Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "What do you want to tell me?"
Leng Qianye just looked at her quietly, without saying a word. He couldn't say anything too sensational. Now, he just wanted to look at her like this and remember all her expressions in his mind, whether it was cold-blooded and ruthless, Still tender.
Feng Aotian always had a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth, looking at him, "Have you seen enough?"
"No." Leng Qianye shook his head and replied softly.
Feng Aotian raised his hands, covered his cheeks, and leaned forward. The face that was so close at hand, his eyes met, but it was infinitely nostalgic.
I have to say, if Leng Qianye doesn't speak, if he doesn't wear a battle robe, like this lavender robe, his handsome face, extraordinary temperament, especially those eyes that are as cold as jade, even more so. It is indifferent to the world, such a man, wherever he is placed, is a beautiful scenery, he can have the most beautiful things in the world, and beauties and family members are surrounded by him, but he is unlucky. On the battlefield, his hands were stained with blood, but he put away his own edge and was willing to fall in love with her. He took this step, abandoned the eyes of the world, and subverted the law of male superiority and inferiority, just for her.
Feng Aotian smiled and looked at all his expressions. She admitted that she was a hard-hearted person. When she approached them, she had her own purpose and calculation. She stood in the highest position of power. She wants to look down on the world, she wants to take all the beautiful things into her own hands, she wants everyone to submit to her, and she wants to be in her position. As a tyrant, even if the man has three thousand beauties, What's wrong with her
However, in this competition, she also learned to grow, what it means to treat each other with sincerity, and learned the warmth and warmth of human affection. She is no longer the shadow of others, no longer a wandering soul. They comfort each other's lonely wandering. Her heart, she is cold by nature, but now, she feels what is called warmth.
She looked at him and said softly, "In your heart, you are all equally important."
Leng Qianye burst into a smile like a spring breeze, like a thousand-year-old snow mountain melting at this moment, it turned out to be so dazzling and flawless.
He took her into his arms, an emperor, a strong man, she could have their bodies, but she still cared about their hearts, how could she let him not love, love, and love each other deeply
Leng Qianye never knew what it was. After all these years of ups and downs, he has forgotten what love is and what love is. She gave him fatal destruction, but she gave him fatal love, but he was powerless to resist, only To be able to follow his own heart and give his heart to him, he knows that he is completely finished, just because she is in his arms, and only she can warm his dry heart, without any impurities.
Their intersection began in revenge. At that time, he hated her very much. However, everything that happened later made his heart fall with her until it was inextricable. He also hated her. Passed, resented, struggled in pain, but still approached her without turning back, now, he is more sure of his heart, he is glad that he did not back down at the end, glad that she pulled him in time and gave him a hug.
There was a smile in Leng Qianye's brows. He just hugged her tightly. At this moment, his whole body seemed to be exuding a kind of light called (forbidden words) the depth of love, shrouding them, not for a long time. Willing to go away.
Eunuch Cat walked in with the decoction, raised his eyes, and saw Leng Qianye's smile that seemed like a spring breeze and rain, the corner of his mouth twitched, such a smile is unique to him, how can a person who doesn't like to laugh have such a smile How can you not be fascinated by your smile
Feng Aotian leaned against Leng Qianye's arms and could feel his beating heart, she chuckled softly, "Do you plan to hold it like this, not let go?"
"Don't let go." Leng Qianye's tone was firm, his eyes were lowered, and he said without anyone else.
Feng Aotian raised his voice and smiled, "Master is going to drink medicine."
Leng Qianye refused to let go, just hugged, raised his eyes, and saw that Eunuch Cat had come over, standing beside Feng Aotian, and handed the medicine to her.
Leng Qianye lowered her eyes and looked at the soup medicine. Although she knew that she was conditioning her body, she didn't know when these medicines would last, and what was the use
Feng Aotian looked at Leng Qianye's suspicious look, she raised her head and drank it, and Mr. Cat backed out wisely.
"Want to know why you drink this medicine?" Feng Aotian approached Leng Qianye and whispered.
Leng Qianye looked at the slyness that flashed in her eyes, and seemed to understand a little, but she still pretended not to understand and nodded.
