Chapter 172: When did you consummate your room with the Lord?

Feng Aotian allowed him, how could she not know his temperament? However, she didn't want to point it, everyone should have their own thoughts, he just wanted her to accompany him more, thinking of him and Mu Hanyao guarding the border, but there was a thought for her in his heart. Thinking, I'm afraid that the war in the future will be imminent, they are all worried, and there are not many days to be with her.
Feng Aotian hung around his waist, rubbed it gently against his neck, and whispered, "If you are tired, go to bed with your master."
Leng Qianye replied warmly, "The emperor, you are getting married."
He had no doubts, but only stated the fact that there was so much envy, helplessness, and jealousy in this sentence, only he knew clearly.
Feng Aotian chuckled, "Why, you want to marry the Lord?"
Leng Qianye nodded and said, "Isn't it because the minister marries the emperor?"
"Which one do you think is more realistic?" Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, and there was a faint soft light between them.
Leng Qianye opened his eyes slightly, those eyes were shining brightly, his thin lips slightly hooked, it is unrealistic to fall in love with her, let alone marry?
"It's the same for anyone who marries, it's always the minister's heart that falls on the emperor's place." Leng Qianye raised his arm and hugged her tighter. "All the ministers are willing to marry."
Feng Aotian wondered when he didn't care so much anymore? She smiled, "Here, you are the only one to marry? To marry or not to marry?"
"Will there be a big wedding then?" Leng Qianye looked down and looked at her, actually he cared.
Feng Aotian drew a circle on his chest, "As long as you want, I will do it for you."
"Okay." Leng Qianye answered her without hesitation, and the smile raised at the corner of her mouth became brighter. In fact, all he wanted was her words. She cares. As far as she really wants to do it, it's just A good dream.
When Feng Aotian fell down, she pressed him into her arms. She painted his beautiful eyebrows and smiled, "At the border, you have to protect yourself, you know?"
Leng Qianye nodded, "Okay."
Feng Aotian lowered his head, printed his lips, biting gently, with a bit of nostalgia, a bit of pampering, a bit of lingering, and her complex emotions were mixed.
Leng Qianye slowly closed her eyes and turned her body crooked, and she was dropped on the bed. He bullied herself on her body, re-printed her lips, and carefully sucked in.
Father Cat always stood outside the hall, raising his eyes, looking at the sky. In fact, they all looked like they were going to have a big wedding, and he wanted more than them.
Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at Leng Qianye, "Do you really plan to rest like this?"
"Yeah." Leng Qianye was greedy for her beauty and didn't want to get up.
Feng Aotian watched him becoming more unwilling to get up now, raised his hand, grasping his pulse condition, his eyes frowned, "Go to sleep on the dragon couch, your breath is unstable now."
Leng Qianye raised his eyes, looked at her, and finally replied helplessly, "Yes."
Feng Ao landed on the soft couch and helped him to step into the dragon couch slowly. He was lying on the couch, looking sideways, and he saw the sleeping Lan Jingshu, he just fixed his eyes on her.
Feng Aotian immediately got on the dragon couch, lying between him and Lan Jingshu, separating the two of them. She held the hands of the two and said in a low voice, "Both rest earlier."
"Yeah." Leng Qianye also couldn't hold it anymore, really tired, and slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at his indifferent face with a deep smile. Turning her eyes, she looked at Lan Jingshu and was very quiet. She raised her eyes and looked at Zenith, but there was a thought in her heart that they could not perceive.
The next day, Feng Aotian got up early and saw that Lan Jingshu and Leng Qianye had woken up. She smiled and looked at them both, "Don't sleep more?"
"The minister is okay." Lan Jing Shujing got up and got off the dragon bed.
Leng Qianye looked at him, "Just wash here, the clothes are there."
"Yes." Lan Jingshu replied, and then turned around to clean the face.
Feng Aotian looked at Leng Qianye, "How about you?"
"The minister is fine." After all, Leng Qianye has internal strength, so after taking a rest for one night and adding Feng Aotian's pill, he is much better now.
