Chapter 182: The person who needs to tie the bell to untie the bell

Xing Wuyun reluctantly agreed, knowing that she must be in difficulties these few days.
Wei Zimo was now waiting for them to leave as soon as possible, sitting angrily beside the bookcase, flipping through the books, and the sound of turning over the books was rustling.
Xing Wuyun looked at Wei Zimo's appearance, where he had known him before, and couldn't help sighing, then got up, took Feng Aotian's hand and left the Floating Dream Palace.
When Wei Zimo saw the two of them leave, he immediately collapsed on the back of the chair, raised his eyes, looked at everything in front of him, and a touch of sadness appeared in his mind.
Feng Aotian and Xing Wuyun went back to the Cloud Palace. Xing Wuyun leaned softly in her arms. He was always calm and casual. He seemed a little at a loss for the first time. In fact, he should have thought of it long ago, but now he is really facing Yes, it is still somewhat unacceptable.
"What's wrong with you?" Feng Aotian obviously felt something wrong with Xing Wuyun, put him on the soft couch, raised his hand, untied his belt, and unbuttoned his shirt. She saw that the wound was really being pulled, she lifted him up. Mou, looked at him irritably, "You don't plan to be better, are you?"
Xing Wuyun suddenly embraced her and leaned against her neck without saying a word.
Feng Aotian stroked him lightly and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
"The emperor, will you be good to Wei Zimo?" Xing Wuyun asked softly.
Feng Aotian knew what he was worried about. Compared with his temperament, Wei Zimo seemed cold and strong, but in fact, his heart was extremely fragile.
"Yes." Feng Aotian replied firmly.
Xing Wuyun breathed a deep sigh of relief. He could fall in love with her only because she could see through everyone, including his mind. Perhaps, she could know what he was thinking with just a look and a sentence. What she wants to do, she makes him feel very comfortable, does not bother, and feels more relaxed.
He let go of her, lowered his head, looked at the wound on his chest, thinking that it would be harder to get better.
Feng Aotian looked at him, "Do you know how difficult it is now?"
Xing Wuyun grumbled, "Um..."
Feng Aotian got up, took the medicine box, raised his eyes, and looked at him with a calm face, while Xing Wuyun still looked at her with a casual smile.
"Don't move in these few days." After Feng Aotian wrapped up his clothes, he closed his clothes again and whispered.
Xing Wuyun raised his hand and took her into his arms, "The emperor, stay with the minister."
"Okay." Feng Aotian nodded, "Master, why don't you know when you are still clinging?"
Xing Wuyun looked down and looked at her in his arms, "Is it not good for the minister to be like this?"
"Occasionally it's okay." Feng Aotian felt that they all had their own temperaments. She only hoped that they would not change because of her, and be their best.
Xing Wuyun's mouth raised a free and easy smile, "Chen is only occasional."
Feng Aotian knows why he is like this today. The arrival of Gong Yimin brings them all the horror she can't feel. The more he is like this, the more he cares about her, the more he cares, and he is afraid of losing. He has always been free and easy, thinking about flying freely, but because of her, he was trapped, although he was willing, but after all, he was afraid of losing.
Xing Wuyun hugged her tightly. After all, he was scared. If it were in the past, how would he know that one day, there will be such a situation, he actually moved the truth to a man, for him, this is simply impossible. , But, he still planted inexplicably like this. The moment he inserted the dagger into his heart, he really thought he would never see her again, regaining his life, he wanted to forget the past, but, Gong Yi Why can't Min let him go?
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "What are you thinking about?"
"Miss you." Xing Wuyun looked at her, did not have a respect for her, but a simple word "you", which has already explained everything, he really put her in his heart, not her The halo of the emperor shrouded him.
Feng Aotian chuckled, "What do you miss?"
"Thinking about how I would treat a man..." Xing Wuyun couldn't help but sadly said, "I have always liked women but women."
Feng Aotian laughed, "Haha... are you still struggling with this matter?"
"Yeah." Xing Wuyun was afraid that he would never let it go in his lifetime.
Feng Aotian shook his head helplessly, "Then I will show you how to wear women's clothing next time."
Xing Wuyun was immersed in his own thoughts and still hadn't gotten out. Hearing Feng Aotian's words, he nodded along the way, and when he reacted, he felt that he had heard hallucinations and said quickly. "What did you say?"
Feng Aotian looked at him, "Don't you like women? Master dressed up as a woman, so you can feast your eyes."
