Inside Wu Xie Sect, Xing Wuyun changed into a wisteria brocade robe, and is now lying reclining on a soft couch, listening to the wind in the mountains and looking at Xuanyue outside the window, with a comfortable expression, peach blossom eyes flowing, red lips slightly hooked, compared to Dressed in a goose-yellow brocade robe, it has a unique charm. If it was unruly before, it is now a bit more elegant.
He put down the wine glass unhurriedly, his fingertips ran across the lines on the edge of the wine glass, and his voice sounded a bit magnetic, "Open the way and let them in."
"Yes." The subordinate replied, just because the deployment was made early in the morning, now just obey.
Xing Wuyun put one arm on one side, and the other hand casually played with the wine glass, smiled and whispered, the breeze was a little, but it was also clearer than the wind.
The sound of weapons being handed over came from his ears. His eyes were slightly narrowed, but there was a bit of evil charm, and his red lips were slightly pursed, but just a flick of his finger, he heard a sound of breaking bamboo, and then the scream resounded through skyrim.
The brief noise did not last, and the subordinates came to report, "Sect Master, none of those who went up the mountain survived."
"Well." Xing Wuyun smiled again, and said leisurely, "Since you are here, why hide?"
As soon as the words fell, he saw a black shadow fall, holding the sword in his hand, standing in front of him, the coldness in those eyes, whoever looked at it felt infiltrating.
Xing Wuyun didn't look at the person in front of him, and said casually, "Since you're not dead, you can live well, so why come here to die?"
"Xing Wuyun, I'm going to kill you." Lu Yunxiu did not expect that the seamless situation she arranged was easily broken by him, and the last remaining people in Nishangmen are now buried here.
Xing Wuyun raised his eyes slightly and glanced at Lu Yunxiu, "Kill me?"
Lu Yunxiu snorted coldly, unsheathed the long sword, and stabbed him to the ground, but Xing Wuyun was unmoved, but raised his eyes and looked at her coldly.
Qingfeng's long sword stabbed straight into his face, seeing that the sword reached his eyebrows, but at the last moment, Lu Yunxiu stopped, only to hear a "bang", the cold sword slipped from her hand and fell to the ground, and She also fell to her knees.
She raised her eyes and looked at him resentfully, "You..."
"This door of innocence is ten miles away, and I set up a miasma. The moment you came in, it was already poisoned. Lu Yunxiu, there is a way to heaven, you don't go, and there is no door to hell, you want to break through. I have let you go, you Why bother to come to die?" Xing Wuyun didn't move at all, he still looked like a suave noble boy, but his eyes were filled with bloodthirsty murderous aura.
Lu Yunxiu raised her eyes and stared at him angrily, her eyes filled with bitter hatred, "Why do you do this to me?"
Xing Wuyun slightly bent his right leg, raised his body, and looked down at her condescendingly, "Why? Now you don't know, so I will leave you to hell to think slowly."
He sneered, his wrist moved, and his palm sucked up the long sword on the ground, and stabbed it straight into her face.
Lu Yunxiu stared at Lu Yunxiu unwillingly, "Xing Wuyun, I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost."
"There are many people who will not let me go even if I am a ghost. How old are you?" Xing Wuyun sneered indifferently, then waved, "Drag out."
"Yes." Seeing this, the subordinate hurried forward and carried Lu Yunxiu out, who had just died.
Xing Wuyun said solemnly, "Give me a good scrubbing of this place, there is a strange smell."
He is not a clean freak, but he doesn't like the smell of women other than Feng Aotian in his place.
If he hadn't come to deploy in advance, Wu Xie Sect would have suffered annihilation, just because Lu Yunxiu brought the disciples of Nishang Sect and had already made careful arrangements. More importantly, these disciples were contaminated with evil spirits. It should not be underestimated, but now that the matter has been resolved, he will be able to return to Beijing after a few more days.
Before dawn the next day, Leng Qianye and Mu Hanyao entered the palace early. When Feng Aotian got up, Lan Jingshu was still leaning against her arms.
