Chapter 328: Stay by my side

After Feng Aotian saw who it was, his eyes were cold, "Gong Yimin, what are you doing?"
Gong Yimin waited to walk in front of her, just looking at her carefully. Feng Aotian now saw him and remembered Long Yin's affairs. When she moved her palm, she lifted her palm and hit his chest.
Gong Yi Min did not dodge, letting the palm hit his heart, he just looked at her without saying a word.
Feng Aotian closed her palms and looked at the faint blood on the corners of his mouth, but still motionless, she then turned around, "You go, I want to be alone."
"I'll be with you." Gong Yimin stepped forward and said while standing beside her.
Feng Aotian slapped the tree trunk with a palm, "Gong Yimin, I'm already enduring it, you better not force me to shoot."
"Do you still want to punch me again?" Gong Yimin said disapprovingly.
"That's not as simple as a punch." Feng Aotian's tone became colder and colder, she couldn't wait to kill him, but his life took the life of Mr. Cat.
Gong Yimin stepped forward reluctantly, raised his eyes and watched the fallen leaves on the branch fall on her, he raised his hand and bounced it off gently, "I just want to be with you."
Feng Aotian turned his eyes to look at him, "Gong Yimin, do you think you are qualified to stand in front of me?"
Gong Yi Min raised his eyes and looked forward, his eyes were erratic, just with a touch of nothingness, "Feng Aotian, what do you think I should do to let you stay by my side?"
Feng Aotian smiled, "You have missed it."
Gong Yimin turned his eyes to look at her, "Who said I missed it? Don't you doubt why you were born again into this world? Don't you ever doubt why I did that in the first place?"
Feng Aotian was startled again, "What are you trying to say?"
The corner of Gong Yimin's mouth ticked, "All I want is you, even if it is ruining the world, I will not hesitate."
Feng Aotian listened to his words and looked up at him, "Gong Yimin, when are you going to be crazy? Do you think I really am a soft persimmon? Do you think I will really be played by you in applause ?"
Gong Yimin turned his eyes to look at her, "Then you can show me strength and let me see how you escaped from my palm."
Feng Aotian's eyes sank, yes, why can't she escape his calculations? It's not that she can't. It's just that she didn't have confidence at the beginning. It was just because he taught her all her skills. But, there is one thing that he can't teach. That is her newness. She is Feng Aotian, not Li Ying , She must do what she wants to do, "Well, even if the fish die, I will not be at your mercy anymore."
"Do you really want to run away from me so eagerly?" Gong Yimin couldn't help sneer. With a handsome face like a cold star, with an invisible coldness, and the faint sadness, he suddenly turned around and flew away. Up the valley.
Feng Aotian sat under the tree again, turning his eyes to look at the mound, "Feng Aoyun, I am Feng Aotian, I have always been Feng Aotian, although not the Feng Aotian in your heart, but mine is indeed It is Feng Aotian."
That night, the regent’s palace was brightly lit, and everyone became more sober after drinking, and they all returned to the palace before dawn the next day.
When I reached the emperor's bedroom, I saw Feng Aotian sitting on the soft couch, looking at the memorial.
Father Cat waited with a smile at the corner of his mouth, while Meteor was lying on the side staring at Feng Aotian suspiciously, seeing her expression calmly, as before, nothing wrong.
Did the Holy Lord figure it out overnight?
Mu Hanjin stepped inside, and everyone bowed in front of her, "The minister sees the emperor."
Feng Aotian raised his eyes to look at them, and then said, "The smell of alcohol is all over my body."
Everyone bowed their heads and said nothing, until she continued, "All are going to take off for the Lord, and wash them well."
"Yes." Everyone replied, and then retreated.
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Father Cat, "What are you laughing at?"
"Master, the slave is happy." The cat father said with a smile.
"What are you happy about?" Feng Aotian couldn't help asking.
"Just happy." Mr. Cat said as he handed over the tea, "Master, next month will be early winter."
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked into the distance, "In the blink of an eye, another year is about to pass."
"Yes," Mr. Cat said in a low voice, "A lot of things have happened this year."
Feng Aotian raised his hand to hold Father Cat's hand, "Stay well by your side."
"The slave obeys." The cat's slender eyes were filled with tenderness, and he whispered, "Master, what about them?"
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, "Of course he lives in the palace, and the Lord's people must be by his side and are not allowed to go anywhere."
"Then what's in their hands?" Mr. Cat couldn't help but worry.
"They will naturally get it right. If they don't have this ability, what's the point of coming here?" Feng Aotian just said lightly.
Seeing that Feng Aotian had gone through a long process, Mr. Cat seemed to have returned to the original point. She became so calm, confident and rational.