Xing Wuyun shook his head quickly and said, "I like real women."
Feng Aotian raised his hand and tapped lightly on his forehead, "You mean you don't like the master?"
Xing Wuyun replied a little sadly, "I like it."
"Then you mean, you like masters, but you also like women?" Feng Aotian refused to forgive him.
Only then did Xing Wuyun react. He said something wrong and quickly looked at her, "Well... I like women. It's normal. I like you. It's my heart's involuntary."
Feng Aotian's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, "Then you mean, isn't it normal for you to like your master?"
"Yeah." Xing Wuyun replied truthfully, "It's beyond imagination."
Feng Aotian nodded and said, "If that's the case, then you are allowed to like women."
After speaking, he got up from his arms and turned to leave.
Xing Wuyun raised his hand and grabbed her wrist, "Let's go, if you don't care about my wound, let me die."
Feng Aotian turned his eyes and looked at him, "Do you think the Lord is a big threat?"
Xing Wuyun lay on the soft couch casually, holding her fingertips with one hand, and pulling her shirt open with the other, exposing her chest injury. "If you try harder, this place will really never happen again. It's not alright."
Feng Aotian stepped forward, leaned over, sealed his lips, biting fiercely, until he was relieved, sat down again and looked at him, "You learned from Wei Zimo?"
Xing Wuyun raised his finger and shook it in front of her, "Neither, nor, as it is said that those who are close to Zhu are red and black are black. After staying with the emperor for a long time, it is inevitable that they will learn some advantages."
The corners of Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, "You speak so grandly."
"That's natural." Xing Wuyun responded with a smile, and then looked at her, "Don't the emperor feel that the temperament of the minister has followed the emperor more and more?"
Feng Aotian replied slightly, "It does look like a little bit."
Xing Wuyun hooked his lips and smiled. The two of them lied on the soft couch and talked and laughed from time to time. Time passed extremely fast.
Grandpa Cat waited for Feng Aotian to return in the Imperial Sleeping Hall. He turned his eyes and saw that Gu Yefeng seemed to have a nightmare. He shouted and sat up.
He stepped up and walked in, seeing him in a cold sweat, "have a nightmare?"
Gu Yefeng raised his eyes and saw that it was Father Cat, raised his sleeves, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked at him, "Why am I here?"
Father Cat looked at him, "What do you think?"
Gu Yefeng closed his eyes, thinking about what happened at Shi Shi, turning his eyes and seeing Lan Jingshu still unconscious, he then asked, "Where is the emperor?"
"In Xingyun Palace." Father Cat replied lightly.
Gu Yefeng opened the quilt, "I want to go back to Meixiang Palace."
Father Cat looked at him, "If you go back like this, if something happens, how can the Sajia explain to the master?"
Gu Yefeng insisted on moving his body and got off the dragon bed, "I want to go back."
Seeing him like this, Mr. Mao pulled the wheelchair back, and Gu Yefeng sat in, turned the wheelchair, and left the palace.
Father Cat gestured to Si Xi, who was beside him, and asked him to send it in person. Si Xi nodded and followed Gu Yefeng away.
Cat father-in-law looked at Gu Yefeng's slightly thin figure in the middle of the night, a cold wind blew, blowing away his clothes, but he didn't know it, just wanted to leave.
Feng Aotian was lying on the bed, looking at Xing Wuyun, who was already asleep unknowingly beside her, she stroked his cheek with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, very peaceful.
She slowly got up, got off the bed, and left Xingyun Palace, but did not return to the emperor’s bedroom. Instead, she went to the Floating Dream Palace. She saw that the bedroom was still brightly lit. She stepped inside and saw Wei Zi Mo still sat next to the bookcase, looking at the ledger with a focused expression.
She watched for a long while without going to disturb her, with a smile on her mouth, turning and leaving.
Father Cat at this moment, Feisheng fell and stood in front of her, "Master, Gu Ye Fengshi just woke up and insisted on going back."
"Well, let's go and see." Feng Aotian thought that something must have happened to him, and looked at Mr. Mao, "What is his unusual behavior?"
"It looks like a nightmare." Father Cat continued.
Feng Aotian's eyes sank, holding the hand of Father Cat, and rushed to Meixiang Palace.
Now, Meixiang Palace is in a mess. Yi Mu is wearing a robe. He is standing next to the bed and watching Gu Yefeng come back without saying a word, lying on the bed, watching with wide eyes.
