Chapter 196: The Lord is loved by everyone

Mu Hanjin slowly opened her eyes because of her actions, and looked at her, "The emperor, what's the matter?"
Feng Aotian looked at his face, she raised her hand, and slid her fingertips across the hair scattered on the bed. The hair was like ink, and she raised a bright smile.
Mu Hanjin followed her gaze, her slender and gentle eyes were filled with surprise. He also raised his hand and raised the ink hair in his hand. He still remembered the white hair that night, but now, black hair all night, He thought he was in a dream.
Feng Aotian suddenly took him into her arms and hugged him tightly. There was no gap between each other. She could clearly feel his heartbeat, he could feel the softness of the skin, and the radiance of her body. The fragrance of a woman.
He raised his hand, hugged her, carefully pushed her away from the blue silk that was pressing on his chest, and stroked it over and over again. The nine-day lingering lingering life had already penetrated into his bones. He felt that he had been affected by these days. The suffering is really nothing.
Feng Aotian let go of him, seeing that his anger has improved a lot in the past few days, his complexion is ruddy, and the tenderness between his brows and eyes can't be concealed. Now, the ink on one end of his hair is even more bright and moving.
Mu Hanjin looked sideways, looking at her, "My lord, what is your body these few days?"
Feng Aotian looked at him, and suddenly put his hand on his belly, "You said that for nine consecutive days, will there be one more life here?"
Mu Hanjin was stunned, and her heart was hit hard at this moment. Obviously, such a series of surprises made him unable to react. He stroked her smooth abdomen and whispered, "The emperor, the minister... "
Feng Aotian raised his hand and knocked on his forehead suddenly, "My body hasn't been thoroughly regulated yet, I am afraid it will be difficult, but I am waiting for you to come back to me well."
Mu Hanjin nodded, her eyebrows filled with soft light, "The emperor, the minister is very happy."
Feng Aotian hugged him, "As you know, I am also very happy because of you."
Mu Hanjin's heart was completely melted at this moment. He never thought that one day he would meet her naked and be so intimately together. He never expected that the one he was in love with turned out to be Woman, he thought about her in the past. With such extreme violence, she was treated as another identity since she was a child. He didn't know how much pain she had in her heart. She suffered too much. Now, he just wants to Able to survive the remaining seven deaths and stay by her side forever.
Mu Hanjin's second death finally passed, Feng Aotian's worries were also let go, until she took a bath and dressed again, taking Mu Hanjin out of Xiaoxie, watching outside Feng Clan people are waiting for them At the time, her heart was filled with warmth.
She clasped his hand tightly, and the two of them walked forward slowly, leaving the hot spring pool, walking to his house, and after simply using up the food, Feng Aotian took Mu Hanjin to the thousand-year cold pool. .
Next to the cold pond, she raised her eyes and looked at him, "This thousand-year-old cold pond, as long as you enter less than half a moment, your whole person will be frozen to death. You have to stay in it for seven, seven or forty-nine days, and you can survive. Live?"
With a gentle smile on the corner of Mu Hanjin's mouth, she gently raised her hand, lowered her head, and kissed softly, "The minister will definitely hold it on."
Feng Aotian nodded and leaned in his arms, "Forty-nine days later, the Lord is here waiting for you."
"Okay." Mu Hanjin knew that maybe after he went down, he would be frozen to death, but now he has the courage and support to live, just because of her in front of him.
Feng Aotian watched him jump and fell into the thousand-year-old cold pool with a smile. She stood by the pool for a while, but couldn't see him. He was already submerged by the pool water.
Her phoenix eyes sank slightly, she turned around, and left the thousand-year cold pond. For ten days, her body became a little weak because of indulgence. Even with martial arts, she could not resist such obsession. She returned to the palace. In the middle, the whole person was already weakened.
Wei Zimo had just returned from the restaurant, and counting the days, he rushed to the Emperor's bedroom. Lan Jingshu, Gu Yefeng, and Yi Mu were reviewing the memorials in the study as usual. Xing Wuyun was able to walk around, so Wufeng specially asked him to come here. The emperor's bedroom, now, he is lying on the soft couch.
Feng Aotian stepped on some vain steps and stepped into the palace of the emperor. Meteor rushed over at the first stride, and quickly hugged Feng Aotian's thigh. He could sense that her aura was weak, so he didn't rush into her hard. In his arms, he held her, "Holy Lord, are you okay?"