Wei Zimo has indeed improved a lot in the past few days. The rash on his body has scabbed over and started to peel off slowly. In these days, instead of going to the secret room, he has to apply Wufeng's specially prepared medicine every day, covering his entire body. It's like there are thousands of ants biting, almost sleepless all night.
When Lan Jingshu woke up, Feng Aotian had already dressed properly and was now in the center of the hall, talking to Mu Hanyao and Leng Qianye.
He also got off the bed. After washing and dressing properly, he stepped out of the inner hall with a warm smile on his mouth. When he walked in front of Feng Aotian, he saluted, "Your Majesty."
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and said with a light smile, "I can't bear to wake you up when I see you are sleeping soundly."
When Lan Jingshu heard this, he couldn't help but get a blush on his face, and said warmly, "Your Majesty, I will go and order breakfast."
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded in response.
Lan Jingshu raised his eyes, nodded and said hello to Mu Hanyao and Leng Qianye, and then walked forward.
Feng Aotian looked at the back of his departure, knew that he was shy, and looked at Mu Hanyao and Leng Qianye, "Master guesses, Han Jin should be able to come out in the past two days, your brothers have not seen each other for a long time, You can also chat."
"Yes." After Mu Hanyao returned to the mansion last night, the old lady was naturally overjoyed when she saw him coming back. She dragged him to chat all night, and finally fell asleep.
"After Fu Zhuo and the others come back, they will choose an auspicious day to arrange the marriage of the two of them. It just so happens that they are all together in the past few days. I think that everyone has not been together for a long time."
"Okay." Leng Qianye replied with a smile.
When Meteor came back last night, he stayed in Xingyun Palace. Seeing no wind coming out early in the morning, he hurriedly greeted him.
Now, in the courtyard, I saw that Mr. Jiu was also there, so he leaned up and said, "Grandpa Jiu, how have you been retreating in the mountains these days?"
Eunuch Jiu raised his eyes and glanced at Meteor, and replied calmly, "It's okay."
Meteor supported his chin, looked at Eunuch Jiu for a long time, and wanted to speak out, but when he saw that he didn't care about him at all, he didn't turn his eyes, and looked at Wufeng, "You don't go to the Emperor's Palace, you haven't seen it yet. It's too cold, Qianye and Mu Hanyao."
Wufeng smiled indifferently, "I will see you sooner or later, don't be in a hurry, I will rush to see Mu Hanjin later."
Meteor nodded slightly, "Then I'll go with you."
"Well." Wufeng raised his eyes to look at Eunuch Jiu and asked with a smile, "Can Master Master have breakfast?"
Eunuch Jiu lifted his eyelids, "Don't delay the business."
"Disciple understands." When Wufeng heard it, he knew that Eunuch Jiu had already used it. He raised his eyes and looked at Meteor, "Let's go."
Meteor has always thought that Mr. Jiu was strange, but when he saw him back this time, it was even more strange.
"The Holy Master should be going, why don't you ask?" Meteor looked at Wufeng and reminded kindly.
Wufeng looked straight ahead and said lightly, "When she should go, she will go. It's the same for you and me waiting for her there."
Meteor nodded, and then followed Wufeng to the Wind Clan.
After Feng Aotian and Mu Hanyao, Leng Qianye and Lan Jingshu finished their breakfast, they went to the morning court.
However, since the brigade had not yet returned, the celebration banquet was not set up, and it was only held after Fu Zhuo and the others returned.
In the morning, it was natural to sing praises of virtue, and Feng Aotian must have praised Leng Qianye and Mu Hanyao.
After leaving the morning court, Lan Jingshu went to the Imperial Court for official business. Mu Hanyao and Leng Qianye returned to their respective houses. After all, they had been away from Beijing for too long, and there was not much time to spend with their old mother.
Feng Aotian returned to the Emperor's Bedroom Palace, changed into casual clothes, and went to the Floating Dream Palace.
Wei Zimo was wearing a veil and still wore a bright red brocade robe. He naturally knew that Feng Aotian had returned to the palace last night. Not only that, Leng Qianye and Mu Hanyao also returned to Beijing. He stood by the window alone, raising his eyes. Looking at the sky, thoughtful.