Feng Aotian lowered his head to look at the memorial, then looked at Father Cat, "Go out today."
"Where is the master?" Mr. Cat asked in a low voice.
"Go meet an old acquaintance." Feng Aotian said immediately.
"Master, are you going to cram people into the palace again?" Mr. Cat read the corner of his mouth and said displeasedly.
Feng Aotian chuckled, "Well, these three thousand harems naturally have to be full."
Grandpa Cat stared at her bitterly, "Master, just these things around you can't satisfy you?"
Feng Aotian pinched his lips, "Master, before winter enters, go find flowers and ask Liu."
"I'll be with you." Wei Zimo's voice suddenly remembered, and he stepped into the imperial palace.
Feng Aotian turned and looked at Wei Zimo's cold eyes with a cold color. She raised her eyebrows, and then said, "Master, go by yourself, no one needs to follow."
"Are you tired of me?" Wei Zimo asked with a sneer.
"What? What's your dissatisfaction?" Feng Aotian didn't rush forward to comfort him with a smile as before, instead asked him instead.
"No." Wei Zimo turned around and stepped out of the Imperial Palace.
"It's not allowed to take a half step out of the palace without my master's order." Feng Aotian said solemnly.
Wei Zimo paused for a while, then stepped forward, "Either let me go, or you will keep my corpse."
Feng Aotian's eyes sank, "Give it to the Lord."
"Yes." Soul led his command, and then fell in front of Wei Zimo, bowing and saying, "Offended, Lord Hou."
Wei Zimo still turned his back to Feng Aotian, "Okay, okay, my life is for you, what else do you want to leave?"
He said that he raised his hand and took out the dagger he was carrying before inserting it into his chest. Feng Aotian moved his fingertips and touched his acupuncture points from his back, then stepped forward and walked in front of him. "Let's see how Master cleans you."
He said that he snatched the dagger in his hand, and flew away on his back. After a while, he fell into his palace.
Hearing the wind and rain, she quickly knelt on the ground, and Feng Aotian stepped into the dormitory. When she moved her finger, the door closed, and she threw him on the bed.
Wei Zimo's cold eyes looked at her coldly, "Feng Aotian, you let me go."
Feng Aotian looked around, then saw the red silk lying on the side, and then cut into four pieces, and walked slowly in front of him, "You know what the Lord said is what?"
Wei Zimo gave a cold snort, then turned his head, "Don't you want me?"
"Have you said that?" Feng Aotian immediately sat beside the bed, but his body deliberately approached him, exhaling and sniffing his cheek lightly, and whispered, "Your temper is going to change."
"Didn't you say that you like my temper?" Wei Zimo heard the feeling of Su Su Ma Ma. Now he has been tapped in acupuncture points and cannot move. The whole person is like a lamb to be slaughtered on a cutting board. He turned his eyes to look at her, and said coldly.
Feng Aotian continued, "This dagger is for self-defense, but it's not for you. Even if it's used, it's not so useful."
"What the are you doing? Let me go." Wei Zimo looked at the evil charm at the corner of Feng Aotian's mouth, suddenly had an ominous premonition.
Feng Aotian raised his hand and wrapped the red silk around his limbs, and then tied them to the bed. She played with the dagger in her hand, "Do you know how to use the dagger?"
Wei Zimo glared at Feng Aotian, "You..."
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, "Well?"
"Feng Aotian, you..." When Wei Zimo saw her holding a dagger, he gently cut his belt, and then cut his body piece by piece. After a while, he was next to him. It was the brilliant red fragments, just like blooming coquettish flowers, without the slightest obstruction on his body. The dagger slid gently across his skin, revealing a cold feeling that made him bear. He couldn't help taking a deep breath. He had never felt this way before. He raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, "What are you going to do?"
Feng Aotian raised his hand and slit his veil, lowered his head and kissed his lips. When he was shocked, he bit on the tip of his tongue.
Wei Zimo snorted in pain, "Feng Aotian, you are too much."
He scolded, and a tingling sensation came from the tip of his tongue, which made him more and more angry. Is this her nature?
Feng Aotian just looked at him with a smile, "If you use the dagger to aim at yourself in the future, the master will tell you the real use of the dagger again."
As she spoke, she slowly slid the dagger through his lower abdomen all the way down...
"Feng Aotian, what do you want to do? Do you think this is fun?" Wei Zimo has never been humiliated like this before, and a pain flashes in his heart.
Feng Aotian looked at him, "It's what the master said, let you stay and you will stay, you are not allowed to go out of the palace without your master's permission, you know?"
Wei Zimo looked at her blankly, "What's wrong with you?"
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Feng Aotian opened a faint smile, but suddenly flicked the dagger, the dagger was firmly inserted on the curtain, and the veil fell, blocking her figure.
