Wei Zimo stood alone in the bedroom, listening to the sound of the flute in his ears, which was gentle and long, like a long mountain range, showing tenderness.
The corners of his mouth evoked a shallow smile, but it was so bitter.
Wufeng sat alone in the courtyard of the side courtyard, unsealed a jar of self-brewed wine, and tasted it slowly.
Feng Aotian hadn't been so happy for a long time. Looking at them in front of her, she remembered what had happened over the past year. She suddenly felt as if she had passed a long period of time. Fortunately, they were still by her side.
Several people were drinking, chatting, or saying some jokes, and the time passed very quickly. Before you knew it, it was dawn. Even if you drank too much wine, you were still not sleepy.
Feng Aotian put down the empty wine jar, slowly got up, and stretched out.
Leng Qianye looked up at her with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth. He slowly got up and walked to her side, but he took her into his arms without hesitation, "Your Majesty."
"Drunk?" Feng Aotian saw that his lips were slightly pursed, his face was slightly drunk, and his handsome face was now even more extraordinary. She leaned in his arms and listened to his faint breathing.
"I am very happy." Leng Qianye continued.
When Feng Aotian saw his appearance, the corner of his mouth twitched, "What else?"
"I miss the emperor." Leng Qianye whispered, then took her hand and walked out slowly.
Mu Hanjin raised his eyes to look at Mu Hanyao, "Brother Leng is really drunk."
"Speak the truth after drinking." Mu Hanyao looked at Mu Hanjin and got up slowly, "It's already bright, you and I should go back to the house first."
"Okay." Mu Hanjin replied with a smile, then got up, raised his eyes to see that Lan Jingshu had fallen asleep by the side, and seemed to be drunk and unconscious.
Meteor was burping his wine, and he was incapable of drinking, and he kept greedy for a glass. Now he is holding a wine jar, snoring, and laughing from time to time.
The cold wind in the early morning blew away the two of them, wafting away the residual alcohol smell, but Leng Qianye hugged Feng Aotian tightly in her arms, not willing to let go.
Feng Aotian looked at him sideways, "I became more clingy when I was drunk."
Leng Qianye let out a low laugh, then lowered his head and kissed her lips, "Your Majesty is really fragrant."
The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, it seemed that he was really drunk, she couldn't help laughing, seeing the magnificent smile on his face, Ying Ting's nose rubbed against her cheek, those thin lips pursed slightly, and both hands pressed her against her. Imprisoned in his arms, the dust-like face is close at hand.
She couldn't help laughing. It turned out that Leng Qianye looked like this when she was drunk. She lowered her head and placed his lips on his lips. In such a large audience, although this palace belongs to her, she has never been so bold.
What's more, the people in front of them, one is the domineering and cold emperor, and the other is the mighty and indifferent general. Such a shocking scene was staged in the early morning, and the eunuchs and maids on both sides were so frightened that they knelt on the ground, afraid to let out the air.
Feng Aotian didn't mind, everyone in the world knew that Leng Qianye belonged to her.
The lilac brocade robe, the refined face, and the now somewhat charming smile make it a little more detached from the worldly beauty.
Feng Aotian wrapped his arms around his waist, flew away, and entered the emperor's bedroom in a flash. When she was about to do something, she saw him fall asleep like this when she was about to put him on the dragon couch.
Feng Aotian couldn't help holding his forehead to look at the sky, and then covered him with a quilt, while he also lay on one side and fell asleep with him.
Mu Hanjin and Mu Hanyao left the palace in a carriage.
There were only two brothers left in the carriage, Mu Hanyao was sitting on one side, even if he was drunk, he was still cold, "Although I don't know what happened to you, I just hope you are safe and sound. ."
Mu Hanjin raised his eyes and looked at Mu Hanyao. He wanted to ask him if he knew the real identity of the emperor, but then he thought that it would be better for the emperor to tell him personally, so he replied, "Don't worry, big brother, I will take care of myself. ."
"Yeah." Mu Hanyao nodded, "The emperor seems to be strong, but he actually has a fragile side."
"Big brother and the emperor..." Mu Hanjin raised his eyes and looked at him, "Have you seen each other honestly?"
