Congratulations on getting a monthly pass
"Everything is fine, eldest brother." Mu Hanjin looked at Peihan, "Sometimes in life you must have it, and you should never force it. Sister Peihan, what exists in your heart is just some thoughts. If you know that there is no result, Don't force it, you know, strong come and strong go will become enemies."
Leng Peihan raised his eyes and looked at Mu Hanjin. His eyes were stunned, and a flash of sadness flashed through his eyes. He smiled and said, "Brother Hanjin said that Peihan will keep it in mind."
Mu Hanjin stopped talking, the curtain was lowered, and the carriage slowly left. Peihan looked at the carriage that went further and further away, and a stubbornness appeared on the corner of his mouth, "If you haven't tried it, how would you know it's impossible?"
Leng Qianye turned her eyes and looked at Mu Hanjin, "Don't tell me both of you brothers should serve one person? And they're still a man?"
Mu Hanjin slowly opened his slightly closed eyes, raised his eyes, and looked at Leng Qianye, "This matter has nothing to do with eldest brother, and it has nothing to do with me, but, things are unpredictable, everything is fate, Not at all.”
Leng Qianye was silent, all he wanted to do now was to leave the prison in the capital, return to the border, and do what his father had left unfinished.
Mu Hanjin closed his eyes again. He was calculating that the time he would be able to be by her side was short. In these limited days, he could help her to be proud of the world.
Feng Aotian looked at Ye Meixi in her arms, and a small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. An easy life is always out of reach. Just like now, she can tease Ye Meixi so peacefully because of this. , they don't have much time together.
Jingxi walked into the house with two guards, and reached out to lift Xing Wuyun. Before his hand touched his arm, he saw a yellow warm wind blowing up, and the two guards were beaten together with Jingxi. He went out and fell to the ground, unable to move.
Xing Wuyun landed on his feet and walked staggeringly towards Feng Aotian. A pair of peach blossom eyes shone with brilliance, which was very seductive. His red lips were slightly hooked. The goose-yellow color of this body set off his bright and moving, radiant radiance, fluttering his sleeve robe in a romantic and uninhibited manner, turned around, and fell on the soft couch.
This pounce, however, pressed Feng Aotian directly under him, his eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved, staring at her handsome face, the tip of his tongue brushed his lips, and lightly pecked Feng Aotian's lips, "Beauty... let Grandpa is fragrant…”
After saying that, he placed her lips on her lips, sucked gently, and pressed his hands on Feng Aotian's shoulders.
Ye Meixi's eyes flashed with displeasure, she raised her hand, grabbed Xing Wuyun's clothes, and threw him out, quickly took Feng Aotian into her arms, and stared at him fiercely, "I didn't jump like that. Grandpa Guo, how dare you rely on yourself to be drunk and be rude to Grandpa."
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at Ye Meixi, "You mean, you want to do the same?"
Ye Meixi hurriedly turned her eyes, restrained her stern gaze, and said with a smile, "Where do you want to go, you wait, Meixi will teach this daring guy a good lesson for him."
Saying that, the red shadow flashed, left the soft couch, waved her red sleeves, and hit Xing Wuyun who was sitting on the ground before she got up.
Xing Wuyun opened his eyes slightly, glanced at Ye Meixi, then rolled over, dodging Ye Meixi's palm wind, holding the wine jug in one hand, his feet were slightly strained, and he stood up, "Where are you fighting? Dare to fight with me and watch the fight."
He stretched out his hand, pointed at Ye Meixi, then raised his foot, and kicked Ye Meixi. The two were instantly entangled, and the fight was inseparable. One yellow and one red figure floated out of the house quickly, and the courtyard suddenly remembered sound of fighting.
Feng Aotian leaned lazily on the soft couch, and ignored the situation outside, and closed his eyes for a nap.
Inside the palace, Lan Jingshu's warm and jade-like face flashed fiercely, swept over the officials in front of him one by one, detained all the suspects, put away the files, turned his eyes, and looked at Mu Hanyao, "General Mu, Now, all the suspects have been detained, and General Mu will go to interrogate with this official."
"Okay." Mu Hanyao replied, and the two walked towards the dungeon.
As soon as the two of them entered the dungeon, they heard shouts of killing from outside the prison. Then, soldiers in armor rushed in. Mu Hanyao and Lan Jing looked at each other, "Isn't this a soldier in the temple?"
"Yeah, why are you here now?" Lan Jingshu hurriedly asked, secretly screaming, "No, they are here to kill people."
"Yeah." Mu Hanyao hurriedly asked his soldiers to resist, "Stay in the dungeon and don't allow one."
"Yes." The soldier in front of him responded quickly, then raised the weapon in his hand to resist the soldiers who rushed in.
Suddenly a cold voice sounded, "General Mu, the lord has an order for you to wait for your exit from the secret passage, and there must be no mistake."
