Chapter 216: See if you don't punish you

Leng Qianye took her hand and walked slowly to the side of the bookcase. He motioned her to sit down, "The emperor, wait a minute."
Feng Aotian lowered her head and looked at the deployment plan of the soldiers formation on the book case. She nodded slightly, "Yes."
Leng Qianye turned around and stepped into the screen. After a long time, he was seen walking out wearing a light purple brocade robe. The ink hair was not erected like the previous one, but loosely tied, and his dress was half open. With a gentle smile, that otherworldly face, without a trace of dust, she walked forward slowly, like a fairy walking from a painting, making her eyes dazzled.
Feng Aotian couldn't help thinking, what a beauty.
Waiting for Leng Qianye to walk in front of her, he took advantage of the situation and sat on her lap. There was indeed a bit of weight. Fortunately, Feng Aotian could bear it. He hooked her neck with a cold and dusty breath, mixed with a little Charm, he slowly moved closer to her, "The emperor, is Chen Mei?"
The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, looking at his face, beautiful, extremely beautiful, but such active Leng Qianye made her a little uncomfortable, his body has been tightly attached to her, and he asked softly, " The emperor, is the minister not beautiful?"
"Are you throwing your arms at him?" Feng Aotian held his thin but still tight waist, his vermilion lips slightly opened, and those phoenix eyes were stealing invisible coldness.
Leng Qianye’s eyes are slightly raised as cold as Hanyu, but he has a unique style. His beauty has a mixture of coquettish beauty. He is obviously a face that can't bear profanity like an immortal, but he just made such a sultry move. Is actively seducing her.
Feng Aotian lowered his head, bit his lip lightly, and waved away everything on the book table with a single wave of his hand, then hugged him up, pushed him down on the book table, fingertips across his face, until he opened. The tie around his waist, the clothes scattered, revealing his jade-like skin, she raised her eyebrows lightly, her mouth was filled with an evil smile, "This is what you showed the Lord?"
Leng Qianye tilted her head up, her eyebrows slightly bent, and said softly, "Don't the emperor like it?"
"Of course..." Feng Aotian lowered her head and bit down his chest fiercely, smelling his body as sweet as spring and white snow, she raised her eyes and smiled deeply, "I like it."
Leng Qianye held her hand and walked on her body until she reached her abdomen, when Feng Aotian saw the tattoo on her tight abdomen.
She raised her eyes and looked at him, "When was it stabbed?"
"When I missed the emperor every day, the minister stabbed a needle here. Now, it has taken shape." Leng Qianye lay on the book case like this, exposing all of her to her front, including his heart. .
Feng Aotian's eyes sank, "You stabbed yourself?"
"Yeah." Leng Qianye raised his eyes, looked at her with a displeased face, nodded gently, uneasy, and looked at her, "The emperor, are you angry?"
Feng Aotian listened to his words, bowed his head, and kissed the tattoo lightly. This is an already formed "天" character. Although it is not big, it is very eye-catching. You can still vaguely see blood on it and the clumsy tattoo. Technique.
She was distressed and touched. Every stitch here represents his miss for her. He gave all his love for her only looking back.
Leng Qianye raised his head slightly, and a tingling sensation came from the gentle tattoos, which made him tense his body and let out a scream, "Hmm..."
Feng Aotian raised his head, pressed his cheek to the tattoo, and said in a low voice, "In the future, you must not torture yourself like this."
Leng Qianye clasped Shumo's hands tightly and stroked her cheeks, "The emperor, the minister is very satisfied."
Feng Aotian raised his head, fingertips across the tattoo, his cheeks were already on his broad chest, and he whispered, "Master can't always be by your side, but it’s just a brief moment of tenderness with you, but he wants you to fight. Don’t hesitate to live on the battlefield, shouldn’t you blame it?"
Leng Qianye caressed her back lightly and touched her back against the book table. This posture made him a little stiff. He hugged her tightly, rolled over, pressed her in his arms, and faced her cold eyes. , Lowered his head, kissed her lips, and walked slowly towards the bed, hugging her.
The uniform was placed on his shoulders, and the skin on his chest exuded alluring temptation. Feng Aotian took advantage of the trend and hooked his neck to cater to his kiss.