Feng Aotian's hand moved slowly along his waist until it touched... Fingertips crossed... with deep playfulness and ambiguity...
Leng Qianye's body was tense, but she didn't move, allowing her to act recklessly, and already understood what she meant.
His eyes flickered brightly, "Your Majesty, haven't you really been with anyone yet?"
Feng Aotian hooked his neck, "Master's body has been ruined because of martial arts, and he needs to be recuperated."
Leng Qianye's cold eyes flashed brightly. Obviously, every time he was teased by her, he couldn't help himself, but every time he went a step further, she would subtly avoid it. She was willing to touch him, it turned out, because she had never really touched anyone.
Obviously, when he heard such news, his excitement was beyond words, and he couldn't help asking, "When will the emperor take care of himself?"
Feng Aotian looked at him, "What? Are you so anxious to get on your father's bed?"
Leng Qianye's uncontrollable face was stained with a blush. This was the first time Feng Aotian saw him look shy. She was in a happy mood and looked at him, "Come on."
Leng Qianye listened to her words, thinking, he is far away at the border, I am afraid that it will take a long time to meet again, then,...
Feng Aotian approached slowly, looked at him, and suddenly became playful, "Aren't you afraid of pain?"
Leng Qianye was stunned, and then he remembered that he didn't understand the love between men before, so after reading a book, he realized the mystery, and occasionally went to the pity hall and saw it with his own eyes. At that time, He felt a chill, but, for some reason, when he saw her, he felt that the feeling disappeared, and he just wanted to get closer to her.
"I haven't tried it, I don't know." Leng Qianye replied truthfully.
Feng Aotian's smile deepened, her fingers slowly slid down from his back, and then she whispered in his ear, "Would you like to try it?"
Leng Qianye suddenly felt that it was difficult to breathe and quickly closed his eyes, but he approached her. Maybe, he would adapt, but it was still unnatural. "The emperor wants to try, just try."
Feng Aotian put his hands around his waist, "Fool, you can't bear it."
Leng Qianye was startled again, lowered his eyes and looked at her, "My lord is reluctant to let the emperor get hurt."
Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, "Will you give you a chance?"
The corner of Leng Qianye's mouth was dyed with a smile, and he lowered his eyes and looked at her, "Your Majesty, I would rather hurt myself."
Feng Aotian thought about it. She said her identity earlier, but she didn't have such fun. Now, she is very happy to hear their words.
Leng Qianye sighed inwardly. It seems that he still can't bear that kind of passion.
Feng Aotian leaned against his arms, playing with the blue silk on his chest, "I will leave tomorrow, and I will go back to the mansion to live tonight. Over the years, the one you owe the most is Mrs. Leng."
Leng Qianye thought for a moment and nodded slightly, "Yes."
He didn't know that over the years, it was his mother who suffered, but he had his mission and responsibilities, and some things were helpless after all. He couldn't give the children and grandchildren that his mother wanted. In his heart, it was already the biggest debt to her old man. .
Leng Qianye waited until the night was getting darker, then left the Emperor's Bedroom Palace and returned to the Leng Mansion.
Xing Wuyun spent a day cleaning the wine jar at the wine's father-in-law's place, and dragged his tired body in.
Feng Aotian looked at him, "Aren't you going to accompany Wei Zimo?"
Xing Wuyun looked at her, "The emperor is willing to leave?"
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded and said, "You don't dare to go back if you think your father doesn't know. Now that he has resumed his martial arts, you are worried that after returning, he will find you to fight to relieve his anger."
Xing Wuyun was poked by Feng Aotian, the corner of his mouth twitched, and then he sat beside her, "I have been living in the Emperor's Palace these days."
Feng Aotian glanced sideways and looked at him, "Isn't it okay, Master?"
"That minister will die here too." Xing Wuyun gritted his teeth and said, looking at Feng Aotian, with a charming smile, "The emperor must be reluctant to let his minister die."
Feng Aotian looked at him, "If you don't go, then you should go."
Xing Wuyun didn't take it seriously, as long as he didn't go, whoever he loved.
"The emperor is free." Xing Wuyun leaned lazily on the soft couch, squinting at the bright peach blossom eyes, smiling maliciously.
