Eunuch Feng waved his whisk lightly, glanced at Ye Meixi who was frozen in the hot spring pool, snorted coldly in his heart, and followed Feng Aotian to Mu Hanjin's Qinghui Pavilion.
Qinghui Pavilion is a new courtyard specially built by Feng Aotian for Mu Hanjin. Green pines; more than a dozen pots of autumn chrysanthemums under the south eaves, budding; connected to the backyard wall suddenly opened a gap, a clear spring, poured into the wall, went around the edge of the house to the front yard, circled under the bamboo, and the whole courtyard was full of Elegant and elegant.
At this time, Lan Jingshu and Mu Hanjin were playing the flute alone and painting alone. Now, they are like canaries locked in a cage, except to pass the time with these poems and songs to comfort them With a withered heart, you can only feel that there is still a trace of nostalgia and value in this world.
When Feng Aotian arrived, he stopped the eunuch guarding the courtyard from going to report, but followed the faint and quiet sound of the flute all the way to the east.
Bamboos move with the wind. Mu Hanjin is dressed in snow-white silk and satin, with a long white silk sash tied around his waist, and a piece of suet white jade on top. The outer cover is soft smoke and light gauze, and his black hair is tied with a white brocade. Sideburns, slender and gentle eyes, a straight nose, jade-like fingers holding a white jade flute, the breeze blows, the flute is low and full of melancholy, just like his elegant and dust-free temperament, without a trace impurities.
Under Qing Song, Lan Jingshu was dressed in a light blue brocade robe, with a gentle and elegant temperament, holding a paintbrush in his hand, depicting the scene in front of him, and every time he moved, he was as quiet as Qing Song behind him.
Feng Aotian stepped forward and walked quietly to Lan Jingshu's side, admiring his painting.
The sound of the flute stopped, he had just finished his pen, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, admiring his paintings, he was about to raise his eyes, and looked at Mu Hanjin under the bamboo shadow in the east, when he turned his eyes, he saw Feng Ao Tian was concentratingly admiring the painting in his hand.
He was stunned for a moment, and the calm posture just now no longer existed. He hurriedly knelt on the ground. Before his knees touched the ground, his arms were gently pulled by Feng Aotian. With cold eyes, his mind sank, now he is neither kneeling nor standing, so he can only bow and kneel, "Wei Chen has seen the prince."
"Get up." Feng Aotian let go of his arm, and then his eyes fell on the picture of Qiu Ju in front of him.
"Thank you, Lord." Lan Jingshu was obviously a little nervous, thinking that in the past, the regent never came to their courtyard during the day, and every time he favored them, he was sent to her bedroom at night, and I just returned to the house today. , why did you come to Qinghui Pavilion? It really puzzled him.
Mu Hanjin put away the jade flute and stepped forward. Only then did he see Feng Aotian standing with his hands behind his back and Qing Song. His elegant face flashed with disgust and hatred, returning to his usual coldness and moving forward slowly. "Weichen see the prince."
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Mu Hanjin, his flute sound was too sad just now, it seemed to be telling endless sorrow, and there was a faint sadness.
He is indeed extremely handsome, especially his weak temperament, calm and unhurried, but with a bit of stubbornness and a bit of arrogance, he really has the capital to make Feng Aotian worry about him.
"Come here." Feng Aotian said in a cool tone. Such an elegant person naturally needs to be properly trained. However, a person who is so arrogant and arrogant, but has a very low view of fame, wealth and wealth, is imprisoned. With the regent's palace, he has been humiliated, and he is afraid that the former Feng Aotian has become a thorn in his heart, and he will never be able to remove it.
However, she didn't want to pull out the thorn. Not only could she not pull it out, she had to stab deeper and deeper, so that the thorn would become a knife that was loyal to her and stuck in his heart. However, looking at his The appearance, the eyebrows and the eyes are somewhat similar to Mu Hanyao, both of which are the kind of temperament that would rather bend than bend, but unfortunately, because of this, she is controlled by her.
Mu Hanjin had a conditioned reflex against Feng Aotian's touch. He remembered that every time he was tortured by her, he would always grit his teeth and endure it silently. In his heart, every time, he would be tortured by her and couldn't get out of bed. He would only be able to recover some strength by lying in bed for five days.
He reluctantly, with a light expression on his face, concealed the disgust in his heart, and moved forward step by step until he was in front of Feng Aotian, but he was pulled into his arms by her unexpectedly. There was a touch of tenderness in her eyebrows. He couldn't understand the soft light, the corner of his mouth was slightly raised, and he said in a low voice, "Master came here after listening to your xiao sound, but your xiao sound is full of deep sorrow, is it because you miss you?"
Mu Hanjin was a little stunned, and the first thought in his mind was, what is this Prince Regent doing? In the past, she would never tease him like this, let alone say such frivolous words. When did she say something that was not extremely ugly, rude and vulgar
Feng Aotian of course knew the vulgarity of the predecessor. In her eyes, except for the late emperor, other men were sexual abuse playthings to her. Get so much joy and happiness.
Feng Aotian couldn't erase the perverted behavior of her predecessor, but she could add more color to this perverted behavior. For example, the Mu Hanjin in front of her should not be too violent towards him.
Her hand was pinching on Mu Hanjin's waist. Compared to Ye Meixi's soft and boneless waist, his waist was relatively soft, but it still felt very good. The cold fingers were separated by the brocade fabric. , wandering on his body, drawing a little numbness, her red lips were already touching his ear, and she sprayed a touch of pink on his white and tender earlobe, which was very tempting, "Why don't you answer the words of the master?"
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