When they reached the bed, the two fell on the bed. Feng Aotian bullied himself up, pressing his fingertips against his Ying Ting nose, "Come into the arms of the Lord obediently."
Leng Qianye smiled softly, and her handsome face was covered with a snow-clear smile, "The emperor is really domineering."
"Master has always been domineering." Feng Aotian looked at him in his arms, with soft light shining through his eyes, "Do you understand the mind of the master?"
"The emperor has a minister in his heart." Leng Qianye never expected that one day, he would become what he is now, without the arrogance and indifference of the past, and some are just full of miss and love for her.
Feng Aotian leaned in his arms and said in a low voice, "You get together less and more, and you spend very few days with you, but the master always wants to spend more time with you, so you can I will remember him well."
Leng Qianye listened to her, the past was like smoke. Once, she provoked him first, but he was the first to leave his heart on her, he had no regrets.
He only hates himself for not being with her properly. Every time, she is taking the initiative, but he always accepts her gentleness. Even if she is fighting now, she is not far away from Fengqi country. Going back to China to see him, maybe, in the eyes of others, she just gave him unprecedented tenderness and care, as well as a trace of indulgence, but he knew that every moment of getting along with her was God’s greatest gift to him.
"The emperor, the minister just wants you to know, even if the minister is no longer by your side in the future, whenever you think of the minister, you will only remember the good of the minister." Leng Qianye said softly after learning her talented words.
Feng Aotian let out a low laugh, "Dare to learn to speak."
"It's the emperor's good." Leng Qianye met her eyes and smiled softly.
Feng Aotian recalled the past and leaned quietly in his arms, "These days, you are also exhausted, and I will sleep with you."
"Okay." Leng Qianye responded with a smile. He knew that there was a war now, and the rest will be discussed later.
Fu Zhuo took the soldiers at night and went to the bamboo forest in the mountains to chop the bamboo. The next day it was not dawn, so he carried it back.
Leng Qianye slept extremely peacefully this night. When he woke up, his side was already cold. He turned his body slightly, raised his eyes, and saw her sitting next to the bookcase, watching her intently. The situation was the picture he yearned for every time he woke up. He opened the quilt and lowered his head, and he saw that his uniform had been closed and the laces had been fastened. His eyebrows were slightly bent, and his heart was It was filled with honey, full of incomparable sweetness.
He got off the bed, walked slowly to her side, and then sat on the armrest of the chair, taking her into his arms, "The emperor, when did you get up?"
Feng Aotian withdrew his gaze from the closet, raised her eyes, looked at him, her complexion improved a lot, she held his hand in one hand, and held the closet in the other, "Looking at how well you sleep, I can't bear to wake you up."
Leng Qianye put his chin on her hair crown, hugged her tightly, shook her body, and acted like a baby, "My lord, when will you go?"
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "Master, spend more time with you."
"The emperor came from Hanyao?" Leng Qianye only wanted to see her happy last night, but now remembered, asked in a low voice.
Feng Aotian chuckled, "I went to Wuyue Kingdom first, and then went to Hanyao."
"It seems that in the heart of the emperor, the minister is not as good as Han Yao." Leng Qianye's mouth curled slightly and said quietly.
Feng Aotian put down the secret fold in his hand, and gently tugged, and he fell into her arms. She lowered her head and lightly pecked her unhappy lips, "Jealous?"
"Yeah." Leng Qianye undeniably responded. He always hides all his emotions under the mask, but he wants to try to untie the mask that has been hidden for a long time, in front of her, completely Be yourself, whether it is joy, anger, sadness, or joy, he wants to show on his face, let her see, let her know what he is thinking.
Feng Aotian touched his forehead, "Go wash."
"Okay." Leng Qianye got up from her arms and walked to the copper basin beside her with a smile.
Feng Aotian looked at his extraordinary figure, smiled and picked up Mizhe and looked at it.
Fu Zhuo stayed up all night, but he was not tired. He still stepped into the camp vigorously. He raised his eyes and saw Feng Aotian sitting next to the book table. He bowed his head and said, "The minister sees the emperor! "
Feng Aotian looked at him with a chill radiating, "Leave the rest to Qianye to take care of it. Go and rest."
