Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, his fingertips slid across his back, "Master still has the strength to eat you."
Gu Yefeng raised his mouth slightly, "Now?"
Feng Aotian was stunned for a moment, then raised his jaw, "Are you doubting the Lord?"
Gu Yefeng raised his eyes and looked at her, his moderately thick lips pursed slightly, "Does the emperor dare?"
Her phoenix eyes squinted slightly, showing an air of deterrence, and the force around his waist became heavier and heavier, as if to break his waist, but Gu Yefeng looked at her without changing his expression.
"Let's see if you dare." Feng Aotian said, and suddenly picked him up by the waist, then flew out of the study, entered the inner hall, and threw him on the dragon couch.
Lan Jingshu watched the bright yellow curtain fall, he raised his eyes and looked at Yi Mu, "What's wrong with him today?"
"Jealous." Yi Mu raised his eyes, looked at him, replied softly, lowered his eyes, and continued to review the memorial.
Only then did Lan Jingshu react, but because Gu Yefeng was a little unusual today, he couldn't help laughing, and continued to work.
Feng Aotian stood beside the dragon couch, raised his hand, untied his coiled dragon jade belt, looked at Gu Yefeng who was lying down, rolled up his sleeves, and sat next to him, "Do you know what's wrong?"
Gu Yefeng raised his eyes and looked at her, Ru Luo's arms were exposed, his robes were scattered aside, his fingertips were touching his heart, and his voice was a bit charming, a bit idle, and a bit chilly.
"The fact that the minister said." Gu Yefeng replied stubbornly, his heart was faintly hot.
The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth turned deeper and deeper, her fingertips slowly descended from her heart, and with a light hook, she undid his belt, then turned him over, and heard a "pop" sound, Gu Yefeng He couldn't help but exclaimed, "Ah!"
Lan Jingshu and Yi Mu in the study heard the crisp sound, raised their eyes, glanced at each other, and continued to review the memorial with a low smile.
Gu Yefeng never thought that Feng Aotian would dare to... spank him
Feng Aotian raised his hand, looked at him, and asked in a deep voice again, "Do you know what's wrong?"
"That's right." Gu Yefeng climbed on the dragon couch and answered with a loud voice.
Feng Aotian's mouth twitched slightly, and then he raised his hand, "Pa" is another crisp slap.
Gu Yefeng hurriedly shouted, regardless of whether anyone heard it or not.
"Do you know what's wrong?" Feng Aotian lowered her head and looked at her buttocks with two slap prints, the corners of her mouth evoked a charming smile.
Gu Yefeng bit his lip and shook his head, "I'm right."
Feng Aotian then raised his hand and slapped his hand again, this time it sounded clearer, "Do you know what's wrong?"
She slapped patiently and asked once.
Gu Yefeng continued to shake his head, "Chen... That's right... "
Feng Aotian snorted coldly, lowered his head slightly, opened his mouth, and bit his butt fiercely.
"Ah!" Gu Yefeng shouted even louder this time, how could he bite in that place
He turned his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, his face was dyed with a layer of red frost, which looked very attractive.
Feng Aotian raised his head slightly and looked at him, "Do you know what's wrong?"
Gu Yefeng bit her lip tightly but did not speak, but her heart was beating like a drum, she actually...
Seeing that he didn't speak, Feng Aotian lowered his head again, and was about to bite down...
"I know it's wrong." Gu Yefeng hurriedly stopped and let her bite again, he was afraid that he would be tossed to death by her.
Feng Aotian raised his eyes, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a sly smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "You dare to disobey your words, but now you are even more daring."
Gu Yefeng blushed now, pursed his lips tightly without saying a word, just turned his head away and didn't look at her.
Feng Aotian looked at him funny, then got up, took the plaster, sat down, put the medicine on him, and said in a low voice, "Isn't it a point of time just now, but now it's so obedient again?"