Feng Aotian shook her head, raised her eyes, and looked at Xing Wuyun who was awake lying on the soft couch. The corner of her mouth twitched slightly, "It looks like she is much better."
"The minister is fine, the emperor is going to be sick." Xing Wuyun watched her face pale, but the neck was covered with hickeys, his eyes flashed strangely, these days, she and Mu Hanjin have been treated In one place, are they already?
Feng Aotian stepped forward slowly, but Wei Zimo stopped her first, raised his hand, wrapped her around her waist, and suddenly hugged her into his arms, turned around, and left the Imperial Palace.
Xing Wuyun really couldn't react to Wei Zimo's sudden move, until the bright red figure left, he evoked a smile, and then closed his eyes and rested.
Before Lan Jingshu, Gu Yefeng, and Yi Mu even took a look at Feng Aotian, they were snatched away by Wei Zimo. The three of them looked at each other before returning to the study and continued to be busy.
Meteor blinked for a while, then turned around and looked at Xing Wuyun, "This... is really unexpected."
The dog was too lazy to move and continued to sleep on the sidelines.
Feng Aotian leaned against Wei Zimo's arms and raised his eyes to look at him, "I haven't seen him for a few days, my temper is good."
Wei Zimo lowered his eyes and saw the dense hickeys on her neck at a glance. He snorted coldly, "It seems that the emperor has indulged too much in the past few days."
Feng Aotian listened to his words and chuckled, "Then tonight, you and my lord..."
"Wait until you have the strength." Wei Zimo frowned as she listened to her. He was so weak that he was still thinking about that kind of thing.
Feng Aotian just said casually, if she were to do it again, then she would really die on the bed.
She found a comfortable posture in Wei Zimo's arms, with a soft tone, "Master has already bathed, and will sleep with him."
Wei Zimo lowered his eyes, watching her pale, and a touch of distress flashed through her cold eyes, and he held her arm slightly hard to make her come closer.
Feng Aotian stared at his calm heartbeat, feeling the sweet breath radiating from him, she wrapped his neck and slowly closed her eyes.
Wei Zimo held her toes lightly, landed in the Palace of Floating Dreams, stepped into the inner hall, carefully placed her on the bed, and gently covered her with a quilt.
Feng Aotian lay quietly, he leaned over and stared at her sleeping face, raised his hand, and stroked her beautiful face with his fingertips, lowered his head, and put a light kiss on her lips, then turned and left.
When Feng Aotian woke up, it was already noon on the second day. She raised her eyes and saw Wei Zimo leaning on the side, looking sideways, looking at her.
She sat up slowly and looked at him, "Master is hungry."
Wei Zimo got up, bent over to pick her up from the bed, then walked to the dressing table, put her down, and went straight ahead, rolled up his sleeves, wetted the cotton pad, wrung it out, and handed it to her.
Feng Aotian has now recovered a bit of vitality. After raising his hand and washing his face, Wei Zimo hugged her to the table again. He sat on one side and took the soup personally and placed it in front of her.
Feng Aotian watched his careful movements, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, "I don't know, you still have such a gentle and considerate time."
Wei Zimo looked at her, "You are the first."
Feng Aotian scooped up the soup, blew it gently, and handed it to him, "Really good."
Wei Zimo took a look at her, lifted the hem of the veil, drank the soup, then took the spoon from her hand, scooped the soup, and placed it on her lips.
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and smiled at the corners of his mouth, "Really it makes sense."
Wei Zimo just glanced at her lightly, and then fed her soup.
"I really envy others." A voice came from outside the hall.
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and saw Xing Wuyun slowly walking inward supported by the meteor.
Wei Zimo put the bowl down, looked at her, "eat something light."
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, then picked up the bowl and chopsticks to eat.
Xing Wuyun walked in, sat beside Feng Aotian, tilted his head, and looked at her, "Is the emperor better?"
"Yeah." Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at him, "Are you here to inquire about the crime?"
The corner of Xing Wuyun's mouth curled, "The minister dare not."
Feng Aotian laughed, scooped a bowl of soup and handed it to him, "Drink it."
Xing Wuyun smiled and picked up the soup, scooped a spoon, blew it gently, and then handed it to Feng Aotian's lips, "The emperor can't favor one another."
