Xing Wuyun's bright eyes flashed a gleam of success, and then he lay weakly on the table, raised his eyes, and looked at Feng Aotian lazily, "My lord, they all have courtyards, why not?"
Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at Xing Wuyun, "Want a courtyard?"
"Well, otherwise, where do I sleep?" Xing Wuyun raised his eyes slightly, looking at Feng Aotian's cold eyes approaching her, still in a lazy posture.
Feng Aotian frowned slightly, then raised her hand and stroked the girdle between his hair, and then pulled it gently, the ink-like strands of hair were scattered and draped over her body, she picked up a strand and played with it, "Master's courtyard It's all for the beauties of the Lord, you..."
Xing Wuyun stretched out his hand, patted Feng Aotian's hand, gathered his hair, and then tied it with a hair band, "Since the prince does not sleep in the court of the minister, then the minister will leave."
Then he got up and walked outside.
Feng Aotian didn't stop him either, thinking about what he was thinking, sometimes avoiding her like a snake and scorpion, and sometimes sticking to her side again, it really became more and more interesting.
Xing Wuyun also felt that he was making a fool of himself, so how could he suddenly say such a thing? Even a fool can understand, isn't that implying something to her
He flew away from the Prince Regent's mansion in a sullen mood, swayed slowly on the street, and then returned to the restaurant. Wei Zimo had already gone to rest, while he returned to the room he had prepared earlier, lying on the bed, but tossing and turning. Unable to sleep, he simply kicked the quilt away, walked out of the room bored, sat in the courtyard and looked up at the stars.
Mu Hanjin looked at the coldness between Feng Aotian's brows and eyes, his eyes flashed with a hint of sadness, for Xing Wuyun, now he is more and more unable to see through, perhaps, they are hiding their own secrets in their hearts.
Lan Jingshu looked at Feng Aotian and Mu Hanjin. Now that he has done what he needs to do, it is time to quit. Then he respectfully said, "My lord, I will retire first."
Feng Aotian looked at Lan Jingshu, then looked at Mu Hanjin, and said with a smile, "Didn't you say that the Furong in Jinxuan Pavilion is open? How about a visit today when you are in a mood?"
Lan Jingshu raised her eyes, looked at her smiling face, lowered her head and said, "Yes."
Mu Hanjin looked at Lan Jingshu and then at Feng Aotian, counting the days. Tomorrow was another day when he vomited blood. He smiled and said, "My lord, tomorrow the minister will go back to the 'Wind' clan."
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Tomorrow you are going to vomit blood again, what are you doing there?"
"Because I haven't been able to find time these days, I haven't gone back, and there are many things that need to be dealt with by the minister." Mu Hanjin's eyebrows were slightly curved, and his eyes lightly said.
Feng Aotian was silent for a moment, then looked at him, "If you don't want to talk about some things, you don't want to ask more, but it's best not to wait until you find out before you tell the truth, otherwise, there will be no one around you. I will want someone who is not sincere to the Lord."
Mu Hanjin hid with the slight curl in his sleeve, his eyes flashed softly, "My lord, this minister did not hide anything."
Feng Aotian stopped talking, stepped forward and held his hand, "You can go after the morning tomorrow."
"Thank you, Lord." Mu Hanjin looked at her. The more she was like this, the more he couldn't tell the truth. He let him take this secret and accompany her quietly until the end of her life.
Feng Aotian didn't say any more, then got up, holding Mu Hanjin in one hand, and stepping forward with the other hand, holding Lan Jingshu's hand, left the bedroom, the three of them strolled in the corridor of the palace, and the moon was light and windy. In the Qing Dynasty, the evening wind was blowing the blue silk of the three of them, and they went to Jinxuan Pavilion about half a column of incense.
Jingxi, who was waiting outside the courtyard, waited for the master to return, and saw three people from a distance, hurriedly held the lamp, and went forward to greet him, "The servant sees the prince, the concubine Mu."
Feng Aotian nodded, and then walked forward, Jinxuan Pavilion was a different scene than Qinghui Pavilion.
As soon as he entered the courtyard, what caught his eye was a patch of crimson hibiscus, Feng Aotian took a step forward, looked at the hibiscus full of courtyards, and let out a low laugh, "Three drunk hibiscus, such a rare treasure, how can you find such a rare treasure here? see."