When Mu Hanyao heard this, an unnatural look flashed on his face, "No."
Mu Hanjin lowered his eyes and said warmly, "Big brother, take care of yourself. The emperor's thoughts on big brother are no worse than second brother."
"Yeah." Mu Hanyao nodded lightly, looked up at his current expression, remembered the past, and couldn't help saying, "I didn't expect you and my brother to fall in love with the same person."
Mu Hanjin smiled warmly, "Brother, remember when I was weak, you asked me, what kind of woman will I marry in the future?"
"Yeah." Mu Hanyao nodded. You carried the wine, looked at the moon and said, "I don't want to conquer the city and the country, but I want to share the same tastes."
"Yes." Mu Hanjin replied with a smile, "Now I think she is the most rare person in the world."
Mu Hanyao replied with a slight smile, "Not bad."
After noon, when Feng Aotian woke up, Leng Qianye was still asleep, she got up, got off the dragon couch, raised her eyebrows, and then stepped out of the emperor's bedroom.
Wei Zimo couldn't sleep peacefully last night due to itching all over his body, and, thinking of the laughter and the sound of the flute from the Qinghui Palace, how could he sleep peacefully
Feng Aotian walked to the Floating Dream Palace unknowingly, just tapped her toes, and flew down on the eaves, looking at the bright red figure, she immediately sat down and quietly accompanied him without saying a word.
After sitting for an hour, she flew away.
When he returned to the emperor's bedroom, he saw that Leng Qianye had woken up. After taking a bath, he changed his clothes and sat on the soft couch, holding a scroll to read.
Feng Aotian smiled and stepped forward, holding his hand, "Wake up so early?"
"The emperor is not by the side of the minister, how can the minister sleep?" Leng Qianye put down the scroll, leaned against her tightly, and said softly.
Feng Aotian smiled lightly, "When did you become glib?"
"Can the emperor accompany the minister today?" Leng Qianye looked up at her, thinking that since Nan returned to the country that day, he has not been alone with her.
Feng Aotian listened to his words, smiled and said, "Do you have any place you want to go?"
Leng Qianye looked down at her, "Does the emperor have a place to take his ministers?"
Feng Aotian's eyes turned slightly, Leng Qianye seemed to be indifferent, but in fact, she was hiding her inner thoughts. She hooked his chin and slowly approached, "I just want to take you to the couch."
Leng Qianye laughed dumbly, and then he had to untie his clothes.
Feng Aotian slid his hands around his waist and caressed his back, "You haven't visited the capital for a long time, how about we go out for a stroll like ordinary people?"
"Okay." Leng Qianye held her hand in his palm and lowered his head to kiss.
Feng Aotian got up and changed into civilian clothes, and then, took his hand and left the palace.
Walking on the not prosperous street, Feng Aotian and Leng Qianye walked side by side. She imitated Xing Wuyun, playing with the folding fan in her hand, and looked at Leng Qianye sideways, "What did you do in the capital in the past?"
Leng Qianye raised her eyes and looked at the street in front of her, with a smile on her indifferent face, "Since I was a child, my father has guarded the border gate, and as the eldest son of the Lengfu, I naturally have to take the responsibility that I have, every time I come out At that time, it was just chatting with a few fox friends in one place."
"Huh?" Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "How to chat?"
"It's just to find an elegant place, listen to music and drink, and say some irrelevant things." Leng Qianye replied in a low voice.
Feng Aotian's eyes shattered with a hint of coldness, "Elegant place? More elegant than Lord's Furong Pavilion?"
Leng Qianye couldn't help laughing, "The emperor is jealous?"
"Hmph." Feng Aotian said by default, "Since there is such an elegant place, wouldn't it be a pity if you don't go?"
"That place, the emperor has been there." Leng Qianye continued.
"What's it called?" Feng Aotian asked.
"To the west of the suburbs, there is a pavilion built next to the water called Yayin, where the minister first met the emperor." Leng Qianye said softly.
Feng Aotian looked at him, "Isn't it when you came back from the army?"
"At that time, the emperor was still a lord, and the one who came with the previous emperor should be considered a private visit, and the minister was in another private room. When he saw it inadvertently, he didn't take it to heart. Now that you mention it, the minister also thinks about it. Get up." Leng Qianye thought that he had already noticed her at that time.