Feng Aotian opened his mouth and drank the soup, "Is it impossible to let the father feed you?"
Xing Wuyun raised his eyes, looked at her, and nodded, "The emperor doesn't like feeding soup the most, but the minister still remembers how the emperor fed soup to Ye Meixi."
Feng Aotian twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at him, "How come you don't know, you still have such a good memory."
"Chen's memory has always been very good." Xing Wuyun said, then scooped up the soup and blew it gently.
Feng Aotian lowered his eyes and continued to use his meal, ignoring him.
Xing Wuyun was reluctant, drank half of it himself, and handed the remaining half to Feng Aotian.
Wei Zimo looked at him, then raised his hand, grabbed the spoon in his hand, and then said, "If you don't want to eat, get out."
Xing Wuyun looked at him with a smile, "The emperor, someone is jealous."
Feng Aotian raised her eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, knowing that he must be looking for something for Wei Zimo to openly bring her here yesterday, she shook her head amusedly, and then her eyes sank, "Can you still use it well? Have dinner?"
Listening to Feng Aotian's words, Xing Wuyun sighed faintly, "Hey, it was the minister who disturbed the emperor's interest in eating, and the minister retired."
As he spoke, he got up and turned to leave.
Feng Aotian didn't stop him, instead he ate his meal, and Wei Zimo even ignored him.
The corner of Xing Wuyun's mouth curled, and as soon as he walked to the entrance of the hall, he folded back, sat down again, picked up the bowls and chopsticks, and began to eat.
From beginning to end, Meteor sat quietly at the table not far away for him to eat, and turned a deaf ear to everything that happened before him.
From beginning to end, Wei Zimo didn't glance at Xing Wuyun, but ate quietly.
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at the two people beside him with a deep smile. Then he picked up the vegetables and put them in their bowls, waiting to eat. Feng Aotian felt that his body was a little more refreshed, better than yesterday. A lot.
She propped herself up, then got up and looked at Wei Zimo, "Is the industry recovered?"
"It's stable now." Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at her. "The emperor shouldn't be concerned about the affairs of ministers. Special envoy Bei Liguo has asked for several times."
Listening to Wei Zimo's words, Feng Aotian remembered that Xia Luoyan had given her twelve beautiful men. The corners of her mouth twitched slightly and looked at Wei Zimo, "Have you seen it?"
Wei Zimo's cold eyes were very indifferent, "It's not me who wants them. What do I see them for?"
"That's the same, Lord, go and see, if it's really as beautiful as the rumors, then the Lord will have it." Feng Aotian followed his words and responded with interest.
Wei Zimo turned around, ignored her, and then said, "Go ahead then, what else are you sitting here for?"
Xing Wuyun looked at Wei Zimo's little-tempered appearance, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He was really a hard-hearted guy. He then got up and took Feng Aotian's hand. "The emperor, the minister will accompany you to see."
Feng Aotian looked at him and nodded in response, "Okay."
Wei Zimo listened to her, then stepped up, entered the inner hall, and said coldly, "If you go, don't come to me again."
Listening to the voice coming from the inner hall, Feng Aotian twitched the corner of his mouth, raised his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, winking.
Xing Wuyun quickly understood, and then said, "The emperor, why don't you go to the minister's palace, anyway, there are people who don't want you to come over."
"That's great." Feng Aotian nodded, and then walked out.
But seeing a bright red figure suddenly fell in front of her, a pair of beautiful eyes glared at her, "Don't go."
Feng Aotian looked at him, "Where do you want to go, how can you not go?"
Wei Zimo held her hand, then dragged her into the inner hall.
Meteor stood by Xing Wuyun's side, looking at Wei Zimo who burst into flames, and then at Xing Wuyun's tricky expression, shook his head helplessly, "He really made friends accidentally."
Xing Wuyun raised his hand and patted Meteor’s head,
I’m doing it for him.

Meteor clutched his aching head and looked at him, "You better go back and rest."
Xing Wuyun leaned slightly, glanced at the inner hall, with his usual signature smile on the corner of his mouth, put one hand on Meteor’s shoulder, and left the floating dream palace slowly.
Feng Aotian was dragged into the inner hall by Wei Zimo, looking at her with eyes full of anger.