Lan Jingshu said slightly blessed, "It was planted by the minister himself, and now this is the second time it has bloomed."
"Well, it's not so wonderful." Feng Aotian turned his eyes and looked at Lan Jingshu. It was rare for him to have such an elegant taste. These three drunken hibiscus bloomed white flowers in the morning, pink flowers at noon, and deep red in the evening. , It is difficult to plant, he can actually cultivate and live, and it is really not easy to grow so vigorously and brightly.
Mu Hanjin looked at the hibiscus in front of him, slowly stepped forward, stood beside Feng Aotian, raised his hand, touched the hibiscus petals in front of him, and whispered, "Bing Mingyurun natural color, desolate spelled as a west wind guest . Refused to marry the east wind, attentive in frost and dew. Green window to wash the evening, laugh at the glazed cup. On the slanting sun on the dressing table, wine red and sleepy."
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Master remembers that last time, you wrote an inscription on the chrysanthemum picture. Today, I will write your inscription."
Only then did Mu Hanjin remember that when the chrysanthemum picture came, he recalled the scene at that time, Ruyu's face was covered with a layer of pink, it was really countless wood hibiscus by the water, and the rouge color was not strong. It was as if the beauty was drunk at first, and she forced her green mirror to make up.
Lan Jingshu had already ordered Jingxi to go to prepare the four treasures of the study room. He raised his eyes and looked at the two of them under the moonlight before the flowers. The warm and jade-like eyes flashed a touch of indifference. In his opinion, today's days are better than those in the past two years. It couldn't have been better.
Feng Aotian turned her eyes and met Lan Jingshu's eyes that looked at them. There was relief in those eyes, she waved her palm lightly, and Lan Jingshu's body leaned forward and fell into her arms.
She lowered her head and looked at his appearance reflected in the moonlight, the indescribable Danyue Qihua, looking at it like this, it was a bit bright.
Lan Jingshu also met her phoenix eyes that were as cold as a cold pool, but there was a bottomless light that made him shiver uncontrollably, not daring to move.
Feng Aotian smiled in a low voice, raised his hand, brushed his fingertips across his moist lips, raised his eyes and looked at Mu Hanjin, "His lips feel warmer than yours."
Mu Hanjin was stunned for a moment, and then he smiled and said, "Your Highness, are you saying that this minister's lips are cold?"
"It's clear and dry." Feng Aotian nodded, then lowered his head, and printed Lan Jingshu's lips, not like Mu Hanjin's coldness, not like Ye Meixi's delicate and beautiful, not like Xing Wuyun's smoothness, but rather like her habit The warm jade to touch is very comfortable.
Lan Jingshu had never been kissed by Feng Aotian like this before. He vaguely remembered that the first time she kissed him, it was still in that cave. She used her lips to feed herself the concoction. he…
His fan-like eyelashes were covered with a layer of water mist, and his eyes stared at her slightly squinted eyes. Now he feels that he has lost consciousness, and his body is floating...
Feng Aotian left his lips and added a little along the way, as if he was tasting it, and looked at Mu Hanjin, "Sure enough, it's different."
Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Aotian's expression and whispered, "Your Highness, are you despising this minister?"
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, "What do you think?"
"I see." Mu Hanjin said, turned around, looked at the hibiscus flower in front of him, and then looked at the four treasures of the study beside him, "My lord, let Jing Shu paint for you."
"Okay." Feng Aotian let go of Lan Jingshu, looked at him blankly, his mouth twitched, he reached out and patted his shoulder, "Han Jin, your daze problem is now transferred to him."
Mu Hanjin looked at Lan Jingshu, and he knew that some things will happen after all. How many people who entered the Prince Regent's mansion survived intact? Now, although Wang Ye is no longer the original she, how could these individuals say that they can leave when they leave.
Listening to this, Lan Jingshu hurriedly lowered his head, with a blush on his face, then turned around and walked to the four treasures of the study that Jingxi had prepared. Feng Aotian's smile appeared in all of them. She was even more handsome under the moon, which made him unable to help but want to draw her into the painting.