Suddenly she bullied herself up, lying on top of him, looking down at him, "Master just told you that you are not allowed to put the dagger at herself in the future, you know?"
Wei Zimo felt that such Feng Aotian was mysterious, making him unable to see through, but why was his heart beating faintly? The ambiguous breath flows in the bed, and the humiliation has already evaporated with the heat, and now all that is left is the thick love.
Feng Aotian lowered his head and kissed his lips, and his fingertips glided across his delicate skin, like ripples on the calm lake, which stretched and stretched, making him dazed.
He suddenly didn't know how to respond, but stupidly let her ask for all his breath, so overbearing, so arrogant, he opened his eyes and looked at her with closed eyes, such a familiar face, now looking She was covered with a veil.
Then he closed his eyes, feeling such a different kind of throbbing, until the air between each other became thin, he was panting, but he saw that she was still well-dressed, but his clothes were broken.
His beautiful face was covered with a layer of anger, staring at Feng Aotian for a long while, "You still don't let me go?"
"Do you remember what Ye Shicai said?" Feng Aotian raised his chin, leaned close to his lips, and asked seductively.
"En." Wei Zimo couldn't bear such temptation, it seemed like a kind of magic power that completely lost his mind.
Feng Aotian nodded in satisfaction, and then raised his hands to untie the red silk one by one. The white ankles and wrists, which are as white as jade, are now wrapped in a circle by the old red rope. There is no ugliness, only Lingering beauty.
She opened his acupuncture points, but Wei Zimo suddenly got up, and then pressed her under her body, "Should you also try the usefulness of the dagger?"
Feng Aotian let out a low laugh, her cold eyes filled with charming luster, she opened her limbs wide, and then said, "Come on then."
Wei Zimo's cold eyes were full of coldness, but he lowered his head and bit her lips fiercely, "Do you think I'm as cruel as you?"
Feng Aotian knew that he was reluctant, she wrapped her hands around his waist, gently turned over, and then lay on his body again, deepening this kind of embarrassment, a little overbearing, and a little provocation. A punishing kiss.
Wei Zimo embraced her and looked down at her, "Are you really going out?"
"En." Feng Aotian nodded and looked up at him, "You can only eat meat by listening to your master, you know?"
Wei Zimo snorted coldly, obviously dissatisfied, "Anyway, I have been a vegetarian for a long time."
The corners of Feng Aotian’s mouth raised, and she took many things in her heart. She did this, but she didn’t want any of them to be injured again. Moreover, she wanted Gong Yimin to see if she could hold them and let him Knowing that her fate is in his own hands, not he can control it at will.
"The Lord will give you a lot of meat, provided that you listen to what the Lord says, don't talk back, don't play your temper, especially don't be like just now, you know?" Feng Aotian raised his eyes and said in a deep voice.
Wei Zimo looked down at her, "I have asked for so much before I give it to the meat, so I will give it to you."
"Do you dare to bargain with your master?" Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and stared at him, then raised his hand to pinch his nose, "Master has things to do today, I owe this meal first."
"No credit." Wei Zimo replied coldly.
Feng Aotian got up, "It's okay at this place."
Wei Zimo was draped in a silk quilt, covering the graceful curve, holding her hand, "Really not let me go?"
"En." Feng Aotian nodded, "You rest well, Lord knows, you haven't rested for many days."
"You owe me the meat, I will record it, you have to sign and put it on hold." Wei Zimo said and got up, wearing only a robe, walked to the bookcase, took out a new account book, and raised it. After writing the pen, he took it and placed it in front of her, "Put your fingerprints."
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at the account book in his hand. It was written impressively, "Feng Aotian owes meat twice."
The corner of her mouth twitched, "When did the Lord owe you two meals?"
"There is one at the border gate last time." Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at her, "Do you want to regret it?"
"Isn't it just a meal." Feng Aotian spoke very proudly, then pressed his finger prints and raised his eyes to look at him, "A profiteer is a profiteer."
"It's not as good as you." Wei Zimo then carefully put away the account book.
Seeing him like this, Feng Aotian pressed him on the bed, "rest well."
Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at her, "Humph, let's go."
The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth ticked, "Now are you willing?"
"I can't bear it, you won't stay." Wei Zimo turned around leisurely, half of the smooth back was exposed, and the green silk was scattered, and it was heartbreaking to look at.
Feng Aotian stepped forward and Jiang Jin was pulled forward, "Can't catch a cold anymore."
"I'm already eager to burn my body now, so long as I don't get any root of the disease, I will be fine." Wei Zimo said coldly.
Feng Aotian listened to his words, turning his eyes, "It's okay, if you don't lift it then, the Lord won't have to pay you back."