"This morning, it's really lively." A magnetic voice sounded, Feng Aotian raised his eyes and saw Xing Wuyun leaning against the door of the inner hall with his hands around his chest, his peachy eyes narrowed slightly, looking at her .
A wicked smile appeared at the corner of Feng Aotian's mouth, "It looks like I haven't slept all night."
Xing Wuyun stopped poking at the center of the matter, smiled more charmingly, "Chen recognized the bed."
Feng Aotian pointed to his side, "Isn't it enough to come to sleep?"
"The minister not only recognizes the bed, but also recognizes the person." After Xing Wuyun said, he turned and walked out.
Feng Aotian looked at him amused, and looked sideways, and saw Leng Qianye staring at her.
"Do you see what the Lord does?" Feng Aotian raised his hand, shook his hand, and asked in a low voice.
"I just think the emperor has been a lot happier these days." Leng Qianye also replied with a smile.
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "You all stayed safe and sound by your master's side, and your master is naturally much happy."
Leng Qianye held her hand, "As long as the emperor is happy."
He likes to see her unscrupulous smile, no calculation, no gloom, no deterrence, just a simple smile from the heart.
Feng Aotian got up with him, and Mr. Mao had already walked in with the decoction, "Master, take the medicine first."
"Okay." Feng Aotian nodded, took the decoction, raised his head to drink, turned his eyes, looked at Leng Qianye, "wash it."
"Yes." Leng Qianye always held her hand. At this time, he wanted to be domineering and rogue once, and wanted to just ignore other grievances and rely on her.
Feng Aotian raised his hand and cleaned the face. Leng Qianye used the same basin of water as her. After the two of them washed, the cat served Feng Aotian and dressed properly. Leng Qianye walked to the closet and looked at the various clothes inside. , And a row of purple brocade robe.
"Lord likes to see you wearing a purple shirt." Feng Aotian looked sideways, watching Leng Qianye standing still in front of the closet.
Leng Qianye stretched out his hand and took out a set of purple brocade gowns, and then put them on. The size was just right, and it was a perfect fit. It seemed to be tailor-made for him.
Feng Aotian was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, and Qi Yuxuan was a little more beautiful. She stood in front of him and gestured around his waist, "You are thinner again."
Leng Qianye raised his eyes and looked at her, "Fortunately, the minister will make it up."
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, looked up, and saw that Lan Jingshu had stepped out of the inner hall and was sitting with Xing Wuyun drinking tea.
Feng Aotian took Leng Qianye’s hand and walked out of the inner hall, and walked in front of the two of them. One was an unruly noble son, the other was a gentle scholar, and the other was an indifferent general. The leader, pleasing to the eye.
Feng Aotian looked sideways and watched as Grandpa Cat had ordered people to prepare breakfast. At this time, Gu Yefeng and Yi Mu had also arrived. Standing outside, each had its own merits. Now, it feels like a gathering of beautiful men.
Xing Wuyun looked at the group of people in front of him, and couldn't help but said, "The emperor is really beautiful."
Feng Aotian was noncommittal, but said proudly, "Master thinks too."
Xing Wuyun curled his mouth, then got up and walked to the table on his own. Feng Aotian looked at Gu Yefeng and Yi Mu, "It's rare to be so lively."
Gu Yefeng also thought it was very lively. The people in front of him were more handsome than the others, and he was the most common one among them. He thought about those who have not come yet, or who might be next to the emperor in the future, compared to them. Now, this one is really the most ugly one.
Feng Aotian looked at them sitting at the table, raised his hand, and took the hand of Mr. Cat, "You are sitting too."
Father Cat responded softly, "Yes."
He immediately sat down, still not forgetting to bring vegetables to Feng Aotian, and perhaps because of Mu Hanjin, Feng Aotian had a different feeling. She raised the tea cup in her hand and looked at the various beautiful men in front of her, "Actually, There is a word, I really want to say."
She swept across the faces of everyone, and whispered, "I am very happy to have you by my side."
Everyone was stunned, raised their eyes, and their eyes all fell on her. Perhaps, in their hearts, for Feng Aotian, it is only natural for Feng Aotian to have one more person with her. They want to get her. However, they are afraid of getting it. Such entanglement is repeated in their hearts, biting and torturing, but they still get stuck in it without turning back. Sometimes, even they don’t know, they are What is in her heart?