Feng Aotian stood outside the window and looked at him with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth. Although his face was covered with a veil, he could still vaguely see the scabs on his face.
Wei Zimo seemed to have expected Feng Aotian to come. When he was in pain, he thought of her, but now that she was by his side, he felt heartache, and he quickly hid his exposed hand in his sleeve. , He was wearing a high-collared brocade robe, which also covered the slender neck that used to be like jade. The whole person was like wrapped in a chrysalis, afraid that she would see any flaws.
She just stood and looked at him with a smile, even if he turned his head and left, or turned her away, she just wanted to be by his side, even if only for a while.
Sure enough, the staring at each other didn't last for a while, and Wei Zimo quickly turned around, entered the inner hall, lay on the bed, lowered the curtains, and said in a low voice, "Go back."
Feng Aotian stood outside the window, watching motionlessly. He asked her to go back like this
She understood the pain in his heart, her figure flashed, she entered the bedroom from the window, stepped up, and slowly approached him.
Wei Zimo hurriedly wrapped the quilt around himself, turned around, panic-filled eyes, and looked a little excited, "Do you want me to die?"
Feng Aotian's footsteps stopped for a while, and then when he was about to roar, he saw the curtain move a little, and he was taken into her arms by her, holding him tightly.
Wei Zimo's body trembled uncontrollably. After feeling the long-lost warmth, his heart seemed to be torn apart, and he quickly raised his hand to push her away.
However, Feng Aotian hugged him domineeringly, his whole body exuding a cold air, which was enough to extinguish the anger that erupted from him. He couldn't help but use his inner strength to try to shake her arm away.
Feng Aotian still hugged him tightly, and said in a low voice, "If you want to cripple my arms, then you should use your strength. I won't let go anyway."
"What's the trouble with you?" Wei Zimo knew that he was powerless to struggle, he raised his eyes, and the water was already sparkling in the flow.
Feng Aotian lowered his head and gently rubbed his lips through the veil, "What about you?"
Wei Zimo sneered, "Don't you know my heart, why do you have to make me suffer?"
Feng Aotian only knew that he was thin, and the whole person was very light to hold. The once glamorous and noble Wei Zimo was now like a broken puppet, without any vitality.
"If you don't want me to see your current appearance, then I will close my eyes, okay?" Feng Aotian lowered his voice, as if begging.
Wei Zimo stared at her in a daze, the heart barrier that he had finally built up completely collapsed at this moment. He knew how much he wanted her to stay by his side, but he was afraid that she would see such an unbearable self. .
He raised his head and roared. This was the first time in all these years that he felt the helplessness of the facts, the first time he felt that he was so useless.
Feng Aotian listened to his almost collapsed roar, she hugged him tightly and closed her eyes, "I don't look at you, I just stay with you like this."
As she spoke, she let go of him, put the quilt over his body, turned her body sideways, closed her eyes, and felt his breath. It was not as strong as before. Her whole body exuded the smell of medicine. Her heart was here. For a moment, he was torn apart with his roar.
Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at the face that was so close at hand. Only then did he know that he was so nostalgic and missed. In the past half-month, he has endured the scourge of hell, he has tasted all the pain, but as long as Looking at her like this, he felt that these pains were nothing, and then he knew that it was because he loved her miserably.
Feng Aotian could feel his unsteady breath, she patted gently across the quilt, "Go to sleep with you."
Wei Zimo was tired, not only physically, but also exhausted, leaving him with no strength at the moment. With tears in the corners of his eyes, he slowly closed his eyes, and after a while he heard his even breathing. Sound, she understood, he hadn't had a good rest for a long time.
She raised her hand distressedly, wanting to caress his face lightly, but she was afraid of waking him up, she twitched her fingertips, and gently painted through the air.
Wufeng went to the medicine house, and when he saw that there was no one in the medicine house, he knew that Mu Hanjin had woken up.
Meteor probed for a while, then turned around and rushed outside. As soon as he reached the door, he bumped into Mu Hanjin.