Feng Aotian watched him stand still, then stepped forward, stood behind him, covered his hand on the paper with one hand, and held the pen with him with the other, and then the two became so intimate. Embracing each other, Lan Jingshu seemed to have fallen into the abyss. For a while, he was at a loss. He lowered his head and looked at the slender white fingers that were holding his hand, as if he was carrying some kind of face. The magic power also involved his heart, and his hand moved with her. After a while, a hibiscus flower was rendered on the paper. Feng Aotian let go and said, "You can draw the rest."
Lan Jingshu lowered his head and looked at the hibiscus flower on the painting. Although there was only one flower, there seemed to be thousands of them looming.
Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at Mu Hanjin, lying in the rocking chair on one side, "Play a song for Master."
"Yes." Mu Hanjin replied, then looked at Jingxi, he hurriedly entered the room and took out a white jade flute.
Feng Aotian smiled softly, "You two are really inseparable."
Mu Hanjin took the white jade flute, and then turned around gracefully. The moon-white robe moved with the wind. Compared with the bright moonlight in the night sky, it was even more charming. In a blink of an eye, he was already standing under a willow tree, leaning slightly. , The moonlight is clear, and the figure is as elegant as jade, rich and handsome, revealing an extraordinary indifference.
The sound of the flute is melodious and low, and the breeze is dashing. People blow the colorful flute, and the sky is greeted by green clouds.
Feng Aotian swayed the rocking chair comfortably, the sound of the flute reverberated in his ears, the fragrance of flowers overflowed, and the song ended, Mu Hanjin moved his wrist, waved his sleeve robe lightly, and the jade flute turned, he came slowly and walked in front of Feng Aotian , half squatting, leaning on her side, "My lord, I'm done blowing."
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, opened his eyes, and saw that Lan Jingshu had finished writing, and then looked at the portrait in front of him, also startled, raised his eyes, and looked at Feng Aotian who was looking at him with interest .
He hurriedly bowed his head and said respectfully, "My lord, the minister is ready."
"Yeah." Feng Aotian replied indifferently, then got up on the rocking chair, held Mu Hanjin's hand, and walked forward unhurriedly, raised his eyes, and saw the painting in front of him, Lotus Splendid, but , but alone there is one more comfortable Anta figure.
Feng Aotian looked at the painting, looked sideways, looked at Mu Hanjin, "Added that poem."
"Yes." Mu Hanjin put Yuxiao to one side, then picked up the pen, and wrote down the poem that he had just recited, Feng Aotian lifted the pen on one side and said, "Where your heart goes, where your body goes. "
When Lan Jingshu painted, he also did it according to his own state of mind. Just now, what appeared in his mind was the picture in front of him, so he drew it. Looking at the last paragraph that Feng Aotian had dropped, a strange light flashed in his eyes. .
"After a few days, I went to Qinghui Pavilion and painted Begonia." Feng Aotian looked at Lan Jingshu, smiled, lowered his head, and stroked the corner of his lips, "During the Lianghuai period, you asked Master to give it to you. your picture."
Lan Jingshu hurriedly lowered his eyes, and felt that the weather tonight was extraordinarily hot, he slowly took a step back, "I respectfully send the prince."
Feng Aotian laughed loudly, took Mu Hanjin's hand, turned around, and left Jinxuan Pavilion.
Lan Jingshu stood in the same place like a sculpture, stunned for a long time, until a gust of cold wind blew, and he was awakened, then lowered his eyes, looked at the portrait in front of him, the person above, and the tail, raised his finger, and covered it. Putting on his lips, he hurriedly rolled up the picture scroll in front of him, then turned around and walked into the room.
Feng Aotian and Mu Hanjin walked side by side on the way back to the bedroom, "Tomorrow, you don't have to avoid the Lord, the Lord won't force you."
Mu Hanjin's heart warmed, and she knew that she knew that she didn't want her to spy on something. Thinking of this, he stopped, opened his hands, took Feng Aotian into his arms, and sucked her body deeply. Unique breath, "My lord, everything I have has been given to my lord, everything I do is for my lord, no matter what I hide, it's because I only have my lord in my heart."