Her words, although very common, touched their heartstrings. They are just thinking now that with her words, even if they died immediately, they would die without regret.
Everyone raised their water cups, and Feng Aotian continued, "Master uses tea instead of wine, to respect you."
When they looked at her, the smile on the corners of their mouths was bright and moving. They raised their heads and drank the water in their hands. They felt that the light and tasteless water was now very sweet.
This breakfast was used extremely peacefully, there was no noise, no catharsis, some just plain, everyone just used breakfast silently, without saying a word.
Feng Aotian looked down, maybe, many times, all they needed was a word from her.
Father Cat raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian. He knew that she had been very lonely over the years. She was carrying too many things on her back. Sometimes, she was overwhelmed with breath, and even a man could not bear it. , And as a woman, she is alone. She has the courage of a man and the tenacity of a woman. Now, she can open her heart to accept the sunshine. He feels that even if she feels uncomfortable, as long as she is happy , He rejoices.
After breakfast, a small figure suddenly came in, and Feng Aotian watched the meteor lying weakly on the soft couch, panting heavily.
She stepped forward and sat beside him, "What's the matter?"
"That Lu Yunxiu is really cunning." Meteor raised her head, looked at Feng Aotian, and hurriedly fell into her arms, pouting the corners of her mouth, her eyes filled with tears, she looked like she wanted to cry but not cry.
Feng Aotian looked at him, "What's wrong with you?"
"Meteor was almost hurt by her." Meteor twitched his mouth, and felt aggrieved when he thought of being talented and almost being hit by that woman.
Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at him, "What did you notice?"
"She is in the capital now." Meteor looked at her, "Meteor chased her, but she escaped."
Feng Aotian's eyes sank, "What is she doing when she comes back?"
Meteor looked at her, "Holy Lord, the aura on her body is not perceptible to Meteor, so I don't know how to judge."
Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at Xing Wuyun, "People are here to find you."
Xing Wuyun couldn't help but feel a headache, no wonder it was a trouble when I saw Lu Yunxiu for the first time, but now it is really a trouble.
"The emperor, shouldn't she be the master of the neon dress door?" Xing Wuyun asked, looking at her.
"Don't pretend to be a fool here." Feng Aotian retorted bluntly.
Xing Wuyun curled his lips, "The minister just doesn't want to think about it. Isn't it against Leng Peihan that she is back now?"
"Master can't tell." Feng Aotian thought that Lu Yunxiu was not stupid, but deliberately exposed her identity to her. Then, there must be a conspiracy that she didn't know.
Leng Qianye looked at Xing Wuyun, thinking about when such a person appeared, and suddenly asked, "Could that Lu Yunxiu be the woman who gave the marriage?"
Xing Wuyun looked at Leng Qianye frowningly, "What does it have to do with me? I am not a fourth prince now."
"Then why does she want to pester you?" Leng Qianye looked like he was watching a good show, thinking that Xing Wuyun was watching their good show in the past, but now, it is really Feng Shui turning around.
Xing Wuyun then stepped forward and sat beside Feng Aotian, "The emperor, the minister does not care about this matter. If she dares to pester the minister, then you will kill her directly."
Feng Aotian looked at him, "You are really willing."
"The minister is not willing to do it himself." Xing Wuyun said directly.
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, "Not willing?"
Xing Wuyun helped his forehead look at the sky helplessly, and then replied, "I just don't want to see her, lest she be broken into pieces."
Feng Aotian was only deliberately quarreling with him. How could she not know Xing Wuyun’s thoughts on other people, a sly flash in her eyes, she raised her eyes and looked at Leng Qianye, "Pei Han has been at the place of Duke Jiu. , There should be nothing wrong, so you can take advantage of this gap and rest more."
Meteor lifted his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, feeling that he was completely ignored, and hurriedly wailed and cried.
Feng Aotian heard the cry and looked at the shooting star, "With your skill, you are more than enough to deal with her, why did you almost get hurt by her?"