"What about these suspects?" Lan Jingshu couldn't help asking as he looked at the suspects in the dungeon.
"Your Highness has his own opinion." Po's voice sounded again, "Please leave the two of you quickly."
Lan Jingshu looked at Mu Hanyao, "This..."
"Retreat." Mu Hanyao took Lan Jingshu and slowly retreated according to the secret path pointed by Po, and even the men and horses he brought with him also retreated one by one, and then escaped from the secret path.
And the officials in the dungeon, in a blink of an eye, have all been killed.
Mu Hanyao and Lan Jingshu returned to Xingyuan and looked at Feng Aotian in confusion, "Your Highness, why do you want the minister to retreat?"
"Murder with a knife." Mu Hanyao whispered from the side.
Lan Jingshu looked at Feng Aotian, and suddenly realized, "My lord, if this is the case, the clues to the mastermind behind the scenes will be broken."
"What you're looking for are suspects. If they don't fight to the death, you can't do anything about it. Even if they do, how much do you know if it's true?" Feng Aotian said disapprovingly, "If you let them kill themselves. The accomplice was killed to avoid future troubles, wouldn't it reduce your troubles?"
"This minister is stupid." Lan Jingshu only understood at this time, raised his eyes and looked at her, it turned out that she was in control of everything, and now, all the traitors who were hiding and Lianghuai have been killed, "My lord, if that's the case. , the clue is broken."
"It can't be broken." The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth twitched with certainty, "You forgot, there is still water luck."
"Your Highness means..." Lan Jingshu's eyes flickered, as if he had expected it.
"It's up to you to handle this matter entirely, so I'll leave it to you to take care of it. You can rest at the Xingyuan for the next two days. Your injury has not been healed yet, so you can't work too hard. The day after tomorrow, there will be a good show."
"The minister obeys the order." Lan Jingshu respectfully saluted.
Mu Hanyao stood aside and looked at her in front of him. There was a wise light between her brows, and she was confident in her gestures, as if she had expected everything. He had to feel that in front of him. Of her, what else is she omnipotent
Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at the two of them, "Sit down, Jingxi, and give the two of you the 'Xuefeng' that Lord brought yesterday."
"Yes." Jingxi replied with half of her face swollen.
Looking at Jingxi's appearance, Lan Jingshu really seemed to be kicked, and couldn't help asking, "Jingxi, what's wrong with your face?"
Jingxi lowered her eyes, tears flashing in her eyes, "Master, it was Xing Gongzi who kicked it."
"Why did he kick you?" Lan Jingshu raised his eyes and did not see Xing Wuyun, but even Ye Meixi, who had always been inseparable from the Prince Regent.
Jingxi whispered, "Young Master Xing was drunk, the lord asked the servants to carry Young Master Xing out, and then..."
Lan Jingshu also understood, and then waved his hand, "Let's go down and prepare first."
"Yes." Jingxi replied and backed out.
"Where are the two of them?" Lan Jingshu couldn't help asking.
Feng Aotian sniffed the aroma of the tea lightly and took a sip, "Oh, let's deepen our feelings."
Mu Hanyao listened, his face darkened, and he fought, and it was necessary to say that it was like a brother who was drinking and talking.
Lan Jingshu also heard the meaning of the words, and remained silent.
Jingxi stepped in immediately, served tea for the two of them, and then withdrew.
Although Mu Hanyao was in the military camp all the year round, he also studied tea, but, far away from the border, marching all day long, naturally, there was also a little less arty.
He picked up the tea bowl, opened the tea lid slightly, and a fragrant fragrance rushed to his face, his stern face flashed a touch of soft light, took a sip, and then put it down.
In the past two years, Lan Jingshu has had nothing to do, so he and Mu Hanjin are either painting or composing poems or drinking tea. They are also somewhat interested in Feng Aotian's "Xuefeng". Tea is a tribute, and the quantity is scarce, and it is even a treasure.
Feng Aotian looked at the two of them, "Jing Shu, I remember you painted a chrysanthemum last time, but now the chrysanthemums in Qinghui Pavilion have been replaced by Begonias, how about painting another picture for you when I return to Beijing this time? "
"Yes." Only then did Lan Jingshu remember what happened last time, and a faint light flashed in his eyes, "My lord, the hibiscus in Jinxuan Pavilion is waiting for the minister to return. It is the season of blooming, and it must be more beautiful."
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at Lan Jingshu. He said that, was he implying something to her
Mu Hanyao also listened to Lan Jingshu's words, and was a little puzzled, what did he want to do? Is it because of the warning the second brother said yesterday
"Well, Haitang wants to paint, and Furong also wants to paint." Feng Aotian said lightly.