Fu Zhuo knew that Feng Aotian was sympathetic to him, and he felt warm in his heart, and said in a low voice, "The minister is not tired."
Feng Aotian said slowly, "Fighting is important, but how can you go to battle without a good body? You haven't closed your eyes for a few days. Even if you have an iron body, you need to rest. Go and rest."
Fu Zhuo knew that the emperor's words were naturally irrefutable. He also knew that she was worried about him, so she accepted it with pleasure, "The minister retires."
"Yeah." Feng Aotian replied lightly.
Leng Qianye had dressed up again, walked over and looked at her, "The emperor is really sympathetic to a courtier."
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "How come you don't know that you are so jealous?"
Leng Qianye held her hand, "The emperor did not know?"
Feng Aotian followed him to get up, and the two walked to the table, where breakfast was already set, and they sat down and used it quietly.
"How about the Lord personally accompany you to the meeting with Lin Yun?" Feng Aotian got up, and the two of them shook their fingers, lifted their steps, and left the camp.
"Okay." Leng Qianye responded with a smile, so standing side by side with her, there was an indescribable sense of steadiness in her heart.
The two rode together, leading the horses and the horses slowly to the bottom of the city. Across the water wall, Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at a burly man on the city. The pride and disdain of the past made her smile deeply.
Leng Qianye held Feng Aotian in his arms and looked at Lin Yun above the tower indifferently, "The emperor, the minister can not only dance swords, but this shooting and hunting is also top-notch."
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and could hear the meaning of Leng Qianye's words. He Shicai also saw the complacency in Lin Yun's eyes. She gave a low laugh, "Shoot it to the Lord."
"Okay." Leng Qianye replied warmly, raising his hand, and said solemnly, "Come with a bow and arrow."
"Yes." The lieutenant commander next to him hurriedly took the bow and arrow and put his hands up.
Leng Qianye picked up the bow and arrow, raised his eyes, and aimed at Lin Yun above the tower. His indifferent face was full of cold air, where there was still the gentleness and gentleness in front of Feng Aotian.
Lin Yun had heard about Leng Qianye for a long time, but he felt that he had seen a lot of Leng Qianye during the past few days. In fact, it was nothing more than that. Although he eliminated the black wind, it was mostly luck. , Watching Leng Qianye draw a bow and shoot an arrow, but he didn't have the slightest fear or dodge. He looked at Leng Qianye with a small look. Lin Yun didn't believe that Leng Qianye could shoot at such a distance from the tower.
Feng Aotian's brows were light, sitting on the horse, Leng Qianye was sideways, and the soldiers under the tower held their breath and watched the scene in front of him.
When the arrow left Xuan, his wrist moved, and the bow and arrow fell into the hands of the soldier aside, and he took Feng Aotian into his arms with both hands, looked down, and looked at her, "The emperor, if the minister had shot , How do you reward the minister?"
Feng Aotian clicked the corner of his mouth, "Reward you in the evening."
"Good." Leng Qianye nodded with a smile.
Then he heard a "swish", the long arrow had hit Lin Yun's chest impartially, pierced the armor, and shot in.
Lin Yun snorted, a little disbelief. While holding his chest, blood flowed from his fingers, he looked at Leng Qianye under the tower, and said solemnly, "Shoo this general!"
"Yes." The soldier returning from the south saw his general being shot, and quickly took the order, the archer above the tower was ready.
Leng Qianye disagreed, and waved slightly, "Retreat!"
"Yes." A platoon of soldiers had raised their shields and blocked the front, while the remaining soldiers returned in a mighty manner.
Lin Yun did not expect that Leng Qianye would withdraw his troops like this. His eyes sank and he was very angry, and said in a deep voice, "Shoot!"
The archer took his command, and in an instant, countless arrows were shot out, and the soldiers holding the shields blocked the arrows, but there were also arrows that broke through the shields and shot towards Leng Qianye and Feng Aotian.
Leng Qianye drew the long sword from his waist and flew out, the silver armor shining shining light, the long sword is like a rainbow, and it seems to carry a powerful air current, condensing the shooting arrow rain on the sword aura. With a move of his wrist, the sword aura shot out, and the rain of arrows turned and shot above the tower.
