Mu Hanjin stopped crying, looked up, and saw a pretty woman walking slowly, with a pair of almond eyes, tears in the corners of her eyes, a weak willow Fufeng, stepped forward to support Mrs. Mu, and looked at him with a smile. he.
Mu Hanjin looked puzzled, as if he couldn't remember who the woman in front of him was, just as he was about to ask, he saw Old Madam Mu with a smile in her eyes, and she lifted him up with a kind face, "This is the eldest of your third aunt's family. Daughter, Xia Diewu, your cousin Diewu, you met when you were a child, but later, when your three aunts moved to the southwest, they seldom communicated. By my side, otherwise, I wouldn't be here today."
Mu Hanjin looked at the woman in front of him, with a smile on his face, a graceful demeanor, and a bit of beauty and refinement, but at the age of sixteen or seventeen, she was also a charming and amiable woman. Nodding slightly, "Cousin Butterfly Dance."
"Die Wu has seen the second cousin." Xia Diwu looked up and looked at Mu Hanjin with a light and blessed body. It seemed very peaceful, the most ordinary meeting, but in her heart it had already stirred up thousands of layers. wave.
The person in front of him has the appearance of a jade person, a flamboyant temperament, and an elegant temperament. He is really a rare man in the world, and he is the person she has decided to marry since she was a child. Maybe, he doesn't remember who he is. However, he was deeply engraved in his mind as early as ten years ago. Therefore, when he learned that he was imprisoned and the regent's mansion, he hated the brutal regent, and felt sorry for him, so he ignored him. Against her parents' objection, she came all the way to the capital and waited for him. It took two years for her to wait. Now that she finally sees him again, who knows how excited she is in her heart.
She didn't care how he spent the past two years in the Prince Regent's Mansion, let alone how others judged him. She only knew that Xia Diewu had identified him in her life, and she had no turning back.
"Jin'er, how did you get back?" Madam Mu looked behind her and no one followed, so she asked.
"It was the prince who allowed the child to return to the house to visit his mother. In the future, he will come back twice a month." Mu Hanjin couldn't help feeling warm when he thought of this. He had never been grateful to Feng Aotian, and this time alone, look at It was only with his mother, whom he hadn't seen for two years, that his almost dark heart had a hint of brightness.
"Prince Regent?" Madam Mu couldn't believe it, she stared at him, seeing that his face was much haggard and thinner than two years ago, she felt even more distressed, and held his hand tightly, "Jin'er, You have suffered for the past two years."
"As long as the mother is safe, the child will be fine." Seeing Mrs. Mu now, Mu Hanjin felt that the suffering of the past two years was nothing.
"Okay, okay, as long as you and your eldest brother are safe, mother can feel at ease." Mrs. Mu walked into the house holding Mu Hanjin's hand.
Mu Hanjin carefully supported Mrs. Mu, "Mother, do you know about Big Brother?"
"Well, he sent someone to send a letter from the family, I already know it." Mrs. Mu smiled and nodded, looking at Mu Hanjin, thinking of the actions of the regent King Suri, she was still distressed.
Of course Mu Hanjin could see Old Madam Mu's thoughts, and whispered, "Mother, the prince has not done anything to the child, please don't worry, now the child has entered the court, and the official worships the imperial censor of the Inspectorate. ."
"That's very good." After listening to Mu Hanjin's words, Mrs. Mu nodded again and again and asked tentatively, "Then when will the regent let you go back to the palace?"
Mu Hanjin was silent for a moment, then said in a warm voice, "Now that the boy has just taken office, and the Prince Regent is where he is employed, I am afraid that he will not return to the mansion in the short term."
"But now that you are past the year of your marriage, does the Prince Regent want to keep you?" Madam Mu turned her eyes and glanced at Xia Dieyu, and said worriedly.
"Now the child doesn't want to talk about marriage." Mu Hanjin was just comforting the old lady Mu. In this life, I am afraid that he will not be able to marry a wife, let alone leave the prison of the Prince Regent's mansion.