Feng Aotian looked at his expression and said in a light tone, "It's not bad that the Lord brought him to the Emperor's Bedroom."
Xing Wuyun hurriedly got up and looked at her, "Your Majesty, you are not good at seeing your ministers."
Feng Aotian looked at Xing Wuyun seriously, and laughed even more, "Aren't you doing well now?"
Xing Wuyun clutched his chest, and said eloquently, "Your Majesty, the injury of this minister has not yet healed. If you really fight him, the minister will not be able to hold it."
Feng Aotian looked at his pitiful appearance, thinking about Wei Zimo's anger, he really didn't care, and then said, "Then what are you doing, don't wash up, and have dinner later."
"It's still the emperor who treats his ministers well." Xing Wuyun flattered, quickly got up from the soft couch, and rushed into the inner hall.
Eunuch Cat looked at Xing Wuyun and said curiously, "Master, he is more casual now."
Feng Aotian looked at him, "It's not very good."
Eunuch Cat's mouth twitched, "It's good."
Meteor sat opposite Feng Aotian and looked at her, "Holy Master, those three princes are so beautiful, they are on par with Xuanyuan Yu."
Feng Aotian looked at him, why did he suddenly mention Xuanyuanyu, "Why did you mention him?"
Meteor remembered Xuanyuan Yu, and then said, "I just thought he was the most beautiful man in the world, so I blurted out."
Feng Aotian thought about these days, Xuanyuanyu has been silent, as if the previous incident had never happened, he didn't care about the external situation, he just dealt with government affairs step by step, the quieter and quieter, it means that Xuanyuanyu is becoming more and more difficult. .
She raised her hand and stroked Meteor's head lightly, "In my heart, all my people are beautiful."
The corner of Meteor's mouth twitched, "Holy Lord really can speak."
Lan Jingshu, Gu Yefeng and Yi Mu had just finished reviewing the memorial and walked out, listening to Feng Aotian's words, but remained silent.
Feng Aotian looked at the three of them, thinking that since seeing Wei Zimo's demeanor this morning, they had been silent. Therefore, she deliberately said this, just to reassure them.
Lan Jingshu raised his eyes, looked at her, and said warmly, "Your Majesty, the memorial has been reviewed."
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, then raised his hand, and pulled him into his arms, "You haven't been by your side for the past two days, have you slept well?"
Lan Jingshu lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "I'm all right."
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, and in front of everyone, he sucked at the corner of his lips and said with a smile, "Really?"
"Yes." Lan Jingshu panted lowly and responded unsteadily.
Feng Aotian got up, took his hand, and walked towards the table.
Xing Wuyun immediately sat next to her, raised his eyes, looked at Lan Jingshu's slightly drunk face, and then looked at Gu Yefeng's gloomy face, without saying a word, he smiled slyly.
Feng Aotian looked at him, "What are you laughing at?"
"It's just that someone's face is darkened." Xing Wuyun said unhurriedly.
Feng Aotian raised his hand and pinched his waist, "I'm not hungry, I don't need to eat yet."
"Your Majesty, when you are eating, don't do anything with your ministers." Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, but his words were extremely ambiguous.
Feng Aotian thought that Xing Wuyun was more and more unscrupulous now, her eyes narrowed, "Speak again, and the Lord will throw you back to Xingyun Palace."
Xing Wuyun hurriedly stopped, raised his eyes, and saw Meteor sitting opposite him looking at him with schadenfreude, he stared at him fiercely, and then buried his head in the meal.
Feng Aotian personally took the dishes and put them in the bowls of Lan Jingshu, Gu Yefeng and Yi Mu, raised his eyes and looked at Eunuch Cat, "Sit down and have a meal."
"Yes." Eunuch Cat sat down immediately, and everyone dined quietly.
In Xingyun Palace, Wei Zimo had already recovered his inner strength. He got up from the bed, lowered his head, looked at the clothes on his body, but unexpectedly raised his sleeves and put it between his nose and sniffed lightly, as if he wanted to Find that familiar scent.
He stepped up and looked at the palace in front of him. It was specially cleaned and there was not even a trace of dust. The sweet-scented osmanthus flowers in the courtyard were fragrant, but he just glanced at it lightly. Then, he returned to the main hall and sat in the soft on the couch.
