Chapter 174: Wei Zimo's Compromise

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "What do you want to say to the Lord?"
Leng Qianye just looked at her quietly, without saying a word. He couldn't say anything that was too sensational. Now, I just want to look at her like this and keep all her expressions in his head, no matter it is cold-blooded and merciless, Still gentle.
Feng Aotian always had a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, looking at him, "Have you seen enough?"
"No." Leng Qianye shook his head and replied softly.
Feng Aotian raised his hands, covered his cheeks, and leaned forward. The face that was close at hand, his eyes facing each other, were boundless love.
I have to say, if Leng Qianye doesn't speak, if he doesn't wear a battle robe, like this lavender brocade robe, his handsome face, otherworldly temperament, especially those cold eyes like cold jade, even more It is indifferent to the world. Such a man, wherever he is placed, is a beautiful landscape. He can have the best things in the world, and the beautiful women and friends are surrounded by him, but he is partial On the battlefield, his hands were stained with blood, he just put away his own edge, willing to fall in love with her, he took this step, abandoned the eyes of the world, subverted the law of male superiority and inferiority, just for her.
Feng Aotian smiled and looked at all of his expressions. She admitted that she was a hard-hearted person. At the beginning, approaching them had her own purpose and calculations. She stood in the highest position. Above, she wants to overlook the world, wants to put all the good things into her own hands, wants everyone to surrender and seek government in her place, she is the overlord, even if there are three thousand beauties in men, What can't she do?
However, in this competition, she also learned how to grow, what it means to be true to each other, and the warmth of human feelings. She is no longer a shadow of others, no longer a wandering soul. They comforted each other in their loneliness. Xin, she is by nature cold, but now, she feels what is called warmth.
She looked at him and said softly, "In the heart of the Lord, you are all equally important."
Leng Qianye opened a smile like a spring breeze, like a thousand-year-old snow mountain, melting at this moment, it is so dazzling, white and flawless.
He took her into his arms, an emperor, a strong man, she can have their bodies, but still cares about their hearts, how can she let him not love, not love, and not love each other?
Leng Qianye never knew what it was. With the ups and downs over the years, he has forgotten what love is and what is affection. She has given him fatal destruction. However, he has given him life-threatening love, but he has no power to resist. Being able to follow his own heart and pay each other with all his heart, he knew that he was completely finished, only because she was in her arms, and only she could warm his dry heart, without half-doping.
Their intersection began in revenge. At that time, he hated her so much. However, everything that happened later made his heart fall with her until he reached the point where he could not help but hate her. He had been resentful, and had struggled with pain, but he was still approaching her without hesitation. Now, he is more sure of his own heart. He is glad that he did not back down at the end, and fortunate that she caught him in time and gave him A hug.
Leng Qianye’s eyebrows were smiling, and he just hugged her tightly. At this moment, his whole body seemed to exude a light called (forbidden words) the depth of love, covering them for a long time. Willing to disperse.
Mr. Mao walked in with the soup medicine, raised his eyes, and saw Leng Qianye’s smile that resembled a spring rain. The corner of his mouth twitched. Such a smile is unique to him. Let me ask a person who doesn’t like to laugh. How can you not fascinate people with his smile?
Feng Aotian leaned against Leng Qianye's arms, and could feel his beating heart. She chuckled, "I plan to hold it like this and not let go?"
"Don't let go." Leng Qianye's tone was firm, and she lowered her eyes and said without anyone else.
Feng Aotian smiled, "Master is going to drink medicine."
Leng Qianye refused to let go. He just hugged and raised his eyes, and saw that the cat father-in-law had already walked over, standing beside Feng Aotian, and handing her the medicine.
Leng Qianye lowered her eyes and looked at the decoction. Although she knew she was conditioning her body, she didn't know when to drink these medicines, and what was the use?
Feng Aotian looked at Leng Qianye's suspicious expression, she raised her head and drank, and Mr. Cat retreated wisely.
"Want to know why Lord takes this medicine?" Feng Aotian leaned close to Leng Qianye and whispered.
Leng Qianye looked at the cunning flashing in her eyes, and seemed to understand a little bit, but he still pretended not to understand and nodded.