Seeing Feng Aotian taking care of him, Meteor stopped crying and stared at Feng Aotian with tears, "She cheated."
Feng Aotian looked at him, "Lord, I will vent your anger."
"Yeah." Meteor nodded, and then sobbed a few more times, "Holy Lord, Meteor is hungry."
Looking at him, Feng Aotian took out the silk kerchief and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "Let the cat prepare meals for you."
"Yeah." Meteor nodded and set his gaze on Father Cat.
"I know you can do this." Father Cat took a step forward, took the meteor out of Feng Aotian's arms, raised his hand, and put his hand against his forehead, "It's ready, go eat."
"Yeah." Looking at the dishes on the table, Meteor suddenly smiled, quickly picked up his chopsticks, and ate with relish.
Feng Aotian turned his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, "The person who appeared last night shouldn't be Lu Yunxiu, and he won't be from the Nishangmen."
"How can the emperor see it?" Xing Wuyun didn't think so, but who else would there be?
Feng Aotian looked at Xing Wuyun, "Is it right? You don't know the most."
Xing Wuyun looked at her with some helplessness, "The emperor, when do you want to tease the minister?"
"How about the whole life?" Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, looked at him, and said.
"Okay." Xing Wuyun was still frowning, and now, completely scattered, regaining his free and unrestrained smile.
Lan Jingshu took a step forward, bowed and said, "The emperor, ministers, wait and leave first."
Feng Aotian looked at Lan Jingshu, "I will be back after noon."
"Yes." Lan Jingshu replied, leaving the imperial palace with Gu Yefeng and Yi Mu and heading to the court.
Gu Yefeng raised his eyes and looked at Lan Jingshu, "Did the emperor take the wrong medicine this morning?"
Today, everyone is still immersed in Feng Aotian's words in the morning. He looked down and looked at Gu Yefeng, "Don't you feel happy?"
Gu Yefeng looked at him, "Happy, but it's not like speaking from the emperor's mouth."
Just because it is too rare, it makes him feel unreal.
Yi Mu looked down. He still remembered Feng Aotian's words this morning, but did he really include him in this sentence?
The three of them had nothing to say and rode in a carriage to the Metropolitan Police.
Today, only Xing Wuyun and Leng Qianye are left in the emperor's bedroom, as well as Mr. Mao sitting on the side of the meteor.
Xing Wuyun then got up, "The emperor, the minister also resigned."
"Go." Feng Aotian nodded, knowing that he would go to Duke Jiu's every day.
Xing Wuyun got up, approached Leng Qianye, and the two looked at each other, and he left the Imperial Palace.
Leng Qianye stepped forward and sat beside Feng Aotian, looking at her, "The emperor, can you accompany the ministers out for a walk?"
Feng Aotian looked at him, "Okay."
Father Cat raised his eyes, watched the two leave, and sighed quietly.
After the meteor was full, his mood became very good. He raised his eyes and looked at Mr. Mao and sighed. He couldn't help asking, "Mao, what's wrong with you?"
Father Cat looked at the meteor, "It's just a little emotional."
Meteor nodded, "I feel that although Lu Yunxiu is not an evil person, he can't get rid of the evil person."
Father Cat looked at the meteor, "What did you find?"
"It just senses the aura in her body, it's definitely not decent." Meteor Jing whispered as he jumped off the chair and touched his stomach.
The father-in-law also got up, and the two of them walked to the soft couch. The meteor leaped slightly and sat on the soft couch. He poured a cup of tea for himself and looked at the father-in-law, "Are you hiding something from me?"
Father Cat looked at him, "What do you want to know?"
"You have been worrying about it these few days, it seems something is going to happen." Meteor looked sideways, looked at Father Cat, and said that he was suspicious.
"If one day, I am not by the master's side, can you promise me one thing?" Mr. Cat looked at him and said in a low voice.
"Okay." Meteor nodded. He knew that everyone has his own fate, and Mr. Cat is no exception.
"Keep the master well." Father Cat looked at him and said.
"Okay." Meteor nodded and responded readily, "But, how do you know that you will not always be by the Lord's side?"