"Hey, this prince regent is really a monster. He stole one of my wife's children, and now I don't even let the other one go. Don't think that my wife doesn't know why your elder brother is safe now, because he has the prince regent. "Mrs. Mu knocked on the cane in her hand and said through gritted teeth.
Mu Hanjin supported Mrs. Mu, "Mother, I can only accompany you for an hour, and I will go back to the house later."
"What? You leave as soon as you get back? Can't you stay for one night?" Mrs. Mu quickly suppressed her anger and looked at Mu Hanjin with a reluctant expression on her face.
"I'm busy with official business and I can't get out. It's not easy for the lord to allow the child to come back to see his mother." Mu Hanjin said lightly, thinking of getting along with his mother for a short time, he was also reluctant to give up.
"Second cousin, don't worry, Die Wu will take good care of Auntie." Xia Diewu said softly, holding the other side of Mrs. Mu.
Mu Hanjin raised his eyes and looked at Xia Dieyu. Naturally, he understood her intentions. However, now he has no intention to talk about this matter, let alone, this is absolutely impossible, so out of courtesy, he is just polite. Earth replied, "There is a cousin Lao Diwu."
"Second cousin, you don't need to be polite, it's what Die Wu should do to take care of your aunt." Xia Diewu replied with a smile.
Mrs. Mu looked at Xia Diewu with a smile, and she liked it very much. Now, when she looked at her own child, she felt that the two were very compatible, so there was a gratified smile on the corner of her mouth.
Mu Hanjin helped Mrs. Mu into the hall, and did not dare to delay for a moment, and began to gossip and talk about some childhood fun, occasionally mentioning Mu Hanyao, or his situation in the Prince Regent's Mansion, which was also mixed. In this way, time flies by.
The time they met became shorter and shorter, the more precious they were, and the more reluctant they were to part with them. There was a report from the guards who followed Mu Hanjin from outside the house. Mu Hanjin got up and bid farewell to Mrs. Mu with tears.
Mrs. Mu burst into tears again, and she personally put him on the carriage and watched him leave, filled with emotion.
Xia Diewu watched Mu Hanjin's leaving figure, her thoughts became more and more firm, no matter how long she would wait for him to come back, even if it was fate, she would have no regrets or regrets.
"Auntie, it's windy outside. Be careful of catching a cold. Wudie will help you to go back to the house to rest. Didn't the Regent allow him to return to the mansion twice a month? Otherwise, think about the next time your second cousin comes back, you can do something for him. Favorite food?" Xia Diewu suggested while consoling.
"It's still Die Wu's caring, looking at my old lady, I'm really happy and confused." Mrs. Mu quickly stopped her crying and sadness, glanced at the vanishing carriage again, turned around, and staggered back to the Mu residence.
"I don't know when Yao'er will come back. I haven't seen him for six years." Mrs. Mu said quietly as she walked. There was a little helplessness and melancholy in her voice, as well as a deep nostalgia. with thoughts.
Sitting in the carriage, Mu Hanjin was still a little excited, but more of a yearning. He had just parted, and he had already started to miss him endlessly. He stretched out his hand and stroked his heart. It turned out that his heart was still beating.
He suddenly thought of Feng Aotian, the scene he saw in the palace yesterday, and the words of the master lingered in his ears, unable to disperse for a long time, "Jin Guangxian, Wang Zunxian, the world is in chaos."
Is his mission really to assist her in achieving the future dominance? Is her existence really for the chaos of the world? What is he hesitating about? Isn't that what he was born for
Mu Hanjin has never been so entangled as he is now. Even back then, when he was forcibly taken into the Prince Regent's mansion and forced to take care of himself under him, he was so calm and unyielding, but what about now? Why would it be her
In the regent's mansion, Feng Aotian was already covered with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. After seeing Ye Meixi's complexion recover a little blood, he closed his palms, pulled up the quilt, and covered him, "Take care of him."
After saying that, she turned and left the Yihuan Pavilion. Ye Meixi, who was lying on the bed, had a faint smile on her lips after she left.
"He has to sleep for three more days, so be careful with him." Feng Aotian opened the door, stepped out of the room, and said in a deep voice to the servants waiting outside.