Lin Yun was horrified. He didn't expect Leng Qianye to have such a deep martial arts. Half of the archers above the tower were shot, while Leng Qianye fell on the horse and turned and left with Feng Aotian in his arms.
Lin Yun didn't care about the arrow wound on his chest, and slapped one hand on the wall fiercely, glaring at Leng Qianye's leaving figure, "What a Leng Qianye, see when you can arrogantly say?"
The lieutenant on the side saw that he was still bleeding, and said quickly, "General, your injury?"
Lin Yun turned his eyes, a sharp light shot out, and the lieutenant on one side was so scared that he didn't dare to say anything, he snorted coldly, turned around, and left the tower.
Feng Aotian looked at him, "Are you irritating him?"
"Yeah." Leng Qianye nodded, "Sure enough, I can't escape the emperor's eyes."
"In the past two days, you don't plan to send troops?" Feng Aotian thought. What she said last night was just about Lin Yun's shortcomings, while Leng Qianye made Lin Yun suffocate with anger. For two days, if he did not send troops, Lin Yun's evil spirit would be depressed. After he finished the slingshot, when he led the troops to attack the city, Lin Yun would definitely not be able to help him, and find him revenge. Unable to calm down, under such circumstances, Leng Qianye could rely on Lin Yun to defeat him and lose his composure.
Feng Aotian naturally knows Leng Qianye’s strategic skills. In the past, she thought highly of herself and took command from the sidelines. However, Leng Qianye followed her orders. Now, he has her own ideas, but she Happy for him.
Leng Qianye and Feng Aotian returned to the camp with the troops. On that day, the whole army reorganized and rested.
Feng Aotian took Leng Qianye to the three cities that he had captured.
Leng Qianye was dressed in a lavender brocade robe, and he looked like Yushu in the wind. With a smile on his face, holding Feng Aotian's hand, the two flew into the third city, and Leng Peihan just came back from patrol, facing each other. Encountered two falling figures.
auzw.com She hurried forward, and when she saw Feng Aotian, she hurried forward with a smile, "The minister sees the emperor!"
When Feng Aotian watched Leng Peihanbi in the capital, he was much more calm. He looked sideways and looked at Leng Qianye, "I really want to leave the tiger girl."
Leng Qianye smiled lightly, "The emperor should not praise her, otherwise, she should be overwhelmed."
Leng Peihan raised her eyes and glared at Leng Qianye dissatisfiedly, and saw the gentle smile on her elder brother's face that could not be concealed. She turned her eyes and looked at Feng Aotian again, "The emperor, you are here suddenly, The minister was somewhat flattered."
Listening to Leng Peihan's words, Feng Aotian smiled, "Can you get used to it at the border?"
"Everything is very good." Leng Peihan responded with a smile, then turned around, and saw Li Yuan coming from a distance. She quickly said, "The emperor, this is the magistrate Li Yuan."
Li Yuan saw Leng Peihan from a distance, and when he came forward, he looked at the man beside Leng Qianye. He had a handsome face and extraordinary bearing. He exuded a chilling emperor's air. Although he had never seen a son today, but , Can see that General Leng, who has always been indifferent, shows such a knowing smile, he also guessed it.
Now, listening to Leng Peihan's words, he knew that his own guess was correct, and then he bowed his head unhurriedly, knelt on the ground, and said, "The magistrate Li Yuan sees the emperor!"
Feng Ao, a talented talent, saw Li Yuan, handsome in appearance, especially the elegance of neither humble nor overbearing, it is commendable. Now, seeing that he still behaves so calmly after knowing his identity, he knows this person's insight. It was very wide. Before listening to the soul to tell the time, she also had a general understanding of him. She already had a plan in her heart.
Seeing Feng Aotian staring at Li Yuan, Leng Qianye couldn't help but squeezed her hand, "The emperor, if you keep looking at it, Master Li is afraid that you will kneel all the time."
Feng Aotian retracted his gaze, and said with a small smile, "Be flat."