Feng Aotian wrapped around his thin waist, and his chin rested on his weak shoulders. Compared to before, he was much thinner. She suddenly felt a pain in her heart, and said in a deep voice, "If you lose weight, you will be lost you."
Mu Hanjin smiled warmly, and then said, "I will not lose weight again."
The next day, as usual, Xing Wuyun rushed to the regent's palace early in the morning, strode into the bedroom, sat beside Feng Aotian, and had breakfast quietly.
Feng Aotian turned his eyes and looked at him, "Hey, did you go to the brothel last night?"
Xing Wuyun was startled, looked sideways, looked at her, "Wei Zimo's bed is uncomfortable."
"That's the best restaurant in the capital." Feng Aotian continued, "Hey, why do you always come here for breakfast, Wei Zimo is starving you."
"Wei Zimo's is very unpalatable." Xing Wuyun looked sideways and looked at Feng Aotian, feeling a little irritable. He didn't know what was going on with him. He just felt that everything from the Regent's Palace was better than Wei Zimo's, look. Come he is evil.
"Did you see anything interesting in the palace last night?" Feng Aotian looked at Xing Wuyun and said slowly.
"The lord knows it, and he asked the minister what to do." Xing Wuyun replied sullenly.
Feng Aotian looked at him like this, kicked him with one foot, but was blocked by Xing Wuyun, then raised his head and looked at her, "My lord, why are you moving your foot against the minister?"
Feng Aotian raised his hand, slapped Xing Wuyun with another palm, and said solemnly, "Master not only moves his feet, but also moves his hands."
Xing Wuyun raised his eyebrows, then got up, drank the last sip of soup, and then respectfully said, "I will retire first." After that, he turned around and left.
Feng Aotian looked at him, "Hey, what's wrong with this kid?"
"I don't know." Mu Hanjin and Lan Jingshu looked at each other and shook their heads.
Feng Aotian snorted coldly, then finished his breakfast and looked at Mu Hanjin, "What's wrong with Feng Qianning?"
"My lord, have you forgotten?" Mu Hanjin asked immediately.
"I don't remember." Feng Aotian shook his head and said, in her mind, there seems to be no such person.
"She is your imperial sister, but her biological mother is an unloved concubine, and the bedroom she lives in is relatively remote, and she rarely goes out to the bedroom. Two years ago, the late emperor wanted her to go to the state of Qi. He kissed, but the late emperor died suddenly, and she didn’t know how to get it. She suffered a serious illness and became demented. Except for an old maid and two palace maids, almost no one cared about it.” Mu Han Jin replied carefully.
Feng Aotian thought, "Why did Feng Qianning sneak into the Queen Mother's palace late at night and play tricks on the Queen Mother?"
"This, I don't know." Mu Hanjin shook his head.
"I know." Xing Wuyun, who went and returned, immediately sat beside her and said.
"Didn't you get out?" Feng Aotian looked at Xing Wuyun's gloomy face. Now, the dark clouds have dissipated and the sky has become clear. Thinking that this person has really become fast enough.
"My lord, that Princess Qian Ning should be pretending to be stupid, and she deliberately appeared in front of the minister several times, and she must have told the prince something through the minister." Xing Wuyun looked at Feng Aotian and continued, "That day, She suddenly pulled the minister, and then, the mother beside her mentioned the word queen mother, and Princess Qian Ning ran away in fright. I didn't get into it, but what happened last night made this minister feel that Princess Qian Ning seemed to know the Queen Mother's secret."
Feng Aotian looked at Xing Wuyun with a sullen face, "Now, the palace is full of the queen mother's eyeliner, and if this king goes, it will definitely attract attention. Tonight, you will bring her."
"Yes." Xing Wuyun nodded, then got up, "That minister has retired."
"Well." Feng Aotian looked at the figure of Xing Wuyun leaving, "Let's go."
Before dawn, Mu Hanyao arrived on the other side of the river, and then rectified his men and horses, looked at the topographic map, and a rare smile appeared on the corners of his mouth, "Well, yes, along this road, within three days, you will be able to to the southwest."
Leng Peihan stood aside and handed the water to Mu Hanyao, "Brother Hanyao, drink some water."
Mu Hanyao looked at Leng Peihan, waved his hand, and then looked at Li Su, "Let's rest for an hour before we set off. Is there any soldier feeling unwell during this period?"
