Chapter 70: Juvenile love? Love spell?

The night is quiet, the moon is bright and the wind is clear, but his endless indifference is endless, and the elegant back shows thousands of melancholy.
Leng Qianye stared at Mu Hanjin’s elegant figure, but felt that he seemed to have heavy shackles on his body, and he was completely imprisoned. The whole body was covered with dark clouds. Now the moon is light and the breeze is light, and he can’t escape him Layers of black mist.
He couldn't help thinking about what it was that gave him such a lonely back, the peerless and independent coldness, this indifference, even he could not see.
Mu Hanjin turned her eyes to meet Leng Qianye's doubts, and smiled, "Brother Leng, the world will change drastically in the near future. I hope you can figure out how you should go."
What does Leng Qianye want to say, but he is hesitant to say something, he still has a way to go in the future? Now that he has been trapped in this palace of the Regent for two years, there is no way to go and he can't do anything. Even if he is full of ambitions, he is nothing but vain.
Mu Hanjin said lightly,
The prince’s mind is unpredictable. Earth-shaking changes have taken place outside these days. After Brother Leng has recovered from his injury, he can go out for a walk.

Leng Qianye was silent and turned around indifferently, "Maybe."
Seeing that he was determined, Mu Hanjin stopped talking. He is now a free body, but even if the body is free, what about the heart?
Standing outside the palace, Feng Aotian looked at the moonlight tonight. It was much colder than before. She couldn't help but sighed, how long hasn't she appreciated the moonlight like water?
"Meixi, see the prince." Ye Meixi has recovered very well these days, her complexion is even more vigorous than before, and the whole person is like a new look. In front of Feng Aotian, it is not like it used to be. Flattery and flattery, the appearance is still beautiful, beautiful and enchanting, but it reveals a natural and luxurious atmosphere, not as weak as before, but a bit more tough and tough as a man should have.
Feng Aotian looked at him and thought to himself, this is what he should be like, she knows that one day, he will leave, and some things, especially those carved into the bones, will never be forgotten. And easy to forget, not to mention, that place needs him.
"Get up." Feng Aotian said lightly.
Ye Meixi stepped forward and didn't fall into her arms as tenderly as before. Instead, he opened his arms and embraced her in his arms. He felt that this position was more comfortable now.
Feng Aotian leaned in his arms, she was indeed a little tired these few days, and the two of them hugged each other like this, looking up, admiring the moonlight.
Feng Yinqi felt that he was left out. Uncle Wang only had his beauty in his heart. He leaned against the door, sighed countlessly, and said sourly, "Hey, Uncle Wang, my nephew needs someone to hug him."
Feng Aotian left Ye Meixi's arms and looked at him, "Go to sleep."
"Uncle Wang is not around, and my nephew can't sleep." Feng Yinqi pouted, looking at her pitifully.
Looking at Feng Yinqi like this, Feng Aotian smiled at the corner of his mouth. At this moment, there are still people who are not afraid of her lustful might, and are afraid that these two will be the only ones who will be with her.
"Come here," she said coldly.
Feng Yinqi listened, stepped out of the bedroom, rushed to Feng Aotian, and fell into her arms, "Uncle Wang, since the night is long, there is no sleepiness, why don't you drink to Yueyue?"
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and stared at him, "Even if you drink, you don't have your share."
"Why?" Feng Yinqi raised his eyes, stared at her, and looked at her.
"What wine does your child drink?" Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Ye Meixi, "A few drinks with him."
"Yes." Ye Meixi nodded. After spending time with each other, he discovered that she was actually more vulnerable than anyone.
Feng Yinqi tugged at her sleeve, "Uncle Wang, you are partial. Uncle Wang taught my nephew the first drink."
"Really?" Feng Aotian avoided this topic directly. Yes, he drank for the first time, about five years old.
"So, I want my nephew too." Feng Yinqi nodded quickly with a look of expectation.
Feng Aotian thought about such an elegant night, so he didn't want to lose his interest, so he said, "It's rare that the Lord is in good spirits tonight, so it's OK."
"Uncle Wang is the best." Feng Yinqi held Feng Aotian's arm and smiled brightly.
After a while, wine and food were placed outside the palace, Ye Meixi toasted, "Meixi respects the Lord."
"Okay." Feng Aotian raised his glasses quickly, and the two drank all at once.
Feng Yinqi also raised his glass immediately, "My nephew also toasted Uncle Wang a glass."
"Okay." Feng Aotian also responded, and then he toasted and drank.
After a few cups of wine, Feng Aotian came into interest, still remembering her past life, she rarely drank, because she had to keep a high level of vigilance at all times, so she never knew what it was like to drink, now she He raised his glass, turned the glass, looked at the lustrous liquid inside, raised his head and drank it, "It's really amazing."
Ye Meixi filled Feng Aotian with wine. Her phoenix eyes were blurred, her red lips were slightly hooked, and her face was like a peach blossom. She inadvertently revealed a touch of charm. The wine is not intoxicating and people are drunk. He is already intoxicated.
"Keren, sing a little tune for the master." Feng Aotian smiled and looked at him.
"What do you want to hear?" Ye Meixi put down her wine glass and quickly returned to her senses with a charming smile.
"Your favorite." Feng Aotian raised his glass and pointed at him, "Master, you can hear that singing and dancing are popular in your place, and everyone opens their mouths and becomes a song."
Ye Meixi smiled, showing all kinds of amorous feelings. She picked up the jade chopsticks in one hand, tapped the wine glass, raised her eyes, looked at the moonshade night sky, humming softly, her voice was not as charming and low as before. Soft, but with a touch of youth and frivolous clarity, with a touch of magnetism.
The long way to go, don’t ask, where?
The long sword is accompanied by white clothes,
The ignorant young man has no sorrow and affection.
The wind blows the river and the water is cold, the rain falls and the heart ripples,
With a arrogant smile, a confidant song.
Tomorrow night...
A scene of drunk dream life,
It is hard to find out after the pain.
My love is the best, only Feihua Mengying is left.
Looking back and looking again, Yiren still stood still.
See all the ups and downs, drink alone and remember.
Waiting for reincarnation for several generations, dreams pass away.
The red dust hides the fairy,
If you don’t look back, why bother to swear,
Time is easy to pass away, and loneliness is with me.
Smile when you meet, say a confidant,
Life and death promise,
Don't ask how much is parting.
After getting drunk, it is hard to find out.
My love is the best, only Feihua Mengying left
Looking back and looking again, Yiren still stood still.
See all the ups and downs, drink alone and remember.
After getting drunk, it is hard to find out.
My love is the best, only Feihua Mengying is left.
Looking back and looking again, Shu Shan still stood still.
See all the ups and downs, drink alone and remember...
See all the ups and downs, drink alone and remember...
At the end of the song, Feng Aotian stared at the loneliness, sadness, and sadness that flashed in his eyes. She asked in a low voice, "What's the name of this song?"
"Juvenile love." Ye Meixi converged her mind and looked at her, for some reason, she suddenly thought of this song.
Feng Yinqi drank one cup after another. The amount of alcohol was very poor, and he was already drunk. He lay on the table, hiccuping and falling asleep.
Feng Aotian was silent for a long time, and laughed, "What a juvenile love." Then, he filled up the wine, raised his glass, "Drink."
"Okay." Ye Meixi smiled charmingly and toasted to drink with her.
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at Father Feng who was beside him, "Go and bring the pipa for the Lord."
"Yes." Father Feng quickly responded, and ordered someone to give orders.
For a moment, Feng Gonggong presented the pipa with both hands to Feng Aotian, still holding the pipa half-hidden, her slender fingers stroking the string, everything was silent, the deep melody slowly sounded, with a faint unresolved sadness She looked sideways and looked at the moonlight. This was the first time she played this song, because, in the dead of night, she always looked at his back and listened to him playing this voice over and over again, until later, She naturally remembered the song in her mind, like a mark, lingering.
Ye Meixi had never seen such a sad side of Feng Aotian. Listening to the sad tune, her resolute eyes were filled with indescribable melancholy at this moment, as if she was missing something... She was slightly close. Eyes... His eyes are dim. At this moment, who is she reading? Who is thinking of?
There was a deep tune floating above the silent regent palace. Mu Hanjin was looking at the moon at the window, and the sad tone echoed in his ears. He tapped his toes and flew on the eaves, looking towards the towering palace, waiting to see The person holding the pipa flick, his cold eyes are slightly converged, and he stands with his hands behind him, curled up slightly with his fingers in his sleeves, standing silently like a sculpture.