He raised his eyes, rolled his eyes, and saw that Mu Hanjin's face was a little pale, but the whole person looked much better.
This time he absorbed the poisonous blood much faster than the last time. He woke up before dawn. The moment he opened his eyes, he didn't see the person he missed day and night, and he knew something must have happened. Therefore, he left Yaolu and went to listen to Qingfeng's report. Only then did he know that during this time, so many things had happened outside, and he knew even more that the elder brother and Leng Qianye also returned to Beijing, and he was naturally happy in his heart. of.
He raised his eyes and looked at Wufeng who was walking out, and then he went up to them. They were all graceful and graceful, one was as elegant as water, the other was light and windy, one was wearing a crescent brocade robe, and the other was Wearing snow-white brocade robes, the two of them are like old friends who haven't seen each other for a long time, but they nodded slightly to say hello.
"Now that you're awake, but you want to go back to the palace?" Wufeng asked Mu Hanjin, looking at him.
Mu Hanjin nodded and said, "I want to go out."
"Let's go now?" Wufeng asked.
"I'll clean up first, can you have breakfast?" Mu Hanjin asked warmly.
"No." Meteor hurried forward and interjected.
Mu Hanjin looked down at Meteor, raised his hand to touch his hair, "Then go to breakfast first, I just ate some."
"Okay." Meteor nodded hurriedly.
No wind just smiled.
Feng Aotian accompanied Wei Zimo for a whole day, but she felt like a long time had passed. If she hadn't been able to feel his breath, she was afraid that he would leave her like this. Now she knows that she is also afraid. when.
When Mu Hanjin returned to the palace, it was already noon. Lan Jingshu had just returned from the Imperial Court and entered the palace of the emperor. He saw Mu Hanjin sitting upright on the soft couch. He was stunned for a moment before reacting. Come over, take a few steps forward, stand in front of him, and look at him, "Looking a little worse, and a lot thinner."
Mu Hanjin smiled and looked at Lan Jingshu, "How are you doing these days? You are the only one supporting now."
"It's okay." Lan Jingshu smiled lightly, "I'll be waiting for your return now."
Mu Hanjin smiled warmly, "I've only stayed for a few days, and my illness hasn't healed yet."
As soon as Lan Jingshu heard it, he already understood, and immediately sat on the side, "When did you arrive?"
"It's been a while." Mu Hanjin sat alone.
Lan Jingshu poured tea and handed it to him, "At this time, the emperor should be in the Floating Dream Palace."
"I heard about him." Mu Hanjin whispered.
"Yeah." Lan Jingshu nodded, "Compared to you, I think I'm really lucky."
Mu Hanjin said with a smile, "Yes."
The two haven't been sitting together to talk for a long time, and now it seems that they have accumulated too many words, but they can't talk about it for a while. Looking at each other's situation, they are full of emotion.
Meteor followed Wufeng to the side courtyard. He sat beside the stone bench and watched Mr. Jiu still brewing wine, while Wufeng was quietly standing aside to dry the medicine, very quiet.
His eyes kept falling on Eunuch Jiu, and he kept rolling his eyes, thinking about how to ask
Eunuch Jiu ignored him and kept busy as if nothing had happened.
In the evening, Wei Zimo woke up faintly, the lights in the bedroom were not lit, and through the cold moonlight, he saw that pair of eyes looking at him in a chaotic manner.
He breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately it was dark, he was now used to the feeling of being alone in the dark, and he didn't need to light the lights, so no one could see his terrifying appearance.
"Are you hungry?" Feng Aotian's voice came, but it was so soft.
Wei Zimo's mind moved, of course he knew that Nan Huiguo was taken back, and she took another step forward. He was wrapped in a quilt, turned sideways, and stared at her blankly.
Feng Aotian approached slowly, slipped his hands into the quilt, and took him into his arms, "Dinner with Master."
Wei Zimo nodded lightly, leaning against her like this, he felt content.