Wei Zimo turned his eyes and glanced at her, "Can't you expect me to order?"
Feng Aotian laughed, and then he moved away from the palace.
Wei Zimo looked at the back of her leaving with a slight smile on his lips. He half-sit up, drew out the dagger stuck in the bed rail, and gently stroked it, "It's really hard to change your nature. You can think of evil things."
Feng Aotian stepped away from Wei Zimo's bedroom and saw Xing Wuyun and Wufeng walking out. She looked at them, raised her eyebrows slightly, and then saw that they had already walked over.
"Where did the emperor come from?" Xing Wuyun asked knowingly. He rinsed and changed into a goose-yellow brocade robe. His red lips evoked an evil smile, and the folding fan in his hand flicked, making the whole person look more and more The romantic sorrowful.
Feng Aotian looked at him, "Did you have a good drink last night?"
"Well, it's a pity that Ye Meixi's tune is not as good as you." Xing Wuyun smiled very charmingly, her peachy eyes were colorful, just looking at her unsuccessfully.
Feng Aotian clicked the corner of his mouth, "It turned out to be listening to a small song."
"When will the emperor sing a song to his ministers?" Xing Wuyun hadn't seen her for a long time. After returning, he met her poisonously. Now all the thoughts are overflowing in his throat, and all his thoughts are pouring out.
Feng Aotian took the folding fan in his hand, put it away smartly, and knocked on his head, "Want to hear?"
"Of course." Xing Wuyun's hand followed her into his arms, lowered his head to meet her eyes, "The emperor refused?"
"Look at the mood of the master." Feng Aotian unfolded the folding fan and shook gently.
Xing Wuyun's arms around her waist became tighter and tighter, as if he wanted to embed her in his own body. He wanted to suppress the full of longing, but he couldn't suppress it anyway.
Feng Aotian moved gently, and the folding fan blocked him. Feng Aotian turned around and left his embrace, then threw the folding fan to him, then looked towards Wufeng, "Go and see Wei Zimo."
"What's wrong with him?" Wufeng stood aside and smiled lightly. Knowing that she was just joking with Wei Zimo, he listened quietly.
Feng Aotian leaned close to his ear and whispered, and then kissed him on the cheek, "Go and see, lest you really get the root of the disease."
Wufengren couldn't help being so handsome. The handsome face was filled with an inevitable smile. Xing Wuyun leaned forward and stared at Feng Aotian, "A kiss."
Feng Aotian raised his hand and pinched his nose, "No."
"No, you can't go if you don't kiss me." Xing Wuyun said and stopped in front of Feng Aotian, like a child.
Feng Aotian raised his hand and patted off his arm. When he passed him, he raised his hand and twisted his butt, and walked away briskly.
Wei Zimo jumped in shock, and turned around to see Feng Aotian with his hands behind him, leaving like that, he sighed helplessly.
Without the wind, he walked forward, and Xing Wuyun hurriedly followed, "What did she tell you just now?"
"You better don't know, otherwise, something big will happen." Wufeng said with a smile.
"What's the big deal?" Xing Wuyun then asked.
"Will be cut by Wei Zimo." Wufeng smiled lightly, and left happily.
Xing Wuyun looked at his back and laughed uninhibitedly, "Is it funny?"
Feng Aotian walked all the way forward, raising her eyes to see that the early morning sky was really blue. She seemed to have walked freely like this in the palace for a long time. Anyway, there is still some time, so it's good to walk like this.
After crossing Xing Wuyun's bedroom, she walked to Yi Mu's Meixiang Palace. She rolled her eyes and then stepped in.
Yi Mu was standing under the plum tree in a daze, Feng Aotian walked to his side, "Next month enters winter, and the plum blossoms will bloom."
"En." Yi Mu nodded, turning his eyes to look at Feng Aotian, his handsome face was a little sad.
Feng Aotian raised her hand and broke a dry plum branch. She raised her eyes to look at him, "Do you remember what you said when you broke the branch like this?"
"I don't remember." Yi Mu shook his head, but felt very familiar.
"There are flowers that can be folded straight and must be folded. Don't wait for the branches to be folded without flowers." Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, and put the dry plum blossom branch in his hand, "Do you want to return to the spirit race, or stay here? Here?"
"What about you? Do you want me to go back?" Yi Mu asked softly while turning the branch with her fingertips.
"Stay here." Feng Aotian said with a smile, "It's good to have been with the master again. If you can't remember the past, forget it, and let's start again."
"Okay." Yi Mu smiled like a spring plum, just looking at her like this and replied.
Feng Aotian turned around and left the bedroom, raising her eyes to look into the distance. Maybe this is a good start, but she knows that there are many things that need to be solved in the future, but is it important? I'm afraid it's nothing more important than staying with them like this.
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