her eyes to look at Mu Hanyao. After life and death, he went round and round from the ghost gate, his xinxing had already been smoothed, but the only people who couldn't let go were his beloved and his family.
He smiled slightly, "Big brother, second brother, congratulations on your triumphant return."
Mu Hanyao gave Mu Hanjin a brother's hug, "These days, you will spend more time with your eldest brother."
"Okay." Mu Hanjin responded with a light smile. Turning her eyes, she saw Leng Qianye standing there. He stepped forward, "Big Brother Leng."
"Yeah." Leng Qianye nodded, "Seeing that you are safe and sound, I am also relieved."
"Congratulations to Brother Leng." Mu Hanjin said with a smile.
Feng Aotian sat on the soft couch and looked at them in front of him. He felt a lot of relief. It seemed that he hadn't been busy in a long time. In the past, everyone was gathering little and leaving more. Everyone was not together. Now, although Xing Wuyun is far away. The evil sect, Zi Mo must be unwilling to go out, Gu Yefeng is in Caiguo, and Yi Mu...
Fortunately, they were still there, and she said with a smile, "Lord is happy today, so he will have a banquet at Qinghui Palace and have a few drinks with him."
"Yes." The three responded together.
In the middle of the night, laughter came from Qinghui Palace.
Since the day Mu Hanjin went to the Feng Clan, the Qinghui Palace has been very cold, and now it is rare and lively.
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at the people sitting in front of her. No wind had come. Therefore, now only Leng Qianye, Mu Hanyao, Mu Hanjin, Lan Jingshu, and Meteor were sitting around. Even with only these few people, she felt very lively.
She raised her glass and looked at them, "Everything is silent."
Everyone raised their wine glasses, yes, their affection for her, her affection for them, all the things they have experienced with each other, why not come out one by one, everything is in their hearts.
Feng Aotian looked at Mu Hanjin, "Master hasn't listened to your flute for a long time."
"The minister presents the ugliness." Mu Hanjin slowly got up and took the white jade flute that Huanxi had handed him. He leaned against the deciduous locust tree on one side. His face was faintly elegant and quiet, his eyes closed slightly, the flute sounded slowly, but it was endlessly lingering.
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