"Yes, the servants must do their best to take good care of Concubine Ye." Suixi knelt on the ground and replied respectfully.
Feng Aotian walked out of Yihuan Pavilion, but did not return to the bedroom, but went to Qinghui Pavilion.
Seeing the Prince Regent leave with joy, he immediately collapsed on the ground as if he had collapsed. He let out a deep breath, got up quickly, pushed the door open, and saw Ye Meixi lying quietly on the bed. He immediately felt relieved, and quietly closed the door. Wait outside the house.
Feng Aotian was a little tired because he had consumed too much internal energy just now. Therefore, his footsteps were heavier and lazier than before, and he arrived at Qinghui Pavilion after walking half a column of incense.
Leng Qianye has been asleep since he was injured yesterday, and just woke up faintly, Huanxi is serving him to wash and change clothes.
From a distance, I heard the voice of the servant kneeling on the ground, "The servant greets the prince!"
Leng Qianye happened to be wearing a long gown and was about to sit down, but his face was still a little pale. Obviously, the weight of the palm he received yesterday, and now, his internal strength has been completely recovered. Could it be that Feng Aotian cut his wrists and used blood to save him. , I am afraid that now he has returned to the West.
Last night, he slept very deeply, but his brows were furrowed. Because of this, he had a nightmare all night, and the dream was full of pictures of Feng Aotian feeding him with blood, as well as the inexplicable reaction on his body, which made him feel uncomfortable. He was ashamed, wishing it had never happened.
Feng Aotian stepped into the house and saw Leng Qianye sitting on the soft couch from a distance. She stepped forward slowly, and hurriedly saluted with joy, "My servant, please greet the lord!"
"When did you wake up?" Feng Aotian knew that Leng Qianye wouldn't talk to her, so he asked the joy to the side lightly.
"Back to the lord, General Leng has only been awake for half an hour." Huanxi replied truthfully.
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded slightly, then turned around, walked to the desk, picked up a pen, quickly wrote a series of words, and threw the paper to Huanxi, "Let the pantry follow this recipe, fry it yourself, and cook it well. Bring it over, drink it every three hours, and drink it while it's hot to be effective."
"Yes, the slave will do it here." Huanxi took the order and immediately backed out.
Leng Qianye sat on the soft couch all the time without saying a word, his eyes were indifferent, and he never looked at her from beginning to end.
Feng Aotian didn't care either, then went forward, sat beside him, stretched out his hand, wanting to take the pulse, but when her fingertips touched his wrist, he felt a little unnatural, so he hurriedly pulled out his hand, But inadvertently saw that the knife mark on the wrist had scabbed over, so he didn't move.
In less than a moment, Feng Aotian stopped his hand and stared at him, "My vitality is severely damaged, and I need to rest and replenish."
Leng Qianye still did not answer, as if Feng Aotian was talking to himself.
Feng Aotian thought about how Feng Yinqi was still asleep in the palace, and Ye Meixi was also recovering from his injuries in the Yihuan Pavilion. The handsome men in the other pavilions were just vases. The Qinghui Pavilion was quieter, her internal strength was too much, and she was a little weak. Immediately, she reclined on the soft couch, held her forehead with one hand, and closed her eyes to rest.
Leng Qianye saw that the person beside him stopped talking, he didn't care, thinking that she was waiting for her reply, about half a cup of tea, but there was no sound, he turned his eyes, and then saw that she was closed. Eyes fall asleep.
In his mind, he couldn't help but imagine yesterday, her face that was so close at hand, her skin as thin as a cicada's wings, her handsome face, her delicate red lips, Liu Dai's raised eyebrows, her brows were cold and cold, and the indifference that refused to be thousands of miles away, However, how could he see a woman's tranquility and demure? Could it be his delusion
It's just that her breath is a little weak, it seems that she has consumed too much internal strength, and she seems to be powerless. Could it be that she lost too much blood yesterday because she saved him
He stared at her, looked at her for a long time, and suddenly felt why he cared about her. He remembered the humiliation and whipping she had done to him in the dungeon, and the current Fengguo, because of her, the people were displaced and the country was in danger. Her only remaining concern was completely stifled. How could such a foolish monarch deserve his concern
He turned his head, stopped looking at her, got up, walked out of the inner hall, and walked to the hall. It was only a few short steps, and he felt that his footsteps were vain. According to this, he would have to take care of it for some time, but when he thought of it Staying in the Prince Regent's mansion makes him feel disgusted. Fortunately, this is the courtyard where Han Jin lived, otherwise, he would rather stay in the dungeon.