"At that time you will know." Father Cat looked at him and let out a low laugh. He had a reason to leave.
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Meteor nodded, "I understand."
Feng Aotian took Leng Qianye's hand and walked in the palace.
"How about going to the palace with your master?" Feng Aotian remembered the picture of him wearing purple clothes and dancing swords in the wind. It was really noble and elegant, proud and independent.
Leng Qianye nodded slightly, "Okay."
The two flew to the Prince Regent’s Mansion, Xuanluo and Qinghui Pavilion. Although it was late autumn, the scenery was still awkward. She stood on the arch bridge and looked at him, "Give the sword to the Lord."
Leng Qianye nodded in response, and then flew out, the long sword was unsheathed, the purple clothes fluttered, still the face like dust, the ink hair like a waterfall, misty like a fairy, the way is endless and extraordinary, peerless and independent Aloof.
Feng Aotian likes to look at such Leng Qianye, he should have such nobility in his bones, his sword aura was put away, his long sword was sheathed, he turned around and fell in front of her.
Feng Aotian pulled out the silk handkerchief from his sleeve, gently wiped the sweat from his forehead, holding his hand, "In the future, I only need to dance the sword to show him."
Leng Qianye nodded, "Okay."
He raised his arm and hugged her, and the two of them hugged each other like this, listening to the sound of birds singing, the sound of cold water in the cold pool, the sound of whirring in the bamboo forest...
There has been no news from Lu Yunxiu since that day, and Nishangmen hasn't heard anything. As for Xing Wuyun's announcement of the dissolution of the marriage contract, Nishangmen did not respond.
Leng Peihan woke up two days later, but he forgot what happened in those few days, and the clue to the matter was broken.
Leng Qianye accompanied Leng Peihan back to Leng's Mansion, and stayed in Leng's Mansion for the past two days, accompanied by Mrs. Leng.
In the past two days, Feng Aotian would go to the Feng Clan to feed Mu Hanjin himself, and his complexion gradually improved.
Because the members of the Feng Clan can move freely in the past two days, they naturally learned about the affairs of the world and reported them to Mu Hanjin one by one, and Mu Hanjin knew about it. In a few days, Feng Aotian will get married. Up.
He leaned in her arms, "The emperor, are you going to get married?"
Feng Aotian looked at him, "Yes."
She understood that she couldn't hide anything from him, and she never planned to hide it.
Mu Hanjin said warmly, "Congratulations to the emperor."
Feng Aotian lowered his eyes and looked at him, "This is the first person to say congratulations to him."
Mu Hanjin knows what happened these days, and he also knows the entanglement. He feels sorry for her. Even if she wants to get married, he will still bless her heartily, because after experiencing these, let him understand. As long as she is happy, it is also his greatest happiness.
Feng Aotian felt sorry for Mu Hanjin like this even more. She lowered her head and drank his lips slightly, "Master now only hopes that you can get past it sooner."
Mu Hanjin smiled, it was still so elegant, but a little more clear, maybe, after seeing everything, it was calmness.
He leaned quietly in her arms. For him, being able to live and stay with her well was already the greatest gift from heaven to him.
Feng Aotian hugged him, "It's not far from the second death. Grandpa will be by your side."
Mu Hanjin trembled, raised her eyes and looked at her, "My lord, when you die the second time, will you come too?"
"Of course, you can't be without a master." Feng Aotian lowered his head, looked at him, and bit his earlobe, "How can it be without a master."
Of course Mu Hanjin didn't know the ambiguity in her words. He now wonders if he wants to have a good time with other women in front of her. Thinking of this, he shivered with cold.
Feng Aotian looked at him like this, both distressed and helpless. She didn't want to tell him, but now, she can't say anything before it is foolproof.
In order to avoid time, he was given hope but disappointed.
Feng Aotian stroked his back lightly, "Don't think about it."
When Mu Hanjin listened to her, she would tell him the phrase "No cranky thinking" every day, but she couldn't help him not thinking about it.
Feng Aotian hugged him tightly, "If you have a master, don't worry about anything. You are the master, and you can only be the master, whether it's body or mind."
