Chapter 217: A man has a scar, he is mighty

"I won't tell you." Xing Wuyun lied on the soft couch and ignored the wound on his arm. Instead, he closed his eyes slightly, seeming to sleep in a false sleep.
Wei Zimo took the white cloth and the golden sore medicine and placed them beside him, "If you leave a wound, she should be sad when she comes back."
Xing Wuyun still closed his eyes and whispered, "Isn't it distressed?"
Wei Zimo snorted coldly, turned around, ignored him, and entered the inner hall.
Xing Wuyun just closed his eyes and took a nap for a while, then opened his eyes, raised his hand, and tore the sleeves on his arm. He was still bleeding as he watched his arm being injured by a hidden weapon. Black blood, now the color has returned to normal.
He opened the golden sore medicine and expertly applied the medicine to himself. After the bandage, he continued to lie on the soft couch, closed his eyes and went to sleep.
Wei Zimo walked over with the blanket, looked at his handsome face full of exhaustion, sighed helplessly, covered him, and walked away slowly.
Xing Wuyun was indeed tired. He was badly injured before, and now he has recovered only 70% to 80% of his martial arts. Otherwise, how could he be hit by a hidden weapon.
The next day, before dawn, Xing Wuyun woke up. He raised his eyes and saw that Wei Zimo had risen, washed properly, and walked over.
He lay down somewhat comfortably, looking at him, "Where are you going?"
"Return to the palace." Wei Zimo said while looking at him.
"The emperor hasn't come back yet." Xing Wuyun's bright peachy eyes turned slightly, looked at him, and whispered.
"You are injured, he will come back naturally." Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at him, "Did you hurt in the palace last night?"
"It seems that nothing can escape your eyes." Xing Wuyun got up from the soft couch, put away his sleeves, and looked at him, "How about playing with me?"
"Say." Wei Zimo responded indifferently.
Xing Wuyun kept a distance from Wei Zimo, and then said, "Bring me back."
"Good." Wei Zimo nodded, naturally knowing what his plan was.
"You take the opportunity to stay in the emperor's bedroom, and look good on Gu Yefeng." Xing Wuyun continued.
"Why are you looking at him?" Wei Zimo couldn't help asking.
Xing Wuyun took out a secret letter from his arms and handed it to him, "You know it at first glance."
Wei Zimo received the secret letter, and after reading it, his cold eyes sank, "It seems that Feng Qiguo really is a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger."
"That's natural." Xing Wuyun looked at him, "Let's go, I entered the restaurant last night, he must know it, if it does not show up today, it will definitely arouse his suspicion."
"Okay." Wei Zimo nodded, and then he moved away. After a while, someone entered and carried Xing Wuyun out.
Carrying Xing Wuyun into a carriage, while Wei Zimo was sitting in the carriage in front, the two carriages slowly drove towards the palace.
These days, Meteor followed Gu Yefeng and Lan Jingshu, and had become accustomed to getting up early. The three of them had already eaten breakfast and were leaving the emperor's bedroom and heading to the gate of the palace.
When I reached the gate of the palace, I saw two carriages approaching. Meteor obviously sensed the breath of Xing Wuyun. When he flashed his body, he landed on the carriage behind, turned inside, and got in.
Xing Wuyun's complexion is a little haggard now. In order to be more realistic, he deliberately split the wound on his arm. Now, his forehead is still sweating.
The meteor's eyes sank, and he approached him, "Are you injured?"
"Yeah." Xing Wuyun nodded, "I was secretly calculated."
"Poisoned?" Meteor looked at Xing Wuyun's complexion, but he was very clear in his heart that Xing Wuyun's poison had been resolved, and he could smell the fragrance of Yulu Pills. He leaned forward and leaned closer, "Would you like me to do the show for you? "
"Smart." Xing Wuyun quickly praised with a smile.
Meteor raised his eyebrows, smiled triumphantly, and quickly screamed, "Ah."
Then he got out of the carriage and landed in front of Wei Zimo's carriage, "What happened to Xing Wuyun?"
Wei Zimo drove the carriage, looked at the meteor in front of him, with a worried expression on his face, his eyes flickered, and he responded unhurriedly, "I was wounded by a hidden weapon and poisoned. I gave him medicine last night, but , The internal strength is damaged, I am afraid that I will have to rest for some time."
"Who dares to hurt him?" Meteor asked angrily.
"I don't know, when he came to look for me, he was already in a coma. He hasn't woken up yet." Wei Zimo responded lightly.