He had already sent someone to the Royal Xuan doctor, but seeing his situation, he couldn't help but feel emotional, he coughed abruptly, and lowered his head, he saw blood stained on the silk kerchief. When he turned his body, he fell back. .
Feng Aotian stepped inside, and saw Yi Mu looking at the silk kerchief sadly, falling backwards, she stepped forward quickly, wrapped up his slender waist, and looked at the blood on the corners of his mouth. And the red color on the silk kerchief, her eyes sank, "Didn't I go to see the wine father-in-law?"
Yi Mu froze slightly, raised his eyes, and when he saw Feng Aotian, he immediately took away the stunnedness in his eyes, and retreated respectfully from her arms, "I have found it, and the prescription is just enough. It was the minister who was worried about Ye Feng and was a little impatient."
Feng Aotian didn't believe it. He stepped forward and said solemnly, "Don't move."
Yi Mu was startled, and stood still not daring to move. Feng Aotian raised his hand, put his fingertips on his wrist, pressed his pulse, and then frowned, how could his pulse be so weak?
She turned her eyes and looked at Mr. Cat, "Take him to Mr. Jiu's place. If he is not cured, don't come back."
"Yes, master." Mr. Cat answered, looking at Yi Mu, sighed secretly, and whispered, "Yi Shifei, please!"
Yi Mu raised his eyes, facing the cold light shot by Feng Aotian, he quickly looked down, "The minister obeys!"
Seeing him like this, Feng Aotian felt uncomfortable, holding his cold and slender fingers in his palm, "Looking weak, but he was not convinced at all."
Yi Mu's figure trembled and said softly, "The minister retires."
Seeing that he was still like this, Feng Aotian turned around, let go of his hand, and wanted to walk by the bed.
Yi Mu held the silk kerchief in his hand tightly, the temperature of his palm was fleeting, and who knew the pain in his heart at this moment?
He stepped up, walked out, raised his eyes, looked at the night sky in front of him, still so lonely, he curled his eyebrows and walked out.
Father Cat walked outside with him, but did not urge, but stood by his side, looking at him with a calm expression, no sign of sadness, but, that thin body, and the eternal brow The sorrow that can't go away alone adds a bit of beauty to him that I see pity.
Father Cat never comforted people. What's more, the person in front of him seemed sad, but he could see it more clearly than anyone, so he didn't say much, just walked forward with him.
Feng Aotian stood on one side, looking at Gu Yefeng with his eyes open, looking at the top beam, without saying a word, like a puppet whose soul had been lost.
She stepped forward, sat on one side, embraced him in her arms, raised her hand, and covered his forehead. It was extremely hot, "Why are you?"
Gu Yefeng didn't seem to hear it, but still looked at it like this.
Feng Aotian knew that he couldn't let go. He raised his eyes and looked at Si Xi on one side, "Go and boil some medicine to relieve the cold."
"Yes." Si Xi answered his head. He was really frightened. Since Ye Feng returned to the house, he ordered someone to put him on the bed, and he became like this. Now that the emperor returns, he Then relax.
Feng Aotian looked at him, "With a master, don't be afraid of anything."
She took out a porcelain bottle from her arms, poured out two pills, and poured them into his mouth, but he clenched his teeth and did not want to open it.
Feng Aotian raised her palm and pressed it against his back, and then saw him open her mouth. She immediately put the pill in and swallowed it down his throat.
Gu Yefeng coughed sharply, then slowly closed his eyes, still silent.
After a while, Si Xi walked in with the decoction, "The emperor..."
Feng Aotian took the decoction and looked at him, knowing that he definitely couldn't drink it now. He had no choice but to hold it by himself and feed it bit by bit into his mouth.
Si Xi stood on one side, looking at Feng Aotian in front of him, with a lot of emotions. Perhaps, the former emperor made him feel afraid, but the current emperor made him feel distressed.
Feng Aotian put him on the bed after feeding the drug and looked up at Si Xi, "Go back to the emperor's bedroom"
"Yes, the slave retires." Si Xi replied, and then retired.
Feng Aotian looked at Gu Yefeng and closed the quilt for him. After staying for half an hour, seeing that his breath was calm, he was relieved, then got up and left Meixiang Palace.
She walked slowly on the corridor, facing the cold wind, waving away her depression at the moment.
When Yi Mu walked to the side courtyard, he turned his eyes and looked at Mr. Cat, "Let's go back, Mr. Cat, I'll go alone. The emperor needs you."