Feng Aotian sat up halfway and supported him against the bed. She got out of the bed and had been instructed to listen to the wind earlier to prepare a meal. She took the moonlight and brought it over, but just lit a lamp on the side. Very faint, through the curtain, only vaguely see each other's faces.
Wei Zimo's heart warmed, knowing that she was taking care of him, Feng Aotian picked up the bowl and fed him personally, "Master comes to accompany you to eat every day."
Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at her uneasily, as if he wanted to take back all the thoughts of these days. He was afraid that he would not be able to survive, and that he would leave her. At this moment, he understood , death is not terrible, the terrible thing is that she can't accompany her to grow old.
There was silence in the bedroom, even the sound of the spoon hitting the bowl was so soft, the only thing that could be felt was the sound of each other's heartbeats.
Feng Aotian personally fed him, then helped him to lie down, just looked at her with a smile, "Master will accompany you to talk."
Wei Zimo looked at the time and whispered, "Go back, they are all waiting for you."
"It's okay, my lord will accompany you." Feng Aotian took him into his arms and said softly.
Wei Zimo looked up at her, "I want to apply medicine."
Feng Aotian paused for a moment, his eyes dimmed, then he let go of him and got off the bed, "Okay."
Seeing her, Wei Zimo left like this, his heart was being tugged fiercely, he suddenly got out of the bed and took her into his arms, "No, no."
Feng Aotian lowered her eyes and looked at the scabs on the hands that surrounded her arms, but she could only pretend that nothing had happened, turned around slowly, and hugged him, "As long as you say, Master will agree. you."
Wei Zimo leaned in her arms, but the corners of her eyes were sour, she bit her lip, "Don't come again."
Feng Aotian knew what he was thinking, and he didn't want her to see what he looked like now, so she replied softly, "Okay."
Only then did Wei Zimo slowly let go of her, turned around abruptly, and got into the bed, isolating her from the curtain once again.
Feng Aotian pursed his lips slightly, turned around and stepped out of the bedroom.
Her breath slowly dissipated, and it wasn't until he felt the piercing cold that he realized that he didn't want her to leave for a moment.
He sat up quietly, rolled up his cloud sleeves, and looked at the hideous scabs on it. He curled up and folded his arms. This kind of torment was too painful.
Feng Aotian left the Floating Dream Palace and walked slowly on the cold corridor, letting the cold wind blow, and it would be winter in half a month. She looked up at the cold moon in the night sky, but felt the coldness .
Looking from a distance, I saw an elegant figure slowly approaching her, she walked forward step by step, and the figure gradually became clear.
I don't know how long it took, when he saw the long-awaited face clearly standing in front of her, he just raised his thin lips and smiled faintly.
She stepped forward, opened her arms, wrapped her arms around his waist, pressed her cheeks to his chest, felt his breath, and he made it through again, didn't she
Mu Hanjin said warmly, "If it is a minister, now I don't want the emperor to see the appearance of the minister ugly."
Feng Aotian nodded lightly, "I just want them to stay safe and sound by my side."
Mu Hanjin hugged her tightly, letting her feel her own breath and letting her know that he was standing right in front of her now.
"Go back to Qinghui Palace." Feng Aotian raised his eyes to look at him and said softly.
"Okay." Mu Hanjin replied with a smile, wrapped her arms around her waist, and flew towards Qinghui Palace.
When the two entered the Qinghui Palace, Feng Aotian pressed him down on the soft couch without saying a word, and kissed his lips, but not as rough as before, but sucked gently.
Knowing her current mood, Mu Hanjin wrapped her arms around her waist, allowing her to tear her clothes and strip them off. She hugged his toes lightly and landed on the bed. The clothes were scattered on the ground, but they were beautiful.
Feng Aotian lowered her head and kissed his eyebrows, his jade-like skin, and everything he had. In front of him, she slowly unbuttoned her clothes until she took off her corset. That's what caught his eye.
She raised her arm and took off the jade crown on her head. The blue silk was scattered on her chest, blocking the beautiful scenery. She lowered her head and kissed his lips again.
Mu Hanjin remembered that Jiu Ye when he died the second time. At that time, because he was a little weak, so although he was lingering every day, he was not as bewitched as he is now.