"Your Highness, are you okay?" A black figure fell and asked with his head lowered.
Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at him, "Was you stopped just now?"
"Yes, but soon, I let my subordinates in." The shadow replied immediately.
"Well, back off." Wei Zimo's tone was still cold.
"Yes." Seeing that he was safe and sound, Hei Ying stepped back.
After a while, two handsome attendants came in, who had served him since childhood.
"His Royal Highness, the emperor said that you have come here for thousands of miles, and you must have many things that you are not used to, so let the servants and others stay by your side, and there are several servants he specially selected outside the palace. If you are not satisfied, I will send them back." In front of the attendants, the older one was called Tingfeng, and the younger one was called Tingyu.
"Where's Xing Wuyun?" Wei Zimo asked himself.
"Master Xing is now in the Emperor's bedroom, and several concubines in the palace are now in the Emperor's bedroom." Ting Feng replied in a low voice.
"Is he not going to come back?" Wei Zimo couldn't help but increase his voice.
"This... the slave doesn't know." Ting Feng replied in a low voice.
Wei Zimo snorted coldly, "Are you afraid that I will eat him?"
Wei Zimo is really uncomfortable in the unfamiliar environment now. Among all his restaurants, there is a separate courtyard for him, and the layout is exactly the same, so that he can find a solid He is an extremely picky person, the more picky he is, the more insecure he is in his heart.
Looking at the palace in front of him, everything was not familiar to him, he was a little flustered, and a sense of helplessness rose in his heart, which made him unable to stand up, stepped up, rushed out of the bedroom, raised his eyes, looked at the front of him As far as the eye can see, he lowered his eyes and let the cold wind blow, hitting his thin body. The gorgeous red color showed endless loneliness.
Tingfeng and Tingyu stood by his side, and the two of them had served him since childhood. Naturally, they knew that even the two of them were uncomfortable in such a strange environment, not to mention his current mood. Wei Zimo.
He stood outside the palace for a long time, but he didn't want to move a step or go back. He was like a lonely soul floating in this lonely palace, looking for a place to live.
Feng Aotian was finishing her dinner when she heard the report from the soul, she got up and walked away from the Emperor's Bedroom Palace.
Xing Wuyun looked at the back of her leaving in a hurry. He naturally knew what Wei Zimo was thinking now. The reason why he didn't go back was not because he was afraid that Wei Zimo would get angry and fight with him, but he wanted Wei Zimo to recognize himself clearly. Let him understand what he wants most.
Lan Jingshu looked at Xing Wuyun, "Are you afraid of the third prince?"
Xing Wuyun's mouth twitched, "If you make someone lose his temper, he will attack you, fight you for three days and three nights, and run after you everywhere, are you afraid?"
Lan Jingshu chuckled, "I didn't expect that the third prince would have such a temper."
"Everyone has different venting points, he just chose the most direct and violent method." Xing Wuyun said casually, but his words hit their minds.
Yes, why don't they suppress and control themselves, it's just that everyone's way of venting is different.
Meteor lying on the soft couch, listening to the conversation between the two in front of him, and then looking at Eunuch Cat, he suddenly felt that Xing Wuyun was the one who lived the most free and easy life here.
Feng Aotian saw Wei Zimo standing on the corridor at a distance, at a loss, she slowly stepped forward, stood in front of him, and looked directly at him.
Wei Zimo's scattered eyes slowly condensed. He raised his eyes and looked at her. The face covered by the veil showed a touch of confusion. .
However, Feng Aotian gradually approached, and then strode forward, standing in front of him, he continued to step back, she continued to step forward, so Wei Zimo had already returned to the bedroom, Feng Aotian still stepped forward, you come and I go In a while, he had been forced into the corner, leaned against the cold wall, raised his eyes and looked at her.
Feng Aotian raised his hand and grabbed his arm suddenly, he crashed into her arms, he was stunned, raised his eyes and looked at her, "What's the use of forcing me like this?"
Feng Aotian wrapped his arms around his waist and hugged him. Xu had been standing in the wind for too long, and his body was terribly cold. She frowned slightly, so she hugged him into the bedroom.