"No." Li Su shook his head and said with a smile, "The medicines given by the regent are really powerful, and no one has a seasickness reaction."
Mu Hanyao thought that she could be thousands of miles away, and that she could win thousands of miles away. He explored the situation here and made a plan. Thinking of the situation in the Lianghuai period, he turned his eyes and looked at the soldiers in front of him. , After a night of sinking ships, everyone was still full of energy, not the slightest tired, and the smile in the corner of his eyes was deep.
Li Su looked at Mu Hanyao in front of him, and smiled again, "General, the last will go to prepare first."
"Yeah." Mu Hanyao nodded and continued to look at the map.
Leng Peihan stood aside, looking at Mu Hanyao's expression, thinking that whenever the Prince Regent was mentioned, his demeanor would change. Her eyes flashed with a gloomy look, thinking of what Brother Han Jin had said, Does she really want to give up? However, she really didn't want to.
Mu Hanyao looked sideways, looked at Leng Peihan, and asked in a low voice, "Can you hold on?"
"Yeah." Leng Peihan nodded, and then asked in a low voice, "Brother Han Yao, you know my personality, and you never make excuses. Can I ask you a few things?"
"Well, you can ask." Mu Hanyao nodded.
"In brother Han Yao's heart, have you ever liked me?" Although Leng Peihan was a little shy, he asked in a low voice without half-dead twist.
"I always treat you as a little sister." Mu Hanyao replied unabashedly.
"What about Brother Hanyao and the Prince Regent?"
"She is the monarch, I am the minister, the monarch, the minister, the minister, that's all." Mu Hanyao looked at Leng Peihan and said in a deep voice.
Leng Peihan stared at Mu Hanyao and couldn't help sighing, "I'm just a little unwilling, I feel like I've always liked Brother Hanyao, and I haven't had time to see you all these years. Now, I just want to ask clearly in person. , In this case, it can also break my thoughts, since brother Han Yao has no intention of me, then, how about I become brother Han Yao's sister in the future?"
Mu Hanyao stretched out his hand and touched her head, "You were originally my sister."
Although Leng Peihan is sad, he is not a sloppy temperament, but he has this knot in his heart and has been entangled.
"Brother Hanyao, however, I still want to follow you to the southwest. Although I am a woman, I also want to go into battle and kill the enemy like my brother and brother Hanyao, instead of being locked in a boudoir all day and doing something delicate and pretentious. things." Leng Peihan looked at Mu Hanyao and said loudly.
Mu Hanyao looked at Leng Peihan and smiled softly, "Ah, just like your brother."
"That's right." Leng Peihan smiled brightly, "However, brother Han Yao, that Prince Regent is really not easy, and now Feng Kingdom is full of holes, I didn't expect her to have such a means, I'm right. She admires her very much, although, I used to really hate her."
Mu Hanyao looked at Leng Peihan, thinking that a woman could say such a thing about her, so what about him
After a little rectification, Mu Hanyao led his troops to the southwest.
Feng Ao went to the palace in the morning and did not return to the palace, but went to Wei Zimo's place. Since he said he was going to rob, he had to be prepared. Thinking that the last time we met, it was late at night, but I really didn't see it clearly. Wei Zimo's appearance.
Mu Hanjin and Lan Jingshu went to the Inspectorate for business as usual, and then returned to the palace to review the memorial.
"Is the matter of the imperial examinations settled now?" Lan Jingshu asked while sitting on the carriage, looking at the letter in his hand.
"It's still not enough." Mu Hanjin shook his head.
Lan Jingshu looked at him, "Could it be that you really want a woman to become an official in the court?"
"What the lord means." Mu Hanjin looked at Lan Jingshu, "If you really let a woman become an official in the court, it is estimated that there will be some changes."
"Of course." Lan Jingshu frowned slightly, "First of all, I feel uncomfortable."
"What's wrong?" Mu Hanjin raised his eyebrows, looked at him, and asked in a low voice.
"Women are supposed to be at home with husbands and children, gentle and sweet people are right." Lan Jingshu smiled lightly.