Feng Aotian's hand moved slowly along his waist until it touched... the fingertips passed... with a deep playfulness and ambiguity...
Leng Qianye's body was tight, but motionless, letting her act recklessly, she already understood the meaning of her words.
His eyes shone brightly, "My lord, haven't you really been with anyone yet?"
Feng Aotian hooked his neck, "Master's body is ruined by martial arts, and it needs to be treated."
Leng Qianye’s cold eyes flashed across Huaguang. Obviously, every time he was teased by her, she would always involuntarily avoid it, but every time she went further, she would cleverly avoid it. He thought it was her not. She was willing to touch him, it turned out, because she had never really touched anyone.
Obviously, when he heard such news, the excitement in his heart was beyond words. He couldn't help asking, "When will the emperor take care of it?"
Feng Aotian looked at him, "Why? So anxious, want to climb onto the bed?"
Leng Qianye's face was uncontrollably stained with crimson. This was the first time Feng Aotian saw his shy appearance. She was immediately happy and looked at him, "Alright."
Leng Qianye listened to her and thought, he was far away at the border, afraid that it would take a long time to meet again, so...
Feng Aotian slowly approached, looked at him, and suddenly became playful, "Aren't you afraid of pain?"
Leng Qianye was startled, and then he remembered that he didn't understand the interest between men before, so he knew the mystery after reading a book, and occasionally went to the Lianren Hall and saw it with his own eyes. He felt a bit of a chill, but, for some reason, when he saw her, he felt that feeling disappeared. He just wanted to get closer to her.
"The minister hasn't tried, I don't know." Leng Qianye replied truthfully.
Feng Aotian smiled deeper, her fingers slowly slid down from his back, and then whispered in his ear, "Don't you want to try?"
Leng Qianye suddenly felt that it was difficult to breathe and closed his eyes quickly, but approached her. Maybe he would adapt, but it was still unnatural, "The emperor wants to try, so try."
Feng Aotian wrapped his hands around his waist, "Fool, I can't bear it."
Leng Qianye was stunned again, looking down, looking at her, "The minister is reluctant to let the emperor be injured."
The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, "Will Lord give you a chance?"
Leng Qianye's mouth was dyed with a smile, and she looked down and looked at her, "The emperor, the minister would rather hurt himself."
Feng Aotian thought. She said her identity earlier, but she didn't have such fun. Now, she is very happy to hear what they say.
Leng Qianye sighed secretly. It seems that he still can't bear that kind of passion. He always feels a little weird...
Feng Aotian leaned in his arms, playing with the blue silk on his chest, "I will leave tomorrow, and I will live in the mansion tonight. Over the years, the one you owe the most is Mrs. Leng."
Leng Qianye nodded slightly, "Yes."
He didn't know that all these years, it was his mother who was affected, but he had his mission and responsibilities. Some things were helpless after all. He couldn't give his mother the children and grandchildren that his mother wanted. In his heart, he already owed her the biggest debt to the elderly. Up.
Leng Qianye waited until the night was getting dark before leaving the Emperor's Bedroom and returning to the Leng Mansion.
Xing Wuyun brushed the wine jar for a day at the place of Mr. Jiu, dragging his tired body into it.
Feng Aotian looked at him, "Don't go with Wei Zimo?"
Xing Wuyun looked at her, "The emperor is willing to leave?"
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "You think you don't know, but you dare not go back. Now that he has resumed martial arts, you are worried that after going back, he will find you to fight and relieve his breath."
Xing Wuyun was poked by Feng Aotian, the corner of his mouth twitched, and then sat beside her, "The minister has lived in the Imperial Palace these days."
Feng Aotian glanced sideways, looking at him, "Why are you not allowed?"
"That official will die here." Xing Wuyun gritted his teeth and said, looking at Feng Aotian, with a charming smile, "The emperor must be reluctant to die."
Feng Aotian looked at him, "If you don't go, then you can go."
Xing Wuyun disagrees, as long as he does not go, love whoever.
"The emperor is your own way." Xing Wuyun leaned lazily on the soft couch, squinted with bright peachy eyes, smiling unkindly.