At the end of the song, but I don’t know how many sad things evoked by the young people in this mansion, Feng Aotian raised his eyes, looked at Ye Meixi’s thoughtful appearance, and put the pipa in one place, "The Lord is also arty today. , Hurt the spring and sad autumn once."
"Master, what's the name of this song?" Ye Meixi asked softly with her red lips slightly raised.
"Love curse." Feng Aotian raised his wine glass and drank it in one fell swoop. "It's getting late, let's go away."
"Okay." Ye Meixi smiled lightly and then got up.
"Uncle Wang...Uncle Wang...Don't leave your nephew..." Feng Yinqi suddenly got up, opened his eyes, staring at Feng Aotian, and shouted loudly.
Feng Aotian looked at Feng Yinqi already drunk and unconscious, stretched out his hand, hugged him into his arms, turned around, and entered the palace.
Ye Meixi followed closely and entered the palace together.
The next day, Feng Aotian helped his aching forehead to get up, and saw that Feng Yinqi was still asleep. It seemed that he would not be awake for a while. Therefore, after getting off the bed, Ye Meixi was already properly dressed, turned and hooked. His lips smiled slightly.
Feng Aotian was also after dressing up, and stepped out of the inner hall. Ye Meixi had already prepared breakfast. The two of them smiled at each other and sat down to eat together.
Mu Hanjin stayed up all night, staying outside the palace early in the morning, standing still with her head down.
Looking at his still thin figure, Feng Aotian said coldly, "I'm not coming in yet."
Mu Hanjin stepped inside and saluted respectfully, "Weichen see the prince."
"Sit down." Feng Aotian looked at him, "Even if it is different, you still have to pay attention to your body."
Mu Hanjin immediately sat on one side, watching Feng Aotian hand Tang to him as usual, he said softly, "Yes."
Ye Meixi sat aside, preparing food for Feng Aotian, "Master, when are you coming back today?"
"Your body is almost recovered. The day after tomorrow, you will take a trip to the far door with your master." Feng Aotian said, holding the vegetables in his bowl naturally.
"Okay, everything is what the Lord said." Ye Meixi smiled, smiling brightly at Feng Aotian.
Mu Hanjin put down the bowl, raised her eyes, and looked at her. Going away? Where to go
Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at him, "The affairs of the court will be left to you. If there is a major event, report it to the king immediately. The king thinks that the forces that have been hidden behind you for such a long time spread across this entire continent, quickly Repaying is easy."
"Yes." Mu Hanjin answered faintly, looking down.
Feng Aotian stopped breakfast, rinsed her mouth, cleans her hands, and just got up. Ye Meixi also followed her up, took the initiative to move forward, hooked her neck, gave a soft kiss on the corner of her lips, and turned back. The original charming look, "Mei Xi waits for the Lord to return to the house."
"Okay." Feng Aotian also smiled at him, leaned slightly, gave another kiss, turned around, crossed Mu Hanjin's side, and walked out.
Mu Hanjin still followed her indifferently, but she didn't take his hand to leave. He lowered his head, suddenly felt the colder fingers, raised his eyes, looked at her indifferent back, and said nothing.
The two sat in the imperial court, Feng Aotian closed their eyes and rested. When they passed the street in the morning, they were not as silent as they used to be. People had already started to move. They were still afraid of the regent, but these days, she The policy issued also left a trace of gratitude in the hearts of the people.
Mu Hanjin was also silent, sitting quietly beside her, close at hand, but he felt that they were separated by thousands of miles. Isn't this situation like he once liked? Why is there a faint sadness in my heart now?
The early dynasty remained the same, and it was not affected by the fact that the emperor had not arrived.
"All the Qings returning the king's silver can maintain Feng's expenditure for one year, and there is also a wealth of disaster relief. It can be seen that all the Qings are capable people who earn money." Feng Aotian waited for the family to report these few. After reporting on the daily accounts and treasury and banking conditions, he said in a deep voice.
The ministers stayed silent, but they racked their brains and thoughts, and saved half a lifetime of savings. Now, they are offering them like this, although it has been almost half a month, but they Still awake at night, heartache.
Feng Aotian already knew the interests of officials, but now Feng’s country is in danger. If you don’t want to do something, it will be messed up sooner or later. Now, she has just reorganized the entire capital, and the places are still in their original state. What's more, if merchants in other places get news from the capital, in case the house money is expropriated, they will definitely be transferred to neighboring countries. In this way, wouldn't her gains outweigh the losses? There is also the third prince who now holds most of Feng's economy. Lifeline, how she can get Feng Guo's economic network from him back to her own hands, still need to consider long-term, besides, this person is by no means kind.
After the early dynasty, Feng Aotian stepped out of the palace, and Mu Hanjin went to the Inspectorate. These days, he worked in the government office all day long, and after reporting to Feng Aotian, he got in the carriage and left slowly.
Feng Aotian sat with the emperor and was about to leave, when she saw a yellow figure stopping Luangjia, she raised her eyebrows slightly, "What do you want to do?"
Xing Wuyun laughed and said quickly, "The prince has forgotten one thing about allowing his courtiers."
"Really?" Feng Aotian sat in the emperor's house, and opened his lips in a cold voice.
Xing Wuyun stepped forward and smiled happily, "The prince is really a nobleman who forgets things. Do you still remember that Yunzhun let the courtiers feast his eyes with "Ao Xue".
"Well, that's the case." Feng Aotian nodded slightly, "However, the Lord is not in the mood now."
"Master, you keep your promises, but you can't break your promise." Xing Wuyun smiled slightly stiff, he sacrificed his hue and threw his first kiss to her. This "Ao Xue" was something he had long thought about.
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, "He just said that he was not in the mood today, and he didn't say not to lend you."
"When is the prince in the mood?" Xing Wuyun suppressed the anger in his heart, clearly, this regent is a master of hatred, and now, he must still remember the last time he played with her.
Feng Aotian's body slightly sideways, "Come up."
Xing Wuyun was visibly startled and smirked, then he flew into the imperial court and sat beside her.
The imperial curtain fell, and Feng Aotian leaned forward slightly, watching him, "Except for the smell of wine, there is no fat or powdery smell, it seems that you are still very obedient."
Mu Hanjin, who was sitting on the carriage, heard Xing Wuyun’s voice from a distance. He opened the curtain and watched him enter the imperial court. Mu Hanjin put down the curtain, leaned against the wall of the carriage, and closed his eyes tightly. .
Xing Wuyun looked at Feng Aotian's approaching face and looked at her with a vigilant look. The last incident was a lingering fear. This time, she must not sacrifice her hue. It was too depressing.
When he heard her words, he even had a meal. In the past few days, besides drinking and having fun all day, there is really no woman beside him. He quickly turned his head and staggered the face that was close to her. He decided to go back this time, You must find a woman.
Seeing him like this, Feng Aotian laughed dumbfounded, and then sat up straight, "Ao Xue is not easy for anyone to ride."
"The courtier understands." If he can ride easily, does it take him so hard?
Feng Aotian looked sideways, "It is extremely spiritual, if you don't have the breath of the king, it will be difficult to get close."
"So, the courtier asked the prince to give him a piece of your clothes." Xing Wuyun quickly replied.
Feng Aotian smiled, "This breath can't be found on clothes."
"Then how?" Xing Wuyun smiled unruly, do you want him to stay with her?
"My master is not in the mood today, maybe tomorrow." Feng Aotian said quietly, closing his eyes and taking a nap.
Xing Wuyun understood what Feng Aotian said. If he wanted to see "Aoxue", he had to stay by her side and wait until she was in a good mood.
Why does he think he chooses to come today, so he can't bear it anymore? However, on second thoughts, if she is determined to fix him, even if he chooses an auspicious day, it will be the same. He simply doesn't care about it. When he tilts his body, he lies lazily in the imperial court, revealing his romantic nature. Close your eyes and take a nap.
Feng Aotian went back to the Prince Regent's mansion. These days, the three princes still did not do anything, and he could see that he was very calm, but she knew that the matter was in a hurry.
As he walked to the bedroom, Xing Wuyun wore a free and unrestrained smile. This light yellow gown seemed to match him, and he followed Feng Aotian smartly.
Counting the time, Ye Meixi saw her from a distance, and then stepped out of the bedroom to greet him, and then saw Xing Wuyun behind her, her eyes flashed brightly, "Master, you are back."
"Yeah." Feng Aotian stepped forward, holding Ye Meixi's hand, feeling that his internal strength had recovered 70% to 80%, and there should be no problem following her on a long journey the next day.
