In the dead of night, the Prince Regent's mansion was still so dead, but the attic was brightly lit, waiting for the Prince Regent's call at any time.
Ye Meixi's icy body finally regained its warmth. She climbed out of the hot spring pool and put on her clothes one by one. She was still soaking wet, her thin shirt was sticking to her body, and her ink hair was sticky. On his face, he walked out of the warm pavilion quietly, raised his eyes, looked at the moonlit night sky, the bright palace lanterns shone on his delicate and enchanting figure wrapped in light clothes, his eyebrows and eyes were full of charm, still the same. He was very elegant, waved his sleeves, his beautiful eyes flowed, looking at the majestic and beautiful bedroom not far away, the lights were bright, his red lips were slightly curled, and his slender fingers brushed away the hair stuck to his forehead, showing a variety of styles. He turned around and walked towards his courtyard.
In the study room of the bedroom, an incense burner has been lit, which is the best ambergris, and the Kowloon lantern is very bright, revealing an unparalleled dignity.
Feng Aotian took the memorials that Mu Hanjin had already annotated in his hand, and read them one by one.
Eunuch Feng was obviously in a hurry outside the palace. His master had never eaten since he returned to Beijing. Now, it's already a child, and the study is unusually quiet. If you think about it, the prince may have guessed some mystery. , Therefore, he has become so motivated that he is actually reviewing memorials.
Thinking of this, Eunuch Feng was also very happy. He couldn't bear to disturb, but he also felt sorry for the master's body. In the end, he couldn't hold back and whispered, "Master, you haven't eaten for a day, this night is still long, You can't hurt yourself."
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and glanced at Mu Hanjin in front of him. He was wearing a long snow-white coat, his hair was like ink and he was like jade. People are like jade, and the son is unparalleled." The true artistic conception of this poem, the flickering candlelight, reflected on his elegant face, made him even more luxurious and elegant, like a fine guqin, elegant with a melodious rhythm.
Mu Hanjin read the memorials attentively, and carefully annotated them one by one. He didn't know why he looked at these memorials so obediently, but he did as he did, feeling that a pair of cold eyes were watching him, and he raised his head. His eyes just met Feng Aotian's cold eyes looking at him, he lowered his eyes indifferently, panicked in his heart, this was something he had never imagined, one day, he would be able to sit cross-legged with her, and, just so quietly. sit.
"Stretch out your hand." Feng Aotian stared at Mu Hanjin for a while, and then said in a deep voice.
Mu Hanjin's hand holding the pen paused slightly, then put down the red pen and stretched out his hand.
Feng Aotian raised his hand, holding his slightly cold hand with one hand, and lightly pinching each of his fingers with the other.
Mu Hanjin was obviously stunned, and the scene where she committed herself to take off his shoes just now appeared in his mind, and at this moment, he raised his eyes and looked at her. The neglected noble Hua Ran, thin lips slightly pursed, slender fingers, gently kneaded the fingers he was holding, without pinching, as if an ant had crawled over his already weak heart, it was extremely itchy, he seemed She was frightened, her arms shrank, and she pulled out her hand, but she was holding it tightly.
"Eunuch Feng, set up the meal." Feng Aotian gently held Mu Hanjin's cool hand, "Dine with you."
Eunuch Feng, who was outside the palace, was overjoyed and hurriedly responded, and immediately ordered someone to bring the prepared dinner into the palace.
Feng Ao put down the soft couch, held Mu Hanjin's hand, and the two walked out of the study. Along the way, he raised his eyes and stared at her back. He couldn't tell how weird it was. The regent's behavior today was too weird. Make him really at a loss, what is she calculating? Is it because the violence is tired of playing, and now it is replaced by tenderness
With an uneasy mind, Mu Hanjin lowered his eyes and stared at the hand she was holding. The coldness of his fingertips penetrated directly into his dead heart, but the coolness passed by, unexpectedly. The unexpected change caught him off guard, so he quickly gathered his mind and followed her forward.
Feng Aotian held his hand, and the two sat at the table, looking at the dishes on the table. They didn't feel anything before. Now, looking at the delicious food on the table, he was really hungry. He picked up his chopsticks and looked at it. Mu Hanjin glanced at him, "Eat more, you won't have time tonight."
Mu Hanjin said in a low voice, "Yes." He picked up the chopsticks and went to eat by himself.
Due to the habit of Feng Aotian, he eats very fast, so the blink of an eye is over, he raised his eyes to see that Mu Hanjin was still eating, and did not urge him, but got up, "Go out, Lord. One trip, after using it later, I will continue to annotate the memorial and wait for the master to come back."
Mu Hanjin had put down the tableware and was about to salute when he saw that Feng Aotian had turned and left.
He looked at her disappearing figure in a hurry, turned his eyes, and looked at the tableware and chopsticks in front of him. In the past, she had never had such a peaceful meal with him. Thinking of what happened today, he raised his eyes, this was him It was the first time he carefully looked at the palace, apart from the terrifying tool rack, what else did he seem to see
He was a little unsure, was this really the place he hated so much? Yunyou turned around and looked at the study where the lights were still on. He curled up the fingers that she had been holding just now, and walked towards the study.
Feng Aotian walked leisurely into the corridor, Eunuch Feng followed closely behind him, looking at the master in front of him, he was arrogant and noble, and his eyebrows were even more condensed with the aura of an emperor.
He asked in a low voice, "My lord, where are you going?"
"Leng Qianye still looks like a dead body these days when the lord is away?" Feng Aotian certainly remembered the general Leng who was always in the heart of the border generals, and now, Leng Qianye, who was imprisoned by her in the dungeon.
"Well, very honest." Eunuch Feng was obviously a little puzzled. Back then, when Leng Qianye was recalled from the border, he was imprisoned in the palace dungeon. When the prince was upset, he would go to the dungeon to take Leng Qianye to vent. However, today, the prince is not in a bad mood, why did he suddenly think of him
"Where's Ye Meixi?" Feng Aotian asked immediately.
"Go back to the Red Feather Pavilion." Eunuch Feng thought that the night Meixi was just a sleight of hand, embroidered pillows were a bag of grass, and could not be used. The king killed.
"Go to the dungeon with you." Feng Aotian said as he walked towards the dungeon.
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