He pressed his chest, slowly sat on the low couch, raised his eyes, looked at the scenery outside the house, his indifferent face, exuding the spirit of a fairy who did not eat the fireworks of the world, from a distance, the green mountains were far away, He is the only one in this world.
Mu Hanjin returned to the regent's mansion in an extreme inner struggle. When he got off the carriage, raised his eyes, and looked at this majestic mansion, he was unwilling to take a step forward, and stood there for a long time, looking at him. Fascinated.
"Concubine Mu, it's time to go in." The guard beside him reminded.
It was only then that he came back to his senses. After all, he couldn't escape from this place. He suppressed the faint sadness in his heart, stepped up, and walked slowly into the palace.
Sixi saw Mu Hanjin from a distance, and hurried forward to greet him, "The servant greets Concubine Mu!"
"Where's your lord?" Mu Hanjin asked warmly.
"In Qinghui Pavilion." Sixi replied in a low voice.
Mu Hanjin was slightly startled, and then he remembered Leng Qianye's injury. It seemed that the Prince Regent went to see Brother Leng. He stepped forward and walked forward, with Sixi following him, and said kindly, "Shi Cai, The prince healed the night servant concubine, and his internal strength was too much, and now he is resting in Qinghui Pavilion."
Mu Hanjin paused for a while, stopped, and quickened his pace a little, and walked towards Qinghui Pavilion until he stepped into the pavilion, and saw Huanxi coming with medicine.
Huanxi raised his eyes, looked at his master, and quickly saluted, "Master, are you back?"
"Well, what about the prince and General Leng?" Mu Hanjin stopped and asked.
"It's all in the house." Huanxi replied, then took the medicine, followed Mu Hanjin into the house, and saw Leng Qianye leaning on the low couch with a pale face.
Mu Hanjin hurried forward and asked worriedly, "Brother Leng, how is your injury?"
"No problem." When Leng Qianye saw Mu Hanjin coming back, he rarely showed a faint smile.
"It's fine if it doesn't matter." Mu Hanjin breathed a sigh of relief. Yesterday, it was Leng Qianye. He was afraid that he was killed by an assassin. He looked at Leng Qianye, "Brother Leng, what happened yesterday, please accept Hanjin. A gift."
After he finished speaking, he took a step back and bowed respectfully.
Knowing Mu Hanjin's temper, Leng Qianye accepted it unceremoniously, looking at the official robe on his body, "Just came back?"
"Yes, I just went back to the house to visit my mother." Mu Hanjin immediately sat beside Leng Qianye, thinking of Mrs. Mu, and there was a softer light in his eyes.
"How is the old lady?" Leng Qianye remembered the time in the dungeon and never spoke a word. He sometimes thought he was a mute and couldn't speak, but he never thought that now, he can sit here and talk to Mu Han. Jin started chatting about everyday things.
Mu Hanjin once thought that he would spend his life in the Prince Regent's mansion like this, but he never expected that one day, he would be able to talk to Leng Qianye like this.
He smiled and said, "Well, it's still Anfu."
Leng Qianye thought of her mother and sister at home, her eyes dimmed, and she wondered how they were doing now
Mu Hanjin could see Leng Qianye's thoughts, so he comforted him, "Brother Leng, now you have to take good care of yourself. According to my mother, Madam Leng and Peihan are both very good."
"In this way, I can rest assured." Leng Qianye heard that, and also relieved his worries, and looked at Mu Hanjin, "How is your elder brother?"
"Well, the letter to my brother the day before yesterday will probably be received today." As Mu Hanjin said, he remembered the content of Feng Aotian's letter, and there was an unnatural look in his eyes.