Xing Wuyun looked at the enchanting man in front of him, scorching his blossoms, escaping, very glamorous, and suddenly thought of the guy with a lot of cleanliness. If he could have such a temper, it would be fine. It is a pity that he is too arrogant , Never put anyone in the eye.
Ye Meixi affixed her affectionately to Feng Aotian's body, looking at Xing Wuyun between her eyebrows and eyes were provocative, and then took her hand and walked into the palace.
Xing Wuyun looked at Ye Meixi's expression, with a deeper smile on the corners of his mouth, and the bright sunshine, which shining brightly on his face.
Feng Aotian turned her eyes, just to see Xing Wuyun's unkind smile, she smiled evilly, and Feng eyes stared at him coldly.
Xing Wuyun's smile froze on his face, and he followed Feng Aotian without saying a word. In order to see "Ao Xue", he endured it.
Ye Meixi leaned close to Feng Aotian's ear and asked in a low voice, "Master, where did you find the beauty?"
"Furong Pavilion." Feng Aotian looked at his jealous face, chuckled, and replied.
"I can smell the alcohol and vulgar powdery air on him from a distance." Ye Meixi said in a voice that the three of them could hear.
Xing Wuyun pretends to be romantic and walks indifferently. He has always been forgetful, especially people who have nothing to do with him.
Feng Aotian chuckled lightly, stretched out his hand, pinched the soft flesh on Ye Meixi's waist, and stepped into the bedroom.
"Yeah..." Ye Meixi screamed in surprise, and then stared at Feng Aotian sadly, her beautiful eyes leaning against Feng Aotian's arms, "Master, you are really bad."
Xing Wuyun listened to Ye Meixi’s voice, it was called a Su Ma. Compared with the Meier under his men, it was even more charming and charming. He couldn't help but lift his eyes, glanced at Ye Meixi more, wondering where the regent was looking for. This stunner here.
Feng Aotian knew that Ye Meixi did this deliberately. The reason can be imagined, so she didn't break it. She immediately sat on the soft couch, Ye Meixi fell into her arms, poured a cup of tea, and handed it to her.
Feng Aotian took it, took a sip, then put it down and looked towards the inner hall, Feng Yinqi was still asleep, she got up from the soft couch, Ye Meixi pulled her sleeves, and the two walked into the inner hall.
Xing Wuyun followed Feng Aotian’s gaze and saw Feng Yinqi. Thinking about these days, there are rumors about the emperor and the regent among the people. He poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and put it down. It's really bitter, but good wine suits him.
When she stepped into the bed, she saw Feng Yinqi's cheeks flushed and she slept very deeply. She suddenly felt bad, sat on one side of the bed, and gave him the pulse. Her eyes sank, obviously, drinking too much, causing alcohol Poisoning.
She lifted him up and looked at Ye Meixi, "Bring the red porcelain bottle in the box."
"Yes." Ye Meixi returned to Yihuan Pavilion since Feng Aotian's early reign. He thought that the emperor was also drunk, so he didn't care about it, but now he saw it was poisoned.
He turned around, arrived in a few steps, opened the box, took out the red porcelain bottle, turned around, and handed it to Feng Aotian.
Feng Aotian opened the porcelain bottle, took out the pill, put it in his own mouth, bit it, then lowered his head, printed Feng Yinqi's lips, and fed it down.
Ye Meixi looked at Feng Aotian's movements, somewhat displeased, his hobby was too unique, he clearly remembered that Leng Qianye was fed like this last time, and now...this emperor is not her nephew ? Moreover, at such a young age, the master can also make a mouthful.
Xing Wuyun caught a glimpse of the situation in the inner hall, and his eyes widened. This was too... He squirmed his throat abruptly. Although he was saving people, it was too direct, so he couldn't change another way? Although the emperor is small, he is also a man after all, and the regent is too heavy.
Feng Aotian now only cares about saving people, no matter what other meanings she thinks of, she put the medicine into Feng Yinqi's mouth, then took the water that Meixi had passed over for the night, fed him to drink, and then laid him flat on the bed. "Get drunk with lotus altar."
"Yes." Ye Meixi replied in a low voice, turning around and said to Feng Gonggong who was waiting outside the palace.
Father Feng hurriedly sent someone to move an altar of Furong Drunk. Xing Wuyun smelled the scent of wine from a distance. Seeing Furong Drunk approaching him, he sniffed the scent of wine and reached out to take it over, while Father Feng was already holding the wine. The altar entered the inner hall.
Xing Wuyun sat in the distance and watched the wine leave him. His mouth was dry. This hibiscus was drunk differently from the others. He knew it was a century-old wine buried deep under the snow plum tree. There are only six altars in the world, so he won one altar, and he still made a deal with that rich guy and negotiated an altar. Now, he treasures it and he is reluctant to drink it.
Feng Aotian opened the wine jar, poured it into the golden basin, soaked his hands with wine, and then moistened the brocade again, untied Feng Yinqi's coat, and wiped his body.
Xing Wuyun looked at such a wine that was hard to find for a hundred years, and even took it to Feng Yinqi to wipe his body like this, and suddenly felt that the regent was violating the heavens, with a distressed appearance, where can I see that calm and unruly appearance.
Ye Meixi turned her eyes, and watched Xing Wuyun staring at the jar with a pair of eyes. A fascinating smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. Then she lifted the jar and drank the last of it, licking her lips, enjoying herself. appearance.
Xing Wuyun was crying, and suddenly felt that Ye Meixi was too dark-hearted, and he didn't even leave a drop to him. He swallowed fiercely, turned around, and stopped looking at him.
Ye Meixi saw Xing Wuyun staring at him bitterly, feeling very good, then put the wine jar down, and turned her eyes, she saw that Feng Aotian had cleaned up Feng Yinqi's body, covered the quilt, and looked meaningfully. Hold him.
He winced and looked at her, "Master, this century-old hibiscus drunk tastes really good, the fragrance is overflowing, and the mouth is fragrant."
"Well, that's not bad." Feng Aotian nodded, "Master, there are two altars here, I will drink with you another day."
"Yes." Ye Meixi responded with a smile.
Xing Wuyun was still scolding Ye Meixi from beginning to end, and suddenly heard that there were two altars. He immediately brightened his eyes, turned around, smiled flatteringly, and looked at Feng Aotian.
Feng Aotian got up and walked slowly out of the inner hall. Xing Wuyun smelled the scent of hibiscus drunk from her. He couldn't wait to rush over and smell her body all over, but given that he is not a man, he can only give up, but , Now the wine worm in his belly is seduced and eager to move, especially since there is nothing else in his eyes except Lotus.
She watched Xing Wuyun staring at herself, swallowing her saliva, Feng Aotian laughed, deliberately raised her hand, fingertips across his lips, "Want to drink?"
"Yeah." Xing Wuyun sniffed vigorously, but by sucking it in this way, he could smell the wine, and his heart was very itchy. If he could take a sip, it would be wonderful.
"Lord's things are not easy to get." Feng Aotian put his hands away and sat on the soft couch. Father Feng had sent someone to bring fresh water, and Feng Aotian slowly washed his hands.
On the other side, the had already taken out the golden basin full of hibiscus drunkenness. Xing Wuyun watched the golden basin leave, and suddenly felt it was a pity.
"Master, what do you want the courtiers to do?" Xing Wuyun gritted his teeth, thinking about the people he met, all of them were the masters who ate meat and did not spit bones.
"Promise me one thing." Feng Aotian picked up the tea and looked at him with a smile.
"What's the matter?" Xing Wuyunfu asked again.
"Let's respond first, and I will tell you after the master thinks it through." Feng Aotian said casually.
Xing Wuyun pondered for a moment. After struggling for a long time between Fine Wine and the Regent, he chose the former, "Okay."
Ye Meixi stepped forward, leaning against Feng Aotian's arms, and looked at Xing Wuyun, "Master, you answered him, what about Meixi?"
"Isn't there two altars?" Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, and ran his fingertips across his delicate red lips, "You haven't tasted it." The words were very ambiguous, and then he bowed his head and kissed his soft lips.
Xing Wuyun looked at the picture in front of him, thinking that the regent really did not regard him as an outsider, he turned around quickly, he didn't want to poison his eyes.
Mu Hanjin walked to the Inspectorate. In the past half month, he has dealt with 80% of the chronic illnesses of the past few years. He acted swiftly and used swiftly and resolutely. He, who seems to be weak, has such a skill. Shao was dissatisfied with him, or the officials who were quite criticized, shocked a lot. Other officials in the Inspectorate, even in front of him, did not dare to overstep and slack.