"Thank you, the emperor." Li Yuan replied unhurriedly, getting up slowly, Shi Cai Feng Aotian looked at his eyes too sharply, no matter how strong his concentration was, he almost couldn't stand it, such a distinguished person , The person standing next to him is definitely one of the best.
Li Yuan looked down and stood on one side.
Feng Aotian looked at Leng Peihan, "Master, just take a look at it yourself. You can wait for it."
"The minister retires." Leng Peihan responded with a smile, then turned and left.
Li Yuan also saluted slightly, "The minister retired."
With Leng Peihan left.
Leng Qianye took a step forward and blocked Feng Aotian's sight. "The emperor now has a minister by his side, and he can keep his eyes on other people. It seems that the charm of the minister is not enough."
Listening to his words, Feng Aotian raised his hand and tapped his forehead, "I am not jealous."
Leng Qianye snorted coldly, took her into her arms, and walked forward. The people not far away looked at the situation in front of her. Because this place is located to the south, the folk customs are simple, and it is also slightly conservative. , Seeing the two men embracing each other, looking outstanding, he couldn't help but raise his eyes, looking curiously.
Such behavior is unavoidable, but Feng Aotian disagrees. Seeing that Leng Qianye is not yet ready, she is angry at the matter of staring at Li Yuan, and follows him.
Some people recognized Leng Qianye and quickly hung their heads, afraid to look.
But some people curiously looked at Feng Aotian in Leng Qianye's arms, and after the two of them had gone away, they began to whisper and talk.
Leng Qianye raised his head and walked forward holding Feng Aotian, and asked in a low voice, "Emperor, where are you going?"
Feng Aotian chuckled, "Aren't you annoyed?"
"If you are really annoyed, the minister still doesn't know how many times he will die." Leng Qianye looked straight ahead and said in a low voice.
Feng Aotian wrapped his waist and said in a deep voice, "Go to Furong Pavilion."
"Good." Leng Qianye curled her lips slightly and smiled.
Leng Peihan walked forward, looking at Li Yuan beside him, "What are you thinking?"
Li Yuan looked sideways and looked at her, "The emperor and the lower officials thought differently."
"What's the difference?" Leng Peihan couldn't help asking.
"I heard that the emperor was cruel by nature, taking murder as his pleasure, and doing nothing evil." Li Yuan said of the impressed Feng Aotian, "If you want to come to the emperor, you must be a vicious person."
Leng Peihan smiled, "Haha, that's how it is, what about now?"
"Wisdom." Li Yuan only said two words.
Leng Peihan nodded, "I originally thought of the emperor in the same way. However, when I entered the court and saw the difference between the emperor, she was cruel by nature, but she was gentle and domineering. She could do everything. She will not trust anyone credulously, but she will also trust the people around her, the emperor, she is very different."
Li Yuan listened to Leng Peihan's constant praise of Feng Aotian, and couldn't help asking, "Then you are against the emperor?"
"Admiration." Leng Peihan turned his eyes and looked at him, "In today's world, she is the only one who can make women enter the court as officials. As you know, there are many capable female players around her, and I compare them. It's too weak."
Li Yuan looked at Leng Peihan, thinking that there is such a frank woman in the world, he smiled and said, "Why does the general need to be humble."
Leng Peihan turned his eyes and glanced at Li Yuan, "I'm going to be busy."
"The lower official sent off the general." Li Yuan bowed his head and should.
Leng Peihan took a steady step and walked forward. Li Yuan got up and looked at the shadow of her leaving, a touch of sadness crossed his eyes.
Feng Aotian took Leng Qianye to Furong Pavilion. The sky was already dark, and the two of them leaned on the soft couch after having dinner. Leng Qianye was holding a military book and Feng Aotian was looking at the secret. Zhe, between each other, but occasionally meets eyes, smiles at each other, there is nothing to say, but feel very comfortable.
These days, when Mu Hanyao left Feng Aotian, it took two days to capture the fourth city and continue to move forward.
Ah Jiu also breached the fifth city. Now, there are only two cities left from the capital.