Feng Aotian held his hand, "That said, that place is where you and your grandfather first met."
"Yeah." Leng Qianye and her fingers clasped together, and then the two slowly walked forward.
"Master is going to have a look." Feng Aotian listened to Leng Qianye's words, and he also remembered the situation at that time. However, at that time, all Feng Aotian's thoughts were on Feng Aoyun. Naturally, he didn't notice it. Cold Chiba.
Leng Qianye looked sideways at Feng Aotian, "Is the emperor really going?"
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "Master remembers that there is a woman in Yayin Pavilion named Ningsu, who is good at playing the pipa, and her appearance is even more outstanding. Master didn't see it last time, this time I went to see it. Take a look."
Listening to Feng Aotian's words, Leng Qianye quickly stood on the spot, "Since the emperor is going to see the beauty, then the minister will not go."
Feng Aotian looked at him sideways, "Wouldn't it be too boring if you didn't go?"
Leng Qianye held her hand, "Go somewhere else."
"Master is going to Yayin Pavilion." Feng Aotian dragged his hand and walked forward.
Leng Qianye looked at her silhouette and whispered, "The emperor treats women..."
"As long as it's a beauty, I like it." Feng Aotian knew what Leng Qianye was concerned about and said deliberately.
Leng Qianye listened to her words, and immediately sullen, "The emperor is really fraternity."
"That's natural." Feng Aotian agreed.
As soon as Leng Qianye's arm exerted force, he hugged Feng Aotian in his arms, then turned around and walked to the opposite place.
Feng Aotian raised her eyes to look at him, obviously seeing the displeasure in his eyes, she was just teasing him, but unexpectedly, he was really angry.
She grabbed the front of his shirt, "still don't let go of my lord."
Leng Qianye was determined not to let her go, and whispered, "I am tired, I want to go back to the palace."
"Then go back to the palace, and see for yourself." Feng Aotian continued.
Leng Qianye suddenly released her, "Even if the emperor goes, the ministers don't have to go back to the palace, just leave the capital."
Feng Aotian tugged at his sleeve as he waved his hand and walked forward.
Leng Qianye stood there with her back to her, "What's the emperor's order?"
Feng Aotian's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and the corner of his mouth was hooked with evil charm, "Turn around."
"If the emperor has nothing to say, then the minister will retire." Leng Qianye then stepped forward and was about to leave.
Looking at his appearance, Feng Aotian remembered the arrogance when she first saw him, she just liked his angry appearance, then stepped forward and held his hand, "You are now more courageous. "
Leng Qianye was slightly startled, knowing that she was deliberately angry with him, but he liked it very much, because he knew that she had him in her heart.
The corners of his mouth evoked a shallow smile, held her hand tightly, and then walked forward. After a while, the two left the city gate.
Feng Aotian looked at him, "Where do you want to go?"
"As long as it's not Yayin Pavilion." Leng Qianye continued, "Anyway, at that time, the emperor was not a minister when he went to Yayin Pavilion, and now he is not a minister when he goes to Yayin Pavilion."
The corners of Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, the calculation was really clear, and she continued, "Then do you want my grandfather to take you to a place for you?"
"Yeah." Leng Qianye took out the brocade bag from his arms, which was their knotted hair, and he kept it with him, as if she was always by his side.
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Leng Qianye, "Master will take you to the dungeon."
Leng Qianye turned to look at her, "What does the emperor want to do?"
Feng Aotian approached him, "What do you want Master to do?"
Leng Qianye's jade-like eyes flashed a hint of puzzlement. Looking at the slyness in her eyes, he slowly lowered his eyes, "So the emperor only remembers the appearance of the minister in the dungeon."
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded and said, "Especially the appearance of being torn naked by the lord."
Leng Qianye's eyes dimmed even more, and then he replied, "I will never be willing to go to that place for the rest of my life."
Feng Aotian looked at him, then took his hand, "Master wants you to go?"
Leng Qianye raised her eyes, and a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of her mouth, "What the emperor wants the minister to do, the minister has to obey."