Listening to her voice, Gu Yefeng simply closed his eyes. All he could see in his mind was the image of her biting his butt. He quickly lifted the soft pillow and put it on his head, really embarrassed.
Feng Aotian watched his movements, laughed loudly, and then said, "I'm afraid you'll be lying on your stomach these days. If you sit for a long time, it will hurt."
Gu Yefeng sullen his head and didn't go back to her, now it's too late to regret it.
Feng Aotian stepped forward, sat beside him, then hugged him into his arms, and threw the soft pillow in his hand aside, while Gu Yefeng closed his eyes tightly and did not look at her.
Feng Aotian lowered his head and kissed his lips, "It's still softer here."
Gu Yefeng raised his hand and was about to push her, but met her smiling eyes, lowered his eyes quickly, leaned in her arms, and whispered, "Your Majesty, I just want to stay by your side for more time."
The smile at the corner of Feng Aotian's mouth subsided, he lowered his head and rubbed his cheek, "You still have a lifetime to accompany you."
Gu Yefeng let out a low laugh, and put his hands around her waist, "It would be great if I could leave, so that I can accompany you at any time."
"When did you become sentimental?" Feng Aotian nodded his nose and smiled.
Gu Yefeng calmed down, raised his eyes, and looked at her, "The emperor can't do that kind of thing in the future."
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and said softly in his ear, "Master only uses it on you."
Gu Yefeng turned his head unnaturally, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Isn't the emperor going to go far?"
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "Reluctant to bear the Lord?"
"Who can't bear it?" Gu Yefeng quickly changed his face, how could he look like he was obedient just now.
The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, and then he hugged him and walked out of the inner hall.
Gu Yefeng leaned in her arms, stepped out of the inner hall, and walked to the study. He sat back on the soft couch again, then picked up the imperial pen, and silently reviewed the memorial.
Lan Jingshu and Yi Mu were naturally tacit and did not mention it.
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Yi Mu's complexion, which was much better than she had seen in the past few days, and then left the study.
After waiting for Feng Aotian to leave, Lan Jingshu set his eyes on Gu Yefeng, "It was really loud just now."
Gu Yefeng raised his eyes and looked at him, he naturally knew how loud his voice was, he glared at him fiercely, then lowered his head and continued to review the memorial.
Yi Mu chuckled softly, "It's true that the wicked have their own grind."
Gu Yefeng raised his eyes and panicked instantly, "Who do you call the villain?"
Yi Mu coughed, looked sideways, looked at him, "Angry?"
"Humph." Gu Yefeng snorted coldly, then lowered his eyes and said nothing.
Yi Mu glanced at Gu Yefeng, thinking that he must have been cleaned up just now, and smiled at Lan Jingshu, and then stopped teasing him.
Feng Aotian went straight to the side courtyard. At this time, it was the afternoon. In the quiet courtyard, Wu Feng was dressed in a snow-white brocade robe, standing in the courtyard drying herbs, his expression was indifferent and elegant.
Xing Wuyun, on the other hand, bent over and brushed the jar on the side, with a goose-yellow back, still so casual and flamboyant.
Feng Aotian stepped up and entered the side courtyard. Wufeng just raised his eyes and collided with hers. He smiled lightly, as if to say hello.
Feng Aotian nodded slightly and stood beside him, "Can you get used to living in the palace?"
"It's okay." Wu Feng replied lightly, following her handsome face, he saw the hickey on the neck, he chuckled softly, "Your Majesty is very comfortable these days."
Feng Aotian looked calm and replied with a smile, "Naturally, I want to be nice to the people around me."
Wufeng listened to her words, her eyes were slightly raised, and she was about to speak, when she heard Xing Wuyun's voice not far away, "Is the emperor here to see the minister?"
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, crossed Wufeng, walked up to his side, squatted beside him, and saw that his corner was sweating, she took out the silk handkerchief and wiped it gently for him.
Xing Wuyun smiled slightly, put down the jar in his hand, raised his water-soaked hands, and looked at her.