The night was filled with the warmth of the hibiscus, and after some extreme lingering, Feng Aotian leaned against Mu Hanjin's arms, slid his fingertips over his chest, raised his eyes and looked at him, "This time I have improved a lot from the last time. ."
Mu Hanjin listened to her saying such words, her face was already flushed, but now it became more and more red, he hugged her tightly, "I will be better next time."
Feng Aotian felt that this was physical labor, and it was more tiring than killing her. She kept yawning, leaning in his arms, feeling each other's breath, "I'm tired."
Mu Hanjin's brows and eyes showed a faint glow. He turned his body and took her all into his arms, "That minister accompanies the emperor to bed."
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded and then fell asleep peacefully.
The next day before dawn, Feng Aotian got up slowly, and felt sore all over. It seems that the matter of bedding needs to be done frequently, otherwise, it is really not good to come here once in a while and make her feel so uncomfortable. .
Feng Ao got down on the bed, and Mu Hanjin was already dressed and was waiting for her.
She tilted her head and looked at him, "You look good."
Seeing that Feng Aotian was walking very slowly, Mu Hanjin could naturally hear the meaning of Feng Aotian's words, and then stepped forward and whispered, "My minister, pay attention next time."
Feng Aotian asked incomprehensibly, "What are you paying attention to?"
"Try to be gentle." Mu Hanjin blushed and whispered.
Feng Aotian snorted coldly, "Can you really be gentle? That's weird."
Mu Hanjin's face turned even redder. Of course he knew that when it really happened, he had already left all his rationality behind, so how could he be gentle? What's more, he is also a newbie.
Seeing his embarrassed appearance, Feng Aotian then held his hand, "If you don't take bath and change your clothes, you have to make up for it."
Mu Hanjin nodded with a slight smile, and then said, "The emperor's past few days were not suitable for intercourse."
"Well, Sunflower Water will be here in a few days." Feng Aotian nodded, thinking that it's better now, how fast or not each month goes by, depends on whether Sunflower Water is diligent or not.
Mu Hanjin hadn't served her in washing and dressing for a long time. Looking at the bronze mirror, her face became more and more bright and moving. He suddenly became selfish and wanted to hide all her beauty from anyone else.
However, he knew better that there were too many people around her that she couldn't let go, and as long as he could stay by her side like this, he was already content.
After Feng Aotian was properly dressed, the two finished their breakfast and left Qinghui Palace holding hands. Lan Jingshu was ready and stood outside the palace, waiting for her to come out.
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Mu Hanjin, "After the morning ceremony, you can go back to the mansion to have a good time with Han Yao."
Mu Hanjin nodded, "Yes."
Feng Aotian held his hand, took a step forward, held Lan Jingshu's hand in his palm, and asked softly, "Can I have breakfast?"
"I've already used it." Lan Jingshu raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian's brows, which could not be concealed. He couldn't help but stunned. He happened to see the hidden kiss mark in the front of the clothes. He raised his eyes and looked at Mu Han. Jin, seeing his appearance like a spring breeze, seemed to know something, his eyes flashed with sadness, and he didn't say anything.
Seeing him like this, Feng Aotian curled his lips and slowly approached him, "How come you look dissatisfied in the early morning?"
Lan Jingshu froze, his face flushed red, and he lowered his head, "I don't have it."
Feng Aotian laughed loudly in a good mood, and lightly pinched his palm with his fingertips, "Really?"
"Your Majesty." Lan Jingshu raised his eyes, unavoidably anxious.
Mu Hanjin looked at Lan Jingshu with a smile on the corner of his mouth, but was stared straight at by Lan Jingshu. Now, he can't wait to find a seam to burrow into.
Feng Aotian held the hands of the two of them and walked slowly to the emperor's bedroom, when he saw Meteor standing in the bedroom, looking at her with a smile.
"You still know how to come back?" Feng Aotian said coldly.
Meteor stepped forward quickly, hugged Feng Aotian's thigh, and said with a smile, "Holy Master, isn't Meteor always in front of you?"
