Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, "No matter what you do, I just want you to understand that it is best to be yourself."
Xing Wuyun lowered his eyes and stared at her. At this moment, his heart seemed to be filled with warm sunshine, the warm sunshine named Feng Aotian. He held her in his arms again and whispered, "Okay."
Feng Aotian leaned against his arms, such a hug brought the warmth after opening his heart.
Standing in the restaurant, Wei Zimo looked at the two people hugging each other, and suddenly felt how harmonious and warm such a picture was. He asked himself in a low voice, can he have it too
She took his hand and flew to the opposite side of Wei Zimo. Feng Aotian looked at him, lowered his head, held his hand, and bandaged his wrist. Yesterday, he was able to do this for her. , She was surprised, but it also made her understand that, at least, in his heart, she still had a little weight, didn't she
Wei Zimo felt the warmth wrapped around his fingertips. He raised his eyes and stared at her. His glamorous eyes were filled with uncertainty. He was actually afraid. , I am afraid that such warmth will be fleeting.
Feng Aotian clenched his palm, took a step forward, sat at the table, looked at the dishes in front of him, "Master is hungry."
Xing Wuyun was sitting on one side of Feng Aotian, and Wei Zimo was sitting on the other side of her. This was also the first time that Xing Wuyun and Wei Zimo had known each other for more than ten years. The strange feeling of words.
Xing Wuyun looked at him, "It's really an honor to be able to eat at the same table with you for the first time."
Wei Zimo was stunned for a moment, and said indifferently, "If you don't want to use it, don't force it."
Xing Wuyun's peach blossom eyes curved slightly, picked up his chopsticks, took a bite of the dish, and put it in Feng Aotian's bowl, then he took another bite, put it in his mouth, and nodded again and again, "Well, it tastes great."
Wei Zimo's eyes sank, "It's not that I haven't used it."
"Today's taste is particularly good." Xing Wuyun said something.
Of course Wei Zimo knew what he meant by his words, and he didn't expect that when he was sitting around eating with others like this, even though he had been friends with Xing Wuyun for all these years, he was still himself. He has a strong sense of precaution and has never dined at the same table with him. However, this is the first time in history. According to his temperament, he does not hurt himself a few words. style.
Feng Aotian watched the two bickering in front of her, which made her feel much happier. She took the dishes and placed them in the two's bowls, looked at them, "Eat it."
Wei Zimo looked at the dish in the bowl, kept silent, and picked it up and ate it. Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and watched him put the dish into his mouth in a smooth way.
If in the past, let Wei Zimo eat other people's food, it would be courting death, but today, it really gave him a lot of insight.
Wei Zimo was a little uncomfortable when Xing Wuyun looked at him like this. In this world, Xing Wuyun is the one who knows him best. Now, these unconventional actions must make Xing Wuyun feel incredible. After all, over the past ten years , he dine alone, washes alone, and even drank tea alone, and never shared anything with others.
"What are you looking at?" Wei Zimo raised his eyes and glared at Xing Wuyun with a rare expression.
"Cough cough." Xing Wuyun lowered his eyes and said slowly, "It's really a thousand-year-old iron tree blooming."
The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, and then he took the vegetables and put them in Xing Wuyun's bowl, "You can't eat or sleep, why don't you know that you still talk so much?"
Xing Wuyun knew that Feng Aotian was trying to smooth things over for Wei Zimo, but he didn't intend to miss such a great opportunity to hurt Wei Zimo, and then said, "Didn't the emperor just let the minister be himself? Now the minister Be yourself, the emperor is annoying again, hey, it's really hard to be yourself."
The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth twitched again, suddenly leaned forward, kissed his lips, swallowed all his chattering words in this light kiss, and then said, "Dine."
No matter how much Xing Wuyun said, he was drowned in this kiss. He smacked the corners of his mouth, licked his lips, lowered his eyes, ate his meal silently, and said nothing.
Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, thinking that it is really a wicked person who has a wicked person to grind. If Xing Wuyun's mouth is open, it will not be able to be closed, and it will damage you. , can be reconciled, and now, is it blocked like this
Feng Aotian looked at Wei Zimo holding the bowl, and thoughtfully, she took another dish and put it in his bowl, and said in a low voice, "Why don't you eat it? Do you want me to feed you?"
Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, the ambiguity in her words was beyond words, he closed his eyes, lowered his head, and used it silently.
When Xing Wuyun heard Feng Aotian say "hello" to Wei Zimo, he began to supplement his brain, and could not help but imagine that Wei Zimo could not avoid it? Or is it as uncomfortable as swallowing a fly? Thinking of this, he made a "pu chi" and suddenly laughed loudly, and he couldn't stop laughing.
Seeing this, Feng Aotian raised his foot and kicked at him, "Don't tell me you want the Lord to feed you too?"
Xing Wuyun covered his stomach that hurt from laughing, and burst into tears, feeding Wei Zimo food. This was the funniest joke he had heard over the years. He looked at Feng Aotian, waved his hands, oh , was really fun.
With a sudden "bang", Wei Zimo slammed the bowl on the table, then got up, and was about to turn around to leave.
Feng Aotian grabbed her wrist, she raised her eyes and looked at him, "I'm getting more and more tempered now. Even before leaving the table, I will sit down and eat for me. You are not allowed to go anywhere."
Wei Zimo lowered his eyes and looked at her, "He can't use it like this."
Feng Aotian looked sideways and gave Xing Wuyun a knife, "Shut up and eat."
Knowing that Feng Aotian was really angry, Xing Wuyun hurriedly shut up and buried his head to eat obediently, but he could still see his shoulders shaking constantly.
Wei Zimo sat down immediately, and Feng Aotian put another dish in his bowl, "Eat it, treat him like air."
Xing Wuyun listened to Feng Aotian's words and raised his eyes quickly, "Has the emperor ever seen such a large piece of air?"
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and ignored him, but looked at Wei Zimo with a smile, the meaning was obvious, yes.
Xing Wuyun pouted the corners of his mouth, lowered his head, and stirred the food in the bowl. He felt that no matter how he tasted it, he raised his eyes, but he was stunned by the flash of pride in Wei Zimo's beautiful eyes. He scolded, "Well, you Wei Zimo, you are playing tricks on me.
Feng Aotian of course saw the two people's careful thoughts in his eyes, but pretended to ignore them, just felt that fighting each other like this was their true selves.
After lunch, Wei Zimo felt that today's meal was particularly delicious, while Xing Wuyun felt a little bloated.
Feng Aotian looked at Wei Zimo, "Where are you going?"
"What about you?" Wei Zimo asked lightly, looking at her.
"Send him." Feng Aotian looked sideways, looked at Xing Wuyun, and his tone was very gentle.
"Well." Wei Zimo lowered his eyes, then got up, turned around, and entered the bead curtain without saying a word.
When Xing Wuyun saw that he had returned to his previous noble and glamorous appearance, he sneered coldly, took Feng Aotian's hand, and said to him, "I'll be away from Beijing for a few days, don't miss me too much."
Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at him through the beaded curtain, "Where are you going?"
"Go to see the beauty." Xing Wuyun said briskly, still with that unrestrained frivolous look.
Feng Aotian raised his hand, gently touched his waist, and said solemnly, "Beauty?"
"Haha." Xing Wuyun lowered his eyes, looked at Feng Aotian, and said with a smile, "Of course, it is untouchable."
Feng Aotian snorted coldly, took his hand, and left the restaurant.
Wei Zimo closed his eyes slightly, stroking the strings of the piano, the corners of his lips hidden under the veil, but raised slightly, a breeze swept across his face, but it was a little more warm than the spring breeze.
Feng Aotian sent Xing Wuyun out of the capital, standing in an open space, she looked at him, "Come back earlier."
Xing Wuyun suddenly had the illusion that he was like an ordinary husband and wife in an ordinary family. He was a husband who left home to do business. Listening to the lady's advice, this kind of feeling is really good.
Feng Aotian looked at him, "What are you thinking about again?"
"Nothing." Xing Wuyun shook his head and whispered in her ear, "I just think it feels good."
The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth evoked a faint smile, "If there is any situation, I will report it in time."
"Okay." Xing Wuyun listened to her instructions, and his heart was filled with a taste called sweetness.
When he turned around, he suddenly stepped forward, placed a kiss on the corner of her lips, and flew away.