Feng Aotian smiled and picked up the silk handkerchief, wiped the water on his hand, took his hand and stood up, Xing Wuyun leaned weakly in her arms.
Looking at his appearance, Feng Aotian couldn't help frowning, "You don't want to be like this?"
Xing Wuyun leaned in her arms, raised his eyes, glanced at Wufeng, and then said, "No problem, Junior Brother said, I can do some activities properly."
Feng Aotian held his hand and checked the pulse. The pulse was stable, but she was still a little weak, she nodded slightly, "Well, although you can move, you must stop in moderation. When the master comes back, I can't see you like this. Looking sick."
Xing Wuyun's pair of peach blossom eyes showed a charming light, "Is the emperor going to see Xuanyuan Yu?"
The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, "It seems that the people around you are getting more and more jealous."
Xing Wuyun leaned against her, the two slowly walked forward, and when they reached the reclining chair, Feng Aotian helped him lie down, sat beside him, and looked at him with a smile.
"The emperor dares to say that it has nothing to do with him?" Xing Wuyun looked at him and whispered.
"Something is going to happen." Feng Aotian nodded faintly.
"The emperor said the truth?" Xing Wuyun clenched her hand, his tone was gloomy, but the smile at the corner of his eyes became more and more profound.
Feng Aotian looked at him, "Master's words are naturally consistent."
"Then the emperor is going alone?" Xing Wuyun asked immediately.
"Wei Zimo accompanies Master." Feng Aotian looked at him, "Unfortunately, you have to take care of yourself, otherwise, Master will let you go."
"You mean, I'm a backup?" A cold voice sounded, and a bright red figure slowly walked towards her.
Feng Aotian raised her eyes, and when she saw Wei Zimo's eyes gleaming with cold light and looking straight at her, she turned to look at Xing Wuyun, "Did you say that?"
Xing Wuyun just smiled and said nothing, just held Feng Aotian's hand and played with it boringly.
Wei Zimo stood behind her, as if a cold light completely blocked the strong sunlight, he stared at Feng Aotian's back, "Why don't you speak?"
Feng Aotian turned around and looked at him, "What about you?"
Wei Zimo leaned over slightly, bowed his head, and kissed her lips, although through the veil, he could still feel the softness of his lips and the anger spraying from his nose.
Feng Aotian's eyes sank slightly, thinking that his temper is really hot, turning his face when he says he turns his face, but he is still so domineering, it really makes her a little uncertain.
Xing Wuyun sat on the reclining chair in a good way, watching Wei Zimo kiss her in front of him, he curled his lips and smiled, and the smile was very deep.
Wufeng didn't expect Wei Zimo to have such a dissolute side. He turned his eyes, and when he saw the smile in Xing Wuyun's eyes, he turned around quickly. What drama is being staged now? Do two men win over one man
He had only heard of two men fighting for a woman and being jealous, but he had never seen two men fighting for a man so much.
Wei Zimo left Feng Aotian's lips, then took her hand in his own, and was about to take her away.
However, Xing Wuyun always held Feng Aotian's other hand, and the two were deadlocked.
Feng Aotian couldn't help but have a headache, turned his eyes, glanced at Xing Wuyun, raised his head slightly, looked straight at her, and then looked at Wei Zimo, who was on the side with a gloomy face, staring at her.
Feng Aotian's eyes sank, and then with a slight movement of his wrists, he pulled out her hands, then stood up, staring coldly at the two in front of him, "Show your hands to the Lord."
The two looked at each other, and then looked at Feng Aotian with a cold face, and Feng Aotian's eyes showed an unquestionable deterrence. Xing Wuyun knew that she was really angry.
Wei Zimo looked at Feng Aotian like this, then turned around and walked away, Feng Aotian said solemnly, "If you dare to take a step, you will never appear in front of the master."
Wei Zimo turned around, looked at her, pursed her lips slightly, and said in a low voice, "Are you telling the truth?"