After he took care of today's affairs, he walked out of the Inspectorate and raised his eyes. It was past noon and rushed back to the Prince Regent's Mansion. She happened to have lunch and could review the memorial.
Xing Wuyun felt that the few hours spent in the Prince Regent’s Mansion were more difficult than torture him. If you were a normal man, watching two big men in front of you, you can’t help yourself. How would you feel? Can you still sit calmly? That's all. When eating, you have to endure nausea while you are eating, watching the two feeding each other. You take a bite and I take a bite. Can you swallow it?
After lunch, Xing Wuyun suddenly felt gloomy in front of him. No matter how much his concentration was, it would not be able to match the affectionate scenes of these two men in front of him. He wanted to shoot the case several times and wanted to turn around. Leaving, but thinking of Furong drunk and "Ao Xue", he endured it.
Xing Wuyun suddenly felt that he had no temper in front of Feng Aotian. If he changed to that guy, he would probably turn around and leave early in the morning, or fight with Feng Aotian, but he...who let his weakness be Is she catching it right?
Feng Aotian looked at Xing Wuyun with a smile at the corner of her mouth, but, sitting in the same place with her eyes blankly, she looked sideways, looking at Ye Meixi and staring at Xing Wuyun meaningfully.
The corner of her mouth twitched, how could she not see him being so hostile to Mu Hanjin, how could she be so jealous to Xing Wuyun?
Thinking of this, her eyes dimmed, and she felt that she suddenly remembered him. Just as she was trying to calm her emotions, she saw that Mu Hanjin had already entered the palace.
She raised her eyes, and saw that his expression was still light and elegant, he lowered his eyes and bowed, "Lord."
"Yeah." Feng Aotian answered nonchalantly, lowering his head, playing with Ye Meixi's fingers.
Mu Hanjin was silent, turned around, and walked into the study, watching the memorials piled up on the table, he condensed the dimness of his eyes, and then sat on the soft couch, writing and reviewing the memorials.
Xing Wuyun looked at Mu Hanjin's leaving back with some curiosity, thinking that when they met last time, weren't the two of them very affectionate? Why do you look at it today, so old and dead, like strangers?
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, "Master has something to do, so you can follow Meixi around the palace."
"Yes." Xing Wuyun responded quickly, and finally no longer need to look at the pictures of their affection and love, and the mood is much better, even with a brighter smile.
Ye Meixi left from Feng Aotian's arms, looking at her back, his eyebrows darkened, should he also do something for her?
Feng Aotian stepped into the study by herself, still with such an elegant back. Once upon a time, she hugged him and said something she couldn't believe, but now, in just a few days, it is nothing but a thing.
For some reason, she looked at him so indifferently, and she wanted to destroy him. She slowly stepped forward until she came behind him, raised her hand, and wanted to stroke his hair, but it was almost there. When he touched, he suddenly closed his hand, then walked to the opposite side of him, sat down, opened the memorial, and began to review.
Now that Mu Hanjin has resumed martial arts, she can naturally sense her breath, and Shirley's movements when she stayed behind him. When she finally left indifferently from his side, he couldn't help closing his eyes, and then again. Open it, it is clear.
Ye Meixi ignored Xing Wuyun, got up, and walked out of the bedroom. He wanted to take advantage of this space and return to the cabinet to adjust his internal strength.
Seeing that Ye Meixi didn't wait to see him, Xing Wuyun raised his eyebrows indifferently. He suddenly remembered that Leng Qianye is now in the regent's mansion. He then walked out of the palace and looked at Father Feng on the side, "Where is Leng Qianye?"
"Sixi, don't lead the way for Mr. Xing." Father Feng said with a sharp throat.
"Yes." Si Xi quickly answered, standing beside Xing Wuyun, "Master Xing comes with the slave."
Xing Wuyun nodded slightly, and led the way to Qinghui Pavilion.
When Feng Yinqi was half-dreaming and half-awake, he felt dry and dry. He tore the quilt on his body and murmured, "Uncle Wang...Uncle Wang..."
When Feng Aotian heard Feng Yinqi's dream sound, he got off the soft couch and walked to the inner hall.
Seeing her leaving, Mu Hanjin stopped the pen in her hand, sighed softly, barely audible, and continued to read the memorial.
When Feng Aotian walked to the inner hall, he saw that Feng Yinqi had already torn off the brocade, the red spots on his body disappeared, and he pressed his lips lightly, "Water...water..."
She hurriedly poured the water, walked to the bed, helped him up, Feng Yinqi drank water, raised her eyes slightly, looked at Feng Aotian, and then lay in her arms, "Uncle Wang..."
"Well, you are not allowed to drink in the future." Feng Aotian ordered in a deep voice.
"Yeah." Feng Yinqi nodded, still dizzy, then fell asleep.
Feng Aotian covered the brocade again, then turned around and walked to the study.
Entering the room, sitting on the soft couch, and seeing the person in front of her face pale, with a somewhat ill-looking face, her eyes are cold, holding his wrist, "breath disorder, lack of blood and energy."
"It's okay, it's fine." Mu Hanjin raised his eyes and said lightly.
Feng Aotian raised his hand, opened the plan in front of him, and fell to the ground with all the memorabilia. She stretched out her hand and dragged him into her arms, "If you don't want to live, this king will kill you now."
Mu Hanjin leaned in her arms, he slightly closed his eyebrows and remained silent.
Feng Aotian simply bowed his head, pried open his lips and teeth, sucked his cold lips, and took off his official robes with both hands. This body did not even have a trace of temperature. It was kept in dust for too long due to martial arts. , Just unblocked, he was too thin all these years to bear.
Her palms condensed her internal strength, wandering on his body, her kiss was ruthless and overbearing, as if to tear him apart, Mu Hanjin suffered a bite almost like a storm, every time it felt like A sharp sword pierced his heart.
After a long time, until his body gradually returned to temperature, he fainted in her almost raging kiss.
Feng Aotian put away his inner strength and looked at the person in his arms, Ruyu's face was finally stained with red glow, thin lips were red and swollen, his body was covered with palm prints, and his clothes were scattered, still showing a slight coldness.
She stretched out her hand, closed her clothes, laid him flat on the soft couch, picked up the memorials one by one, put them aside, turned and walked out of the study.
When Xing Wuyun walked to Qinghui Pavilion, he saw Leng Qianye sitting under the bamboo forest, dressed in white fluttering and otherworldly, just as handsome as when he first saw it.
Leng Qianye raised his eyes, looked at the person coming, put down the scroll, and smiled rarely, "Brother Wuyun, why are you here?"
"Brother Qianye, don't come here unharmed." Xing Wuyun smiled openly, stepped forward and looked at Leng Qianye.
"But only the prisoners imprisoned here." Leng Qianye replied calmly, waving his hand, "Please!"
"It just so happens that I will be your company today." Xing Wuyun smiled freely and sat down gracefully.
"Why are you here?" Leng Qianye looked at Xing Wuyun and couldn't help asking.
"It's hard to say a word." Xing Wuyun thought of this, he felt shameless, and quickly turned off the topic, "I heard that you were imprisoned and the regent's palace, thinking about coming to see you, but the palace is heavily guarded, and I don't know why you are imprisoned. It has been delayed until now, and now, seeing that you are safe and sound, my brother is also relieved a lot."
"I've only gotten better recently." Leng Qianye said with a light smile, "not to mention it."
auzw.com "Can you have alcohol here?" Xing Wuyun asked himself.
"Hey, bring wine." Leng Qianye said with a light smile, "still can't fix this problem of drinking alcohol."
"Oh, if I don't have alcohol for a day, I will feel boring in life." Xing Wuyun smiled, his eyebrows were full of free and easy.
"Really?" A cold voice sounded, and Xing Wuyun's smile froze on his face. Turning his eyes, he saw a brown figure walking in.
Leng Qianye sat down on the bamboo stool, still cold and indifferent to her, Xing Wuyun quickly got up and smiled, "Master, are you busy? Why are you here?"
"Stay too long, come out and breathe." Feng Aotian said with a cold face, and said in a deep voice. Then he sat down and saw that Huanxi had brought the drink.
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, looked at the military book on the side, and then at Leng Qianye, "I haven't read it yet?"
"There are a few things in the back that are a bit difficult to understand." Leng Qianye looked at Feng Aotian, and when he talked about the book of war, he became interested, and it is rare to return her.