Feng Aotian watched the goose-yellow figure slowly leave, she stood there for a long time, turned around, and entered the capital.
When she walked to the restaurant, she heard the melodious sound of the piano. She opened the bead curtain and looked at the bright red figure. She was playing the piano with her eyes closed. .
She leaned on the side of the bead curtain, just stared at his face quietly, with such a secluded look, after a long time, the sound of the piano stopped, he raised his eyes slightly, looked at her, his eyes met, but there was a kind of It's like an illusion.
Feng Aotian stepped forward slowly, sat beside him, raised his hand, wrapped his arms around his waist, and let his head rest on his shoulder, just sitting quietly like this without saying too much. .
Wei Zimo lowered his eyes and looked at her holding his hand, giving him the warmth he had never had before. At this moment, his heart beat abruptly, and then became silent again. A sense of solidity beyond imagination.
"Go back?" Feng Aotian asked in a low voice.
"Okay." Wei Zimo nodded and replied softly.
Feng Aotian looked sideways, looked at him, suddenly pressed him on the soft couch, despised him, his fingertips crossed his waist through the fabric of the brocade robe, his red lips slightly parted, and pressed against him through the veil His lips, looking at him, "Except for the Lord who can treat you like this, no one else is allowed to approach you ten steps."
Wei Zimo listened to her domineering words, but felt a sudden peace of mind in his heart. He blinked his eyes slightly, but did not open his mouth. He only felt that the lips, separated by the veil, were very soft, with a touch of coolness. His heart trembled.
Feng Aotian sat up from his body, held his hand, turned his eyes, and saw that his face had been plated with a light pink, and she was in a better mood, just because that person had been buried by her. the deepest part of the heart.
Wei Zimo let her hold his hand, she hugged his waist, and flew away from the restaurant, she lifted Yunyun's sleeves, and hid his face in her own arms, separating it from the outside air. .
Wei Zimo's heart warmed. No one has ever treated him so carefully, but she has entered his heart of fleeing like this little by little. He is resisting, but in the end, there is no harm in resisting. Yes.
He smelled the unique fragrance on her body, and tightened his hand around her waist, letting her fly away with him.
The two returned to the palace, Feng Aotian took his hand into the emperor's bedroom, and saw that Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng had been sitting in the study room quietly reviewing the memorial.
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and walked into the study, while Wei Zimo was sitting in the hall, looking sideways at her figure entering the study.
"Have you had lunch?" Feng Aotian walked to the soft couch, looked at the two, and asked softly.
The two raised their eyes, followed the voice, and when they saw the warm color between her eyebrows, the two of them put down their hanging hearts, and said in unison, "I've used it."
"Okay." Feng Aotian took a step forward and suddenly kissed the two of them gently on the cheek, "Master will come over later."
Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng were stunned for a moment, then lowered their eyes with a slight smile on their lips, and continued to review the memorial.
Feng Aotian turned around, walked to Wei Zimo's side, looked at him, "Go back to the Floating Dream Palace, or wait for the Lord here?"
Wei Zimo reached out and held her hand, very soft, "Send me back to the palace."
"Okay." Feng Aotian knew that he was extremely insecure. Any unfamiliar environment would make him fearful and uncomfortable. The reason why he was obsessed with cleanliness was because he was afraid of unfamiliar things.
Feng Aotian took his hand and slowly stepped out of the emperor's bedroom, just walking quietly, she turned her eyes and looked at him, "Are you still used to it?"
Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at the palace, which was still unfamiliar to him. If it had been before, he would have avoided it, but why, with her by his side, would he no longer feel unfamiliar
He didn't know how to answer, but he simply replied, "Yeah."
Feng Aotian clenched his hand, "If you're not used to it, I will walk with you more."
"Yeah." Wei Zimo hoped that she would be by his side. The memory of yesterday's events was still fresh. At that moment, when he learned of her accident, his heart still ached.
He suddenly stopped and looked at her, "How about you stay with me in the future?"
Feng Aotian smiled lightly, "Isn't the lord always with you?"
Wei Zimo shook his head and said, "It's true companionship."
When Feng Aotian listened to his words, he was stunned for a moment, then laughed lowly, stood on tiptoe, put a light kiss on the corner of his lips through the veil, "Is this kind of company?"