"Then what kind of woman do you think is suitable for the court?" Mu Hanjin raised his eyes, looked at Lan Jingshu, and asked warmly.
Lan Jingshu followed Mu Hanjin's words and remembered that Feng Aotian was dressed in women's clothes when he was in Lianghuai. He was bright and moving, stunningly beautiful, and charming with a cold temperament, which made people look at it from a distance and wanted to surrender. The illusion under her feet, if such a woman became an official in the court, he would definitely be willing.
"What are you thinking about?" Mu Hanjin looked at Lan Jingshu in a daze, remembered what Feng Aotian said last night, and then chuckled, "How can you learn to be dazed now?"
"It's nothing, I just think of the situation when the prince was wearing women's clothes during the Lianghuai period." Lan Jingshu looked at Mu Hanjin, a touch of unnaturalness flashed across his warm and jade-like face.
Mu Hanjin was stunned for a moment, then looked at him, "Your Highness wears women's clothes? Why?"
"Investigate the case." Lan Jingshu said, "Your eldest brother and Ye Meixi also saw it."
"I'd like to see it." Mu Hanjin asked with interest, "How does the prince look like a man dressed as a woman?"
Lan Jingshu looked at him, "When the prince wears it, you can see for yourself."
"Do you think there will be opportunities like this?" Mu Hanjin said regretfully.
"I can only say that if a woman becomes an official in the court, it should be the case." Lan Jingshu gave the most pertinent evaluation.
Mu Hanjin raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at Lan Jingshu, "I will draw it back later and show it to me."
Lan Jingshu was stunned for a moment, "Draw it down? I don't care about this little life."
"Just don't let the lord see it." Mu Hanjin looked at Lan Jingshu, "It's hard for me to imagine what the lord would look like in women's clothes, but unfortunately, I didn't go."
Looking at Mu Hanjin's expression, Lan Jingshu thought that he was really stuck. Now, even if the prince sneezed, he would probably find the sound very pleasant.
"It's up to you." Lan Jingshu replied helplessly, but for some reason, he also wanted to draw it in his heart.
Mu Hanjin looked at Lan Jingshu, and was about to say thank you, when he felt a pain in his heart, he quickly turned around, pulled out the silk handkerchief, and put it on his mouth, there was a pool of scarlet dyed white silk handkerchief.
Lan Jingshu looked forward and saw the shocking red color on the silk handkerchief, and couldn't help but startled, "What's wrong with you?"
"It's okay, it's just that I just resumed my martial arts, and I just vomited blood." Mu Hanjin quickly put away the silk handkerchief, looked at Lan Jingshu, and said lightly.
"You can't lie to me." Lan Jingshu looked at him, "You always bury your own suffering in your heart, and this temperament really makes people love and hate."
Mu Hanjin looked at Lan Jingshu and patted him weakly on the shoulder, "I only have the prince in my heart, so forget it."
Lan Jing Shuben wanted to wave his hand away, but seeing his haggard appearance, he raised his hand, "You, lie down and talk about it later."
"Yeah." Mu Hanjin nodded slightly, then lay in the carriage, raised his wrist, and saw that the red line in his palm had grown longer, and he quickly covered it with his sleeve.
Lan Jingshu looked at him and shook his head helplessly, not knowing what to say.
Feng Aotian also sensed that Mu Hanjin vomited blood again, his eyes flashed with helplessness, thinking that he didn't want her to see his current appearance, so he simply didn't look into it any further, and in a blink of an eye, he arrived. At the restaurant, the restaurant is still empty. Compared with the bustling crowd of guests in the past, it is simply unbearable to look at them now.
The shopkeeper raised his eyes to see the person coming, and hurriedly stepped forward to greet him, daring not to be slighted, "Caomin sees the prince."
"Well, what about your master?" Feng Aotian asked immediately.
"Upstairs." The shopkeeper replied, then turned sideways and guided Feng Aotian upstairs.
"My lord, please!" The shopkeeper stood at the door, pushed open the door, and motioned for Feng Aotian to enter.
Feng Aotian stepped inside, and saw a red enchanting figure sitting under the bead curtain, raised his eyes and looked at her, "My lord, why are you here this time?"