Feng Aotian dragged him slowly forward, then entered the city gate, and walked slowly to the regent's mansion. Leng Qianye raised his eyes and looked at the regent's mansion in front of him. As time passed, he remembered that he had received After the imperial decree returned to Beijing, he entered the regent's palace, and then he was tortured in the dungeon for two years and suffered humiliation.
This is the pain hidden in the bottom of his heart, a dark dungeon, no sunlight penetrates all day, surrounded by endless darkness, time can forget everything, but this is the deepest and most painful memory in his hidden and heart, no matter what. No matter what, he couldn't erase it.
He held Feng Aotian's hand tightly, Feng Aotian led him to walk slowly on the porch, meandering, the cold wind blowing his brocade robe, seeing that he had reached the dungeon, his double His feet seemed to be stared at, unable to move.
Feng Aotian knows that he will never forget this memory, even now, he loves her, but he chose to keep the torture of that time in his heart, but he knows that such pain is submerged, like a cancer , will not disappear with time, but will expand more and more.
Feng Aotian looked up at him, "Afraid?"
Leng Qianye took a deep breath and walked in without saying a word.
The entrance to the dungeon is very narrow and can only accommodate one person. Leng Qianye walked in front and protected Feng Aotian on his body. As soon as he entered the dungeon, a damp and musty smell came to his nostrils, and Leng Qianye inhaled sharply. After taking a sip, I felt my stomach churning and nausea.
Every time he took a step, there was the sound of whip whipping in his ears, his indifferent face was full of cold sweat, and he even held her hand, and his palm was also full of sweat.
Feng Aotian knew that he had nothing to fear, but he was afraid of facing the dungeon alone. He slowly walked forward until he reached the cell in front of him. He seemed to remember the situation at that time. A word.
Feng Aotian clenched his hand and slowly entered the cell, his body began to tremble, suddenly let go of Feng Aotian's hand, and then smashed the cell in front of him with a palm.
Seeing him like this, Feng Aotian quickly embraced him and fell outside before the cell collapsed.
"Is it better?" Feng Aotian looked at him and asked in a low voice.
Leng Qianye clutched his chest and gasped for breath. He looked sideways at Feng Aotian with a pained expression on his face, "I am so sad."
Feng Aotian hugged him, she understood that the real Feng Aotian had such a purpose back then, but this kind of pain could not be filled, and she knew even more that even if Leng Qianye loved her, it couldn't erase the love he had for her at that time. of hatred.
Leng Qianye hugged her tightly, as if to smash her into his arms. The past was vivid in his mind, and he couldn't control his heart. Only in this way could he feel better.
Feng Aotian caressed his back lightly and let him hold it. After a long time, Leng Qianye gasped and slowly let go of her, and said in a low voice, "I'm fine."
However, Feng Aotian knew that he still did not let go. She dragged him and walked forward until he reached the torture room. She looked at him, "Do you know what the lord is going to do?"
Leng Qianye looked at the torture chamber in front of him, and looked at her cold eyes. He narrowed his eyes, took a step back quietly, took off his belt, took off his clothes, and moved forward slowly. Walking to the rack of torture tools, he closed his eyes, unwilling to look at her.
Feng Aotian stepped forward and hung the icy shackles on his hands and feet. There was already an extra leather whip on her hand. She raised her wrist and made a "smack" sound, which resounded throughout the torture tool room.
Leng Qianye closed his eyes, intending to endure this kind of pain again, but the sound of whips kept coming from his ears, but there was no pain at all.
When he opened his eyes, he saw Feng Aotian raised the whip and hit him on the body. He looked at her in disbelief, and after being stunned for a moment, he quickly shook his head, "Don't..."
Feng Aotian looked at him, "What do you want?"
"The whip on your body hurts more than it is on me. Don't hit me again." He is now bound by an iron chain, and he tried his best to break free, but he still couldn't move, because the iron chain Not an ordinary material, his heart seemed to be torn apart at this moment.
Feng Aotian put away the whip and slowly approached him until he stood in front of him, "Do you feel sorry for the Lord?"
"Put me down." Leng Qianye watched as the whip hit her body, and her clothes were broken. Every time she used a full force, her skin was already torn apart.