Mu Hanjin was silent, his heart is always hers, but what about his body?
Feng Aotian lifted his jaw and forced him to look at himself, "Did you hear what the Lord said?"
Mu Hanjin nodded and said, a pale smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, "The emperor, the minister will always be yours."
Feng Aotian hugged him, "Just understand."
Mu Hanjin was full of bitterness, but he could only endure it. It was better to live than to die. To stay alive, at least he could stay by her side and look at her.
Feng Aotian lowered his eyes and looked at Mu Hanjin, "Master wants you to live well."
Xing Wuyun's body has improved a lot in the past few days, so Feng Aotian was sent to become the leader of the guard, but one person caught his attention, that was Tsing Yi.
Xing Wuyun, wearing the official robes of the Imperial Guard, stepped into the imperial palace and saw Feng Aotian talking and laughing with Leng Qianye.
He then sat next to her, taking off the burden of his body, "The emperor, what's the matter with that Tsing Yi?"
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "What's the matter?"
"I just think it looks very beautiful." Xing Wuyun looked at her and said lightly.
Leng Qianye naturally knew who Tsing Yi was, raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, "The emperor, do you plan to keep him forever?"
"The thing that the Lord promised, but changed his mind." Feng Aotian looked at Leng Qianye.
Leng Qianye pondered for a moment, "But, after all, he..."
"Master said, give him three years, even if he has something to hide from him." Feng Aotian remembered the helplessness in his eyes when he saw Qingyi for the first time, even though he pretended to be good The most real emotion in the eyes cannot be hidden, so she is willing to give him a chance, even if he has always been thinking about killing her.
Xing Wuyun probably knew the origin of this Tsing Yi, and looked at Feng Aotian, "The minister does not allow any danger in this palace."
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "Don't worry, he can't hurt him."
Xing Wuyun leaned weakly on her shoulder, "The emperor, the minister is tired."
Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at him, "Go and change clothes."
"Yes." Xing Wuyun nodded, then got up, walked into the inner hall, changed into a clean goose-yellow brocade robe, and walked over refreshingly.
Leng Qianye looked at Xing Wuyun like this, and said with a smile, "I think you are very talented in this palace, how about going to the border with me to kill the enemy?"
Xing Wuyun knew that Leng Qianye was teasing him and didn’t care, but said indifferently,
No, I don’t like those days of fighting and killing, besides, I’m not idle now, Master today. Finally taught me to make wine."
Feng Aotian looked at Xing Wuyun, "Well, I want to be the first to drink your wine."
"Okay, the minister must make a jar of wine unique in the world." Xing Wuyun still leaned on Feng Aotian's back, looking lazy.
Feng Aotian didn't take it seriously, raised his eyes and looked at Leng Qianye, "Are you going to go back after the grandfather's wedding?"
"The emperor is not willing?" Leng Qianye raised his eyes and looked at him and asked, even if he was not the one who was married, he still wanted to stay and participate in her first wedding.
Feng Aotian smiled lowly, "It's fine if you like."
Leng Qianye smiled and glanced at Xing Wuyun on one side, and the two naturally tacitly understood.
Meteor came back from outside and looked at Feng Aotian, "Holy Lord, when would you let Meteor go and see the little white snake?"
Feng Aotian looked at him, "What's the matter?"
"Meteor missed him." Meteor looked at Feng Aotian and missed it for a few days. He had a bad premonition, "Holy Lord, Meteor sensed the instability of the little white snake's breath."
Feng Aotian looked at the meteor and thought that the little white snake had been in the golden scroll for the past few days, but it seemed that she hadn't woken up yet. Maybe it was that too much skill was consumed that day. She touched the meteor's head, "I'm sorry. Take you to see."
"Okay." Meteor quickly smiled upon hearing Feng Aotian's words.
Xing Wuyun looked at the meteor and wondered why this little ghost head is so good to the little white snake?
Meteor looked at Xing Wuyun, "Look at what I do?"
"Nothing." Xing Wuyun then withdrew his gaze, leaning on Feng Aotian's back, closing his eyes.
Meteor curled his mouth, raised his eyes, and looked at Feng Aotian, "Holy Lord, when will I go?"