Wei Zimo's expression froze, then he shook off her hand and was about to leave, "Forget it, I didn't say it."
Feng Aotian hurriedly dragged him and took him into his arms, "That's not good, how can you easily take back the words that you said."
Wei Zimo knew that she did it on purpose. He had never said such a thing before. This was already his limit. He felt the temperature in his arms, and suddenly asked in an unpleasant manner, "Your chest is so special?"
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "Huh?"
"How can it be softer than ordinary men?" Wei Zimo whispered.
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Do you want to take a look?"
Wei Zimo was pushed back abruptly by her blunt words, he turned his eyes, took her hand and walked forward, "Don't look."
Feng Aotian let out a low laugh and let him lead her into the Palace of Floating Dreams.
When Ting Feng Ting Yu saw him coming back, he quickly stood not far away, "The servant has seen the emperor, Lord Hou."
Feng Aotian nodded slightly, the two entered the hall, Wei Zimo let go of her hand, "Okay, I'm back, you can go back."
Feng Aotian was startled again and looked at him, "You just sent the master away like this?"
"Otherwise, are you still waiting for dinner?" Wei Zimo immediately sat down, raised his eyes, and looked at her, "There are still people waiting for you in the Imperial Palace."
Feng Aotian sat beside him casually, lifted his chin, and laughed softly, "How can you smell vinegar?"
"Self-motivated." Wei Zimo raised his hand, waved her hand away, raised his hand, poured tea, pushed it to her side, and poured another cup for himself.
Feng Aotian sat beside him and looked at him with a deep smile, "Master really likes the way you wear a veil."
She couldn't help but remember that the last time Eunuch Cat left with a veil on, it was somewhat similar to him, especially between the eyebrows, she couldn't help but be startled, and she was fascinated.
Wei Zimo looked sideways, seeing that she seemed to be looking at another person through him, he put down the teacup suddenly, then turned around, "I'm tired."
Feng Aotian returned to his senses and dragged him into his arms, "It's just right, I'm tired too."
She hugged him, then leaned back on the soft couch, rested her chin on his shoulder, and closed her eyes for a nap.
Wei Zimo looked sideways, looked at her still brows and eyes, sighed helplessly, and let her hold her, maybe it was a whole day of worry last night, without resting all night, and running around like this for an afternoon, and now I can't hold it anymore She stopped, closed her eyes slowly, listened to her even breathing, and gradually fell asleep.
After half an hour, Feng Aotian regained her energy. She looked at him in her arms, lowered her head, sipped on his forehead, then got up, put the blanket on the side of him, and stepped out of the dream palace.
Wei Zimo had already slept lightly. Although Feng Aotian's movements were very light, he was still awakened. He raised his eyes to see the figure she was leaving, raised his hand, and folded the blanket, then closed his eyes again and fell asleep peacefully. go.
Feng Aotian returned to the emperor's bedroom, went to the study, sat on the soft couch, took the imperial pen, took the memorial that Lan Jingshu had reviewed, and watched intently.
Lan Jingshu raised his eyes, just looked at her with a small smile, then lowered his head and continued busy.
Gu Yefeng raised his eyes and looked at her, "Is the emperor willing to come back?"
Feng Aotian looked at Gu Yefeng, "I miss you?"
Gu Yefeng snorted coldly, "I don't want to."
"Really?" Feng Aotian asked in disbelief, then turned his eyes, dragged Lan Jingshu into his arms, and asked in a low voice, "Did you miss him?"
Lan Jingshu was taken aback by her sudden action, and couldn't help but startled, and replied warmly, "En."
Feng Aotian lowered his head, put his lips on his lips, and sucked gently, "It's really good."
Lan Jingshu leaned quietly in her arms, thinking, this kind of embrace is what he can't give up the most, and what he desires the most, no matter what, he must guard her well.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned in her arms, reluctant to let go.
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Gu Yefeng, "Tough mouth."
Gu Yefeng was noncommittal, he raised his eyebrows, and continued to review the memorial, as if he did not have much fluctuations in the scene in front of him.
Feng Aotian knew that he had recovered now. He really faced the reality and was unwilling to escape. She was relieved. After all, the pain had been tormenting him for more than ten years, and she had to go to the holy pond. , what happened that year
Lan Jingshu leaned in her arms, and after a while, he got up, picked up the imperial pen, and continued to review the memorial.