He felt as if he was being strangled and was about to suffocate to death. He looked at the whipping place, and now all he wanted to do was hold her, she was punishing him and torturing him.
Feng Aotian did not intend to let him go, but slowly approached him, hooked his neck, tiptoed slightly, and kissed his lips. All the pain in his heart swept away, her hands slid every inch of his skin, as if comforting his heart that had been hurt by fear.
Leng Qianye always looked at her with wide eyes. When she slapped her with the whip, all his fear and pain had disappeared, but what brought him was endless regret. He regretted that he had not let him go. He was happy and regretted that he still had hatred for her in his heart, but now, he just wanted to double all the pain in her body on him. If she was in pain, he would be in pain. hundred times.
Feng Aotian left his lips, raised his hand and undid the chain, Leng Qianye took her into his arms, bowed his head and deepened the kiss, he picked her up and placed her on the long table on the side. , then lowered his head, untied her outer robe, and saw that the inner robe was soaked with blood, he raised his eyes and looked at her, "Does the emperor want the subject to die in pain?"
Feng Aotian sat up, took him into his arms, and said softly, "This little injury is nothing to Master."
At this moment, his emotions completely collapsed, he put on his brocade robe, hugged her and left the dungeon, and walked straight into the bedroom.
Feng Aotian leaned in his arms, raised her eyes and looked at his indifferent eyes with pity, the corner of her mouth raised, she had already planned all this, she knew his heart knot, and she knew that if he didn't If the tumor in his heart is removed, then even if he stays by her side every day, one day, if the tumor is awakened inexplicably, he will live in pain all day long.
"In your heart, who is more important?" Feng Aotian raised his eyes and asked with a small smile on the corner of his mouth.
Leng Qianye put her on the bed, then went to look for the medicine for the golden sore, then sat down and looked at her, "Of course it is the emperor."
Feng Aotian held his hand, "Pour a cup of hot water for you."
"Well." Leng Qianye nodded and looked up at her, "I will give the emperor medicine first."
Feng Aotian clenched his hand, "It's just a small injury."
"Small injury?" Leng Qianye's eyes sank, and he said in a low voice, "Does the emperor want his ministers to slash himself?"
Feng Aotian's fingertips slid across his lips, "Master is thirsty now."
Leng Qianye turned around and went to the table to pour water, while Feng Aotian slowly got out of the bed, hugged him from behind and leaned on his back, still feeling the heat, she was low Said, "Master knows that there is always a gap in your heart that can't be bridged. You tattooed on your abdomen, not only because you miss you, but because you want to let yourself forget the pain that you once brought to you."
Leng Qianye's hand paused slightly, the hot water had overflowed the teacup and slid across his fingers, he recovered, turned around slowly, looked at her face, and couldn't help sighing, "Is there nothing in this world that can Can you hide it from the emperor?"
"Because you are what the Lord cares about, the Lord will naturally care about you and see you clearly. The Lord doesn't want you to be so miserable all your life."
Leng Qianye hugged her tightly and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, now that this minister has completely let go, there is no hatred or pain in his heart, but only love for you."
Feng Aotian hugged him and smiled, "That's good."
Leng Qianye let go of her, looking at the blood on her waist and her legs, he frowned, "If the emperor goes back like this, they will definitely eat the minister."
"Master didn't eat it, who would dare to eat it?" Feng Aotian said sharply, then looked at Leng Qianye, "In this world, only Master dares to eat you."
Leng Qianye wanted to laugh out loud, but, looking at the shocking scars on her body, he couldn't laugh out loud. He forced the corners of his mouth to lift her up and put her on the bed.
He sat on one side and rolled up the lingerie around her waist, but Feng Aotian paused slightly, looked at his appearance, and scolded softly, "Fool."
Shouldn't the undershirt be taken off? How can it be rolled up from below
Leng Qianye now focused all his attention on the whip marks on Feng Aotian's waist and abdomen. He took the golden sore medicine and carefully applied the medicine for her, then rolled up her trousers, but felt her legs It is very slender, the skin is crystal clear, and the bright red whip marks are printed on it, but it is so dazzling.