Looking at his expression, Feng Aotian said in a calm tone, "It's not bad for the Lord to take him to the Imperial Palace."
Xing Wuyun hurriedly got up and looked at her, "The emperor, you are not good at court."
Feng Aotian looked at Xing Wuyun really anxiously, and smiled broadly, "Aren't you doing well now?"
Xing Wuyun clutched his chest, and said Ai Ai, "The emperor, the minister has not healed from this injury. If he really fights with him, the minister can't hold it."
Feng Aotian looked at him with this pitiful appearance, thinking that Wei Zimo would start a fire, and he really didn't care about it, and then said, "Then what you are still waiting for, don't wash yourself, and eat dinner later."
"It's better for the emperor to treat the minister." Xing Wuyun slapped up, got up from the soft couch and rushed into the inner hall.
Father Cat looked at Xing Wuyun and couldn't help but curiously said, "Master, he is becoming more casual now."
Feng Aotian looked at him, "Not very good."
The corner of the cat's mouth twitched, "It's pretty good."
Meteor sat opposite Feng Aotian and looked at her, "Holy Lord, those three princes are so beautiful that they are on par with Xuanyuanyu."
Feng Aotian looked at him, why did he suddenly mention Xuanyuanyu, "What are you talking about?"
Meteor thought of Xuanyuan Yu, and then said, "I just thought that he was the number one beautiful man in the world, so he blurted out."
Feng Aotian thought about these days, Xuanyuanyu has been silent, as if things had never happened before. He didn't care about the outside situation. He just dealt with the political affairs step by step. The quieter and quieter, it means that Xuanyuanyu has become more and more difficult. .
She raised her hand and stroked Meteor's head, "In the heart of the Lord, the Lord's people are beautiful."
The corner of Meteor's mouth curled, "Holy Lord can really speak."
Lan Jingshu, Gu Yefeng, and Yi Mu just finished reviewing the memorandum, and walked out, listening to Feng Aotian's words, but they were silent.
Feng Aotian looked at the three of them, thinking that they had been silent since seeing Wei Zimo's demeanor this morning, so she said this specifically, but to relieve them.
Lan Jingshu raised his eyes, looked at her, and said warmly, "The emperor, the memorial has been reviewed."
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, then raised his hand, and then dragged him into his arms, "Can you sleep well if you haven't been around for these two days?"
Lan Jingshu looked down and whispered, "All is well."
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, sucked at the corner of his lips in front of everyone, and said with a smile, "Really?"
"Yes." Lan Jingshu panted, her breath unsteadily replied.
Feng Aotian got up, took his hand, and walked to the table.
Xing Wuyun immediately sat beside her, raised his eyes, looked at Lan Jingshu with a sullen face, and then looked at Gu Yefeng's gloomy face, without saying a word, he smiled cunningly.
Feng Aotian looked at him, "What are you laughing at?"
"It's just that someone's face turns black." Xing Wuyun said unhurriedly.
Feng Aotian raised his hand and pinched his waist, "It's not that I'm hungry, I don't need food."
"The emperor, don't move your hands or feet to your ministers when you are eating." Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, but the words were extremely ambiguous. Everyone was watching Feng Aotian's talented actions.
Feng Aotian thought that Xing Wuyun was becoming more and more unscrupulous now, and her eyes flashed, "If you speak again, Lord will throw you back to Xingyun Palace."
Xing Wuyun quickly stopped speaking, raised his eyes, and saw that the meteor sitting opposite was gloating at him. He stared at him fiercely, and then immersed himself in his meal.
Feng Aotian personally picked up the vegetables and put them in the bowls of Lan Jingshu, Gu Yefeng and Yi Mu. He raised his eyes and looked at Father Mao, "Sit down and have a meal."
"Yes." Cat father-in-law sat down immediately, and everyone ate quietly.
auzw.com Traveling to the Cloud Palace, Wei Zimo has already recovered his internal strength. He got up from the bed, looked down at the clothes on his body, but unexpectedly raised his sleeves and put them on his own. Sniffing lightly between the wings of her nose, as if to find the familiar breath.
He stepped up and looked at the bedroom in front of him. It was cleaned specially, and there was no dust. The sweet-scented osmanthus in the courtyard was fragrant, but he just glanced at it lightly, then returned to the main hall and sat down On the couch.