Feng Aotian picked up the military book, "Where?"
Leng Qianye went on to say, "Since the sixty-two place, I have a little understanding."
Feng Aotian thought that after she got this book of war, she just read it roughly. She began to read it page by page. Xing Wuyun saw the wine and couldn’t wait to pour a glass and drank it all. Although it was not as drunk as Furong, but It's also a long time, at least fifty years.
"This wine is wonderful." Xing Wuyun said intently, and then poured another glass.
Feng Aotian raised his eyes slightly, glanced at him, and then looked at the book of war intently. Leng Qianye next to him was also pouring a glass for himself, raising his eyes, and looking at her.
The bamboo forest is faint, with a few breeze, bamboo shadows and green mist, her handsome face reveals the elegance of green bamboo, her red lips are slightly pursed, her eyes are like gods, her hand is holding a scroll, her whole body exudes a graceful air, like a fairy mist. People can't bear to disturb at a glance.
Xing Wuyun raised his eyes, and also looked at Feng Aotian, thinking about the scene of her and Ye Meixi together, and remembering the scene when he saw her for the first time a few days ago. There are totally three different temperaments, but unique Condensed on her alone, watching her profile, the softness of her under her that day emerged in her mind, and she quickly cast her eyes down, cursing herself, what do you think?
Mu Hanjin woke up faintly, supported a somewhat weak body, and his clothes were intact. He looked around, still in the study room, with a memorial to the side. He recalled what had happened at Shicai, raised his hand and stroked his lips. Sitting cross-legged, eyes closed, adjusting internal strength.
Two hours passed by, Xing Wuyun had finished drinking two pots of wine, and leaned contentedly on the green bamboo beside him. He had a pair of peach blossom eyes slightly curved, his face was like a peach blossom, his red lips were slightly pursed, and he was paired with that goose yellow shirt. Is amorous and romantic.
Leng Qianye was silent, whirling the contents of the military book in his mind, thinking carefully, Feng Aotian closed the scroll and threw it into his arms, "This scroll has 72 methods of arranging troops. One can be an independent formation, two into one, three into two, or the entire seventy-two kinds into one. If you look from the back to the front, the seventy-second formation Combine with the first formation, then combine the second with seventy-one formations, and so on, you can know the mystery."
Leng Qianye looked at Feng Aotian, and a flash of astonishment flashed through him. He studied the military book for half a month. She only took two hours to read it through. He quickly opened the military book and compared what Shicai he said to the corresponding one. The combination of formations is indeed very subtle, a brilliance flashed in his indifferent eyes, he raised his eyes and looked at her.
Feng Aotian got up and looked at Xing Wuyun, "I'm over drinking too much. It's time to go."
"Okay." Xing Wuyun smiled contentedly, then stood up, and said to Leng Qianye, "Brother Qianye, I will chat with you again someday."
"Okay, Brother Wuyun, go slowly." Leng Qianye also stood up and said politely.
Feng Aotian looked sideways and watched that he was kind to others, and looked frosty to herself, turning a blind eye. She turned around, folds off a piece of bamboo, drew on the soft wet ground, and then swiped it lightly. Throwing the bamboo aside, then turned and left Qinghui Pavilion.
Leng Qianye stood aside, looking at Feng Aotian’s leaving back, and then lowered his eyes. When he saw the picture on the ground, there was a flash of joy in his eyes. He turned around, took the pen and ink, and rushed out, drawing the figure on the ground. On the paper, I couldn't help but exclaimed, "It's really amazing."
Xing Wuyun followed Feng Aotian out of Qinghui Pavilion, he suddenly stepped forward, put his arm on her, leaned close to her, and stared at her woman-like lips, the drunken fragrance of Lotus still remaining on him, making him intoxicated After all, he slowly approached her lips, stuck out the tip of his tongue, added the flap of her lips, and smiled softly, "It's so sweet."
Feng Aotian was frightened by Xing Wuyun's unexpected behavior. He raised his eyes and watched his mouth smile, leaning on his shoulder, and fell asleep like this. A cold light flashed in her eyes, and only the master had always molested others. For the sake of this, I was taken lightly by a slumber, and she was still a drunk slutty. She raised her hand and tossed it gently, and Xing Wuyun was thrown directly into the pond beside her.
"Ah!" Xing Wuyun was struggling in the pond, yelling, suddenly, most of the alcohol wakes up, looking into the distance, looking at himself coldly, his eyes like a sharp sword, he trembles a few times. Climbed out of the pond.
He looked at his drenched and embarrassed appearance, and couldn't help but wailed. The image of his graceful son was now ruined here. Fortunately, no one saw him except the regent.
Feng Aotian turned around and stepped forward. Xing Wuyun was covered in mud at this time, but looking at Feng Aotian who had left, he could only hold on behind him.
Mu Hanjin felt that her breath became much smoother, and immediately stopped work, raised her fingers slightly, and the bookcase that fell on the ground steadily fell on the soft bed. He got on the soft bed and put the memorials on the bookcase one by one. However, The Yantai and Yubi were knocked over to the ground. He stepped up and walked out of the study to see Feng Aotian stepping into the bedroom with a gloomy face.
He curled his eyebrows, bowed his head, and stood at the door, "Lord."
Feng Aotian turned his eyes, looked at him, and saw that he was still the same, then stepped forward and grabbed his wrist, "Master touched you, made you so uncomfortable?"
Mu Hanjin was silent, he didn't know how to answer, could it be said that in the past two years, whenever she touched herself, he would feel a chill? But, now, when she touched herself, his heart would tremble uncontrollably.
"Okay, very good, don't worry, Lord will never touch you in the future." Feng Aotian said, and walked away.
Mu Hanjin's figure trembled, looking at her leaving back, she stepped back weakly until she fell on the soft couch. He stroked his heart lightly, and the corners of his mouth were full of bitterness. After all, he could not cross the way in his heart. Gully.
Feng Aotian turned around angrily, stepped out of the bedroom, and saw Xing Wuyun approaching embarrassedly, with seaweed floating on top of her head, her clothes clinging to her body, muddy mud, her eyes condensed, "Don't take him to change clothes. "
"Yes." Father Feng naturally knew that the prince was upset, and quickly gave Si Xi a wink.
Xing Wuyun also saw the anger in Feng Aotian's eyes, so it was better for him to leave as soon as possible.
Feng Aotian raised her eyes and looked at the boundless sky. It turned out that this was the annoyance of the two. She concealed the anger in her eyes, then turned around, entered the bedroom, entered the study room, and saw Mu Hanjin sitting blankly on the couch. on.
She scanned the pen and ink scattered on the ground, "Feng Gonggong, re-enter two four treasures of the study."
"Yes." Father Feng, who was standing outside the bedroom, had prepared it long ago, and quickly bowed his head in, put it on the book case, and then retired.
Feng Aotian sat on the soft couch, picked up the memorial, and read the comments. Since then, he has not said a word.
Mu Hanjin also sat cross-legged, then picked up the pen, condensed his mind, and read the memorial intently.
In the Yihuan Pavilion, Ye Meixi was in the process of healing his injuries. Suddenly, the door was opened. He immediately stopped work, raised his eyes, and saw Suixi bowing in.
"Suixi, what are you doing in here?" Ye Meixi's eyebrows were a little more defensive, because the person's breath was not familiar to him, but with a dangerous breath.
"Master, this is the medicine that the prince specially ordered the slave to decoct you. The prince said that you want you to drink it while it is hot." Suixi said with his head down, holding the medicine bowl in both hands.
Ye Meixi's eyes flashed slyly, sitting on the bed, watching Suixi slowly approaching him, standing a step away from him.
"Oh, why doesn't this palace know this?" Ye Mei narrowed her eyes slightly, and she was even more charming. Suddenly, his figure flashed, and his hand had already pinched Suixi's neck.
"Your Highness...your martial arts?" Suixi looked at him in astonishment.
With a wave of Ye Meixiyun's sleeve, the mask on Suixi's face was torn off, revealing the beauty of the woman. She burst into tears and then knelt on the ground, "Your Majesty, the slave and maid finally found you."
Ye Meixi's sleeves flicked, sitting on the bed lightly, watching the woman in front of her, her beautiful eyes drifting, and a dull look, "Xianghan, you go back, I won't go back with you."
"His Royal Highness, have you forgotten how the princess died tragically? Have you forgotten the suffering you have suffered over the years? Have you forgotten who killed the'Mo Yan Pavilion'? The princess will never die, and the three hundred people in the pavilion will be killed Life and life are buried, these people's hatred, your lord, have you forgotten it?" The woman knelt on the ground, with tears in her eyes and ruthless eyes, she said in a loud voice.