"Supper." Feng Aotian looked at Meteor's impatient appearance and couldn't help but laugh.
Leng Qianye looked at the scene in front of him, he was envious, after all, it should be very lively to be able to stay by her side like this, but he was destined not to be by her side like this.
Feng Aotian looked at Leng Qianye thoughtfully, and asked with a smile, "Ming'er, the third prince, will arrive in Beijing, do you want to accompany you to see?"
"Okay." Leng Qianye thought. He has never seen the legendary third prince. It is said that his beauty is no less than Xuanyuan Yu, the number one beauty in the world.
Xing Wuyun's mouth twitched, "The emperor, what is so good about him? Besides, he wears a veil all day long. You may not be able to see his true face when you go."
Feng Aotian looked sideways, "Who said I haven't seen him before?"
Xing Wuyun quickly opened his eyes, sat up straight, and looked at Feng Aotian, "Have you seen the emperor?"
"Almost." Feng Aotian looked at him, "However, since there are skin-to-kin relatives, it's not much difference."
Xing Wuyun stared at Feng Aotian dumbfounded, and when he remembered why Wei Zimo would be furious when he heard Feng Aotian's name at the first time, he wished to take Feng Aotian off eight pieces. Unexpectedly, he was seriously given by her...
Thinking of this, he couldn't help raising his voice and laughed, "Haha...haha..."
Feng Aotian looked at Xing Wuyun with a frantic smile, and asked, "Why are you smiling like this?"
"If you know, every time the minister mentions you in front of him, he will be so angry that he wants to kill someone. You will know why the minister laughed, because it is so funny." Xing Wuyun laughed more and more arrogantly. Tears burst into the corner of his eyes.
The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, "Master is detested by him?"
"It's more than disgusting, it just made him feel mad." Xing Wuyun thought of Wei Zimo's expressions and actions in those days, and he smiled even more.
Meteor raised his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun curiously, wondering, is it so funny?
Leng Qianye has never seen Xing Wuyun smile like this, it is too obvious to gloat, and now he is even more curious about the third prince.
"Do you know the Third Prince?" Leng Qianye said indifferently.
Xing Wuyun looked at Leng Qianye, "More than knowing..."
Leng Qianye looked at him, "It seems that you have a deep friendship with him."
"Well, when you see the real person, you will know it." Xing Wuyun still couldn't help smiling.
Feng Aotian watched him laugh like this, and said slowly, "If you let him know that you laugh at him like this, I guess he will have to chase you for three days and three nights again."
Listening to Feng Aotian's words, Xing Wuyun quickly stopped smiling, "The emperor, the minister is not happy."
"What are you happy about?" Feng Aotian looked at him, "Wei Zimo is not happy now."
"How do you know that he is unhappy?" Xing Wuyun said quietly, "Is the minister very happy to see him?"
"He's very happy to marry him?" Feng Aotian thought. According to Wei Zimo's temperament, he must treat this matter as a bargaining chip, or a bargaining chip in exchange for something.
"It's better than in the Yuluo country." Xing Wuyun thought that he and Wei Zimo both had their own helplessness. Wei Zimo's biggest wish was to escape the control of the Yuluo Emperor.
Feng Aotian did not respond, but raised his eyes and looked at him, "I saw him tomorrow, and you can tell him in person."
"That's still forgive." Xing Wuyun quickly smiled and asked, "The emperor, when will he arrive tomorrow?"
"In the morning." Feng Aotian looked at Xing Wuyun, "You are not easy to come out recently, so you don't need to go."
Xing Wuyun shook his head quickly and said, "The minister is going, why, I will be a family in the future."
Feng Aotian looked at him amused, "A family?"
"That is natural. Anyway, they are all people who live in the palace." Xing Wuyun looked at her, "The emperor, how about letting him move to the palace next to the minister?"
"The place you are waiting for, choose your own, Lord will not interfere." Feng Aotian looked at him, "Anyway, he won't be lonely with you."
Father Cat walked in and looked at Feng Aotian, "Master, these three princes are the first to give you a wedding ceremony. Compared to Lan Shifei and Yi Shifei, what kind of position do you want to give him? ?"