"Really?" Feng Aotian raised his foot, kicked him away, and then walked forward.
Meteor quickly leaned up again, raised his head and looked at Feng Aotian, "Holy Master, didn't you find it strange that Eunuch Jiu came back this time?"
"Don't think that you don't know your thoughts." Feng Aotian looked down at him, "It's better not to know some things."
Meteor curled the corners of his mouth, quickly retracted the hand holding Feng Aotian's thigh, then jumped slightly, sat on the side, and turned his attention to Mu Hanjin again, seeing that his complexion was better than yesterday Ruddy a lot, he said maliciously, "It seems that someone is *once."
Mu Hanjin was slightly startled, raised his hand to imitate Feng Aotian Suri's appearance, and hit Meteor on the head, "What do children know?"
Meteor covered his head, raised his eyes to look at Mu Hanjin, then looked at Lan Jingshu, and said quietly, "Look, people who are also Holy Masters, this is the difference."
Obviously, Meteor was saying that Feng Aotian was partial.
Feng Aotian looked at Meteor, "I think you have been too leisurely recently and want to go back to the altar."
Meteor pouted and looked at Feng Aotian sadly, "Holy Master can't threaten Meteor with this trick every time."
"Whatever tricks are useful, use them. You can't get enough of them after a hundred trials." Feng Aotian said lightly.
Meteor got down on the soft couch angrily, and stepped out of the emperor's bedroom in a dejected manner.
Feng Aotian looked at his small figure, raised his eyes to look at Mu Hanjin, "Go to the side courtyard to see Wufeng."
Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Aotian and replied with a smile, "Okay."
Feng Aotian then got up and took Lan Jingshu's hand to Zaochao, while Mu Hanjin watched her leave, and then went to the side courtyard.
Today’s father-in-law was nowhere to be seen in the early morning. Wufeng had just finished his breakfast when he saw Meteor rushing in, sitting glumly on the stone bench, turning his head, as if he was in a fit of anger.
He sat beside him slowly, "What's the matter?"
"It's nothing." Meteor snorted coldly, then raised his eyes to look at Wufeng, and whispered, "Can't you take the initiative?"
"Initiative?" Wufeng thought that his thoughts were changing so fast, and he just looked like he was going to eat people, and now he turned the topic to him.
"That's right." Meteor began to come up with ideas, "Look at Mu Hanjin, how active, only active children can eat meat."
As soon as Wufeng heard it, he knew the meaning of Meteor's words, he just smiled lightly, "This matter can't be rushed."
Meteor couldn't help but feel a little anxious, and said quickly, "When will you wait?"
Wu Feng looked at Meteor, "What's wrong with you?"
Meteor rolled his eyes, "It's nothing."
Wufeng saw that his emotions came and went quickly, but it was just a chuckle, and he continued to work on his own affairs.
After a while, he saw Mu Hanjin walking in, Wufeng felt the breath, and he looked up to see him.
"Seeing that your complexion has improved a lot, it seems that last night was a great supplement." Wufeng is a genius doctor, so he can naturally know what happened last night from his breath and demeanor, and more importantly, Meteor Shicai is quick-witted. Say it.
Mu Hanjin listened to Wufeng's seemingly ordinary words, but it was full of ridicule. He coughed a few times, then stepped forward and sat down, "What about Hou Xiaoyao?"
"You are really generous." Wufeng said with a sideways glance, sitting on the stone bench, pouring a cup of tea for Mu Hanjin.
Mu Hanjin picked up the teacup and took a sip, "The emperor is very worried about him."
"As long as you can survive the eighth day of next month," Wufeng said lightly, looking at Mu Hanjin, "You and my senior brother are very familiar."
"We've been together since childhood, so we're naturally familiar with each other. However, each of us has his own hidden side. Fortunately, the one person we both like now is naturally familiar." jealousy or anger.
Maybe he has experienced life and death, and he can look down on things that he couldn't see in the past. Now, his temperament is very stable.
Wu Feng nodded slightly, "No wonder she treats you differently."