Huanxi stood on one side, seeing that the soup in the plate could not wait any longer, and quickly said, "General Leng, the lord said that the soup should be drunk while it is hot."
"Well." Leng Qianye raised her eyes, looked at Huanxi, and then looked at the dark soup in front of her, stretched out her hand and drank it, and the thick bitterness flowed into her throat, which was very disgusting.
Mu Hanjin got up, walked slowly into the inner hall, and saw Feng Aotian resting on the soft couch. She was really tired, then she took off the cloak on the side and carefully draped it over her body. Just as she was about to turn to leave, her fingers touched a touch of coldness, and her body fell backwards and fell firmly into her arms.
She still closed her eyes, took him into her arms, lowered her head, and leaned on his shoulder, "Don't go anywhere."
Mu Hanjin didn't dare to move, so he could only let her be like this. However, thinking of Leng Qianye sitting in the hall, he felt a little embarrassed. However, seeing her tired face, he didn't dare to disturb her, so he could only be hard. She scratched her head and sat in her arms, but it was like sitting on pins and needles.
After Leng Qianye rested for a while, he got up and walked towards the inner hall. He saw Mu Hanjin obediently leaning against her arms, he quickly turned his head, then walked outside the house, raised his eyes, and exhaled deeply.
Mu Hanjin watched Leng Qianye turn around abruptly, his eyes darkened, and he returned to his previous indifference. The matter has come to this point, so why should you care? In the future, there will be opportunities to meet each other, but it is good to meet them now.
He turned his face sideways, lowered his eyes, and stared at Feng Aotian's sleeping face. Perhaps because too many things had happened in the past few days, his nerves were also tense, so now, he also felt a little tired, and then he leaned against her. He slowly closed his eyes in his arms.
In his sleep, Feng Aotian drifted alone in the turbulent sea, chasing the wind and waves, not knowing where to go? Suddenly, she saw a lonely boat, and she desperately wanted to get close to him, until she climbed on top of the lonely boat and leaned tightly, and she felt that she was not wandering alone.
Leng Qianye sat for a long time under the bamboo forest outside the house. There was a book on the bamboo bench beside him. He picked it up at will. It turned out to be a long-lost art of war. Then quietly read it.
Time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, two hours had passed. In the bedroom, Feng Yinqi had already stood up, but after waiting for Feng Aotian to return for a long time, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious, raised his eyes, looked at the huge bedroom, and suddenly remembered that he was alone. For three years alone in the empty emperor's bedroom, he didn't want to, he didn't want to be alone, so he hurriedly ran out of the bedroom.
Eunuch Feng stepped forward quickly, "Your Majesty, where are you going?"
"Where's Uncle Wang?" Feng Yinqi quickly calmed down and asked in a low voice.
"The emperor is now in Qinghui Pavilion." Eunuch Feng said loudly, "It is estimated that he will return in less than half a column of incense."
"Yeah." Feng Yinqi nodded, turned back to the bedroom, but entered the study, looking at the memorials piled up on the table, he went straight to the soft couch, sat cross-legged, and began to read the memorials.
Feng Aotian opened her eyes, and what caught her eye was Mu Hanjin's peaceful sleeping face. A slight smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, thinking of the dream she had just had. She reached out and stroked his jade face, lowered her head, and kissed his lips. Sucking gently.
Mu Hanjin was awakened by this kiss, opened his hazy eyes, and bumped into Feng Aotian's cold eyes. He was stunned for a while, then felt the softness of his lips, and his heart trembled, her kisses always made him Overwhelmed.
Feng Aotian turned over, pressed him under him, stretched out his hand, and caressed his skin lightly across the official robe, she just liked to see such an elegant person who looked shy in front of her.
Mu Hanjin endured Feng Aotian's wanton provocation, and could not wait to find a hole to burrow into. Compared with being so close to her, it would be more pleasant to be whipped by her.
However, just like this, it made him unable to resist, and could only let her do whatever she wanted. This was where he was annoyed. Looking at the prince regent in front of him, as a man, he was caressed by another man, and he actually reacted. This made him unable to bear the crimson on the ground, dyed with a touch of red, which was very bright and moving.
