Chapter 12: You are my king

"Lying on the couch." Feng Aotian said coldly as he walked slowly to the couch.
Mu Hanyao clenched his fists, closed his eyes, and suppressed the strong feeling of humiliation in his heart. Lying on the bed, he could clearly feel Feng Aotian standing proudly beside the bed, looking at him with eyes admiring the prey. .
The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth was slightly slanted, and an embroidery needle had already been twisted between her fingers. She rolled up her sleeve robe and pierced Mu Hanyao's left shoulder with the needle tip, and saw a drop of blood overflowing from the bronze skin.
Mu Hanyao was expressionless, without any reaction. He didn't know what Feng Aotian was going to do. He could only feel the sting of needles on his left shoulder, but he couldn't hide his inner shame.
Feng Aotian stared at him unsatisfactorily, slowly stabbing the needle down from his left shoulder, the blood was flowing quietly, the camp was silent, not even a trace of gasping was heard, a faint sound The smell of blood permeates the camp.
There was a thin layer of sweat on Mu Hanyao's forehead, and his body was tight and stiff. Feng Aotian could feel the strength and perseverance exuding from his bones, and the arrogance of being a commander in chief, could it be her The design made him into a desperate situation. How could he lie on this bed so willingly and let her act recklessly.
But for a long time, Feng Aotian put away the embroidery needles, took out the embroidered handkerchiefs in his arms, wiped the blood from the needle sticks, and looked at the masterpieces extending from the left shoulder to the chest with satisfaction, and moved Mu Hanyao's forehead with him. Shang Qin wiped off the sweat, and said in a light tone, "It's okay."
Hearing Feng Aotian's voice, Mu Hanyao seemed to feel that after a lifetime, he slowly opened his eyes, and said nothing to Shang Feng Aotian's cold eyes.
Feng Aotian raised his palm, sucked the bronze mirror not far away from the dressing table into his palm, and then shone it on his chest, "In the future, you will be the king's person, and you must always remember that if you dare to betray this king, you will end. It is definitely not what you can imagine."
The deterrence of the tone made Mu Hanyao's eyes dark. He followed the bronze mirror and saw the word "天" carved on his left chest. His sword eyebrows didn't feel a move. He was engraved by her. Her seal of Feng Aotian? He couldn't help but sneer sadly in his heart, Mu Hanyao, Mu Hanyao, did not expect you to fall into such a situation.
Seeing that Mu Hanyao was unmoved, Feng Aotian didn't say anything. With a wave of his bare hand, the bronze mirror was placed in place safely. Then, he put the brocade cover on Mu Hanyao's body and lifted his finger. A light tap on his forehead, "Go to sleep, tomorrow will not be as easy as tonight."
Mu Hanyao was caught off guard, and Feng Aotian knocked his forehead so affectionately. Watching her stand up and leave with his back to him, he lowered his head and looked at the brocade quilt, spreading his palms, his palms were soaked. After sweating, a place in his heart trembled suddenly, he sighed deeply, from childhood to adulthood, even in life and death, he has never been so nervous, he looked sideways and glanced at the chest with embroidery needles. A gleam of light flashed through his deep pupils, closed his eyes, his complexion as usual.
Feng Aotian walked to the outside of the screen, walked out of the camp, and saw the seemingly weak Tsing Yi not far away. She stepped forward and walked in front of him.
Tsing Yi raised his eyes, his eyes swayed, and he saw Feng Aotian staring at him condescendingly. The cold eyes made him shudder. He opened his mouth quickly, and his hoarse and broken voice sounded, "The slave has seen the regent."
Feng Aotian's eyes were cold, "You poisoned this king?"
Tsing Yi's eyes dimmed, and his heart died, "It's a slave."
"This king has hatred with you." There was affirmation in the tone, not a question, but a statement.
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"The enmity of destroying the door." Tsing Yi is also a clear-hearted person, knowing that the time of death is approaching, and there is nothing to hide.
"The man behind you, this king will not ask you, even if you ask, you will not speak. Now this king gives you two ways, one is a way of life and the other is a dead end." Feng Aotian is not a good person, but , She even knew that even if he killed him, it would only cost one more life, and she never did anything that was of no benefit.
Without waiting for Tsing Yi’s response, she continued,
The way to live is to stay with this king and let it be sent. This king will give you a three-year period. At that time, this king will give you a chance to seek revenge from this king; Yes, this king has never tasted the taste of human jerky. It just so happens that I can try it with you."
At this time, in the barracks, in addition to the soldiers patrolling and standing guard, there were also Mu Hanyao who was sleeping in the camp, Sixi and the other eunuchs who stood waiting outside the camp, all heard Feng Aotian's words clearly. , Everyone trembled, thinking that this regent is really cruel and inhumane? She can't figure it out.
Tsing Yi raised his eyebrows and was alive. He still had a chance to take revenge. When he died, he had no chance of revenge. Instead of dying like this, it would be better to fight hard. Even if he couldn't kill her then, it was still a hope and an idea.
He raised his eyes, his gloomy eyes filled with firmness, "The slave chooses his path."
"Sixi, wash the pungent powdery smell on his body to my king, and in the future, I won't let my king smell it again." Feng Aotian turned abruptly and said coldly.
Sixi responded quickly, and then congratulated Feng Aotian into the account.
"Prepare bath soup, my king is exhausted."
"Yes." Si Xi glanced at Tsing Yi, and ordered two eunuchs to lift Tsing Yi up and return it to Tsing Yi's account. Then, he carried the bath soup he had prepared into the camp.
After Feng Aotian took a bath, her silky ink hair was wrapped around her back, she was tied lazily with only a cloud brocade headband. She wore a purple brocade uniform. His eyebrows were picturesque, his skin was snowy, and the willow brows were slightly raised. With a little softness, Feng Aotian didn't tie his chest because of the loose-fitting uniforms, and her slim figure was enveloped in her brocade clothes, very soft and charming.
She went to the bed on her own, and seeing Mu Hanyao lying on the outside of the bed, her eyes flashed slyly. If she didn't sleep on the same bed with him, wouldn't she expose the illusion that she liked male sex?
She pushed Mu Hanyao gently and lay down beside him. Since childhood, she lived with the wolves. Later, when she was taken away from the wolves, she lived alone. She has never liked contact with people, contact with others, let alone sleeping with strangers, but now, she has only traveled to this different world for two days and lay down with a strange man, Feng Aotian smiled coldly. She is no longer the shadow of others, but the king of a country who rules the destiny of Feng Country. She must adapt to such a life.
Thinking of this, I no longer entangled, as the person beside me was air, closed my eyes and fell asleep peacefully.
After Mu Hanyao felt even breathing coming from his side, he suddenly opened his eyes, her dark pupils staring coldly at Feng Aotian's side face, her red lips were slightly curled, her brows and eyes were slightly curved, not like Su Ri's addiction. The blood was fierce, and the faint candlelight passed through the gauze tent, hitting her cool and handsome face, on the contrary, it was softened a bit, and the whole body exuded a faint halo.
He was stunned for a moment, his thoughts abound, those cold and silky fingers already covered his deep and dim eyes, and a lazy voice sounded, "Why are you still asleep? Do you want this king to do something to you? what?"
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