"Yes, this minister obeys." Lan Jingshu replied warmly. In the past two years, he has drowned himself in the dust and never showed any thoughts, even thoughts and talents. He just wanted to live in peace. However, now, in addition to the things he has experienced these days, he feels that he should do something, and Mu Hanjin's warning pops up in his mind. Why should he warn himself? Is the brotherhood of these years really inferior? Regent? He wanted to see how Mu Hanjin killed him
A red shirt fell down gracefully, and lay softly in Feng Aotian's arms, "Master, that guy was kicked into the pond in the backyard by Mei Xi."
"Well, very good." Feng Aotian lowered his head and put his delicate lips on his lips as a reward.
Ye Meixi leaned in her arms with satisfaction, and in a flash, she saw Xing Wuyun walk in wetly, Xing Wuyun, when did he ever feel so embarrassed, this was the second time he was kicked into the pond, and, twice... The two times... they were both drunk and lost their temper. He angrily grabbed the blue silk that was sticking to his body. What was going on? How could he kiss her twice
He raised his eyes, glared at Ye Meixi fiercely, then looked at Feng Aotian, regardless of the mud on his body, sat down opposite Feng Aotian carelessly, picked up the tea on the table, raised his head and took a sip drink, "you..."
He pointed to Ye Meixi in Feng Aotian's arms, his peach eyes were full of anger, "Go out with this son."
"Don't go." Ye Meixi rested her head on Feng Aotian's shoulder, rubbed it, and then looked at Feng Aotian with bright eyes, "Meixi is tired."
"Then take a good rest." Feng Aotian hugged him, then got up and walked out of the house in front of him.
Xing Wuyun was so angry that he smashed the table in front of him, strode out, and before stepping out of the door, he retreated again, because Feng Aotian's cool voice came from his ear, "If you don't want to be gone in the future. If you have a drink, come with you."
Xing Wuyun turned around, raised his head and shouted, "This son wants to take a bath."
"Yes." Jingxi, who was standing trembling outside the house, responded quickly and went to prepare.
Lan Jingshu and Mu Hanyao looked at Xing Wuyun's embarrassed appearance with a smile on their brows.
Xing Wuyun turned his eyes and glared at the two of them ruthlessly, "They are all guys who care less about friends."
Then he flicked his sleeves and entered the screen. Jingxi had already prepared the bath soup according to the instructions of the Regent Shicai. Xing Wuyun tore off his clothes vigorously and plunged his head into the tub.
After Xing Wuyun took a bath, he put on new clothes, which were still goose-yellow, which was more luxurious than what he was wearing. He raised his eyebrows and wondered how the regent knew that he liked this color of clothes the most? It looks like it's ready in the morning.
He changed into clean clothes, his body was refreshed, and his mood was also much refreshed. Then, he sat on the side and watched Mu Hanyao flip through the military book, while Lan Jingshu was sitting beside the book desk, picking up a pen to write. what.
Xing Wuyun felt bored, and now, he can't drink wine, he can only lie on the soft couch bored, tossing around, thinking, how long will this day last
Feng Aotian accompanied Ye Meixi to rest on the bed for a while, then got off the bed and walked into this room, and saw Xing Wuyun holding a chopstick in his left hand and a dagger in his right hand, playing on his own. on.
Feng Aotian stared at him with interest, then flicked his finger, and the dagger in his hand fell into hers, playing with it, "This dagger looks very delicate."
Feng Aotian looked at him, "Let me play with you for a few days."
Xing Wuyun hurriedly got up from the soft couch, raised his forehead to look at the sky, turned his eyes and stared at her fiercely, "My lord, can you remind the minister first when you appear next time?"
"How come, can't bear it?" Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, leaning against the door with a deep smile.
Xing Wuyun whispered, "This dagger is made of thousand-year-old black iron. It cuts iron like mud. In this world, there are only three left."
"Oh, where are the other two?" Feng Aotian moved his wrist, and the dagger swiped in the air with the strength, and saw a flash of light, she was already in front of Xing Wuyun, and Xing Wuyun scattered a strand of blue silk , also with the dagger off.
Feng Aotian got up with satisfaction, "It's really good."
Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and glanced at Feng Aotian, "Your Majesty, the ministers are very shy, you should not scare them like this in the future."
Feng Aotian looked sideways, "Tell me, where are the other two?"
"One is in the hands of the Emperor of the Yuluo Kingdom, and the other is in the hands of the Emperor of the Xuanmo Kingdom." Xing Wuyun said while staring at the dagger in Feng Aotian's hand, "I heard that the Emperor Xuanmo is a beautiful country and a city. Known as the most beautiful man in the world, unfortunately, he is short-tempered, invincible, and has a quirk, that is, no one can say a word in front of him."
"You mean Xuanyuan Yu, Emperor Xuanmo?" Lan Jingshu raised his eyes, put down the red pen in his hand, stood up, and asked in a warm voice with interest.