Feng Aotian's eyes sank, "Is there anything you say doesn't count?"
"You clearly said that you like my temper, is this also fake?" Wei Zimo couldn't help asking.
Feng Aotian stood there and looked at him, "Master can spoil your temper, but he can't get used to you."
Wei Zimo lowered his eyes, then slowly approached her and stretched out his hand. He had never been so humble before, "What do you want to do?"
Feng Aotian looked at his obedient appearance, more and more lovable, she turned her eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, "How about you?"
Xing Wuyun raised his eyebrows and stretched out his hand indifferently.
Feng Aotian raised his hands, aimed at the hands of the two of them at the same time, and slapped them down, only to hear two crisp slaps, "Clap!" resounding through the sky.
Wufeng stood by and watched the good show. When he saw Feng Aotian like this, the two slaps were really not light. If this slap went down, not only would their hands be swollen, but even their own would be hurt.
Wei Zimo felt a burning pain in the palm of his hand. He raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, obviously a little stunned. For the first time, someone dared to hit his palm.
Xing Wuyun's palm was still flat. Although it hurt, her heart was warm. When she slapped her second slap, Xing Wuyun hurriedly held her hand, "Are you making me feel bad?"
Feng Aotian said solemnly, "Release!"
Xing Wuyun held on to it, "I'll fight it myself."
Feng Aotian's face was expressionless, his eyes were serious, his whole body exuded an air of awe, and he lowered his voice again, "Release!"
Seeing her like this, Xing Wuyun felt more and more pain in his heart, what was he doing, he really couldn't live by himself, he reluctantly opened his mouth, Feng Aotian turned his eyes, looked at Wei Zimo and stared at her blankly.
She then raised her hand, and hit it down again, very loudly. After ten hits, she gave up, her palm was already swollen, and even her fingers were shaking.
Feng Aotian looked at the two of them, "If this happens again next time, I will bite you to death."
Xing Wuyun got up from the reclining chair, completely ignoring the pain in his palm, but raised his other hand, lifted her hand, and looked at the bruise in his palm, his eyes were full of distress, "Compared to this, You should still bite your servant to death."
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "Do you really think that your father would not dare to bite you?"
Xing Wuyun smiled angrily, "Is the emperor biting less?"
Feng Aotian curled his lips slightly, lowered his head, looked at his palm, "Master is punishing you."
Xing Wuyun laughed lowly, raised his hand, and took her into his arms, "Your Majesty is letting the minister know what it means to be distressed."
Feng Aotian restrained his cold face, and a small smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Now you know that you feel bad?"
Xing Wuyun nodded and said, "I will not be careful in the future."
Feng Aotian wrapped his arms around his waist, "Everything should be done in moderation."
Wei Zimo stood on the side, looked at Feng Aotian, raised his hand all the time, he never knew that he was really distressed, and every time she hit him in the hand, it hurt his heart.
Feng Aotian left Xing Wuyun's arms and looked at Wei Zimo, "Did you make you foolish?"
Wei Zimo looked at her and whispered, "It hurts."
Feng Aotian didn't care about the swelling and pain in his hand, he held his swollen palm in his own, and said in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"
"Yeah." Wei Zimo nodded, feeling distressed.
Feng Aotian turned his eyes and saw that Wufeng had come over with the ointment for removing blood stasis and swelling, she took it, spread the ointment on his palm, and blew gently.
Wei Zimo just froze in place, watching her gentle movements and the pity in those eyes, he stepped forward and took her into his arms, "What should I do with you? Do you want to? Does it make me feel bad?"
Feng Aotian leaned against his arms and smiled softly, "You scared me."
Wei Zimo just hugged her tightly, so that he felt that his heart would not hurt.
Xing Wuyun stood on one side, looking at Wei Zimo like this, a look of sadness flashed in his eyes, maybe, only he could understand how much pain Wei Zimo felt at this moment.
Wufeng stood on one side and looked at Xing Wuyun, "Senior brother, do you want medicine on your hand?"