"Look at what the Lord does?" Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, letting him hold her hand tight.
Wei Zimo took a step forward, pulled her into her arms, wrapped her hands around her waist, and gently hugged her, "Can't you stay by my side for a while?"
"Are you still scared?" Feng Aotian asked softly, stroking his back, putting his face in his arms.
"Yeah." Wei Zimo nodded, "In the past few days, you have not been around and Wuyun has been seriously injured again. I am really scared alone."
Feng Aotian clearly heard his sigh, but holding her like this, like a lost child, finally found the peace of mind at home.
auzw.com She knows that his heart is fragile. He has built a fortress in his heart with indifference and ruthlessness, and dare not let others approach him, for fear that after the fortress is breached, He will collapse completely.
He was desperately enduring everything that happened in the past few days. She never knew that she had such an important place in his heart. They were all responsibilities that she needed to bear.
Wei Zimo didn't say a word, just holding her like this, feeling her breath, the peace of mind exuding her, he could only hold her like this, and he felt that the things that happened these days have passed.
Xing Wuyun was supported by the meteor, and the two returned to the courtyard. No wind was drying the medicine, looking at the wine jar in front of him, raising his eyes, watching Xing Wuyun walk in, and whispered, "Brother came just right, go to the wine jar. "
Listening to his words, Xing Wuyun almost fell down, then stepped forward and lay on the couch, "I am like this now, you let me brush the jar? You want to make wine?"
"I want to make medicinal wine." Wufeng looked at him and said in a light tone, "Can you brush the jar? I have the final say."
Xing Wuyun nestled on the recliner, closed his eyes, "Don't go."
No wind then stepped forward and sat beside him, "If you don't go, I will go and find the emperor."
Xing Wuyun opened his eyes and looked at him, "Dare you?"
"Brother, I don't understand, you'd rather go to match Wei Zimo with her, and also guard me, don't I deserve her?" Wufeng immediately sat beside him and asked in a low voice.
"Wei Zimo is different from you. He looks cold and ruthless on the surface, but he is actually very fragile in his heart. Feng Aotian can warm him and make him come back to life, and you... are too cunning." Xing Wuyun looked at Wufeng. Said lightly.
"Brother, only you in this world think I am cunning." Wufeng looked at him and said with a smile, "However, this Feng Aotian does have a charming charm."
Xing Wuyun raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "No matter how well you hide, you can't escape Feng Aotian's eyes. Do you think she doesn't know what kind of temper you are?"
Listening to Xing Wuyun's words, Wufeng smiled again, "I like smart people."
Xing Wuyun knew that he had said the wrong thing, and the more nervous he became, it aroused his interest. He simply pretended to be deaf and dumb, and said nothing, "When will you go back?"
No wind looked at him, "I want to wait for Duke Jiu to come back."
Xing Wuyun raised his lips slightly, "Okay, when Father Jiu comes back, you will go back."
"I didn't say that I want to go back." Wufeng looked at him as if he couldn't wait to rush him, and a dim light flashed in his calm eyes, "I will talk about it when I finish watching the excitement."
Xing Wuyun curled his mouth, then closed his eyes, "I am sleeping."
"Clean the jar." Don't think he's so foolish.
Xing Wuyun sighed quietly, then got up from the recliner, walked leisurely to the side, looked at the wine jar in front of him, and brushed it familiarly.
Wufeng stood on one side and looked at him, "Brother, you are very familiar with it, have you brushed it before?"
"Yeah." Xing Wuyun nodded, "When the master was there, I came to brush the jar."
There was a clear response, then turned around, and began to concentrate on researching new prescriptions.
Meteor Bai sat aside boredly, looking at the two people in front of him, then stepped forward and stood beside the windless side, "Do you really like the Holy Lord?"
, Just turned his eyes slightly and glanced at the meteor, "It's just curiosity."
"Oh." Meteor replied, and then said, "The Holy Lord is loved by everyone. You'd better lie back and be careful to sink in. If the Holy Lord doesn't want you, then you will be miserable."
Xing Wuyun brushed the jar on the side, listening to the words of the meteor, a deep smile at the corner of his mouth, raising his eyes, he saw an evil smile evoked at the corner of Wufeng's mouth.
"Do you like drinking?" Wufeng did not answer Meteor's words, but changed the subject.