Feng Aotian untied the official robe on his body, and saw the bite marks she made on his shoulders, which were still clearly visible. She raised the tip of her tongue and described it gently.
His clothes are half-undressed, and his jade-like face is coated with a layer of pink, which is really gorgeous. He squinted his eyes slightly.
"Your Highness..." Mu Hanjin couldn't bear such love and affection, so he whispered, as if begging.
Feng Aotian raised his eyes, looked at him, and replied softly, "Huh?"
"My lord, the memorial has not been approved yet." Mu Hanjin couldn't find any other words to stop her from continuing, and could only talk about official business.
A faint smile flashed across Feng Aotian's brows and eyes, and sat up from him, "Have you not had the soup today?"
"Yes." Mu Hanjin got up immediately, packed his messy clothes, and bowed his head to answer after finishing.
"Go back to the bedroom." Feng Aotian got up, held his hand, and walked outside the house, and saw Leng Qianye sitting under the bamboo forest, looking at the military book with concentration.
He only wears a crescent moon brocade gown, and his black hair is loosely tied with a brocade ribbon. He wears it behind his back, with a few wisps of breeze, and his robe is ethereal. A painting called "The Fairy in the Painting".
Mu Hanjin looked at such a cold Qianye, and it was difficult to connect the general who hired the battlefield and killed decisively. How could he do it? With such a temperament that is not stained with dust, he will sigh even if he sees it, not to mention... He turned his eyes and saw Feng Aotian staring at Leng Qianye under the bamboo forest with a smile.
His eyes dimmed, as if he was regretting, but he didn't know who he was sighing for...
Feng Aotian please raise your palm, the scroll in Leng Qianye's hand flew out of his hand and fell into Feng Aotian's hand, she played with the scroll in her hand, raised her eyes, met Leng Qianye's cold eyes, she lowered her head With a smile, "Master's things are never delivered."
"Is this book yours?" Leng Qianye was obviously a little surprised. This is a military book that he has been looking for for five years without success. According to legend, whoever obtained this number of books won the world. He never expected that this book was actually in her hands.
Feng Aotian put away the scroll, did not answer his words, took Mu Hanjin's hand and turned to leave.
Leng Qianye abruptly stood up, perhaps sitting for too long, getting up too hastily, a little unsteady, dizzy, and then fell backwards.
When he fell, a clear shadow fell in front of him, stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around his waist, and lifted him up, he raised his eyes, and met Feng Aotian's cold phoenix eyes, he stepped back slightly Step, "This book can..."
"Master said, Master's things are never delivered." Feng Aotian interrupted his words immediately, and then left.
Leng Qianye hurriedly stepped forward and blocked him. Anyone who knew him knew that he was obsessed with the art of war. Obviously, Feng Aotian had caught his weakness. He had already seen 30% of the art of war. It is really unwilling to not read it, not to mention, this is a rare book in the world.
He raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, as if he had made up his mind, and asked in a deep voice, "I wonder how Wang Ye can borrow a book to read?"
"Your body will recover in a month, and you can send this book to you. However, from now on, you will be sent by you, how about that?" Feng Aotian had already taken into account Leng Qianye's preference, so he It was only when I quietly found this ancient book, this transaction was not a loss.
Leng Qianye glanced at Feng Aotian, and answered without hesitation, knelt down on one knee, "From today onwards, I will be sent by the lord, and I will die."
Feng Aotian nodded in satisfaction, and sure enough, this business was done very well, he stretched out his hand and lifted Leng Qianye, "This book is not the best, if you won't disappoint you, there is a more book there. A wonderful gift to you."
Leng Qianye took the military book with both hands and stroked it like a treasure. When he heard what Feng Aotian said, his mind immediately moved, and he looked at Feng Aotian, and there was a flash of brilliance between his brows and eyes, "My minister. I won't let you down."
"Okay, you can rest in peace, and when you recover, the Lord will come to see you." Feng Aotian's trick succeeded, thinking that no one is perfect, and everyone has their weaknesses. .