Nan Yu watched the cities be captured one by one, but was helpless. Today, the domestic economy is monopolized, the grain and grass are not available, the people's hearts are unstable, and the officials everywhere are unable to provide supplies. He was heartbroken and passed on to Xia Luo. After Yan Shuxin, she did not reply. Since Meng Chu's defeat, Le Qihuang hasn't responded. Now, he is already under attack, and he is really unbearable.
Nanhuiguo is the country with the most cities among the third-class countries. Compared with the original Feng and Qi, Wuyue Kingdom and Bei Liguo have more cities. There are a total of 20 cities. Now, most of the cities have been captured. There are only a few buildings surrounding the capital, three of Leng Qianye’s, four of Mu Hanyao’s, five of Ajiu’s, and eight cities are left. Seeing Ajiu is about to break through the sixth one, and Mu Hanyao is also holding the winning ticket, and Leng Qianye is also in a stalemate. Now he can only gather all the troops to resist, and swear to keep the remaining city.
Feng Aotian showed an indifferent attitude towards the current progress of the siege. Everything is within her plan. She believes that within a month, Nan will be flattened when she returns to China, and who will be next?
Leng Qianye looked at the military book in his hand, raised his eyes, looked at her, and asked in a low voice, "The emperor, there is something unclear?"
"What's the matter?" Feng Aotian raised his eyes, looked at him, and asked in a low voice.
"How many times does the emperor want to get married?" Leng Qianye was a little concerned about this. After all, in his capacity, he was afraid it would be difficult to make a big wedding with her.
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, leaned against his arms, and raised the blue silk on his chest, "Master knows what you think. Master will tell you about this problem in the future."
Leng Qianye asked in a low voice, "The emperor, have you ever met Han Jin?"
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "Well, the Lord is to save him."
"If it wasn't for saving him, would the emperor still touch him?" Leng Qianye lowered his eyes, but a touch of melancholy emerged in his heart. When can she really touch him?
Feng Aotian looked at him, his eyes sinking slightly, "Naturally he will touch him. He is the Lord's person, including you, and the Lord will touch you. However, many things require the right time and place, and now, the Lord cannot touch you. "
Leng Qianye's eyes were startled, and there was a flash of joy in his eyes, "The minister thought that the emperor would not touch the minister."
Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, "When did you lose confidence in yourself like this?"
"The minister is just not sure, in the heart of the emperor, whether there really is a minister." Leng Qianye said quietly, this is a question he has held in his heart for a long time, he knows that he should not ask himself, and can be regarded by her. It's already a great honor for him, isn't it?
Feng Aotian suddenly bullied himself up, lowered his head, bit his lip, and ripped his clothes extremely roughly. The sound of tearing clothes came from his ears. He was just bearing her anger, and his heart At this moment it is full of sweetness.
Feng Aotian lowered his head, looked at the tattoo on the lower abdomen, raised his eyes, and stared at him, "Master is not an abusive person. There is a certain number in the dark. You were born to be the master, and you will never want to escape in this life. , In the future, no random thinking is allowed."
Leng Qianye listened to her, but saw the ruthlessness in his eyes, this bloodthirsty light reminded him of those days when he was in the dungeon, he suddenly opened his arms and embraced her tightly. , He was afraid of seeing such eyes, and even more afraid of her showing such expressions.
Feng Aotian let him hold and whispered, "Master scared you?"
"The emperor, are you hiding something from your minister?" Leng Qianye could perceive Feng Aotian's changes. She is not a person who is out of control. The kind of gaze of Shi Cai can only show what she knows about them. Between things.
Feng Aotian raised his hand, held his hands, and looked at him, "As long as you remember, you must live well anytime, and you are not allowed to leave the Lord."
Leng Qianye looked at the coldness in her eyes, suddenly remembered the cat father-in-law and Yi Mu who had left, and remembered Feng Aoyun who made her cruel. He understood that she was not a cold-blooded person, but, She would rather bury all the suffering in her heart, but she didn't want them to suffer with her, so she couldn't help but feel distressed.
He nodded slightly, "It's a bad minister."
Feng Aotian leaned in his arms, listening to him sigh deeply, thinking, she had never seen such a Leng Qianye. Once, she wanted to pry into his heart, and she also understood that he was hiding She, but, now, when he opened up, she realized that, in fact, he was really fragile.