Meteor nodded and smiled, "I don't drink well."
"The wine I brew now is made from various wild fruits. It tastes sweet and sour, and it is not easy to get drunk." Wufeng said lightly, looking at the meteor.
"Really?" Meteor's eyes were expectant.
"Naturally it is true. After half a month, you can open the seal, and you can taste it when the time comes." When the wind said, he placed the wine jar in his hand in front of the meteor, and a fruity fragrance drifted out.
Meteor swallowed his saliva, looked at the windless, nodded hurriedly, "Okay, you must give me a taste."
"Do you really dislike dogs?" Wufeng put away the wine jar and continued.
"It's not that I don't like it, but that it ignores me and I am very hurt." Meteor's eyes stared at the windless wine jar without blinking and answered honestly.
"I have a way to let it die to you." Wufeng whispered to the meteor.
"What way?" Meteor asked curiously as he leaned closer to no wind.
Xing Wuyun looked sideways, seeing Meteor hitting the windless trick like this, shook his head helplessly, and then coughed slightly, "Meteor!"
Meteor poked his head and looked at Xing Wuyun, "What do you want me to do?"
"Beware of being confused by some people." Xing Wuyun said pointedly.
Meteor waved his hand, "I'm so smart, I won't be confused by others."
After he said, he looked towards No Wind, "What is the way?"
"As far as I know, this sacred dog drinks the holy spring every day. As long as it doesn't drink for a day, it will become lethargic. How many days has it not drink the holy spring?" Wufeng asked in a low voice.
"I don't know, it seems like a while." Meteor said, shaking his head.
"If it is now, if you can bring the holy spring to it..." Wufeng said slowly, looking at the meteor.
"No wonder it likes to sleep so much, that's how it is." Meteor suddenly realized that, on tiptoe, trying to pat the windless shoulder, but couldn't reach it, so he could only stop his hand and pat his thigh, "You are still smart. ."
Then he turned and left the courtyard.
Seeing that the meteor was sent away like this, Xing Wuyun sighed faintly, "You are in this partial courtyard all day, and it is really amazing to know the habits of the dog."
No wind looked at him, "For those who study medicine, it is the most basic thing to see, hear and ask, especially for special things. Naturally, you should pay more attention."
Xing Wuyun brushed the jar unhurriedly, gave a cold snort, and stopped talking.
No wind is just a breeze and glanced at Xing Wuyun's back lightly, continuing to brew medicinal wine.
Feng Aotian took Wei Zimo's hand, and they sat on the soft couch. She looked at him, "Master is going to Xuanmo Country in a few days."
"Go to see Xuanyuan Yu?" Wei Zimo's emotions just eased, his face became cold again when he heard Feng Aotian's words.
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "Now ten days have passed, and Chu Lingtian will be cut off in five days. Chu Lingtian is Xueke's husband-in-law, so he can't ignore it."
"Isn't it to meet Xuanyuanyu?" Wei Zimo always focused on this topic. Although he knew what Feng Aotian's purpose was, but he thought of Xuanyuanyu's identity and the number one beautiful man in the world. Reputation makes him feel uncomfortable.
Listening to what he said, Feng Aotian curled his lips and smiled, "Of course I want to see him."
Wei Zimo snorted coldly, "Then go see you."
Feng Aotian shook his hand, "Are you going to accompany him?"
Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at her, "Who wants to accompany you, should I go to see you and him kiss me?"
"The jealousy is not small." Feng Aotian raised his hand, wrapped around his waist, lowered his head, followed the veil and kissed his lips, and his hands slipped into his clothes restlessly.
Wei Zimo raised his hand to stop her reckless action, raised his eyes and looked at her, he was slowly getting used to such affection.
Feng Aotian held his hand and whispered, "Are you shy?"
Wei Zimo shook her head, lowered her head, looked at the print on her neck, and whispered, "On your body?"
Feng Aotian knew what he wanted to say, and then said, "If you want to know, I can take it off and show it to you."
"No." Wei Zimo turned his head quickly, "Who wants to watch."
Feng Aotian raised his voice and laughed, holding his hand, "Master is going to return to the emperor's bedroom. I have to make arrangements these days."
"Yeah." Wei Zimo nodded, then let go of her hand, "Go ahead, I'll rest."