Feng Aotian no longer joked, but quietly reviewed with them, as if returning to the past.
Meteor came back from Eunuch Jiu's place and was a little gloomy. It's strange today, why is Eunuch Jiu not here? He then looked around again, but he didn't see any trace of Xing Wuyun.
Feng Aotian came out of the study and looked at him with his head lowered, "What's wrong?"
"Holy Master, why is Eunuch Jiu not in the palace? Not even Xing Wuyun." Meteor stepped forward, raised his head, and looked at Feng Aotian.
"Wuyun went to the south to return to China." Feng Aotian replied indifferently.
"Oh." Meteor nodded and continued, "Holy Lord, when will you see the little white snake?"
Feng Aotian touched his head, "I will accompany you back to Feihe City tomorrow."
"Can you not go back?" Meteor asked with embarrassment. He was afraid that he would not be able to come out if he went back by himself.
Feng Aotian looked at him, "Master gives you two choices, one is to stay in the palace with the god dog, and the other is to return to Feihe City with Master."
"Then it's better to stay with the god dog." Meteor thought that although the god dog was arrogant, it was much more cost-effective to let him go back to Feihe City.
"Okay." Feng Aotian nodded and looked at him, "Then I will go with the master to bring the dog back."
"Well." Meteor nodded, and when he brought the dog back, he would treat him well. He still remembered what happened last time.
Feng Aotian knew Meteor's thoughts, but the divine dog was not so easy to bully, otherwise, he would not suffer such a big loss.
Lan Jingshu pushed Gu Yefeng out, Feng Aotian turned his eyes and looked at the two of them, "How is Yi Mu?"
"I haven't been feeling well these days, and now I'm still sick." Lan Jingshu replied warmly.
"I'll take a look later." Feng Aotian stepped forward and looked at the two of them, "Have dinner with me."
"Yes." Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng nodded.
At this time, Si Xi stepped into the bedroom and reported, "Your Majesty, there is a message from the Palace of Dreams, saying that the Marquis invites you to have dinner."
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, thinking that he was really taking the initiative today, looking at Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng, "I just said that the Lord is eating here today, so I won't let it go."
"Your Majesty, Lord Hou said that if you don't go, he will be waiting." Si Xi didn't know Xiaoyao Hou, who had always been indifferent, but now this sudden change is really hard for him to digest.
Feng Aotian thought that something was a little strange, raised his eyes, looked at Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng, "Go and have a look."
"Your Majesty, you can go, it's all right." Lan Jingshu replied with a slight smile.
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, then walked away from the Emperor's Bedroom.
Gu Yefeng raised his eyes and looked at Lan Jingshu, "You have such a big temper."
"Yours is not too small." Lan Jingshu looked at him and said.
Meteor thought that Wei Zimo was quite interesting, and hurriedly followed Feng Aotian to watch the fun.
"Let's use it first." Lan Jingshu thought about the dishes on this table, fearing that the emperor would not come and use it.
Gu Yefeng nodded, he was really hungry now anyway.
The two of them used it for themselves. Meteor followed, but was sent back by Feng Aotian. He walked in with his head lowered, sat at the table, looked at the two in front of him, "Dine."
Lan Jingshu looked at him, "Is it discovered by the emperor?"
"Yeah." Meteor nodded, "If you don't watch it, you won't watch it, just because I'm hungry."
He took a deep breath, justified it, picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and started to use it.
When Feng Aotian entered the Palace of Dreams, he saw Wei Zimo sitting at the table, waiting for her.
She raised her eyebrows and walked in, "If you don't see each other for a day, it's like every three autumns. You and I haven't seen each other for only a few hours. Do you miss your father so much?"
Wei Zimo sat at the table and looked at her, "I thought you wouldn't come."
"You did it on purpose?" Feng Aotian sat beside him and whispered.
"Yeah." Wei Zimo nodded, "I'm not at ease."
Feng Aotian put his hands on his chin and looked at him amusingly, with a smile at the corner of his mouth. For some reason, he looked more and more bright and moving now. Compared with the coldness of the past, he was a bit more charming and charming.