She will never forget what she saw in the holy pond. She tried to break, change, and use her own power to change this fate, but she watched the cat leave and watched Yi When Mu left, there was more anger in her heart, the repressed anger that would erupt. She didn't believe it, she couldn't recover it, even if she was crushed to pieces, she would fight against Heaven and Gong Yimin. She is Feng Aotian, her destiny can only be in her own hands, and her people can only be protected by her.
Leng Qianye could feel Feng Aotian's eruption of anger. He stroked her back and said softly, "The emperor, the minister is wrong."
Feng Aotian condensed his breath, his eyes recovered as before, raised his eyes and looked at him, "Go out with him for a walk."
"Okay." Leng Qianye nodded and replied. The two got up. He changed into a clean brocade and walked out of the Furong Pavilion with her. They walked on the empty street in this quiet and peaceful town in front of him. , There is no depression after the war, but the same ease as before.
Feng Aotian took a deep breath in the fresh air at night and dissipated the foul air in her heart. She was also a person who concealed her emotions, but today, it happened to be exposed, which made her a little annoyed. Leng Qianye looked at her apologetically, she showed a faint smile and squeezed his hand, "Han Jin can play the flute, Xing Wuyun can play the flute, Wei Zimo can play the piano well, what will you do?"
Leng Qianye knew that she had returned to her original appearance now, and he was relieved immediately. He regretted that he said those words at ease. He smiled and walked slowly to the side of the locust tree, raised his hand, and picked it up. The next leaf was placed on the corner of his lips and a crisp sound was heard.
Feng Aotian looked at him, listening to this familiar melody, she stepped forward with a smile, "It seems that that day, you were also there when the Lord, Feng Yinqi, and Ye Meixi were watching the moon."
Leng Qianye put away the leaves and looked at her with a smile, "The emperor, I'm afraid not only the minister was listening that day."
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and held his hand, "It seems that you are not only a good general, but also a versatile."
"The emperor wants to see through the minister?" Leng Qianye stepped forward and hugged her. "The minister hopes that the admiral can see through himself. It is best to know how many hairs are on the subject, so the minister will be very happy. ."
The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, listening to his words, "How come you don't know, you are also very domineering."
Leng Qianye chuckled, "The minister has always been domineering."
"Speaking again." Feng Aotian raised his hand and pinched the flesh on his waist, "Look if you will be punished?"
"The minister is willing to be punished." Leng Qianye lowered his head and looked at her with a smile.
Inside the Fengqi State Palace, Gu Yefeng was lying on the dragon couch, unable to sleep, he was a little restless, and he was even more flustered these few days, as if something was going to happen.
Wei Zimo was already lying on the bed and went to bed, but suddenly heard a heavy voice, and then got up and saw Xing Wuyun had entered the house.
He got off the bed, walked in front of him, watched the bleeding on his arm, his eyes sank, "Who hurt?"
Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and looked at him. The corners of his mouth were black, and he saw a sign of poisoning. He whispered, "The people I'm waiting for have appeared."
Wei Zimo quickly turned around, walked to the inner hall, opened the medicine box, took out a white jade porcelain bottle, walked in, threw it to him, "take this."
Xing Wuyun raised his hand weakly, squinting at him, "Can't you feed me?"
Standing three steps away from him, Wei Zimo sucked in his palm, and sucked the porcelain bottle in his hand into his palm. Then opened it and poured out a pill. Before Xing Wuyun could speak, he forcibly stuffed it in, and then The poured water suddenly poured into his mouth.
Xing Wuyun rolled his eyes and nearly choked to death by the pill. He raised his eyes and said weakly, "I was not poisoned by the poison, I almost choked to death by the pill."
Wei Zimo ignored him. Seeing that he had the strength to speak, he immediately put down the porcelain bottle, sat on a soft couch not far away, and looked at him, "Are you fighting him?"
"Yeah." Xing Wuyun nodded, "The people who took him are dead."
"Who hurt you?" Wei Zimo looked at the wound on Xing Wuyun's arm. It was done by a hidden weapon. Obviously, this hidden weapon was rubbed with poison, so it was poisoned. However, the person who can hurt him must be Martial arts is also unfathomable.
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