Feng Aotian looked at this person, and was really arrogant. Seeing that she didn't have any rules, and, directly asking her intentions, she put away the folding fan in her hand, supported the table with one hand and her chin with the other, through the beads Curtain, looking at Wei Zimo inside the bead curtain.
This red body is a bit more ethereal than Ye Meixi's. She really can't see her face through the veil. However, her eyes, although enchanting, are icy cold. She still likes Ye Meixi's charming and enchanting look. , Thinking like this, I suddenly miss Ye Meixi very much, and I don't know how he is now.
Ye Meixi was lying on the soft couch bored, staring at the portrait of Feng Aotian that he had painted himself in a daze. Suddenly, his nose felt itchy and he sneezed. He turned around, and then pressed the painting on his own. Under him, he stroked Feng Aotian's face, "Master, are you thinking about Meixi?"
Wei Zimo looked at Feng Aotian and was clearly looking at himself, but why did those eyes seem to be thinking of others? His eyes flashed with displeasure.
Feng Aotian sighed faintly, then retracted his thoughts and looked at Wei Zimo, "Do you want me to tell the truth or lie?"
"What is the lie?" Wei Zimo looked at her through the beaded curtain, thinking about coming to see him, could there be so many reasons
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, and then said, "Master has taken a fancy to you."
The cinnabar between Wei Zimo's eyebrows flashed an enchanting brilliance, and a cold gaze shot straight out of the beaded curtain. Feng Aotian still smiled slightly, and met that gaze, "You told the master to tell lies."
"What about the truth?" Wei Zimo took a deep breath, his tone was still pleasant, melodious and melodious, but there was a hint of anger.
"This is the truth..." Feng Aotian dragged a long voice, then flashed, and the bead curtain made a clear voice, she had already entered the bead curtain, stood in front of Wei Zimo, stretched out her hand...
Wei Zimo's figure spun lightly, then landed ten steps away from her, with her back to her, "Your Highness, please respect yourself."
"Master has always been like this to beautiful women." Feng Aotian put his arms around his chest, thinking that the person in front of him was extremely skilled in martial arts, the enchanting figure standing in front of her with his back turned to her, with a very good figure, just saw that pair Eyes, very beautiful and moving, revealing seven points of enchantment, three points of coldness, excellent, the skin can be broken, excellent, although I can't see the cover of the face, I can still say for sure, this person's body. Looks great.
"If there is nothing wrong with your lord, please come back." Wei Zimo said, and flew away.
Feng Aotian hurried up and followed him, Wei Zimo immediately entered the house in the backyard, the doors and windows were also closed, Feng Aotian stood outside the door, leaning against the door, "The truth of the Lord has not been finished. ."
"Let's talk then." Wei Zimo's voice came from inside the house, still lukewarm.
Feng Aotian raised his voice and replied, "The truth is, Lord wants to fuck you."
Wei Zimo sat in front of the table, the corners of his mouth under the veil were slightly hooked, and there was a sullen look in his eyes.
Feng Aotian didn't speak, then turned around and left.
After waiting for Feng Aotian to leave, Wei Zimo asked coldly, "How much industry is left now?"
"From yesterday to today, another 10% was taken back by the regent." The shopkeeper replied quickly.
"Good trick." Wei Zimo sneered, "It seems that His Highness has raised a bunch of trash."
"Damn it," the shopkeeper hurriedly knelt down and said in a low voice.
Wei Zimo poured a cup of tea and drank it slowly, stroking the cup with his fingers like white jade, and then said, "Send a master to watch, if it is taken back again, I will grab it back for His Highness."
"Yes." The shopkeeper responded quickly, then backed out.
Wei Zimo put down the cup in his hand, then turned around and walked into the inner hall, and the cup that was on it had already turned into a lump of powder.
Mu Hanjin and Lan Jingshu sat on the carriage and turned another street to return to the palace.
"How is your body?" Lan Jingshu asked worriedly.
"It's much better." Mu Hanjin was now waiting to return to the palace to adjust his breath and luck.
Suddenly, a black shadow fell, and the fierce palm wind slashed at the carriage. Mu Hanjin realized that something was wrong, and rushed out of the carriage with Lan Jingshu, and then the two fell to the ground, and the carriage had been shattered.