Grandpa Cat looked at him, "If this is the case, Concubine Yi will go in first, so I can feel relieved even in the family."
"Okay." Yi Mu nodded, then lifted up and entered the courtyard.
When Mr. Cat saw him inside, he relaxed and turned to Feng Aotian's place.
When Yi Mu walked into the courtyard, he saw Lord Jiu sitting in the courtyard calmly and busy. He stepped forward and nodded slightly, "Master Jiu."
Duke Jiu raised his eyes and looked at him, "You still need a doctor if you are sick.
Yi Mu nodded slightly, and then said, "Then I won't bother Mr. Jiu."
auzw.com He turned around, walked out of the courtyard slowly, and sneered, "If it can be solved, it will be fine."
Grandpa Cat saw Feng Aotian's figure from a distance. He was overjoyed and flew down beside her. Seeing her walking against the wind, he quickly took off his robe and put it on her, "Master , You cannot catch a cold now."
Feng Aotian looked at him, "It's not in the way."
She took off the robe and put it on him again, holding his hand, "walk with him."
"Master, are you still in pain?" Mr. Cat looked at her impermanence and asked in a low voice.
"It's okay." Feng Aotian turned his eyes, looked at Father Cat, then leaned in his arms, wrapped his hands around his arms, "Is it happy to be beside him?"
Cat father-in-law listened to her lightly, and he smiled lightly, "It's not happiness, it's happiness."
Feng Aotian then asked again, "Then do you like the old master or the current one?"
"No matter what the master becomes, the minions love it." The cat father looked down and looked at her and leaned against his arms like this. He remembered that she was leaning against his arms like this when he was a child, sucking The appearance of allowing fingers.
The smile at the corner of his mouth opened, and then he sighed. Time flies. In a blink of an eye, sixteen years have passed, and the little nanny in his arms has grown so beautiful. He raised his hand and couldn't help but feel light. Caressing her jade crown, "The minion can still remember the appearance of the master when he was a child, life flies so fast."
There was a little bit about him in Feng Aotian's mind. He was cautious about himself, caring for himself, and caring about himself. Even now, he returned to Feng Aotian's side, even though he I know that Feng Aotian today is different from what he was two years ago. Despite this, he still treats her as before, and devotes everything he has to her, including his life.
Feng Aotian never felt that she owed anyone, but he alone knew that she owed him after all.
The two of them just cuddled together in this way and walked slowly to the emperor's bedroom. Father Cat hurriedly ordered people to prepare the bath soup, and then helped her into the screen.
He took off her brocade robe that was stained with cold air, Feng Aotian went into the bathtub to get cold air, she raised her eyes and looked at Father Cat, his back turned to her, and he worked skillfully.
Suddenly she got up from the bath tub, stepped up, walked out of the bath tub, and hugged him from her back, "Why do you have to do this? Does it have to be so?"
Father Cat felt the strength of her encircling herself, his hands paused slightly, the corners of his eyes were sour, and there seemed to be tears flowing out, he resisted the pain of being torn in his heart, restrained his mind, turned slowly, and watched her with ink hair scattered. , Sharpened shoulders, and that exquisite body, he whispered, "Master, you can't catch cold now."
He picked her up, took a step forward, and put her in the tub. Feng Aotian didn't know why. She just wanted to keep what she wanted. Why was it so difficult?
She was upset when she remembered that he was not by her side, she was used to him by her side.
The cat turned around, put her blue silk in his hand, bowed his head, sniffed lightly, the pain of being abandoned, he hurt more than her, but he was willing.
Feng Aotian closed her eyes slightly, calming her mood, she shouldn't express her emotions so easily, shouldn't she?
After taking a bath, Feng Aotian changed the menstrual belt again and walked out of the screen in a bright yellow coat, and the father-in-law cat followed her to the dragon couch.
Looking at Lan Jingshu lying on the dragon couch, Feng Aotian felt a faint sadness in her heart. She didn't know why she, who had always been calm and self-sufficient, lost control so often today? Is it because the sunflower water came?
Father Cat helped her to lie down, "Master, you have been tired for a day, please rest early."
"Okay." Feng Aotian nodded slightly, squeezed his hand, "Come and lie down."
"Okay." The cat nodded and lay flat beside her, slowly turning sideways, stroking her jade-like cheeks as if they were before.