Feng Aotian looked at him, "Master knows what you are thinking. Now that you have taken this step, don't think about turning back. Master won't allow you to turn back."
Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at her, "However, I am very selfish. If I were to move forward, I was afraid that I would get bruised all over my body in the end, and I don't want to hurt you."
Feng Aotian chuckled and looked at him, "Master likes your selfishness. You just need to be yourself. No matter if you play a petty temper or lose your temper, you will love it."
Wei Zimo stared at her blankly. Perhaps, no one in this world can tolerate him so much, and say such things frankly.
He nodded, "Thank you."
Feng Aotian hugged him and said softly, "This road is difficult to walk. I didn't know how to like someone before, but after so much, watching you one by one by my side, I I feel very at ease. We are all staggering looking for warmth. I will hold your hand tightly and walk forward step by step. Since I have grabbed your hand, I won’t let it go. So, you Don’t let go, you know?"
Wei Zimo leaned on her shoulder, listening to her words, feeling all the warmth and tolerance she gave him. He was fortunate to be able to meet her. If he hadn't met her, then his future destiny would be what is it then?
"Okay." With a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, he let go of her, his cold eyes shining with soft light, "Go ahead, I will accompany you to the country of Xuan Mo."
Feng Aotian nodded, then got up and left the Floating Dream Palace.
Wei Zimo was still sitting on the soft couch, her talented words echoed in his mind, he knew that he would never walk alone again.
Feng Aotian returned to the imperial bedroom and saw Lan Jingshu and the others were still busy. She stepped forward with a smile and looked at them, but she was relieved in her heart, "These few days, do you miss your master?"
Hearing her soft voice, Lan Jingshu paused the pen in her hand, then raised her eyes and looked at her, "My lord, how are you doing better?"
"It's been a rest for a day, it's better." Feng Aotian sat beside Lan Jingshu, took him into his arms, bowed his head, and gave a light kiss to the corner of his lips. "These days, you have been working hard. ."
Lan Jingshu smiled warmly, "The emperor, this is what the ministers should do."
Gu Yefeng raised his eyes and looked at her expression. It was much better than yesterday. Although he didn't know what she had done with Mu Hanjin in the past few days, he had never seen her still like this. When he was weak, when he saw the hickey on her neck, his clear eyes flashed with sadness, "My lord, are you here just like that?"
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Gu Yefeng. Following his eyes, she knew how serious the hickey on her neck was, but she didn't take it seriously, and then said, "If you want to let the Lord leave you some words, Lord very happy."
Gu Yefeng shook his head and said, "Thank you for the emperor's grace, the minister is afraid that I can't bear it."
Feng Aotian's eyes sank, "Then who can you afford?"
Gu Yefeng's eyes flashed, looking at Feng Aotian, "No one can bear the bones of the minister."
"Really?" Feng Aotian's tone became low, and Gu Yefeng fell into her arms with a lightly hooked finger. She lowered her head, aimed at his neck, and sucked fiercely.
Gu Yefeng couldn't help groaning, but it didn't stop her from being so savagely punished. After a while, a row of hickeys were printed on his neck, which made people unable to help but think.
Lan Jingshu sat aside, looked up too, then lowered his eyes to hide the smile from the corner of his eyes.
Feng Aotian looked at Gu Yefeng, "This body bone can only be consumed by the Lord."
Gu Yefeng snorted coldly, but he still leaned quietly in her arms, just raised his eyes and looked at her, "The emperor is very busy now, how can he care for his ministers."
Feng Aotian listened to the sourness in his words, then lowered his head, pressed his forehead, and looked at him, "Who is the Lord holding now?"
Gu Yefeng opened those bright eyes and looked straight at her. His heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably. He whispered, "How many days will the emperor stay this time?"
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "How did you know that Lord was going to go far?"
Gu Yefeng raised his hand and gently gathered her skirts together, "Chu Lingtian will be questioned in five days. Naturally, you have to go there in person. How to say, Emperor Xuan Mo is also the world's most beautiful man. , Moreover, has a close relationship with the emperor."
Feng Aotian lifted the blue silk on his chest and smiled wickedly, "That's the same way, if you go this time, you can just give him..."
Gu Yefeng leaned in her arms and whispered, "The emperor has to be a little lazy. It's necessary to deal with the bed brother, but you have to take care of your body."
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