Wei Zimo also noticed the difference in Feng Aotian. He just stared at her blankly. When she left, he was always in a panic. Now that she came, he felt at ease. It felt like she should be by his side.
"Are you a scheming master?" Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and his tone became low.
Wei Zimo looked at her, "I just want you to come here."
Feng Aotian sighed faintly, looked at the food in front of him, picked up the bowl and chopsticks, "Well, the food looks good."
"I did it myself." Wei Zimo whispered, hiding his hands in his sleeves.
"This is the first time to cook?" Feng Aotian showed surprise in his eyes, thinking that he would cook by himself without touching his ten fingers? She put down the dishes, lowered her head, and watched him try his best to hide his fingers.
"Let's see." She raised her hands, raised his hands, and saw that the hands that were as pale as jade were red and swollen from the heat, and the fingertips were even blisters.
She lowered her head, put his fingers in her mouth, and sucked gently...
Wei Zimo's fingers trembled and he wanted to withdraw his hand, but Feng Aotian looked at him and rubbed the back of his hand lightly, "Want to be nice to you?"
"Yeah." Wei Zimo nodded and said, just now, he had an idea that he wanted to cook by himself, so he entered the kitchen by surprise, so frightened that the chef in the back was standing in the distance and didn't dare to approach. It is easy to do it under the guidance.
Feng Aotian raised his hand and took him into his arms, "You are such a fool sometimes."
Wei Zimo leaned in her arms, he was just afraid that he would not be able to retain such warmth, that the warmth would disappear like before, and he would be thrown into hell again, he was really afraid of cold and loneliness , terribly afraid.
Feng Aotian released him, picked up the bowl and chopsticks, put the dish in his mouth, raised his eyes and looked at him.
"How is it?" Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at her with a look of hope.
Feng Aotian nodded, "It's delicious, I want to eat them all."
"It's good if it's delicious." Wei Zimo seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, then he picked up the bowl and chopsticks, took a bite of himself, and put it in his mouth. Raising his eyes and looking at her, "It's unpalatable to death."
"How could it be?" Feng Aotian hurriedly picked it up again and put it in his mouth, "Master thinks the taste is very beautiful, and it's sweet to my heart."
Wei Zimo hurriedly raised his hand and snatched her tableware and chopsticks, "It's too unpalatable, don't eat it."
Feng Aotian stepped forward and wrapped his arms around his waist. The veil he lifted showed his delicate lower jaw and beautiful lips. She lowered her head and pressed it on, her lips and teeth entangled, sweeping the fragrance of vegetables in her mouth, raising her eyes, Looking at him, "How does it taste?"
Wei Zimo lowered his eyes and didn't want to look at her, but felt that his heart was beating wildly at that moment.
Feng Aotian looked at him with a funny look, then picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and continued to use them, watching the sweet and sour fish, which turned into salted and sour fish. The taste was indeed weird, but it was sweet in her heart.
Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at her. It was obviously hard to eat, but she ate it with relish, and there was still her taste between her lips and teeth. He picked up the bowl and chopsticks again and ate silently.
Feng Aotian really swept away the food in front of him, raised his eyes and looked at him, "It's delicious."
Wei Zimo put down the tableware and looked at her, "If you eat your stomach, don't come to me."
"No." Feng Aotian shook his head, "Master is relying on you."
Wei Zimo got up and walked into the inner hall. Feng Aotian followed him and sat down immediately. After seeing his clean hands, she walked over. She took the plaster and wiped it herself.
Wei Zimo just sat quietly, looking at her focused expression and gentle movements, he felt this kind of feeling, he hadn't felt it for a long time, he remembered that when he was a child, his mother-in-law loved him so much, but later...
The corners of his eyes were naturally a little sour, he raised his eyes and looked into the distance, forcing himself not to be vulnerable, but how could his expression escape Feng Aotian's eyes, she pretended to be nothing and painted it for him Ointment, "Don't cook until the injury is healed."
Wei Zimo nodded slightly, then turned around, "Go back."
"I don't want you anymore?" Feng Aotian asked in a soft voice, wrapping his arms around him, letting him lean against him, with his chin resting on his neck.
"Someone is still waiting for you." Wei Zimo said in a low voice.
"That master is gone?" Feng Aotian let go of him, then got up and turned to leave.