Mu Hanjin smiled warmly, "The emperor didn't see someone who liked him, she has her own judgment, she used to be too lonely and persistent, so now, she hopes that the person she cares about will be with you. by her side."
"Who cares?" Wu Feng whispered.
Mu Hanjin looked at her, "You are also someone the emperor cares about, otherwise, she would not keep you by her side."
Wu Feng smiled lightly, "Really?"
Although Mu Hanjin didn't know what happened between them and how it started, he could see that Feng Aotian had him in his heart, although not like he or others. Strong, but there are, however, this feeling needs to be gradually intense, from light to strong.
He put down the teacup and looked at Wufeng, "If you are willing to wait, you can keep the clouds open and see the moonlight."
The corners of Wufeng's mouth were slightly raised, and the calm eyes flashed a sullen look, "I'm afraid there is not much time."
Mu Hanjin paused slightly, "You want to leave?"
"Well." Wufeng nodded, "But, not now."
"Everyone has their own ambitions." Mu Hanjin didn't force it, he only knew that if he missed it, it would be a lifetime event.
Wufeng looked at Mu Hanjin, then fell down, "I understand what you want to say."
"It's fine if you understand." Mu Hanjin smiled warmly.
Meteor stared at the two people in front of him, playing a riddle. He put his hands on his chin and sighed faintly. He had never seen such a stable harem before, and he couldn't help but feel that the Holy Master was still skilled.
After Feng Aotian left the morning court, it was convenient for Leng Qianye and Mu Hanyao to return to the Imperial Palace, and Mu Hanjin also counted the time and returned from the side courtyard.
When Mu Hanyao turned around, he saw Mu Hanjin entering. His cold eyes flashed with excitement. He stepped forward, held Mu Hanjin's shoulders, and said in a low voice, "Seeing that you are all right, I feel at ease. "
Mu Hanjin raised his eyes to look at Mu Hanyao. After several lives and deaths, he went round and round through the gate of hell, and his temperament had long since been smoothed out, but the only things he couldn't let go of were his beloved and his family.
He smiled and said, "Big brother, second brother would like to congratulate you on your triumphant return."
Mu Hanyao gave Mu Hanjin a brother's hug, "These days, you will accompany eldest brother to chat more."
"Okay." Mu Hanjin replied with a slight smile. When he turned his eyes, he saw Leng Qianye standing in one place. He took a step forward, "Brother Leng."
"Yeah." Leng Qianye nodded, "I'm relieved to see you are safe and sound."
"Congratulations, Brother Leng." Mu Hanjin said with a smile.
Feng Aotian sat on the soft couch and looked at them in front of him. He felt a lot of joy in his heart. It seemed that it had not been lively for a long time. Evil sect, Zi Mo must be reluctant to go out, Gu Yefeng is in Caiguo, and Yi Mu...
Fortunately, they were still there, she said with a light smile, "Today, if you are happy, you will hold a banquet at Qinghui Palace and accompany you to drink a few drinks."
"Yes." The three responded in unison.
In the middle of the night, laughter and laughter came from the Qinghui Palace.
Since the day Mu Hanjin went to the Wind Clan, this Qinghui Palace has been very cold, and now, it is rare and lively.
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at the people sitting in front of her. Wufeng did not come. Therefore, now there are only Leng Qianye, Mu Hanyao, Mu Hanjin, Lan Jingshu, and Meteor sitting around. Even with only these few people, she felt very lively.
She toasted and looked at them, "It's all silent."
Everyone raised their wine glasses, yes, their love for her, her love for them, and the various things they have experienced with each other, why do they need to come out one by one, everything is in their hearts.
Feng Aotian looked at Mu Hanjin, "I haven't heard you play flute for a long time."
"Chen Xian is ugly." Mu Hanjin got up slowly, and took the white jade flute that Huanxi handed to him. He leaned on one side under the fallen locust tree, the moon shadow was in the breeze, and the crescent brocade robe moved with the wind, as handsome as jade His face showed a touch of elegance, he closed his eyes slightly, and the sound of Xiao sounded slowly, but it was inexhaustible lingering sorrow.
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