"His Royal Highness, are you okay?" A black figure fell and asked with his head lowered.
Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at him, "Shicai was stopped?"
"Yes, but soon, he will let his subordinates in." Sombra replied immediately.
"Well, step back." Wei Zimo's tone was still cold.
"Yes." Seeing that he was safe and sound, the shadow immediately stepped back.
After a while, two handsome attendants came in, who had served him since childhood.
"His Royal Highness, the emperor said, you have come here all the way, and you must be unaccustomed to many, so you let the minions stay with you, and there are several attendants he specially selected outside the hall. If you are not satisfied, He sent it back." The waiter in front of him is called Tingfeng, the older one, and Tingyu, the younger.
"Where is Xing Wuyun?" Wei Zimo asked herself.
"Young Master Xing is now in the Imperial Palace, and several concubines in the palace are now in the Imperial Palace." Tingfeng replied in a low voice.
"Is he not going to come back?" Wei Zimo couldn't help but increase his voice.
"This...the servant doesn't know." Tingfeng replied in a low voice.
Wei Zimo snorted coldly, "Are you afraid that I might eat him?"
For the unfamiliar environment today, Wei Zimo is really uncomfortable. In all his restaurants, there is a separate pavilion for him, and the layout is exactly the same, so that he can find peace of mind. Sense, he is an extremely picky person. The more picky he is, the more he shows his lack of security.
Looking at the palace in front of him, everything was not familiar to him. He was a little flustered, and a sense of helplessness arose in his heart. He couldn't help but get up, stepped, rushed out of the palace, raised his eyes, and looked in front of him. The endless tunnel, he lowered his eyes, letting the cold wind blow by, hitting his thin body, gorgeous red, but with endless loneliness.
Tingfeng and Tingyu stood beside him. The two of them had served him since childhood. Naturally, they knew that his current mood, even the two of them, were uncomfortable in such a strange environment, let alone Wei Zimo.
He stood outside the palace for a long time, but he didn't want to move a step or go back. He was like a lone soul floating in this lonely palace, looking for a place to live.
Feng Aotian was eating dinner, when she heard the report from the soul, she got up and walked away from the emperor's bedroom.
Xing Wuyun looked at the back of her hurriedly leaving. He naturally knew Wei Zimo’s current thoughts. The reason why he did not go back was not because he was afraid that Wei Zimo would start a fire and start a fight with him, but he wanted Wei Zimo to recognize himself. This heart makes him understand what he wants most.
Lan Jingshu looked at Xing Wuyun, "Are you afraid of the Third Prince?"
Xing Wuyun's mouth twitched, "If you provoke someone to lose their temper, he will act on you, fight you for three days and three nights, chase you everywhere, are you afraid?"
Lan Jingshu let out a low smile, "Unexpectedly, the third prince turned out to have such a temper."
"Everyone has a different point of venting. He just chose the most direct and violent method." Xing Wuyun said casually, but his words hit their minds.
Yes, they are not suppressed, they do not control themselves, but each person has a different way of venting.
Meteor was lying on the soft couch, listening to the conversation between the two in front of him, and then looking at the father-in-law Mao, and suddenly felt that Xing Wuyun was the one who lived the most free and easy.
Feng Aotian saw Wei Zimo who was at a loss standing on the corridor from a distance. She stepped forward slowly, stood in front of him, and looked at him directly.
Wei Zimo's loose eyes slowly condensed, raised his eyes and looked at her, the face hidden by the veil, revealing a faint confusion, he condensed his mind, and unexpectedly stepped back a few steps, keeping a distance from her .
Feng Aotian gradually approached, and then strode forward, standing in front of him, he continued to retreat, she continued to move forward, so that Wei Zimo had already retreated to the bedroom, Feng Aotian still walked forward, you come and go In time, he was forced into the corner of the wall, leaning against the cold wall, raising his eyes and looking at her.
Feng Aotian raised his hand and slammed his arm, and he slammed into her arms. He was shocked, raised his eyes and looked at her, "What's the use of you forcing me like this?"