Seeing that Leng Qianye was so easily bought by Feng Aotian, Mu Hanjin was obviously helpless, thinking that he was in the dungeon and letting Feng Aotian humiliate him, he didn't even wrinkle his brows, he still didn't look at him. She changed her color and never gave in, but now, for a military book, she is willing to work for her, which is too... a bit incredible.
Feng Aotian looked at Mu Hanjin, held his hand in a good mood, and left Qinghui Pavilion.
Leng Qianye held the military book in his hand. After Feng Aotian left, the smile on his mouth disappeared. He raised his eyes and stared at the disappearing back. A bit of coldness flashed through his dark eyes, and then he sat on the bamboo bench. On, continue to read the military book.
Feng Aotian and Mu Hanjin were walking side by side in the long corridor, and a hint of coldness appeared on the corner of her mouth. Just now, Leng Qianye's reaction was too violent, it seemed normal, but it was not simple. He really thought he didn't know his plan. ? The good show has just begun. She likes to be a hunter. Now that she encounters such an interesting prey, of course she has to play with him, it will be more interesting.
Mu Hanjin turned his eyes and stared at the coldness at the corner of her mouth. She felt a chill in her heart, but she didn't know why she showed such an expression. Then, she thought to herself, did she reveal something? What did she notice
Feng Aotian turned his eyes and looked at Mu Hanjin, "Master allows you to be in a daze, but you will never be allowed to be in a daze in front of you."
"Weichen knows it's wrong." Mu Hanjin hurriedly answered with his head down.
Feng Aotian held his hand tightly, she was domineering in her bones, and her things would never be coveted by others, no matter who it was, she looked at him, "I'm going back to Mu Mansion today, but something special happened. ?"
"No." Mu Hanjin recalled that he had returned to the Mu residence today, except for the reunion with his mother after a long absence, which was commonplace, and there was nothing unusual.
"Mu Hanjin, listen, anyone who enters the mansion of the lord, except the lord, can't even think of prying eyes, not even the slightest thought, and you, in this life, are the people of the lord, and you are also the lord in death. You ghost, you'd better not have other thoughts, otherwise, don't blame the master for his cruel hand, by then, everything will be irreversible." Feng Aotian turned around, looked at Mu Hanjin coldly, and warned in a deep voice.
Mu Hanjin trembled and knelt down quickly, "Weichen dare not."
"Master knows that you are a person with a clear mind, and you can turn a deaf ear to some things, but..." She leaned over, raised his chin, and looked at him, "What cousins, you better not let them think about you. Think about it, otherwise, I don't mind breaking your wings, so that you will never be able to fly out of this Prince Regent's mansion for the rest of your life."
"Weichen will never dare to have any thoughts." Mu Hanjin is now completely heartbroken, how could he naively think that she has really changed? It can be seen that the nature of Jiangshan is difficult to change, and the cruelty in her bones can never be concealed.
Feng Aotian stretched out his hand, lifted him up, and held his hand tightly, "Master is waiting for the day when you confess, it's best not to wait until Master loses patience, there is only one chance, you'd better think clearly, lest you have to do it when the time comes. If something cruel happens, it will be in vain if you say it again."
"Wei Chen..." Mu Hanjin's heart shuddered, she suppressed the panic in her heart, and couldn't help but smile bitterly. It turned out that she had already known and had seen herself through.
"Let's go, there is still a lot of business waiting to be dealt with in the study." Feng Aotian led him and walked straight to the bedroom.
This journey is only half a cup of tea, but he feels like a hundred years have passed. All these years of hiding turned out to be just a joke, his forbearance, his suffering, his helplessness, his heart Death, in her eyes, is nothing.
Feng Aotian of course knew that Mu Hanjin was so heavy-hearted. She was forcing him to face him, instead of blindly accepting it. He was no longer the puppet she taught him, but the high-spirited and indomitable man back then. , Mu Hanjin, a arrogant genius, all she wants is his frankness and his loyalty.