Feng Aotian was really tired. With the exhaustion of this day and the arrival of Kuishui, even though she was strong, she was just a woman. She slowly closed her eyes, but the hand holding the cat's father tightly Tight.
Father Cat just stared at her all night, never closing his eyes, just because he couldn't bear it.
Feng Aotian woke up the next day and saw that Father Cat was no longer beside her. She turned around, watching her with warm eyes.
She leaned on her side, looking at him, "Do you have strength?"
"The emperor..." Lan Jingshu called out in a warm voice.
"Is the Lord going to reward you for what happened last night?" Feng Aotian said, and approached him slightly, lowered his head and kissed his lips, gently sucking in.
Lan Jingshu's eyes darkened, feeling the faint fragrance between her lips and teeth, and her heart was very warm.
Feng Aotian looked at him with a slightly sullen face. Compared to yesterday's pale, her complexion was much better. A faint smile hung on the corner of her mouth, but he looked at him like this for a long time.
Lan Jingshu also looked directly at her, not daring to close his eyes. The thrilling experience of last night was vivid, and he asked in a low voice, "Emperor, Ye Feng is fine, right?"
"Hmm." Feng Aotian nodded, "How about you?"
Lan Jingshu’s heart is beating "banging" at the moment. He is fine. Although his back hurts due to his trembling, he can see her smile and he feels that this injury is nothing. , What could be more important than someone who cares about being by his side?
"The minister is fine." Lan Jingshu whispered back, still looking at her unsatisfactorily.
Feng Aotian raised his hand and brushed the green silk off his forehead, "Fool."
Lan Jingshu wanted to get up, "The emperor, the minister is really fine."
Feng Aotian raised his hand and pressed it against his chest, "Lie down for the Lord, you don't know if you are okay?"
Lan Jingshu closed her eyes, then lay down and stopped talking.
Mr. Mao came in carrying the soup, and saw that Feng Aotian and Lan Jingshu were both awake, and he came forward with a smile, "Master, drink the soup."
Feng Aotian turned his eyes and looked at him, "When did you get up?"
Cat father-in-law immediately sat beside her, holding the soup, and feeding it carefully, "Suitable."
Feng Aotian drank the soup he personally fed, and looked at him with a smile on his lips, "It's much better today."
"The minion is relieved." The cat nodded slightly.
"How many more days will it take?" Feng Aotian then asked.
Father Cat raised his hand and took the pulse for Feng Aotian, "Once today is over, it will take two more days."
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, counting the days.
Father Cat looked at her, "How long is it until Mu Hanjin's second death?"
Feng Aotian looked at him, "Ten days."
"So it's in time." Father Cat nodded slightly.
Feng Aotian shook his hand, "You will think about it."
Mr. Cat smiled, "A slave is born to think of his master."
Lan Jingshu lay on the dragon couch, staring sideways, watching the slender eyes of the cat father-in-law slightly bend, smiling very softly, and the whole body seems to be covered with inevitable petting.
He looked at such grandpa cat, and then at Feng Aotian, but there was a slight sadness in his heart. He suddenly felt that he would never enter the world of the two of them.
After Feng Aotian drank the soup, he just stood up, turned his eyes, and looked at Lan Jingshu, "These few days, you will lie down and don't move."
"Yes." Lan Jingshu nodded and responded, following her gaze.
Father Cat was ready to wait for Feng Aotian to wash and wear. After a while, when Lan Jingshu was in a trance, he saw a group of black things coming in, followed by meteors.
Feng Aotian looked at Meteor's messy hair, his face was still stained with black ash, his face was gray, his mouth was pouting, and he stared fiercely at the dog walking leisurely in front of him.
"Can you find it?" Feng Aotian asked while looking at the dog.
The dog raised his head, looked at Feng Aotian, and quickly nodded in response.
Feng Aotian squatted halfway, touching its head, "Where is she?"
"Xicheng." Meteor replied angrily.
"It took you one day to go to Qicheng?" Feng Aotian thought that relying on Meteor's current skill, it should be somewhat difficult.
"Yeah." Meteor nodded, looking at the dog, "He took Meteor."
"How to bring it?" Feng Aotian saw the appearance of a meteor, naturally he didn't ride a dog.
"Humph." Meteor snorted coldly, and rushed into Feng Aotian's arms pitifully. Before he touched him, he was carried by the cat.
Meteor turned his head and looked at him, "What are you doing?"