When Tingfeng and Tingyu saw this, they looked at each other, just because, why did they ever see His Highness and others so close? Although His Highness was reluctant, but he didn't struggle? How is this going? They couldn't help but feel that this Emperor Feng Qi was indeed different.
The two of them stood outside the hall and did not dare to enter. The door of the hall was closed. Feng Aotian hugged him and sat on the soft couch. He held his slender fingers in his palms with both hands. .
Wei Zimo was sitting in her arms like this, but felt awkward. With his stature, it was obviously incongruous to be embraced by her.
He wanted to break free, but he was stunned by her gentle actions. The people around him kept a distance from him, and no one dared to get close to him, and he resisted all those who approached him, for fear of hurting himself. Over the years, he has carefully protected himself, but when he met her, it seemed that all his habits had been broken by her.
Feng Aotian raised his hand, embraced him, poured hot water, and then placed it in his palm, "Standing at the wind vent, I'm not afraid of getting caught in the cold, but I don't want to see a sick beauty when I get married."
Wei Zimo lowered his head and looked at the hot water in the cup. The mist was sprayed on his face. He only felt that his body was not as cold as before.
Feng Aotian looked at him, "Master originally wanted to give you a gift, but it seems that it will be ahead of schedule now."
As she spoke, she stood up and held his hand, "Remember, only the Lord can hold your hand, and only the Lord can touch your body. As for your veil, the Lord will not force you."
Wei Zimo listened to her words and wanted to take his hand out of hers, but met her cold eyes, he said coldly, "Why should I listen to you?"
"It's just that you're the Lord's person now." Feng Aotian said the fact that he couldn't change, "Also, you forgot what you said today, so that the Lord won't leave you?"
Wei Zimo was not used to Feng Aotian being so close, he turned his head, his face was stained with a touch of pink unnaturally, he just remembered what he said, he didn't know why, he would treat her at that time...
Feng Aotian clenched his hand, "Even if you don't want to, I won't let go of your hand easily."
She took him, walked forward, stepped out of Xing Wuyun Palace, and continued to walk westward. Not far away, she saw a bedroom named "Floating Dream".
Wei Zimo raised his eyes, looked at the name above, turned to look at her, "What do you mean?"
Feng Aotian pretended to be mysterious, took his hand into the bedroom, and saw that the furnishings in the bedroom were exactly the same as where he lived all the time. His eyes flashed with surprise, but there were many enchanting pavements on the side of the road. flower.
Feng Aotian's voice sounded slowly, "This mandala flower was finally found by the master, but it is difficult to survive. Fortunately, it has not yet bloomed."
Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at her. No one had ever treated him with such care. He couldn't help feeling a little moved. He squatted, his fingertips brushed the dazzling red in front of him. What can I do in the past. Wangxiang forgets the river water under the stage, and sells Meng Po beside the stone for three lives. Nirvana is in love with the devil, and the floating life is like a dream. Only the rest of my life dances the sun and the moon, and the white horse passes through the gap and sings the wind."
He turned his eyes and saw that Feng Aotian was already squatting by his side, he smiled lightly, "This flower is too sad, do you want me to forget my previous sadness?"
Feng Aotian held his hand, "Wouldn't it be better to start over?"
Wei Zimo closed his eyes and smiled sadly, forgetting it was easier said than done
Feng Aotian raised her hand and took him into her arms. She understood many things, living in this world, they all have their own last resort, but how difficult is it to be able to take a step
Xing Wuyun used his own blood and death to pay homage to the past before letting go of everything, but what about Wei Zimo? The pain and pain in his heart
Wei Zimo pushed her away abruptly, then stood up, rushed into the main hall, closed the door, raised his eyes, and saw that the furnishings of the internal force were so familiar. In the main hall, he used it every day. The incense, the tea set and the furniture that he used every day should be familiar to him. Her meticulousness can always smash and collapse the fortress he built over the years. He leaned weakly against the door. On the other hand, if he doesn't want these, he just wants to make his own decisions, he just wants to be free.
Feng Aotian stood outside the door and couldn't hear any voices in the house. She just stood with her hands behind her back. It seemed that he was indifferent, but in fact, he was just afraid of being hurt, so, while she was running away, all she could do was to step forward. Step by step, let him face it.