Wei Zimo was still sitting, feeling a little cold all of a sudden, but he didn't look back.
Seeing him like this, Feng Aotian shook his head and took him into his arms again, "He's really arrogant and stubborn."
Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at her, "Aren't you going?"
"You are like this, how do you go?" Feng Aotian sighed helplessly, just holding him like this.
Wei Zimo put his hands around her waist, such a long-lost warmth made him very reluctant, he was really too scared.
Time passed slowly, Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng finished their dinner. Seeing that Feng Aotian had not returned, they looked at each other and left the palace.
Meteor walked to the dragon couch and looked at Feng Yinqi lying quietly, "Now, it is the most comfortable for you."
He then lay on the dragon couch, with Erlang's legs crossed, his head on his hands, raised his eyes, and looked at the top of the sky in a trance.
Feng Aotian looked at Wei Zimo in his arms, "Master wants to go out for a while, how about coming back to accompany you later?"
"Yeah." Wei Zimo nodded and let go of her.
Feng Aotian looked at him amusingly, "If you say let go, let go."
Wei Zimo turned his head, "If you don't leave, you won't be able to leave."
"Haha." Feng Aotian felt that Wei Zimo was too cute, so he laughed loudly, then got up, and left the Floating Dream Palace.
Wei Zimo leaned on the soft couch, staring blankly into the distance, wondering what he was thinking.
Feng Aotian was walking on the corridor and saw Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng from a distance, the corner of her mouth was slightly hooked, her toes lightly tapped, and she landed in front of them in an instant.
Lan Jingshu looked at her in front of him, and just said warmly, "Your Majesty."
Feng Aotian took his hand, "Have you had dinner?"
"Yes." Lan Jingshu nodded and replied.
Gu Yefeng snorted coldly, "Do you have to wait for the emperor? I'm afraid I'll starve to death early."
Feng Aotian raised his hand and lifted his chin, "This temper is getting more and more irritable."
Gu Yefeng raised his hand and waved her hand away, "I have always been like this."
Feng Aotian raised his jaw again, lowered his head, kissed his lips, and took a bite, "Master has a way to treat you."
Gu Yefeng covered the corner of his mouth in pain and stared at her dissatisfiedly, but his heart was full of sweetness.
Feng Aotian looked at Lan Jingshu, "Master sent him back."
"Your Majesty went to see Yi Mu, so he said it straight, you need to use the minister as an excuse." Gu Yefeng suddenly said a sarcastic remark.
Feng Aotian raised his hand and hit him on the head, "Do you still think you can't be cured by your grandfather?"
"No, it's just another bite." Gu Yefeng said disapprovingly.
When Feng Aotian was about to speak again, he kissed his lips again, but instead of biting just now, he sucked gently, Gu Yefeng was slightly startled, and following her deep kiss, he slightly Closing his eyes, he met her.
Lan Jingshu looked at the picture in front of him, turned his head slightly, and stopped looking at it, he was afraid that he would feel heartache when he saw it.
Feng Aotian left Gu Yefeng's lips when he was about to breathe. Seeing that he had become more obedient, he looked at Lan Jingshu with satisfaction, "Go in."
"Yes, I retire." Lan Jingshu replied warmly, then turned around and entered Jinxuan Palace.
Feng Aotian watched him leave, and she knew that among the crowd, he was the most sensible one, who never fought or robbed him. In the eyes of others, he was the least existent. However, she knew that, in fact, His good intentions.
Feng Aotian pushed Gu Yefeng forward. Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, he whispered, "Why are you quiet? Wasn't it so arrogant just now?"
Gu Yefeng still didn't speak, she stopped, and then walked around the wheelchair. When she saw that he was slowly falling asleep with his eyes closed, she took off her robe and put it on him. , then got up and pushed him forward again.
When she returned to Meixiang Palace, she carried him into the house, placed him carefully on the bed, covered the quilt, and caressed his haggard face these days, sipping on the corner of his lips, " They're all rude people."
She sighed in a low voice, got up, left the room, and walked straight into Yi Mu's bedroom. Looking from a distance, she saw the figure lying on the bed...
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Hug, dear friends, although the first two chapters are a bit sad, they have witnessed the growth of the heroine and the handsome men. Pirated readers, please detour!