The two remained silent until they reached the bedroom, when Eunuch Feng hurried forward to meet him, "Your Highness, you have been working hard all day, and the old slave specially prepared nourishing meals. Do you want to eat?"
"Well, set the meal." Feng Aotian looked at Eunuch Feng and smiled kindly.
Eunuch Feng hurriedly ordered a meal, and he followed Feng Aotian and Mu Hanjin into the bedroom.
Looking sideways, there is no figure of Feng Yinqi in the inner hall. She stepped up and walked to the study, and saw him sitting on the soft couch, reading the memorials attentively. Compared with the book case in front of her, her small figure was only a small figure. It showed a head, and now, coupled with the piles of books, only those eyes can be seen.
Feng Aotian's feelings for Feng Yinqi came from the love of the body's predecessor for him. She leaned against the door and looked at him, "How much have you read?"
"Uncle Wang?" Hearing the voice, Feng Yinqi quickly put down the memorial and stood up from the soft couch, looking at Feng Aotian with joy.
She is in control of everything, she can be cruel to anyone, but she feels pity for him alone, because every time she sees him, there is always a slight tingle in her chest Pain, in the dark, the dead Feng Aotian was telling her not to attack Feng Yinqi.
Feng Yinqi hurriedly jumped off the soft couch and threw herself into her arms, "Uncle Wang, where have you been? Why did you come back now?"
Feng Aotian raised his hand and stroked Feng Yinqi's hair, "Are you hungry?"
"Yeah." Feng Yinqi nodded and pulled her sleeve robe, "My nephew smells the aroma of rice."
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, then led him to turn away from the study and walked forward.
Mu Hanjin seemed to have returned to her previous appearance, standing respectfully and indifferently where she was, waiting for Feng Aotian's arrival.
Feng Aotian looked at him, but felt that this guy was smart and confused for a while, how could he not understand what she meant? Or did he simply not want to understand? Therefore, he ignored him and looked at Feng Yinqi, "What do you want to eat?"
"What Uncle Wang likes to eat, nephew likes to eat." Feng Yinqi looked at her with a bright smile.
She raised her eyes and looked at Mu Hanjin, "Have a tantrum with your grandfather?"
"Weichen dare not." Mu Hanjin raised his eyes slightly, replied respectfully, and then sat down.
Feng Aotian immediately handed the soup specially prepared for him to him, "Three times a day, you must be on time."
"Yes." Mu Hanjin responded, then picked up the soup and drank it in one gulp. This time, like last time, he drank too eagerly and coughed violently.
Feng Aotian shook his head, looked at him helplessly, stretched out his hand, and patted his back, "You are in a daze, you can't get rid of the problem of drinking soup."
"Wei Chen knows he's wrong." Mu Hanjin hurriedly lowered his head and admitted his mistake.
Feng Aotian felt that her efforts in the past few days had been in vain, how could he return to the past, but was more docile than before, making her eyes dim and ignore him.
Feng Yinqi watched Feng Aotian neglect him, and then looked at her displeasedly. Seeing that she turned to look at him, she quickly complained, "Uncle Wang, nephew wants to eat this."
Feng Aotian picked up the jade chopsticks, picked up the dish pointed by Feng Yinqi, and placed it on the plate in front of him, "Eat more."
"Yes." Feng Yinqi replied with a smile, and immediately started to eat.
Mu Hanjin kept thinking about Feng Aotian's words, and his heart was full of fear. He had never felt so afraid as today, just because he thought he was hiding very well, so he gave himself a way out. But now, she told him that what he had tried so hard to hide over the years was invisible to her, as if his dream was broken in an instant. What to live, he looked very tired and helpless.
The soup he drank made him feel sick to his stomach, and there seemed to be a big stone stuck in his heart, which made him unable to breathe. With the coldness in his heart, he was suddenly startled, and felt his chest suffocate, "Pfft!" A mouthful of blood spurted out.
Feng Aotian turned his eyes, quickly stretched out his hand, and took his pulse. This is a symptom of depression. I'm afraid that some things have been suppressed for many years, and depression has become a disease. Spit blood.
Feng Aotian got up quickly, hugged his slender waist, and tapped his toes.