Meteor hands on hips, his small body burst into unrevealable anger.
Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng looked at each other, thinking that Xing Wuyun hadn't heard anything since he left the palace that day. Now, he suddenly appeared and was seriously injured. What is going on?
Meteor looked at Gu Yefeng and Lan Jingshu on the side, "I want to accompany Xing Wuyun. If you are busy, go ahead."
"Good." Gu Yefeng and Lan Jingshu nodded slightly, and then walked forward.
Meteor rolled his eyes steadily, and then stepped forward, sitting on Xing Wuyun's carriage, and the two carriages slowly entered the palace.
Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng sat in the carriage, "Who on earth was Xing Wuyun hurt?"
"I don't know." Lan Jingshu raised his eyes, looked at Gu Yefeng, and whispered.
Gu Yefeng pondered for a moment, and then stopped talking, and the two of them rode on the carriage and drove slowly towards the Metropolitan Procuratorate.
The carriage passed through Huaxing Gate to the West Palace, and when it reached Xingyun Palace, it stopped.
Meteor got off the carriage, Wei Zimo had gotten out of the carriage, standing on one side, the attendant standing outside the palace quickly stepped forward, and lifted Xing Wuyun out of the carriage and entered the Xingyun Palace.
Meteor followed closely behind, with a worried look on his face.
Wei Zimo was as cold as ever, and stepped into the Palace of Clouds without a hasty.
On this day, Xing Wuyun was seriously injured and was unconscious. Wei Zimo went to the Emperor's Sleeping Hall by himself, while Meteor stayed in Xingyun Palace to watch Xing Wuyun.
Feng Aotian received the news that Xing Wuyun was secretly injured. It was already noon, her eyes sank, and she looked at Leng Qianye beside her, "It seems that they are about to do it."
"The emperor is going back?" Leng Qianye held her hand, dressed in a purple robe, looking extraordinary.
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "Well, the game has been set for so long, now is the time to close the net."
Leng Qianye stared at her blankly, "The emperor is safe to go, and the minister is fine."
"Okay, remember, don't get hurt." Feng Aotian shook his hand and warned.
Leng Qianye smiled softly, looked at her, and nodded slightly, "Chen Zunzhi."
Feng Aotian turned around and flew away.
Standing on the rooftop of Furong Pavilion, Leng Qianye watched her leave, the gentleness of the corners of his mouth slowly converged, returning to the indifference of the past. He also tapped his toes and flew away.
When Leng Qianye returned to the barracks, Fu Zhuo had ordered someone to make a slingshot. Seeing that he had returned alone, he knew that the emperor had left, so there was no need to ask more.
Leng Qianye entered the camp, took off her purple robe and replaced it with a silver armor. His face was indifferent as dust, without any soft light, very serious.
"Since it is ready, I will attack the city tomorrow." Leng Qianye said solemnly.
"Yes." Fu Zhuo replied, and then backed out.
Leng Qianye sat in front of the book table, raised his hand, and stroked the place she had touched, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, he lowered his head, put his cheek on the book table, closed his eyes, and missed her. At that moment, it has spread all over the body.
The meteor stayed by Xing Wuyun's side for two consecutive days and never left.
At this moment, Meteor was sitting on the soft couch, shaking his legs, and was eating grapes comfortably.
On the other hand, Xing Wuyun lied lazily on the couch and drank with his head up.
Meteor stared sideways, looking at Xing Wuyun's unruly appearance, and asked with a smile, "Are you waiting for you?"
"Neither." Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and looked at him, "but waited for him to throw himself into the net."
"However, it is Gu Yefeng who is in danger now." Meteor unavoidably worried. He did not accompany Gu Yefeng to the Metropolitan Procuratorate. Although he sent someone to protect him secretly, it was inevitable that he was negligent.
Xing Wuyun chuckled his lips and smiled, "You look at him day and night, who would dare to get close? Now that the person has exposed the fox's tail, why bother to startle the snake?"
"Then is he a fox or a snake?" Meteor asked with a grin.
"It's a fox and a snake." Xing Wuyun's eyes sank and whispered.
"The Holy Lord will be there tonight." Meteor sighed faintly, "I wonder if they will do it."
The dog raised his head, staring at the shooting star, with his tongue out, looking at the grape in the shooting star's hand, his eyes shining.
Meteor bowed his head, glanced at the dog, then skinned it and fed it.
Xing Wuyun looked at the meteor and asked with a smile, "You have a very harmonious relationship with it now."