She raised her hand and waved it forcefully, and the door was pushed open. Wei Zimo was half-knelt on the ground, his arms were curled up, and his head was buried in his arms. He just felt so cold.
Feng Aotian stepped forward slowly and hugged him, "If others see you like this, it won't be a joke."
Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at her, "Why are you being so nice to me?"
Feng Aotian gave a low laugh, "You are from the Lord, and the Lord will naturally treat you well."
Wei Zimo sneered, "Is it not for the wealth in my hands."
"If Master wants, you are not Master's opponent." Feng Aotian looked at him, but was too distressed. She stroked his eyebrows, crossed the cinnabar between his eyebrows, leaned forward, and placed her forehead on his forehead. He dropped a light kiss before saying, "You know your master's abilities. If you want it, now, most of the wealth in your hands is already in your hands."
Wei Zimo was still puzzled, "But, you and I haven't had much interaction, why?"
Feng Aotian lifted him up from the ground, took his hand forward, and sat on the soft couch, "This is your destiny and mine, destiny, you and I will be entangled in this life."
Wei Zimo turned his eyes, he looked at her, no one ever said that they were destined, he chuckled softly, "When did it start?"
Feng Aotian knew that he was asking her when he started to plot against him, she held his hand, "In the beginning."
The corner of Wei Zimo's mouth raised a smile, leaned to one side weakly, raised his eyes and looked at her, "You are like this, I don't know what to do."
Feng Aotian looked at him, "Don't you want freedom? Lord give it to you."
Wei Zimo's eyes lit up, "Okay."
Feng Aotian raised his hand and embraced him, "Now, when Lord touches you, don't you feel uncomfortable?"
"Yes." Wei Zimo replied bluntly, "However, I will slowly get used to it."
Feng Aotian raised his voice and smiled, "In the future, don't blow the cold wind alone."
"Yeah." Wei Zimo replied indifferently, he suddenly wondered how he had spent all these years? But does anyone really care about him
He was indeed uncomfortable with such closeness, but instead of struggling to avoid it, he adapted. Could it be that he was compromising with her? Just compromised so easily
Feng Aotian turned his eyes and looked at him, "What are you thinking about?"
Wei Zimo shook his head, "I just feel that I have no temper in front of you at all."
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and smiled wickedly, "What kind of temper do you want in front of the Lord? You can't beat the Lord, you can't calculate it, you can only capture it."
Wei Zimo listened to her words, and looked at her sideways, "How did you grow up?"
Feng Aotian looked at him, "How did you grow up?"
"Me?" Wei Zimo couldn't help but fell into contemplation, and then smiled, "Growing up lonely."
Feng Aotian curled his lips into a smile, "Master grew up killing people."
Wei Zimo lowered his head and looked at her holding his hand, her palm was very soft, and there was a faint fragrance on her body, which made him feel at ease. Why did he compromise like this
Feng Aotian raised his hand and lifted the hem of his veil, revealing his cherry red lips. The lips were very beautiful, with a color even more delicate than a woman's. She approached slowly, kissed it, and sucked it gently. .
Wei Zimo's heart shuddered. Compared to the kiss he had through the veil today, the feeling of such two lips touching made him instantly stiff and at a loss for what to do.
Feng Aotian squinted his eyes slightly and bit his lips, as if he was tasting the most beautiful cakes in the world.
She just tasted it, and left his lips, looking at his slightly drunk brows and eyes, she asked in a low voice, "How do you feel?"
Wei Zimo seemed to be awakened by a startle, and quickly got up from the soft couch, turned around, and entered the inner hall, ignoring her.
Feng Aotian looked at the figure he left angrily, laughed loudly, leaned on the soft couch, and recalled the taste of his lips.
Wei Zimo strode into the inner hall, then lay on the bed, lowered the curtains, and stroked his beating heart, what was he doing just now? To let her treat herself? Thinking about it like this, he felt that Feng Aotian was extremely hateful, and he felt that the sullen anger could not be relieved.
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Hehe, dear friends, Xiao Weizi is actually an insecure child, oh oh oh... There will be a second update later, la la la...