Ye Meixi was slightly curled up with the hands in his sleeves, how could he forget, how could he forget, but now, how could he be willing to leave?
"Let me think about it." Ye Meixi waved her hand, "How did you know that I was here?"
"The slave servant secretly heard the conversation between the empress and the dark guard, only to realize that your Highness has suffered such humiliation this year. You are a dignified prince, why did you fall here?" Xiang Han couldn't help but choked with distress.
Ye Meixi smiled seductively and raised his eyes, "Like this?" His eyes were cold, and with a wave of his palm, the screen in front of him was shattered. He stood up and stood with his hands in awe, "Go back now, I know what to do. ."
"His Royal Highness..." Xiang Han raised his eyes, saw his eyes condensed, and looked back, "The slave servant retire."
Before getting up, he turned and left.
He stretched out his hand and stroked his face, she said, let him put his heart away, didn't he? So, will it be better to leave, so that you will not meet and lose your heart?
Xing Wuyun changed his clothes and walked to the bedroom in a refreshing manner. Only then did he remember what had happened. He felt that he must be delirious. How could he find a man's lips so attractive? And... and kissed... Is this still him? In the past, he was not drunk in a thousand cups, but he was drunk after only two pots of wine?
Seeing that there was no one in the bedroom, he walked to the study, opened the curtain, and saw that Mu Hanjin and Feng Aotian were busy. He leaned against the door and looked at such a scene. The coldness in his eyes, when reviewing the memorials, he had a strategizing and confident expression. No matter who looked at it, he looked like an emperor sitting on a river and mountains. He turned around and looked at the inner hall lying on the bed. Feeling uncomfortable, Feng Yinqi, who was rolling around at random and still drooling at the corner of her mouth, curled her mouth, alas, she was still a child.
After reviewing the memorial, Feng Aotian raised his eyes and saw Xing Wuyun shaking his head and sighing. A light smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said in a deep voice, "Get out if you don't come in."
Xing Wuyun tilted his head and smiled casually. With a flash of his body, he stepped into the study, "Master, the matter of talent..."
"This king knows that you actually have such hobbies after you were drunk." Feng Aotian smiled evilly, and then opened the memorial before him again.
Xing Wuyun shook his figure and smiled indifferently, "Compared to the prince, the minister is not worth mentioning."
"This king wants to think about how to cure your drunkenness, otherwise the next time you get drunk, wouldn't he rush to kiss someone when he sees someone?" Feng Aotian folded the memorial in his hand and then threw it aside.
Xing Wuyun looked down. He had never had such a hobby. This was the first time. It was the first time that he was an elusive master. His fame was once again destroyed in her hands.
Feng Aotian got the last fold, put down the imperial pen, got down from the soft couch, and then came to his side, with his hands around his chest, staring at him, "Master, I will be in a good mood. I will take you to see Ao snow'."
"Really?" Xing Wuyun showed joy and looked at Feng Aotian.
"Let's go." Feng Aotian passed him, walked out of the bedroom, and looked at Father Feng beside him, "Get drunk with another pot of lotus."
"Yes." Feng Gonggong replied and ordered someone to come and get it.
Standing on Feng Aotian's side, Xing Wuyun felt ecstatic in his heart. Not only could he see "Ao Xue", but he could also taste the drunkenness of Furong. It was really a great joy in life.
In the study, after Mu Hanjin packed up the memorials, she got down on the soft couch, walked out of the study, looked up at the empty palace, he suddenly felt a cold wind blowing, looked up, looked at the figure of her and Xing Wuyun leaving , Raised his eyes, and a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Isn't this what he wanted? She will never touch herself again, well, so good.
He walked out of the bedroom slowly, and Father Feng looked at his cold figure, his eyes flashed coldly, as long as he dared to make the prince unhappy, he was not happy.
Mu Hanjin didn’t know how she returned to Qinghui Pavilion. Because Leng Qianye finally understood the last few formations, and, according to the figure drawn by Feng Aotian, she found many combinations. This unpredictable formation, at this moment, was very excited, raised his eyes, and saw Mu Hanjin's soul walking over.
A gloom flashed in his eyes, "Han Jin, why are you doing this?"
Mu Hanjin walked forward step by step, slowly sitting on the bamboo bench, raising her eyes and looking at Leng Qianye, "Brother Leng, why are you so happy?"
"Because I finally read this book of war." Leng Qianye's eyes flashed with joy, and when he met Mu Hanjin's faint eyes, he just sat down, "What's wrong with you? He looks like he's dying. ."
"It's nothing, maybe there have been too many things recently, and I'm a little tired." Mu Hanjin said softly, and when he saw the wine and vegetables on the table that were still in the future, he whispered, "Happy."
"Master." Huanxi heard it and hurried forward.
"Prepare some food and wine again." Mu Hanjin held the table with one hand, lowered his head, looked at the picture drawn on the ground in the bamboo forest, and slowly got up, "Isn't this the five elements, nine palaces and gossip pictures?"
"Yes." Leng Qianye looked at Mu Hanjin, "This was painted by the regent. I just knew that the mystery of this book of war was actually here."
Mu Hanjin laughed in a low voice, "She even knows this, no wonder, no wonder..."
"Han Jin, what's the matter with you?" Leng Qianye stepped forward and supported Mu Hanjin who was crumbling, "Will you treat her?"
Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and looked at Leng Qianye, "What is it to her?"
"Forget it, don't forget that she is a man, even if you...you can't." Leng Qianye helped him sit down and reminded in a low voice.
"Yeah, it's impossible." Mu Hanjin smiled lightly, picked up the newly prepared wine in Joy, and drank it with his head up.
Looking at his lonely expression, Leng Qianye couldn't help sighing, "I'll be with you." After saying that, he put down the military book, poured a cup, and drank it with his head up.
Feng Aotian and Xing Wuyun left the regent's palace. She whistled lightly and saw a white horse galloping at extremely fast speed. Xing Wuyun stared at the horse in front of him excitedly, "This is what' Aoxue'?"
"Yeah." Feng Aotian then mounted his horse, looking at him, "Come up."
"Lord, can the courtier ride on his own?" Xing Wuyun didn't think about riding with her. Now, in his mind, he rode "Ao Xue" to a beautiful place by himself, and then hugged Lotus. Drunk, get drunk, but there is no Feng Aotian's part in it.
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, rolled over and dismounted, "Then you figure it out."
Xing Wuyun looked eager to try, and then stretched out his hand to touch "Aoxue". Before he touched him, the horse in front of him raised his front hoof and kicked at Xing Wuyun. Xing Wuyun flew away and then saw "Aoxue". Staring at him fiercely, yelling at him.
Xing Wuyun immediately used his light power to try to sit on his horseback, but every time he was easily thrown away by "Aoxue", until later, Xing Wuyun sat on the ground exhaustedly, looked up, looked at it, raised his head proudly, and disdained him. With Gu's eyes, he raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, "Master, the courtiers should follow you."
Feng Aotian held the wine jar with one hand, flying steadily on "Aoxue", stroking its snow-white mane, "Aoxue" gently rubbed the back of Feng Aotian's hand with a hint of coquetry , Look at how cute it is.
Xing Wuyun shook his head helplessly. He wanted to borrow "Aoxue" for a day, and then tame it and belong to him, but now, it seems that it is more difficult, he got up from the ground and stood in "Aoxue" Next to him, Feng Aotian stretched out his hand to him, he held her fingertips, jumped up, and sat on the horseback.
"Aoxue" flicked his pony tail, and then ran forward.
Xing Wuyun grabbed Feng Aotian's clothes with one hand, and covered his cheek with the other. Because "Aoxue" ran extremely fast, in an instant, they left the capital, and within a moment, they went to one place. A small lake with beautiful scenery.
Now, the sky is dark, the bright moonlight sheds a little silver light, the lake is shimmering, and the breeze is blowing, it is very refreshing. Xing Wuyun likes to feel so free and comfortable. He just got off his horse and sat on the ground at will, looking in front of him. The scenery, "It's a pity, there is only good wine, if there is a beauty dancing on the lake, it would be wonderful at that time."
Feng Aotian sat down beside him, took out two wine bowls, then filled Furong drunk and handed it to him, "Drink."
Xing Wuyun took it, sniffed the fragrance of the wine, and exclaimed, "It's really good wine."
Then he drank heavily, "It's really good wine."