He raised his eyes and looked at the black shadow in front of him, and his eyes suddenly shot a stern look, and looked at Lan Jingshu, "You hurry back to the palace."
"Who is he?" Lan Jingshu looked at the person in front of him, his martial arts must be very high, he looked at Mu Hanjin worriedly.
"I don't know." Mu Hanjin shook his head and said. He sent someone to inquire about his whereabouts, but found nothing. Unexpectedly, he now met him again.
Lan Jingshu also found it strange, looked at the person in front of him, and then looked at Mu Hanjin, "You have to be careful."
"Yeah." Mu Hanjin nodded.
Lan Jingshu got up from the ground and turned to leave, but heard a cold and stern voice, "Don't even want to leave."
Then, the black shadow in front of him flew, his palms condensed inner strength, and called to Mu Hanjin and Lan Jingshu.
Mu Hanjin quickly pushed Lan Jingshu away, then raised his palm, about to take the palm, but saw a figure fall, took him into his arms, and then avoided the palm.
He raised his eyes and looked at the person in front of him, his eyes flashed a touch of tenderness, "Your Highness..."
Feng Aotian looked at him, then pushed him into Lan Jingshu's arms, "Let's watch him."
"Yes." Lan Jingshu replied, then supported Mu Hanjin to the side.
Feng Aotian flew up and met the ghostly masked man. The two of them held each other's hands. Then they heard a "roar", and the two immediately fell.
"Who the hell are you?" Feng Aotian fell to the ground lightly, and his eyes flashed coldly.
The man wearing the ghost mask shot a gloomy look, stared at Feng Aotian, then slapped Feng Aotian with a palm, then turned and left.
Feng Aotian took the palm wind with one palm, then waved it out, turned around, and looked at Lan Jingshu and Mu Hanjin, "Are you two okay?"
"It's okay." Mu Hanjin smiled lightly, then looked at Feng Aotian, "Your Highness, are you alright?"
"He can't go to the Lord." Feng Aotian stretched out his hand and took Mu Hanjin into his arms, holding Lan Jingshu in one hand, and the three flew to the regent's palace.
Feng Aotian carried Mu Hanjin into the bedroom, put him on the soft couch, lowered his head, and saw that the red line on his wrist was longer than the last time he saw it, his eyes flashed coldly, as if he noticed What happened, but still held back and didn't say it.
She turned her eyes and looked at Lan Jingshu, "Come here."
"Yes." Lan Jingshu looked at Feng Aotian's gloomy expression, and seemed to have returned to his usual coldness. He habitually raised a trace of fear, and then walked forward with his head lowered.
Feng Aotian watched him walk slowly, then stretched out his hand and dragged him into his arms, raised his left arm, only to hear a crisp sound, before Lan Jingshu could make a sound, Feng Aotian Put him on the soft couch, "I dislocated my arm, and I still bear it. Can't you see it as a master?"
Lan Jingshu was stunned for a moment, then frowned, he was only worried about Mu Hanjin just now, and he really forgot that his arm had been dislocated, but she actually... Thinking of this, there was a trace of warmth in her heart.
Feng Aotian looked at the two in front of him, thinking about who the man with the ghost mask was, why he attacked her people over and over again, and then looked at Mu Hanjin, "In the future, when you vomit blood, give it to the Lord. Stay in the palace safely, or follow the Lord."
"Yes." Mu Hanjin nodded, then got up, sat cross-legged, and began to heal his injuries.
Feng Aotian turned his eyes and looked at Eunuch Feng beside him, "Add more people, if you put that ghostly man in, be careful that you will be broken."
"Yes." Eunuch Feng knew that the prince was in a fit of anger and responded quickly.
After Xing Wuyun went to the palace, he heard that the queen mother's palace was very quiet, and the queen mother was in the palace all day. I heard that her entire face was swollen, and I was afraid that she would not be able to leave the palace for ten days and a half.
As the Queen Mother's younger brother, he naturally wanted to visit. Therefore, he went to the Queen Mother's palace, but was blasted out by the Queen Mother. Xing Wuyun felt that he was really shameless as a younger brother. More happy, the wine man no longer let him clean the jar, but let him stand in the courtyard for a whole day.