Father Cat lowered his head, looked at the dirt on the meteor, and then said, "You look like this, don't you get out and wash."
Meteor then raised his hand, rubbed his nose, took a breath, and looked at Feng Aotian, "Holy Lord, I will never go out with him again in the future."
"Huh?" Feng Aotian looked at Meteor's aggrieved appearance, "What's wrong?"
"It...it...relied on being faster than me, and before I was allowed to ride it, I grabbed its tail. As a result, it was so bad that it dragged me away..." Meteor said. At the same time, he was struggling, that appearance, not to mention aggrieved.
Feng Aotian couldn't help laughing out loud, "Haha..."
Even the father-in-law with the cat laughed, but the dog felt that he had done the right thing. He raised his proud head and shook his tail.
Meteor looked at Feng Aotian not feeling sorry for him, and even laughed at him, and suddenly felt sad. He sat on the ground, kicked his legs, and started crying loudly with a "puff". The voice was very loud.
Hearing the cry of the meteor, the dog felt deafening, and quickly hid behind Feng Aotian, wishing to find something to plug his ears.
Feng Aotian saw that he was really suffering, and then stepped forward, "Go and wash, and let Father Cat make you a good meal."
Hearing Feng Aotian's words, Meteor stopped crying, then got up from the ground and looked at her, "Holy Lord, Meteor really doesn't want to be with him, Meteor wants little white snake."
The dog poked his head out from behind Feng Aotian, staring at the shooting star with dark eyes, shaking his head, "It doesn't want to be with him yet, it's an insult to its IQ."
Meteor saw the contempt in the eyes of the dog, and became even more angry. Taking advantage of the trend, he pulled Feng Aotian's sleeves, "Holy Lord..."
Feng Aotian looked at the meteor, "Go wash first."
Meteor knew that Feng Aotian didn't agree, but he also knew the temper of the Holy Master. Now if he continues to behave, he may know something will happen, or he should know a little bit. After thinking about it, he turned around. Dejectedly went to the bath.
Father Cat looked at his pitiful appearance, then looked at the divine dog behind Feng Aotian, who was still calm and relaxed, with a slight smile on his lips.
Feng Aotian turned around and looked at the dog in front of him, "How can you subdue her?"
The dog naturally knew who she was in Feng Aotian's mouth, and then shook his head with a look of helplessness.
Feng Aotian thought that it was not easy for it to sense the whereabouts of the nine princesses, and then raised his hand to rub his head, "Are you tired?"
The dog nodded, it did lose a lot of aura, now it knows to sleep well.
Feng Aotian leaned over and hugged it, "Then go to the meeting."
The dog was leaning against Feng Aotian's arms, nodding her head, she put it on the soft couch and smiled, "Go to sleep."
The dog was lying on the soft couch and fell asleep with his eyes closed.
After a while, Meteor changed into a clean dress and walked out. Father Mao had already prepared breakfast, and Feng Aotian carried the porridge and walked to the dragon couch.
Cat father-in-law sat at the table, looking at the shooting star, "eat it."
Meteor lifted his eyes and looked at Mr. Cat, feeling sad. This kind of food might be eaten less in the future.
Feng Aotian saw that Lan Jingshu had been cleaned up under Sixi's service. She sat on the dragon couch and fed Lan Jingshu for breakfast, so she got up and sat beside Meteor.
The three of them stopped breakfast, and Feng Aotian looked at the meteor, "She really is in Qicheng."
"Holy Lord, Naqi City is now an empty city, what is she going to do there?" Meteor asked inexplicably.
"Xicheng has what she wants." Feng Aotian said lightly.
"What is it?" Meteor asked with his eyes open, looking at Feng Aotian.
Feng Aotian looked at him, holding a cup of water in his hand, "Qicheng was originally the capital of the country. Why did the King of Qi regard that place as the capital of the country?"
Meteor looked at her and shook his head, "Holy Lord, is there any secret in Qicheng?"
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "If you want to know what the secret is, someone can help you out."
"Who?" Meteor couldn't help asking.
"He's here." Feng Aotian raised his eyes, and saw Xing Wuyun's mouth with a smile, walking in.
Meteor looked at Xing Wuyun with a clear smile, "Holy Lord, he looks in a good mood."
Feng Aotian looked at Xing Wuyun, "When was he in a bad mood?"
Xing Wuyun walked in and looked at the meteor, "When will you be back?"
"Suitable." Meteor replied with a smile.
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