Feng Aotian looked at Xing Wuyun's so free and unrestrained temperament, thinking that she didn't seem to care about anything, but he took it all in his heart, reluctant to let it go, really tired of living.
She raised her head, drank a bowl, and then filled it again. Seeing Haoyue in the distance, she lay down on her own, "Life needs occasional indulgence, but she has not yet reached the time to get drunk."
Xing Wuyun looked sideways and looked at Feng Aotian lying next to her. Silver light shed on her white jade face, her handsome face, full of coldness. He also saw her gentle when he saw her murdering without blinking. On the delicate side, he looked at her, "Master, what kind of person are you?"
Feng Aotian looked at Xing Wuyun, "Not a good person."
"Haha." Xing Wuyun smiled heartily, then finished another sip, poured a glass, and chanted to the moonlight boldly, "Singing for wine, how long is life?"
"Drinking also talks so much." Seeing his unruly smile, Feng Aotian thought that it would be good for him to be so free and easy for a lifetime, but unfortunately, everything has a definite number. After all, she recognizes that people are too clear to see this appearance. The essence of Xia, his bones are also cruel blood.
When he drank his last sip of hibiscus, he leaned back and lay on the grass, raising his eyes and looking at the stars, he laughed loudly.
Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at his profile. He was more awake than ever.
"Okay, let's go back." Feng Aotian slowly got up and walked to the horse.
Xing Wuyun lay motionless on the ground, with a slight smile on his mouth, looking at the night.
Feng Aotian turned on his horse and said, "My master has done everything for you. If you don't want to go, just stay there." After that, she turned the horse's head, and in a flash, she disappeared.
Xing Wuyun was still lying on the ground, with his hands resting on his head, a blood-red figure fell to the ground and walked to his side, "Everyone is gone, what are you doing lying here?"
"Look at the stars." Xing Wuyun smiled brilliantly, raised his eyes, and met a pair of eyes that were shining like pearls, "Do you think my acting skills are too bad?"
"Yeah." The man in red nodded in response.
"Over the years, I haven't acted very well, so why can't I hide in front of her?" Xing Wuyun asked inexplicably.
"She has a profound manner." The man in red continued, "If you don't go, I can go. The scenery in this place is good, but it's too dirty. I'll feel uncomfortable for a long time."
"Take me a hand." Xing Wuyun said roguely.
The man in red glanced at him, "Your hands are dirty."
"Come on." Since Xing Wuyun stood up on the ground, he saw the man in front of him covered with a red veil, showing only a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes, a little cinnabar in front of his forehead, ink hair draped behind him, and a red enchanting suit. Yan Jue Qingcheng.
The red-clothed man tapped his toes, the red-clothed fluttered, and left with the wind. Xing Wuyun looked at the enchanting posture and couldn't help sighing. In this world, men who grow up like this are really angry.
He looked at the wine jar discarded beside him, bowed his head, picked it up, and flew away.
Feng Aotian returned to the palace in less than a moment, and when he walked to the palace, he saw Feng Yinqi burying her head and devouring food. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised and sitting beside him, "Wake up?"
"Yeah." Feng Yinqi nodded, swallowed the last bit of food, looked at Feng Aotian, leaned close to her, and sniffed, "Uncle Wang, are you drinking again?"
"Well, I sent a romantic ghost." Feng Aotian nodded, then picked up the spoon, scooped a bowl of soup, and handed it to him, "Sober soup."
"Yeah." Feng Yinqi brought the soup, drank it in one sip, patted his stomach, "Finally full."
Feng Aotian smiled and groaned, thinking that it would be great if he could continue to be so simple and simple, but how long can such happiness last?
Feng Yinqi looked at Feng Aotian thoughtfully, rinsed her mouth, and after washing her hands, she pulled her sleeves and said, "Uncle Wang, go for a walk with my nephew."
Feng Aotian got up, let him drag, and stepped out of the bedroom. The two wandered in the long corridor. After walking for a long time, Feng Yinqi looked at Feng Aotian, "Uncle Wang, are you going to go far?"
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded without shuddering.
"Then nephew will go back to live in the palace." Feng Yinqi continued.
"Okay." Feng Aotian turned his eyes and looked at him with a slight smile.
In the Qinghui Pavilion, Mu Hanjin kept filling up the wine glasses, drinking one by one.
Leng Qianye just kept silent, accompanied him, one cup after another.
Until he got a little drunk, slowly got up, staggered back to the room, walked to the bed, and lay down on his own, but he felt cold to the bones. When was the bed without her beside him, it was so cold?
Leng Qianye was completely drunk, Huanxi hurried forward, helped Leng Qianye back to another room, lay down and fell asleep.
The next day, when Feng Aotian woke up, he saw that Feng Yinqi was properly dressed, "Uncle Wang, my nephew will go back to the palace first."
"Yeah." Feng Aotian looked at Feng Yinqi, saw him groaning with a smile, then turned around and stepped out of the bedroom.
Feng Aotian's eyes sank, "What happened to the king who went out yesterday?"
"Guo Hui in the queen dowager's bedroom came and said that the empress dowager was slightly ill recently. Please go back to the palace." The soul replied with a deep voice.
"This king knows." Feng Aotian's eyes were dim, and it seemed that some things were more complicated than she expected.
Ye Meixi stepped in slowly and looked at Feng Aotian, "Master, did you sleep well last night?"
"Yeah." Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Ye Meixi, "have you thought about it?"
"Yeah." Ye Meixi naturally knew that the Prince Regent's mansion was all over her eyeliner, and she knew exactly where there was movement.
"When will you leave?" Feng Aotian asked immediately.
"If you let me stay, I won't go anywhere." Ye Meixi raised her eyes and looked at her, her eyes burning.
Feng Aotian looked down. Some people desperately wanted to stay by her side, but in the end she was drifting away. For some people, she just wanted him to do what she should do, and he couldn't bear to leave.
"If you don't leave, you will live in hatred and self-blame in this life, so do what you should do." Feng Aotian raised his eyes, looked at him, took a step forward, and embraced him. , "If you are tired, come back."
"Lord..." Ye Meixi stretched out her hand and took her into her arms, "Let me accompany you on a long journey, and then I will leave."
"Okay." Feng Aotian nodded and looked at him, "You can clean up."
"Yes." Ye Meixi left Feng Aotian's embrace, slowly turned around, and left the bedroom.
He saw Mu Hanjin standing quietly outside the palace, he took a deep look at him, and walked away.
Mu Hanjin stepped into the palace, Feng Aotian looked at him, sat down at the table, saw that his eyes were black and his body was faintly drunk, and said coldly, "Master is not here, you have to take care of yourself too. Although the body has internal strength to protect the body, after all, the body is not made of iron."
Mu Hanjin closed her eyebrows, sat beside her, took the soup in front of her, and took a sip. Strangely, he was not choked this time. He then picked up his chopsticks and ate quietly.
The two were relatively speechless. After breakfast, they went to the imperial court and were speechless all the way.
In the early morning, Feng Yinqi sat in a precarious manner, expressionless, showing the emperor's majesty as before.
Feng Aotian's face was cold, and now the situation in Beijing, China and North Korea is stable.
After the early dynasty, Feng Aotian stepped out of the Jinluan Palace, but Feng Yinqi went directly back to the Emperor's Palace. She raised her eyes and watched the changing circumstances in front of her. Perhaps, when she returned, she would have to face a new situation.
Mu Hanjin followed behind her, looked at her upright back, stopped for a long time, and walked forward slowly.
In the queen dowager’s bedroom, Xing Zhiyan could not afford to lie on the couch. Because of the palm of her body that day, she was a little unbearable now, her face was pale, and she was not half of the previous look.
She looked sideways, looked at Feng Yinqi in front of her, and sighed quietly, "Emperor, are you willing to come back?"
Feng Yinqi bowed his head, without any expression on his immature face, and whispered, "The child is worrying the queen."
"Your waywardness, the queen mother can never happen, you just need to remember that you are the emperor of the Feng Kingdom and the child of the mother queen." Xing Zhiyan's apricot eyes sank slightly, and suddenly, she couldn't see through Feng Yinqi. Separated?
Feng Yinqi replied respectfully, "My boy understands that no matter what, my boy will never abandon his mother."
"Yeah, good." Xing Zhiyan's eyes flashed brightly, and he stretched out his hand and stroked Feng Yinqi's cheek, "The mother is exhausted."
Feng Yinqi whispered, "Baby retire."
After Feng Yinqi left, Xing Zhiyan's eyes flashed coldly. He raised his eyes and looked at Guo Hui, "He has changed after all."
