"Lie on the couch." Feng Aotian said coldly as he walked slowly to the couch.
Mu Hanyao clenched his fists tightly, closed his eyes, and suppressed the strong sense of humiliation in his heart. Lying on the bed, he could clearly feel Feng Aotian standing proudly beside the bed, looking at him with the eyes of admiring the prey. .
The corners of Feng Aotian's mouth were slightly slanted, and an embroidery needle was already twisted between her fingers. She rolled up her sleeve robe, and the needle tip pierced Mu Hanyao's left shoulder, and she saw a drop of blood overflowing from the bronze-colored skin.
Mu Hanyao's face was expressionless, and he didn't have any reaction. He didn't know what Feng Aotian was going to do. He only felt the tingling of needles coming from his left shoulder, but he couldn't hide the shame in his heart.
Feng Aotian stared at him in an unsatisfactory manner, stabbed needles down from the left shoulder slowly, blood flowing quietly, the tent was silent, not even a breath was heard, a faint The smell of blood filled the tent.
Mu Hanyao's forehead was soaked with a thin layer of sweat, and his body was tense and stiff. Feng Aotian could feel the strength and determination in his bones, as well as the arrogance of being a commander. Could it be her The design made him fall into a desperate situation, how could he lie on this bed so willingly and let her do whatever she wants.
After a while, Feng Aotian put away the embroidery needle, took out the embroidery handkerchief in his arms, wiped off the blood where the needle was pierced, and looked at the masterpiece that stretched from the left shoulder to the chest with satisfaction, and took Mu Hanyao's forehead along with him. He wiped away the sweat from the top, and said in a light tone, "It's alright."
Mu Hanyao listened to Feng Aotian's voice, and seemed to feel that a lifetime had passed. He slowly opened his eyes and met Feng Aotian's cold phoenix eyes without saying a word.
Feng Aotian raised his palm, sucked the bronze mirror on the dressing table not far away into his palm, and then shone on his chest, "In the future, you will be this king's person, you must always remember that if you dare to betray this king, you will end up. It's not what you can imagine."
The intimidation in his tone made Mu Hanyao's eyes dim. He followed the bronze mirror and saw the word "天" engraved on his left chest. His eyebrows moved involuntarily. He was engraved by her as belonging to him. Her seal of Feng Aotian? He couldn't help but sneer in his heart, Mu Hanyao, Mu Hanyao, didn't expect you to fall into such a situation.
Seeing that Mu Hanyao was unmoved, Feng Aotian didn't say any more. With a wave of his hand, the bronze mirror was safely placed in its place. Immediately, he put the Jin quilt on Mu Hanyao's body, raised his finger, and placed it on his side. With a light tap on his forehead, "Go to sleep, tomorrow won't be as easy as tonight."
Mu Hanyao was caught off guard, when Feng Aotian tapped her on the forehead so intimately, and watched her stand up and left with her back to him. He lowered his head, looked at the quilt that was covered, and spread out his palm, which was already soaked. He sweated, and a certain place in his heart suddenly trembled. He sighed deeply. From childhood to adulthood, even in the front line of life and death, he has never been so nervous. The seal, his deep pupils flashed a dim light, closed his eyes, and his face was as usual.
Feng Aotian walked outside the screen, walked out of the tent, and saw Tsing Yi who seemed to have a weak breath not far away. She stepped forward and walked in front of him.
Tsing Yi raised his eyes, his eyes flickered, and he saw Feng Aotian looking down at him coldly, those cold eyes made him shudder, he opened his mouth quickly, and a hoarse and broken voice sounded, "I have seen the regent."
Feng Aotian's eyes turned cold, "Did you put the poison on this king's body?"
Tsing Yi's eyes dimmed, and his heart was dying, "It's a slave."
"This king has a grudge against you." There was affirmation in his tone, not a question, but a statement.
"The hatred of the sect." Tsing Yi is also a person with a clear mind, knowing that his death is coming, and there is nothing to hide.
"The person behind you, this king will not ask you, and even if you ask, you will not open your mouth. Now this king will give you two paths, one is life and the other is death." Feng Aotian is not a kind person, but , She knew even more that even killing him would only add another life, and she never did anything useless.
Without waiting for Tsing Yi's response, she continued, "The only way to survive is to stay by this king's side, let me send you, this king will give you a three-year period, at that time, this king will give you a chance to seek revenge from this king; Yes, this king has never tasted the taste of human jerky, and it just so happens that I can try it with you."
At this time, in the barracks, apart from the patrolling and guarding soldiers, Mu Hanyao, who was dozing in the tent, Sixi and the rest of the eunuchs who were waiting outside the tent, all heard what Feng Aotian said clearly. , Everyone trembled, thinking that this prince regent is really cruel and inhumane? Thanks to her for figuring it out.
Tsing Yi raised his eyebrows, alive, he still has a chance to take revenge, and if he is dead, there is no chance for revenge.
He raised his eyes, his dark eyes filled with determination, "Slave chooses the way of life."
"Sixi, wash the pungent powdery smell on his body to this king. In the future, don't let this king smell it again." Feng Aotian turned around in awe and said coldly.
Si Xi responded quickly, and immediately welcomed Feng Aotian into the account.
"Prepare bath soup, this king is exhausted."
"Yes." Si Xi glanced at Tsing Yi, and ordered two eunuchs to lift Tsing Yi up and carry it back to Tsing Yi's tent, and then carried the already prepared bath soup into the tent.
After Feng Aotian took a bath, her silky black hair was draped behind her back, and she was lazily tied with only a cloud brocade hairband. She was dressed in purple brocade uniform. With a little softness added, because of the loose uniforms, Feng Aotian did not tie his chest, and his slender figure shrouded in the brocade clothes, which was very delicate and charming.
She went straight to the bed, and when she saw Mu Hanyao lying on the outside of the bed, a sly light flashed in her eyes. If she didn't sleep with him, wouldn't she be exposing the illusion that she liked male sex
She pushed Mu Hanyao lightly and lay down beside him. Since childhood, she has lived with the wolves. Later, she was taken away from the wolves by the man, and she lived alone. She has never liked to be in contact with people, to be in contact with others, and she would never sleep in the same bed with strangers, but now, she only traveled to this other world for two days, and lay down with a strange man, Feng Feng. Ao Tian smiled coldly. Today, she is no longer the shadow of others, but the king of a country who dominates the fate of Feng Kingdom. She must adapt to such a life.
Thinking of this, he no longer tangled, and he closed his eyes as if the person beside him was air, and fell asleep peacefully.
Mu Hanyao felt the even breathing coming from his side, and suddenly opened his eyes, his dark pupils stared coldly at Feng Aotian's profile, her lips were slightly pursed, her eyebrows were slightly curved, not like Su Ri's addicted The blood was ferocious, and the faint candlelight pierced through the gauze and hit her cold and handsome face, but it added a little softness, and there was a faint halo all over her body.
He was stunned for a moment, and his thoughts were full of thoughts. Those cold and silky fingers had already covered his dark and dark eyes, and a lazy voice sounded, "Why are you still not sleeping? Do you want this king to do something to you? ?"
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Hehe... The female protagonist of the Watan family is not plain and domineering with a bit of wretchedness, ooh...