"Yeah." Meteor nodded, "However, your junior can leave. He buried two jars of good wine."
Xing Wuyun looked sideways and looked at the meteor. He wished that no wind would leave as soon as possible. At that time, he left the palace and did not send him off, but he also knew that he had now reached the door of innocence.
Meteor saw Xing Wuyun's mouth with a small smile. Of course, he knew that Xing Wuyun had an abacus in his heart, and then said, "He is not too courageous. Before leaving, he dared to kiss the Holy Lord forcibly."
"What?" Xing Wuyun was taking a sip of wine. Before he entered his throat, he was startled by Meteor's words. He choked into his throat and couldn't help coughing, "Cough cough..."
Meteor still swayed his legs, fed a grape to the dog, and then said, "Wei Zimo also saw it."
Xing Wuyun held back his cough, his eyes flashed unpleasantly, "That stinky boy, I told him, don't be curious, now, OK, let yourself in."
"I can't bear her too, but the Holy Lord said, he shouldn't stay here." Meteor said regretfully.
"He shouldn't have stayed here." Xing Wuyun snorted coldly, feeling that Feng Aotian was doing the right thing.
Meteor went on to say, "Why don't you want to let no wind stay?"
"He is too simple, but also too complicated." Xing Wuyun said slowly, "If he stays, it will be unfortunate for him."
Meteor looked at him puzzledly, "Why?"
"You'll know in the future." Xing Wuyun chuckled. "He is different from us. He has been lonely since he was a child. He grew up in love."
Meteor seemed to understand a bit, and then asked, "Does the Holy Lord know that too?"
"Maybe you know, maybe you don't." Xing Wuyun put down the flask and whispered, "However, since she has let Wufeng leave, I am afraid that she knows, this is not where he should be."
Meteor nodded, "I understand a little bit."
Xing Wuyun smiled lightly, "Your holy lord is too special. It's not that she treats us with false tenderness, but because she never conceals her ambition and in front of us, including her Calculation and purpose."
Meteor smiled, "It seems that you now understand the Holy Lord more and more."
"Not understanding, but loving more." Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and looked at the meteor, "When you fall in love with someone, you know why I did this."
Meteor shook his head, "It's complicated."
Xing Wuyun smiled again, then closed his eyes and took a nap.
After a while, Wei Zimo walked in, and when he saw the meteor, "it has passed midday. Gu Yefeng and Lan Jingshu have not yet returned, nor have the people I sent back to report."
Meteor put down the grape in his hand, raised his eyes, and looked at Wei Zimo, "Could it be that they did it at the Metropolitan Procuratorate?"
Xing Wuyun suddenly opened his eyes, got up from the bed, walked over and looked at the shooting star, "You moved your hands and feet on him, now, maybe you feel it?"
"He's safe," Meteor continued, "I must be in distress."
Xing Wuyun twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at him, "Why don't you have to say?
"Since it's still safe, I don't have to worry." Meteor raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "However, he is not in the palace."
"What about Lan Jingshu?" Xing Wuyun continued to ask.
"I'm back to the palace." Meteor responded, "However, his breath is strange."
"Where are you now?" Xing Wuyun continued to ask.
"It's almost here in your bedroom." Meteor leaped gently from the soft couch, and then fell steadily. "He has been hit by a sorcerer."
"The technique of evil?" Xing Wuyun's eyes sank, and then he heard a scream from outside.
He quickly turned around and lay on the bed. Then he saw Lan Jingshu walking in with a long sword in his hand and his eyes empty.
Wei Zimo was the closest to him, and when he saw Wei Zimo in front of him, he lifted the sword in his hand and stabbed him indiscriminately. Wei Zimo dodged lightly, turned around, and looked at the meteor, "No help yet. "
Meteor bowed his head and looked at the dog, "You shot."
The dog licked his tongue, still reminiscing about the smell of grapes. Looking at the shooting stars, he walked calmly towards Lan Jingshu, and saw a black wind roll up Lan Jingshu. In a flash, he fell to the ground.
Lan Jingshu fell unsteadily on the ground, only to hear, "cang", the long sword fell to the ground, he raised his eyes, looked at the situation in front of him, lowered his head, looked at the long sword, couldn't help but Asked, "What's wrong with me?"
auzw.com "You have been discouraged." Meteor stepped forward, looked at Lan Jing's book, and said lightly.