Feng Aotian looked at Grandpa Cat, "The master treats the people of the master the same way, and does not distinguish between positions. What was in the past will be the same in the future."
"However, this is against the system." Mr. Mao couldn't help but replied, "I am afraid that it is not allowed in this court."
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Mr. Cat, "What does the master say? Come to the master if you want to die."
Cat father-in-law listened to her, knowing that in her heart, for them, they all want to be treated equally. Such a decision is the best for them. However, staying in the palace, if there is no place Serving, that is a bad name.
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at them, "Is he aggrieved by the Lord's side? Do you feel bad name?"
Xing Wuyun continued to lean on her back, "The minister does not care about these false names."
"So is the minister." Leng Qianye stated his position. Instead of giving him a dispensable status and becoming a restraint of himself, he is not as comfortable as he is now.
Father Cat looked at her, "Master, the slave is too worried."
Feng Aotian looked at him, "Master knows your thoughts. In front of your master, you don't need to pretend and have concerns. What is always is what you usually have. That's it."
Father Cat nodded, looked at Feng Aotian, and smiled.
Xing Wuyun and Leng Qianye naturally like the feeling they are now and don't want other changes.
After dinner, Feng Aotian took the meteor to the Feng Clan. When she walked into the hall, she saw the golden scroll appearing dark black. Her eyes sank, looking at Feng Qing and Feng Yun on the side, "What is this? What happened at the time?"
"Three hours ago." Feng Qingchui responded, and they didn't know why the gold scroll suddenly changed color.
Feng Aotian stepped forward, raised his hand, placed it on the golden scroll, and sucked the little white snake out of the golden scroll, and saw the little white snake dying in her arms.
Meteor hurried forward, holding the little white snake in Feng Aotian's hand, "Holy Lord, what's wrong with it?"
"The internal force is consumed too much." Feng Aotian looked at the little white snake, "put it on this."
"Yes." Meteor hurriedly put the little white snake on the table, Feng Aotian raised his hand, covering the body of the little white snake with his palm, took out a dagger, cut her fingers, her blood dripped on the little white snake's body, and then Seeing that the white of the whole body had turned to crimson, Feng Aotian then poured blood into its body with internal force.
Meteor stood on one side, raised his eyes, and looked straight. After a long time, Feng Aotian put away his internal strength and saw the crimson on the little white snake's body fade and become white.
Little White Snake opened his eyes slowly, and then closed weakly. The meteor stroked the head of Little White Snake, "Little White Snake, you have to hold on."
Feng Aotian then put the little white snake into the golden scroll, "It will be fine in a few days."
"Yeah." Meteor nodded, looking at Feng Aotian, "Holy Lord, are you okay?"
"No problem." Feng Aotian looked at him, then turned around and walked into the house.
Little White Snake hurriedly followed, and the two of them stepped into the house. Meteor saw a man lying on the bed, wearing a crescent brocade robe, with curtains covering his face. However, just looking at him like this, he could feel his gracefulness. Temperament like water.
The meteor passed Feng Aotian and rushed to the bedside in a swift smoke. Looking at Mu Hanjin, although his complexion was a little pale, he was still handsome, and his silver hair made him even more dusty.
Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and saw the shooting star. A faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, "Are you?"
Meteor blinked his eyes and stared at Mu Hanjin for a long while, then turned to look at Feng Aotian, "Holy Lord, is he the clan leader of the Wind Clan?"
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded and said, walking to his side, sitting on the bed, and holding Mu Hanjin in his arms, "He is a little devil, just call him a meteor."
"Meteor." Mu Hanjin looked at the meteor and called out softly.
Meteor looked at him, "Hearing is better than seeing, no wonder it makes them feel jealous after hearing it."
Mu Hanjin was startled, listening to the meteor's words, raising his eyes, and seeing Feng Aotian looking at himself dozingly, his eyes drooping slightly, obviously a little embarrassed.
Meteor also had no scruples, and looked at Mu Hanjin intimately, "Hey, I ask you, when will you consummate with the Holy Master?"
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