After he took the medicine, he raised his eyes and saw that Feng Aotian's face was a little complicated. He asked in a low voice, "Is the minister hurting the emperor?"
"No." Feng Aotian said solemnly, then put on his robe, leaned on the bed, pointed to her side, "Come here."
Leng Qianye took off her shoes, lay beside her, raised her eyes to look at her handsome profile, but did not dare to touch her wound, so she could only lean against her gently.
Feng Aotian scolded again in a low voice, "Idiot, you can't hold it down, you can hold it up. Then he raised his eyes and glanced at Leng Qianye fiercely. Anyway, she had already given him a chance. stupid.
Leng Qianye raised her eyes to see Feng Aotian staring at him coldly, he quickly sat up carefully and looked at her, "Is the emperor angry with a minister?"
Feng Aotian snorted coldly, and then sighed helplessly, he was really smart and confused for a while.
Thinking about it like this, he felt that he was worried about her now, so he was slow to react, so he raised his hand and held his hand in the palm of his hand, "Is there any place you want to go? "
"I will send the emperor back to the palace." Leng Qianye felt that at this time, she needed to take good care of her, and the welts on her body could not be concealed from them, so she must go back and be questioned again.
Feng Aotian then got out of the bed, took his hand and stepped out of the bedroom, then flew away.
Leng Qianye always looked at her carefully, seeing her gloomy face and not saying a word, he asked in a low voice, "Does the wound hurt?"
Feng Aotian glanced at him sideways, "It's a headache."
"Headache?" Leng Qianye frowned. When the two of them landed behind the emperor's bedroom, Meteor was lying on the soft couch and yawning. He hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Meteor, go and ask the imperial doctor to come over."
"What's wrong?" Meteor asked while yawning.
"The emperor is injured." Leng Qianye said anxiously while supporting Feng Aotian to sit down.
"What?" Meteor raised his eyes to look at Feng Aotian, following her clothes, he saw the blood on the outer robe. He was instantly shocked, any sleepiness disappeared, and he rushed forward, the corners of his eyes were already overflowing. Tears fell, "Holy Master, what's wrong with you? Which one without eyes dares to hurt you?"
"Master, you don't have long eyes." Feng Aotian said lightly,
"What... what?" Meteor blinked, the tears that were about to fall were held back by Feng Aotian's words. He looked at Feng Aotian and didn't quite understand.
"Meteor, don't ask for an imperial doctor yet." Leng Qianye said quickly when he saw Meteor staring at Feng Aotian in a daze.
Meteor knew that Leng Qianye meant to ask him to call Wufeng back, he responded quickly, and ran away without a trace.
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Leng Qianye, "Do you want everyone to know that your father is injured?"
Leng Qianye hurriedly sat down and looked at her, "Your Majesty, it's all the minister's fault, don't be angry, if you are angry, you will punish the minister."
Feng Aotian was just joking with him, but he didn't expect him to be so serious, so he couldn't help sighing, "Master, I can't bear to hurt you, come here and help him to lie down."
"Yeah." Leng Qianye nodded and replied, seeing her complexion a little, she was relieved.
Meteor rushed into the side courtyard with the fastest speed. Wufeng just came out of a nap. Seeing him in a hurry, he asked indifferently, "What's wrong with you?"
"Come with me to the emperor's bedroom, the Holy Master is injured." Meteor stepped forward and wanted to pull Wufeng away.
Wufeng looked at Meteor and couldn't help but wonder, "There are very few people in this world who can hurt her. Could it be that she has encountered a strong enemy?"
"Yeah, and it's still a very strong enemy." Meteor recalled what Feng Aotian said just now, and said coldly, he wanted to figure out why the Holy Master whipped himself at himself
Wufeng followed the meteor to the emperor's bedroom, and saw a man in a purple robe, with a handsome face, sitting on the side of the dragon couch with extraordinary bearing, looking at Feng Aotian anxiously.
He looked at it in his heart, and roughly guessed that the person in front of him was Leng Qianye, but now his appearance is really different from the rumored outside world. He slowly stepped forward and saw Feng Aotian's waist and abdomen. Bloodstains, as well as the welts on the legs, from the angle of the welts, he whispered, "Is it okay for the emperor to abuse himself?"
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