Xing Wuyun took the ointment in his hand, lowered his head, looked at his palm, and smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth, "I'm injured, and I can't clean the jar these days."
The corner of Wufeng's mouth twitched, "This ointment of mine has a miraculous effect on removing blood stasis and swelling. I guarantee that after tonight, your hands will return to their original state."
When Wufeng said, Xing Wuyun had already taken the medicine. He raised his eyes, looked at Wufeng, and gritted his teeth, "You are calculated."
Wu Feng said indifferently, "Senior brother, don't wrong the kindness of junior brother."
Xing Wuyun slipped the ointment into his arms, then raised his eyes and looked at Wei Zimo, "How long do you want to hold?"
Only then did Wei Zimo let go, lowered his head, looked at Feng Aotian's hand, took the ointment in her hand, raised her swollen palm, and put the medicine on.
However, his own palm is also swollen and sore now, Wufeng kindly stepped forward, kept a distance from Wei Zimo, and said, "Otherwise, let me provide the medicine."
"No." As soon as he finished speaking, two voices sounded, deafening.
Xing Wuyun and Wei Zimo raised their eyes and set their eyes on Wufeng. One of them held Feng Aotian's hand, lowered their heads, and applied medicine for her.
Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, looking at the two in front of her, and then looking at Wufeng shrugging her shoulders helplessly, she couldn't help but laugh.
Although, the two of them occasionally compete in secret, but at critical moments, they will still agree to the outside world.
After the drug was stopped, Feng Aotian was supported by Xing Wuyun and Wei Zimo and left the courtyard.
Wufeng looked at the three people who were leaving, his indifferent eyes flashed a dim light, then turned around, and continued to be busy drying the medicine.
Feng Aotian looked at the two people on the left and right who were carefully supporting her. It was a little funny. She hurt her hand, not her leg. Is it necessary to do this
The three walked slowly to the Emperor's dormitory, and saw that Lan Jingshu and the others had just finished reviewing the memorial, and seeing the two of them supporting Feng Aotian back, they thought something had happened to her, and hurried forward.
Lan Jingshu asked nervously, "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"
"It's alright." Feng Aotian looked at Lan Jingshu, raised his arm, and put it down.
Xing Wuyun hurriedly supported her again, "How can it be okay, I will help you sit down."
"Don't move." Wei Zimo said coldly.
Lan Jingshu looked at Feng Aotian, then at Wei Zimo and Xing Wuyun's expressions, and then lowered his head, only to see that Feng Aotian's open palm turned blue and purple.
He hurriedly stepped forward and held Feng Aotian's hands in his palms, "Your Majesty, your hand?"
Feng Aotian looked at Lan Jingshu, "It's okay, it's just swollen, and the swelling will go away tomorrow."
Gu Yefeng pushed the wheelchair forward, looked at her palm, and then looked at Xing Wuyun and Wei Zimo. Looking from his direction, he happened to see that the palms of the two were also red and swollen. With a sound, he pushed the wheelchair and turned aside.
Feng Aotian looked at Gu Yefeng, thinking that he must have guessed it. With the support of Xing Wuyun and Wei Zimo, she sat on the soft couch, Lan Jingshu sat beside her first, poured water, and fed herself. she.
Feng Aotian lowered his head, took a sip, and then raised his eyes, he saw Wei Zimo was staring at Lan Jingshu coldly, and Xing Wuyun had already sat beside her.
She couldn't help but have a headache. She didn't have the strength to hit anyone anymore. She looked at Lan Jingshu, "Go and prepare dinner, I'm hungry."
"Yes." Lan Jingshu replied, then got up and left.
Gu Yefeng was still sitting in a wheelchair, but he kept staring at her hand, and then he remembered his butt, which still hurts now.
Wei Zimo always stood beside her and whispered, "I'll go back first."
Feng Aotian knew that he didn't like being lively or touching people, so he nodded and said, "Go get ready."