The dog was standing beside Meteor, looking at Lan Jingshu in front of him, and took a step forward. When it approached Meteor, it screamed quickly, and then rushed towards Lan Jingshu.
Meteor immediately felt that something was wrong, and quickly raised his hands, a white light drew across his fingertips, and hit Lan Jingshu directly. The dog even threw Lan Jingshu to the ground, and then he heard a loud cry, Lan Jing The book fell to the ground and died.
Meteor took a deep breath, then stepped forward, squatted halfway, raised his hand, and tore off the mask on his face, revealing the face of a strange man.
"Fake?" Wei Zimo stood not far away looking at the Lan Jingshu in front of him, and was startled, "You can't be wrong, how can he have the breath of Lan Jingshu?"
Meteor sat on the ground without an image and glanced at the fake Lan Jingshu beside him, "This person must have been with Lan Jingshu for a long time, and he has been contaminated with the breath of his body. Moreover, he raised his hands and feet. It's exactly the same as Lan Jingshu, if it's not for Shi Cai, the dog felt wrong, and now, I'm afraid he was hurt."
Wei Zimo's eyes sank again, "There is no such person next to Lan Jingshu."
"If he stays in the Jinxuan Palace, he will also get the breath of Lan Jingshu." Meteor said immediately, "I'm afraid it will be some days."
Wei Zimo turned his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, "This person must have been sent by the person you were waiting for?"
"It should be." Xing Wuyun responded with a smile, "Where is the Lan Jingshu now?"
"Strange, why can't I sense it?" Meteor frowned, lowered his head and looked at the dog, "Did you sense it?"
The dog raised his head and looked at the meteor, "I sensed some, but it was very weak."
"Is he not with Gu Yefeng?" Xing Wuyun couldn't help asking.
"No." Meteor shook his head, "I can sense Gu Yefeng, but I can't sense Lan Jingshu."
"Where is Gu Yefeng?" Xing Wuyun asked immediately.
"Could it be that two groups of people caught them?" Wei Zimo was silent for a moment and said coldly.
"Where is Xia Luoyan now?" Xing Wuyun asked immediately.
"I sent someone to follow in secret. Today, it is still reported in the future." Wei Zimo's eyes sank, "Could it be that Xia Luoyan took Lan Jingshu away?"
Meteor lifted his eyes, looked at Xing Wuyun and Wei Zimo, and then said, "Xia Luoyan's breath, I can also feel that she is very close to Gu Yefeng's breath, and Gu Yefeng is now in her hands."
"What about Lan Jingshu?" Xing Wuyun quickly got off the bed, walked in front of the dog, and asked in a low voice.
The dog closed his eyes, and after a while, suddenly opened, looking at Xing Wuyun, and growled.
Seeing the cold light in the dark eyes of the dog, Meteor asked quickly, "What happened to Lan Jingshu?"
The dog nodded, "I feel the smell of blood."
When Meteor heard it, he was taken aback, and then said, "Why, how could Lan Jingshu get hurt?"
"I can't feel his breath anymore." The dog shook his head.
Meteor sat on the ground in fright, raised his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, "This trick led the snake out of the cave, only half of the time, if something happened to Lan Jingshu, how should I explain it to the Lord?
Xing Wuyun was silent. He did not expect that Lan Jingshu would have an accident. Xia Luoyan's goal was Gu Yefeng, and the person he was waiting for had not yet appeared. Could it be that the person had already seen through the game he set?
The night is quiet, and the Xingyun Palace is silent. The people sent by Wei Zimo have not yet come back, while Xing Wuyun is sitting on the side with cold eyes, he is also waiting.
The shadow of the soul fell, looking at Wei Zimo and Xing Wuyun in the main hall, and then said, "Master Xing, Master Hou, the master is now waiting for the two in the Imperial Palace."
Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and looked at Soul, "Is she back?"
"Yes, I just came back. The master already knows about Concubine Lan." After the soul said, he flew away and left.
Xing Wuyun raised his eyes, glanced at Wei Zimo, and said in a low voice, "Let's go."
Wei Zimo said coldly, "Did she still arrange any rounds?"
Listening to Wei Zimo's words, Xing Wuyun was taken aback for a moment, as if he understood something, then stepped forward and lifted the meteor up, "Did you just do a show?"
Meteor hurriedly raised his eyes, crying sadly, "No."
Xing Wuyun raised his hand and twisted his ears, "You better tell me before I know, otherwise..."