Feng Aotian clasped his waist and hugged him. Perhaps he had stood in the wind for too long. His body was so cold that she frowned, so she hugged him into the palace like this.
Listening to the wind and listening to the rain, they looked at each other, because, have they ever seen His Royal Highness be so close to others? Although His Highness is reluctant, but he didn't struggle? How is this going? They couldn't help feeling that this Emperor Fengqi was indeed different.
The two of them stood outside the hall and did not dare to enter. The main hall door was closed. Feng Aotian hugged him and sat on the soft couch, holding his slender fingers in his palms with both hands, bowing his head, breathing, and rubbing gently .
Wei Zimo sat in her arms like this, but felt awkward. With his stature, she was taken into her arms, obviously uncoordinated.
He wanted to break free, but he was stunned by her gentle behavior. The people around him kept away from him. No one dared to get close to him. But he resisted everyone who was close to him, for fear of being hurt. Over the years, he has carefully protected himself, but when he met her, it seemed that all his habits had been broken by her.
Feng Aotian raised his hand, hugged him, poured hot water, and then placed it in his palm, "Standing at the wind vent, I am not afraid of catching the wind and cold, I don't want to see a sick beauty when he is married."
Wei Zimo lowered his head and looked at the hot water in the cup, spraying mist on his face. He only felt that his body was not so cold.
Feng Aotian looked at him, "He was thinking of giving you a gift. It seems that it's going ahead now."
As she said, she got up and took his hand, "Remember, only the master can hold your hand, and only the master can touch your body. As for your veil, the master will not force you."
Wei Zimo listened to her and wanted to take his hand out of her hand, but met her cold eyes, he said coldly, "Why should I listen to you."
"Just because you are the Lord's person now." Feng Aotian said the fact that could no longer be changed, "Moreover, you forgot what you said today, let the Lord not leave you?"
Wei Zimo was not used to Feng Aotian being so close. He turned his head and his face was stained with pink unnaturally. Only then did he remember that what he had said, he didn't know why, he would treat her...
Feng Aotian squeezed his hand, "Even if you don't want to, the Lord will not let go of your hand easily."
She led him, walked forward, stepped out of Xing Wuyun Palace, and continued to walk west. Not far away, she saw a palace named "Floating Dream".
Wei Zimo raised his eyes, looked at the name on it, turned his eyes, looked at her, "What's the meaning?"
Pretending to be mysterious, Feng Aotian took his hand into the bedroom, and saw that the furnishings in the bedroom were exactly the same as the one he had lived in before. His eyes flashed in astonishment, but there were more enchanting paved roadsides. flower.
Feng Aotian's voice slowly sounded, "This mandala flower was finally found by the master, but it is difficult to survive. Fortunately, it hasn't been flowered yet."
Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at her. No one had ever treated him so hard. He couldn't help being a little moved. He squatted, his fingertips brushing the dazzling red in front of him, and he whispered, "The other bank blooms and the other bank blooms. I can do nothing in the past. Looking at the countryside, I forget the river and sell Mengpo beside the three-life stone. Nirvana is in love with the demons, and the life is like a dream. Only the rest of life dances the sun and the moon, and the white horse sings in the wind and wind."
He turned his eyes and saw Feng Aotian already squatting beside him. He smiled lightly, "This flower is too sad, do you want me to forget my previous sadness?"
Feng Aotian shook his hand, "Isn't it better to start again?"
Wei Zimo closed his eyes and smiled sadly. How easy is it to forget?
Feng Aotian raised her hand and took him into her arms. She understood many things. In this world, they all have their own last resort, but how difficult is it to take a step?
Xing Wuyun used his own blood and death to pay tribute to the past before putting everything down. What about Wei Zimo? What about the pain and pain in his heart?
Wei Zimo pushed her abruptly, then stood up, dashed into the hall, closed the door, raised his eyes, and saw that the furnishings of the inner force were so familiar. In the hall, he used it for daily use. He is familiar with the incense, the tea sets for daily use, and the furnishings of furniture. Her meticulousness can always crush and collapse the fortress he has built over the years. He weakly leaned against the door. On the other hand, if he doesn't do this, he just wants to make the decision once, he just wants freedom.