Wei Zimo nodded, and then stepped out of the emperor's bedroom.
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Gu Yefeng, "Come here?"
Gu Yefeng ignored her, but stared straight at her, "Your Majesty is addicted to beating people today."
Feng Aotian replied in a low voice, "Well, but, I only bit you..."
Hearing this, Gu Yefeng hurriedly pushed his wheelchair forward, stayed in front of Feng Aotian, looked at her, "What's the emperor's order?"
Feng Aotian let out a low laugh, "It's just to let you come closer."
"The minister obeys the order!" Gu Yefeng's voice was low, and he could vaguely hear the sound of grinding his teeth.
Xing Wuyun stood on one side and looked at Feng Aotian, "What did the emperor do to him?"
Feng Aotian turned his eyes, looked at him, and said in a low voice, "Of course it's for him..."
"Your Majesty, this minister is thirsty." Gu Yefeng hurriedly raised his voice to stop it.
Xing Wuyun looked at Gu Yefeng so nervous, and knew that it must be interesting. He looked at her with a deep smile, "Your Majesty, I better not know, otherwise, Master Gu will be shy and hit the wall."
Feng Aotian replied with a smile, "Yes."
Gu Yefeng quickly took the cup that she had just drank beside her in his hand, lowered his head, and poured it violently.
Yi Mu looked at Gu Yefeng's panicked appearance, and then looked at the smile implicit in Feng Aotian's eyes. A faint smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and there was a light of relief in his eyes.
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Yi Mu, "Although I feel better, I still need to rest more."
"Yes." Yi Mu nodded, then backed away.
Lan Jingshu walked in, and seeing the strange atmosphere in the hall, he stepped forward and sat beside Feng Aotian, "Your Majesty, dinner is ready."
"En." Feng Aotian nodded, then got up, and the group walked to the table and took their seats.
Lan Jingshu stood by Feng Aotian's side and prepared vegetables for her, while Xing Wuyun took the vegetables and fed her personally.
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, watching Xing Wuyun take such initiative, he couldn't help joking, "Do you want the Lord to feed you?"
Xing Wuyun was stunned for a moment, and laughed loudly, "The emperor really understands the minister."
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, then opened his mouth, and then he took the vegetable in his hand and chewed it slowly.
Lan Jingshu looked at Feng Aotian with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and quietly placed the vegetables in her bowl.
Although Feng Aotian's hands were red and swollen, her personality dictated that she held chopsticks and used them herself.
A small figure ran in in a hurry. Seeing that they had already started to eat, they hurried over, "Holy Master, why didn't you wait for the meteor?"
Feng Aotian looked sideways, looked at him holding a water bag, and then asked, "What have you been doing?"
"Go find the holy spring." Meteor said, then turned around, poured a bowl of water from the water bag, and then brought it to the god dog.
The god dog raised his eyes, looked at Meteor sweating profusely, his cheeks were even more red, panting heavily, looking at it, it lowered his head, looked at the spring water in the bowl, his eyes lit up, and then he stuck out his tongue, Licked quickly.
Meteor raised his sleeves, wiped the sweat from his forehead, then turned around, jumped lightly, sat on the table, quickly scooped up a bowl of soup, and drank it.
Xing Wuyun watched Meteor really go to find the holy spring, and couldn't help sighing, this little devil, how firm his position was at the beginning, he didn't expect it to be so easy, so he was won by Wufeng.
Wei Zimo returned to the Floating Dream Palace alone, and sat on the soft couch in despair. All that came to her mind were the images of her slapping his palm just now, and what she said, vividly in my mind, so that I could see it. Her heart couldn't help beating.
He raised his eyes and looked at the sky outside the bedroom, but there was a trace of sadness in his heart that he had never felt before, and he whispered, "Bring me some wine."
Ting Feng replied in a low voice, "Master Hou, don't you have dinner first?"
Wei Zimo waved, "I want to meet quietly."