"Why do you see the empress dowager?" Guo Hui asked puzzledly.
"The Ai family can see it." Xing Zhiyan smiled coldly, "I really am the child raised by the Ai family."
Guo Hui flashed, "The emperor..."
"Everything follows the command of the master." Xing Zhi's eyes flashed coldly, "Just now the informant came to report, Feng Aotian will leave Beijing tomorrow, and I must go to Lianghuai."
"Please don't worry, empress mother, the old slave has already arranged it." Guo Hui said from the side, "guarantee nothing is wrong."
"Sure enough? How could Lan Jingshu reach Lianghuai intact?" Xing Zhiyan said solemnly.
"This... there are experts secretly protecting... it is really..." Guo Hui looked down. "Fortunately, Peony has arrived in Lianghuai, and everything is going according to plan."
"The relationship between the two Huai Rivers is very important, and nothing can be found out, otherwise, the master's plan will be ruined, and you and I will all die." Xing Zhiyan broke into a murderous expression in his eyes, and said in a cold voice.
"The old slave understands." Guo Hui shook his body and quickly replied.
Feng Yinqi walked out of the Queen Mother's bedroom and looked into the distance, his eyes flashed with firmness, and he moved forward to the Emperor's bedroom.
Feng Aotian returned to the palace, but the bedroom was empty, and there was no half of the popularity. Feng Aotian smiled at the corner of her mouth. What happened to her? I have always been alone, and I have long been accustomed to no one by my side. How can you feel lonely today?
Mu Hanjin did not go to the inspectorate, but went straight back to the palace, and when she reached the bedroom, she saw Feng Aotian staring at the bed in the inner hall thoughtfully.
He stepped forward, "Master."
Feng Aotian looked at Mu Hanjin, "Why didn't you go to the inspectorate?"
"Weichen will send the memorial that has been reviewed and reviewed to the prince with a whip every day." Mu Hanjin said softly, looking at her with gentle eyes.
Feng Aotian waved his hand and said, "No, the memorial for this period of time will be handed over to the emperor after you review it."
"Yes." Mu Hanjin answered, looking down, "Today's memorial?"
"Read it now." Feng Aotian said, got up and walked to the study.
Mu Hanjin stared at the figure she entered, her eyes flashed with sadness, and she followed her in. The two of them were as usual. There were not many memorials today, so they finished reviewing within an hour.
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Mu Hanjin, "Well, if you have something to say to this king, it doesn't matter."
Mu Hanjin took out a kit from her sleeve and handed it to her, "Master, please take this with you."
"What is this?" Feng Aotian took it, embroidered with very unique patterns, she wanted to open it.
"Master, don't open it, this is the peace symbol of the'wind'. If the prince encounters a crisis, the minister can perceive it." Mu Hanjin raised his hand, and the cool finger touched her jade-like finger, and quickly closed it. When I came back, I continued.
Feng Aotian put away the kit, "If you are in danger, can this king sense it?"
"The talisman in this sachet is made with the blood of Weichen. If the prince drops the blood, he will be able to sense it." Mu Hanjin looked at her with a very low voice.
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, "Is it a painstaking effort?"
"Yeah." Mu Hanjin nodded.
Feng Aotian chuckled, and suddenly pointed her heart with her finger. She swiped the dagger through the brocade robe, and she saw blood overflowing. She dropped the blood stained on the dagger onto the bag and saw A flash of red light.
Did Mu Hanjin not expect her to cut blood in front of her like this? He quickly got up to help her, but was stopped by Feng Aotian, "This king said, I will never touch you again in the future."
Mu Hanjin looked at the coldness and determination in her eyes, the hand he stretched out was finally weakly retracted, hidden in his sleeve robe, and clenched into a fist.
"Lord...Weichen..." Mu Hanjin was about to speak, wanting to say something.
"Okay, I remember that when I returned to Beijing last time, I heard you play a flute. I will play a song to this king today as a farewell." Feng Aotian didn't care about the pain in her heart. This hurt to her. Not much.
Mu Hanjin looked down, and Feng Ao landed on the soft couch, "Go to Qinghui Pavilion." After saying that, she stepped out of the bedroom and flew away.
Mu Hanjin flew back to Qinghui Pavilion with her.
Leng Qianye drank too much with Mu Hanjin yesterday, but now she woke up faintly, and stepped out of the room with her painful forehead.
On the face, she saw Feng Aotian fall to the ground gracefully, and she stepped forward, leaning against the fake stone beside her, and immediately saw Mu Hanjin turning to the ground in a purple robe.
Leng Qianye stepped forward and looked at Mu Hanjin. He walked slowly into the room, picked up Yuxiao, and walked out.
"Blow the song last time." Looking at Mu Hanjin's jade-like face, Feng Aotian still had a faint brow. Holding the jade flute in his hand, he walked under the bamboo forest, leaning against the green bamboo, and the flute gradually sounded. The same song, but the mood at the beginning is different from now.
Mu Hanjin remembered the situation that day, closed her eyes tightly, and a few gusts of wind came from her ears, echoing in the entire Qinghui Pavilion with the sound of his flute.
Feng Aotian watched that the chrysanthemum in front of her had fallen and replaced it with Haitang. There was a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, which was also a touch of relief. It never started, and why it should end. This is just a little hope when her heart is lonely. Get it, it's better to let it go.
Leng Qianye looked at Mu Hanjin and listened to the melancholy tune, but he blew out a touch of reluctance and sadness. Although he didn’t know what happened between Mu Hanjin and the regent, but , The Mu Hanjin in his memory was definitely not so sentimental. He said he hadn't changed, but waited until he waited, but he felt that Mu Hanjin had changed and became invisible to him.
Ye Meixi walked to the palace, but before seeing Feng Aotian, he heard the sound of flute coming from afar. Of course he knew who the flute player was. In this palace of the regent, only Mu Hanjin could make such flute sound. .
Seeing that Ye Meixi was about to leave, Father Feng hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, "Yes, the old slave has a ruthless please."
"Daddy Feng, just say it." Ye Meixi looked at Father Feng with a smile.
"This time the prince was traveling, only Ye Shifei was accompanied. The old slave was really worried, and asked Ye Shifei to take care of the prince." Feng Gonggong said softly.
Ye Meixi's eyebrows opened, and she said in a low voice, "Don't worry, Father Feng, this palace takes care of the prince."
"The old slave is here to thank the concubine for the night." Father Feng hurriedly saluted.
Ye Meixi looked at Father Feng. In this huge regent palace, in the past few years, it was Father Feng who was able to accompany Feng Aotian loyally and faithfully. Even though she was so cruel and abusive at the beginning, there are still people who are still heartbroken. Treat her well.
But, now, he wants to treat someone well, but she wants to reject him thousands of miles away? He raised his eyes and looked at the cloudless sky. In fact, she had long seen that she had too much to let go, so that's why.
He was dressed in a bright red gown, set off against a seductive face, his beautiful eyes flowed, and he was still graceful, and walked towards Qinghui Pavilion.
Feng Aotian squinted her eyes and listened to the sound of the flute calmly. The past is vivid. She suddenly felt that she had changed a lot in just one month in the Prince Regent’s Mansion. She had already integrated Feng Aotian into her soul. Place.
She lifted her eyes and saw Leng Qianye looking at her, her lips twitched slightly, looking at him, and when she came to him, she saw his indifferent and dusty face, stained with crimson because the alcohol has not yet dispersed. On the contrary, it was a little more magnificent, she looked at him directly, "Do you know why this king wants you to be imprisoned?"
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Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo well...Lemon swears that today's chapter Suwama takes the longest chapter, painstaking efforts...
Fei Yan
Evil World Pannier, in this life, she is arrogant and arrogant, and she will be repaid;
In her free time, she incarnates as a sacred hand ghost doctor, saving and killing people, depending on the mood, people from the rivers and lakes send "Ghost Rasha"
When the heart is soft, the scourge daddy has a few shops, the money is robbed, and the shops are burned. The good name is "I am happy."
When there was a convulsion, I gave my concubine a few macho men, ruined her chastity, watched a live erotica, and said seriously "very explicit"
When I’m bored, give my auntie a few packs of gu worm powder, rotten breasts, squeeze the blood and dry the corpse, righteously say "I will eliminate the harm"
It’s just that such a narrow life, after encountering him who is cold and domineering, completely subverted
After the conflict between the bright and the dark, did she fall into fate or ape dung? A few hundred, OK, as long as your fertilizer is good, my flower will be taken from you.