Meteor rolled his eyes round and round, and hurriedly covered his painful ears by Xing Wuyun, rushed out of the bedroom and cursed, "I will tell the Lord that you are bullying me."
Seeing the meteor like this, Xing Wuyun already knew the answer, raised his eyes and looked at Wei Zimo, "It seems that you are calmer than me."
Wei Zimo looked at him, "You are just a fan of the authorities."
Xing Wuyun raised his eyebrows, knowing why Wei Zimo said so, but with a smile on his lips, he lifted his steps and left the bedroom.
Wei Zimo turned around immediately, keeping a three-step distance from Xing Wuyun, and walked forward slowly without a moment of panic.
When the two walked to the Emperor's bedroom, they saw that Feng Aotian had just taken a bath and changed into a clean bright yellow dress, which was very loose, while Meteor was holding Feng Aotian's thigh with tears in his eyes, waiting to be seen When Xing Wuyun came in, he hurriedly wailed, "Holy Lord, you must give the Meteor the master, Xing Wuyun bullies me."
Feng Aotian lowered his head, looking at the aggrieved appearance of the meteor, and whispered, "How did he bully you?"
"He twisted Meteor's ear." Meteor turned his ear to the side, and the top was still red. It seems that Xing Wuyun's twisting force is not small.
Feng Aotian nodded slightly, "Then you have the ability to screw it back."
Hearing Feng Aotian's words, Meteor knew that it would be useless to cry anymore. Then, after wiping a few tears, he stood up, hung his head, and stood in the corner.
Xing Wuyun and Wei Zimo stepped forward, sat on the left and right sides of Feng Aotian at the same time, looking at her.
Feng Aotian boldly met the gazes of the two of them, and smiled, "What does the Lord do?"
"The emperor, where's Lan Jingshu?" Xing Wuyun thought he had been seen through the game, and was worried about Lan Jingshu's safety all afternoon.
Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at him, "What do you think?"
Xing Wuyun leaned on her shoulder, "The emperor, you know, the minister almost thought he had caused a disaster?"
Feng Aotian saw that he was a little tired, knowing his hard work in these days, raised his hand, wrapped his waist, and said softly, "These days, you will stay by his side obediently."
"Yeah." Xing Wuyun nodded, and then asked, "Is Lan Jingshu okay?"
"Not good." Feng Aotian said solemnly, and a vicious flash flashed across Feng's eyes.
Wei Zimo always sat aside, staring at her, thoughtfully, he suddenly felt that he was an outsider, caught between them, but he was in a dilemma.
Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at him, "You are so smart, you have already guessed it if you don't say anything, haven't you?"
"I'd rather be stupid." Wei Zimo looked at her, "You know, cleverness is mistaken by cleverness."
Feng Aotian could hear the ridicule in his words, and said with a smile, "If you are stupid, you will be even more reluctant to bear it."
Listening to Feng Aotian's words, Xing Wuyun closed his eyes and asked quietly, "The emperor means that the minister is stupid, so, are you willing?"
Feng Aotian clicked the corner of her mouth and felt that these two were at the same place. If she was really jealous, she would have a headache, so she quickly took Wei Zimo into her arms and whispered, "Lord doesn't sleep, I rushed two. The road just came back."
Hearing Feng Aotian's words, Wei Zimo knew that she had caught his weakness, and knew that he was reluctant to embarrass her at this time, so he sighed helplessly, "What should you do next?"
"Master wants to rest." Feng Aotian turned his eyes, looked at Wei Zimo, and said in a low voice, "Since the net has been spread, the master waits comfortably for the net to be closed."
Xing Wuyun has put all the focus on her body. These days, he is tired enough, and now, he has to rest well.
Meteor turned around, watching Feng Aotian hug left and right, so uncomfortable, he pouted the corners of his mouth, squatted down leisurely, and touched the head of the dog, "It's better that you treat me well."
The dog stared at the pitiful appearance of the meteor, completely looking like a pet abandoned by the owner. He nodded helplessly, which was a comfort to him.
Feng Aotian turned around and looked at Xing Wuyun, "Let me see the arm injury."
Xing Wuyun closed his eyes, raised his hand at random, and placed it in front of Feng Aotian.
Wei Zimo naturally left her arms, and then stood up, "I'm going back."
Feng Aotian watched him leave, "Stay with him tonight."
Wei Zimo leaned sideways, looking at Xing Wuyun who was leaning against Feng Aotian's arms, "Isn't there someone by your side?"
The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth curled, "Master doesn't want you to lose sleep tonight."