"Yes." Ting Feng replied, and hurriedly went to prepare wine.
After a while, Ting Yu walked in with the wine and food, prepared himself, and backed out.
Wei Zimo slowly got up, sat down at the table, poured a glass of wine, raised his head and drank it, his expression was very lonely.
In Qicheng, Xue Ke received news from Feng Aotian and asked her to rush to Xuanmo Country first and wait for her in Furong Pavilion.
Jin Yao was a little worried about her, and he couldn't get away from it, so he could only let the dark guard watch her secretly, and couldn't let her move the fetal gas.
Leng Qianye and Mu Hanyao have been at the border for the past few days, re-arming, they have been busy for ten days, and only have a moment's rest.
"Which step will the emperor take next?" Leng Qianye looked at the territory of other countries, raised his eyes, and asked Mu Hanyao.
"It should be Nan Huiguo." Mu Hanyao looked at the map in front of him and pointed at Nan Huiguo.
"However, Nan Huiguo now has Le Qiguo to help secretly, and Nan Yu has many good soldiers in his hands, so he should have been prepared." Leng Qianye lowered his head, looked at Nan Huiguo, and continued, "If you really want to attack, you should Where to start?"
"The emperor should go to Xuanmo Country in the past few days, and I don't know what will happen there." Mu Hanyao said worriedly.
Leng Qianye is also thinking about this, but now, he needs something to pass the time, otherwise, he will be thinking wildly.
He raised his eyes and looked at Mu Hanyao, "After the state of Qi was destroyed, the other states are now in secret contact, so I'm afraid it will be difficult to break through them one by one."
Mu Hanyao knew that Leng Qianye didn't know how to answer his question, so he calmed down and discussed with him.
"You're right, now, Bei Liguo wants to marry Wuyueguo and take the opportunity to annex Wuyueguo, while Nanhuiguo is a subsidiary country of Le Qiguo. If you move your whole body, you must find a breakable point." Mu Hanyao replied in a low voice, following Leng Qianye's question.
"Now, the situation in all countries is not clear, and they are all in a wait-and-see state. The three major powers cannot be shaken. If the other dependent countries are now intertwined, it will be even more difficult to break through." Leng Qianye is most worried now. This is it.
Mu Hanyao nodded and said, "What you and I think of, the emperor can also think of, we only look at the strategic deployment, and the emperor should look at the overall situation, you and I can discuss now, if we really send troops, what should we do? Fight, everything has to wait for the emperor's order."
Leng Qianye nodded, agreeing with Mu Hanyao's statement, "Then you and I will look at them one by one."
"Okay." Mu Hanyao nodded, and the two gathered around and began to discuss.
Jinyao stood outside Qicheng and watched Xueke leave in the carriage. A dim light flashed in her eyes. She didn't know when she would be able to meet again. She always felt that something important was going to happen.
After Feng Aotian finished his dinner, Lan Jingshu, Gu Yefeng and Yi Mu retreated.
In the hall, Xing Wuyun and her were left.
After Meteor finished his dinner, he raised his eyes and saw that the god dog had finished drinking the holy spring, and his spirit was much better. He took the god dog to the side courtyard.
Xing Wuyun held Feng Aotian's wrist, and the two sat on the soft couch. He looked at her, "Does the emperor know what your minister is thinking now?"
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Master, why don't you know you are so careful."
Xing Wuyun flattened her hands and watched the bruises gradually dissipate on the palms. He stuck to his cheeks distressedly and closed his eyes slightly, "The emperor can't punish the minister like this in the future, otherwise, the minister will hurt to death. ."
Feng Aotian looked at Xing Wuyun, thinking about the day when he saw him dying in the courtyard, but when he saw her, he didn't feel any discomfort, just smiled quietly, but now, because of her hand, Saying such distressing words.
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I've been sad for too long, let's have some fun, O(∩_∩)O~, I'll make up for yesterday's second update, oh my dear, dear friends...