Feng Aotian stood outside the door and could not hear any sound in the room. She just stood with her hand in her hands. It seemed that he was indifferent and unintentional. In fact, he was just afraid of hurting, so she was escaping. Press harder and let him face it.
She raised her hand and waved hard, and the door was pushed open. Wei Zimo knelt on the ground, curled up his arms, and buried his head in his arms. He just felt so cold.
Feng Aotian stepped forward slowly, hugging him, "If others see you like this, it won't be a joke."
Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at her, "Why do you treat me so well?"
Feng Aotian chuckled, "You are the Lord's person, so he is naturally kind to you."
Wei Zimo sneered, "Isn't it for the wealth in my hands."
"If you want to, you are not your opponent." Feng Aotian looked at him, but it was too distressed. She stroked his eyebrows and drew the cinnabar between his eyebrows, leaning forward, on his forehead. A light kiss came forward, "You know your master's ability, if you want it, now, most of the wealth in your hands is already in your master's hands."
Wei Zimo was still puzzled, "But, you and I don't overlap too much, why?"
Feng Aotian lifted him up from the ground, took his hand forward, and sat on the soft couch, "This is your destiny and it is destined. You and me will be entangled in this life."
Wei Zimo turned his eyes. He looked at her. No one had ever said that they were destined. He chuckled, "Since when?"
Feng Aotian knew that he was asking her when he started to calculate him. She held his hand and said, "At the beginning."
Wei Zimo raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, leaned on one side weakly, raised his eyes and looked at her, "You are so, so I don't know what to do."
Feng Aotian looked at him, "Don't you want to be free? Master give it to you."
Wei Zimo's eyes lit up, "Okay."
Feng Aotian raised his hand and hugged him, "Now, if you touch you, don't you feel uncomfortable?"
"Yes." Wei Zimo replied bluntly, "but, I will slowly adapt."
Feng Aotian smiled, "In the future, don't blow the cold wind alone."
"Yeah." Wei Zimo responded indifferently. He suddenly felt how he had spent all these years? Can anyone really care about him?
He is indeed awkward at this kind of closeness, but instead of struggling to escape, he adapts. Is this he compromising with her? So easily compromised?
Feng Aotian turned his eyes and looked at him, "What are you thinking about?"
Wei Zimo shook his head, "I just feel that I am in front of you and have no temper at all."
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and smiled evilly, "What kind of temper do you want to have in front of the master?
Wei Zimo listened to her, looked sideways and looked at her, "How did you grow up?"
Feng Aotian looked at him, "How did you grow up?"
"Me?" Wei Zimo couldn't help sinking into thought, then smiled, "I grow up lonely."
Feng Aotian curled his lips and smiled, "He grew up as a murderer."
Wei Zimo lowered his head and looked at her holding his hand. The palm was very soft, and her body exuded a faint fragrance, so that he could calm his mind. He just stared at her quietly, looked at her, and wanted to find out Why did he compromise like this?
Feng Aotian raised his hand and lifted the hem of his veil to reveal his cherry-red lips. The lips were very beautiful and showed a color even more delicate than a woman. She slowly approached, kissed it, and gently sucked in. .
Wei Zimo's heart trembled. Compared with the kisses he kissed through the veil today, the feeling of touching his lips made him instantly stiff and at a loss.
Feng Aotian squinted his eyes slightly, biting his lips, as if tasting the best cakes in the world, smooth but not greasy, mixed with a faint fragrance, which made people forget to return.
She just tasted it, leaving his lips, looking at his slightly drowsy eyebrows, she asked in a low voice, "How do you feel?"
Wei Zimo seemed to be awakened, quickly got up from the soft couch, turned around, entered the inner hall, and ignored her.
Feng Aotian looked at the figure he was leaving angrily, raised his voice and laughed, leaning on the soft couch, recalling the smell of his lips.
Wei Zimo strode into the inner hall with meteors, then lay on the bed, lowered the curtains, and stroked his frantically beating heart. What was he doing just now? Let her treat yourself? Thinking about it this way, he felt that Feng Aotian was extremely hateful, and he felt that the depression could not be eliminated, and he got up from the bed with a gloomy face and walked towards Feng Aotian...
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