"I'm not used to sleeping here." Wei Zimo turned around, looked at a Feng Yinqi lying in the inner hall, whispered, and then left the bedroom.
Feng Aotian looked at the bright red figure he was leaving, turned his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, "It seems that his problems will not change in this life."
"He's got something stinky. If it's changed, it's not him." Xing Wuyun waited for Wei Zimo to leave, remembering that that night, he almost choked him to death by feeding medicine, so he took the opportunity to sarcastically said.
Feng Aotian chuckled, knowing that Wei Zimo had done this, but he was just giving him a reason not to embarrass her.
Of course Xing Wuyun understood Wei Zimo’s intentions. He leaned comfortably in Feng Aotian’s arms. Feng Aotian rolled up his sleeves and saw the place where the hidden weapon was injured. She had just been scabbed. She could think of that time. In the situation, his eyes sank, "Didn't you say that you shouldn't be injured?"
Xing Wuyun disagreed, and chuckled, "A man is a little scarred, he is mighty."
Feng Aotian's mouth twitched while listening to him, and then said, "Master hates scars."
"The emperor will let the ministers get rid of them, anyway, the ministers can't get rid of them." Xing Wuyun lazily leaned against Feng Aotian's arms and whispered, "The emperor, if something goes wrong with Lan Jingshu, the minister will not be at ease in his life of."
Listening to his words, Feng Aotian flashed coldly in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Leave all this to the Lord, you can heal your wounds with peace of mind."
Xing Wuyun raised his eyes, a pair of peach blossom eyes with a faint charm, he curled his lips and smiled, and then asked, "The emperor is very happy and happy these days. Now, in half a month, the emperor will have to go with Ye Meixi. The wedding ceremony."
Feng Aotian listened to Xing Wuyun's words and chuckled, "Who made you unwilling then?"
Xing Wuyun's mouth twitched, "The minister is willing now."
Feng Aotian laughed, "What do you want?"
Xing Wuyun did not answer, but raised his legs, put them directly on her legs, sat in her arms, and said in a low voice, "What does the minister want? Isn't the emperor unclear?"
Feng Aotian narrowed his phoenix eyes and shot a cold light, then picked him up and walked towards the inner hall.
Xing Wuyun immediately got down from Feng Aotian’s arms, thinking that he was a little bigger than Feng Aotian, and it was really uncomfortable to be held in this way by him, and then he took her arm and leaned his head on her shoulder. On, walked forward slowly.
Feng Aotian looked at him without breaking it. When the two of them walked to the dragon couch, she lay down on her own, while Xing Wuyun took off her goose-yellow brocade robe, wearing only a jacket, watching She, "The emperor, the minister is injured."
"Yeah." Feng Aotian replied softly.
"The minister is injured, how do you take a shower?" Xing Wuyun's words were very obvious.
The meteor outside the inner hall listened to Xing Wuyun's teasing words, and the corners of his mouth twitched, thinking that these men beside the Holy Master could become normal. What happened?
Feng Aotian looked at him, "Are you acting like a baby with your master?"
Xing Wuyun coughed a few times, and felt that he was so hypocritical, really a little awkward, then turned around, and obediently entered the screen.
When he took off his shirt, a bright yellow figure had already landed beside him, with a small smile on his mouth, his handsome face, exuding a flamboyant temperament, and he stepped forward into the bathtub. He saw Feng Aotian already standing behind him.
Feng Aotian counted the time, counted, and a few days later, it will be the day when Mu Hanjin's third death will end, and then the fourth death will follow. She wants to meet him in person.
She raised her hand, stroked Xing Wuyun's ink hair, looked down, and watched his handsome face with a layer of mist on her mouth. She smiled lightly, "Master wanted to ask you, why did you peep at your father's bath that day? "
A gleam of light flashed in Xing Wuyun's eyes. In fact, he didn't know why, but there was a voice in his heart that was driving him, making him full of curiosity about her, thinking so, and doing that.
"The minister is just thinking, what is the amazing thing about the emperor's bathing?" Xing Wuyun raised his head, facing Feng Aotian's eyes, "The emperor, in this world, how many people have seen the emperor going out of the bath?"
Feng Aotian whispered, "Two people."
"Is it father-in-law and Mu Hanjin?" Xing Wuyun asked immediately.
"Yes." Feng Aotian made no secret.
"When is that honorable?" Xing Wuyun turned over, leaned his arms on the bathtub, raised his eyes, and met her eyes, and asked in a low voice.
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