"Well." Xing Wuyun nodded.
"He doesn't like what others say?" Feng Aotian looked at Xing Wuyun and smiled evilly.
"The word 'blood'." Xing Wuyun thought of this and smiled, "Because he is very afraid of blood, but unfortunately, he also likes to kill."
"Since he is afraid of blood, he will definitely not kill himself." Feng Aotian felt that this person was very contradictory.
"Therefore, every time he kills, he will cover his eyes with black gauze, so what he sees is not red, but black." Xing Wuyun smiled again.
"Then how did this one fall into your hands?" Feng Aotian raised his dagger, pressed it against his chest, and asked in a deep voice.
"This..." Xing Wuyun leaned on the soft couch, lowered his eyes to see that the shirt on his chest touched the dagger, a hole had already been made, and his body quickly stepped back, "I got it from Wei Zimo. "
"He is very stingy, how could he give it to you easily?" Feng Aotian turned his wrist, and the shirt on his chest shattered again, reaching the tender white skin at his heart.
"It's not that the guy is too clean, he wants to kill but he doesn't want to do it himself, so he can only let the courtier do it." Xing Wuyun looked at the dagger a little more, and he wanted to cut his own skin, and quickly replied.
Feng Aotian hooked lightly, the dagger slid across his skin, like a graceful arc, leaving his heart, Xing Wuyun breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to get up, when he saw a touch of scarlet overflowing from his heart, he hurriedly He got up on the soft couch and stared at Feng Aotian, "Your Highness... What did the minister do wrong?"
"It's disrespectful to the lord." Feng Aotian put away the dagger, "This belongs to the lord."
Xing Wuyun stretched out his hand to cover his wound, watched helplessly as the dagger fell into her hands, and immediately jumped off the soft couch, "My lord, didn't you say that you would only play for a few days?"
"Huh? Do you have an opinion?" Feng Aotian glanced sideways, the dagger had already fallen into her arms, and passed over him, then sat down, "If the wound on the chest is not treated in time, it will leave a scar. Responsible."
"I don't need to be responsible for the prince." Xing Wuyun said in a deep voice, turned around, and stepped out of the room.
Looking at such a situation, Lan Jingshu then silently retreated to the desk, picked up a pen, and wrote the files of the past few days.
Mu Hanyao also looked at the military book in his hand.
"Master, everything is done properly." Po's voice sounded.
Feng Aotian's mouth curled into a smile, "Well, those who are willing to submit to this king will be rewarded heavily, if they are not willing, they will all be killed."
"Yes." Po Ying said, and then said, "Two hours ago, Concubine Mu took General Leng out of the mansion and went to the Leng mansion."
"Well, now his body is 80% better, and it's good to go out and walk around." Feng Aotian said lightly.
"Then Miss Leng asked about General Mu's current situation." Po Fu replied again.
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at Mu Hanyao, "I don't know that General Mu still has such a pretty lady in his capital."
Mu Hanyao raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian's eyes as cold as usual, "The Mu Mansion and the Leng Mansion are family friends, and I have treated her as a younger sister since childhood."
Feng Aotian got up, walked slowly in front of him, stretched out his hand, raised his chin, and looked at her, his eyes met, one was deep and cold, the other looked unpredictable.
"If General Mu likes it, how about the decree to marry him?" Feng Aotian's thin lips parted lightly, and his words were unusually indifferent.
Mu Hanyao didn't change his face, and met her cold eyes without fear, "I have no intention of talking about marriage now."
"What about the future?" Feng Aotian asked immediately.
"I don't know." Mu Hanyao replied honestly.
Feng Aotian sneered, turned around indifferently, and walked out of the room.
Mu Hanyao watched the figure she left, lowered his eyes, his expression remained unchanged, and continued to look at the scroll.
Xing Wuyun leaned in the pavilion, raised his eyes and looked into the distance, the breeze was blowing his face, blowing his blue silk, his clothes were flying, and Feng Aotian walked forward and walked in front of him. Looking at the chest leaking, still dripping blood, "What are you thinking?"
"I haven't felt distressed for a long time." Xing Wuyun turned his eyes, smiled at Feng Aotian, and continued to turn his eyes to look into the distance.
Feng Aotian leaned beside him and looked up at the sky, "Sometimes after wearing a mask for a long time, you will feel that you are like this, so you forget what you really look like."
"Really?" Xing Wuyun hooked his lips into a smile, as bright as a peach blossom, and casually put his legs together, "If you take off the mask, it will be more painful to live."
Feng Aotian said in a low voice, "Put it to death and then live, if you don't try, how can you know it won't work."
Xing Wuyun turned his eyes and looked up at her. Her face was paler than the clouds in the sky, making people unpredictable.
He took away the look of Shicai, and returned to his usual unrestrained smile, "My lord, this minister can be hurt now."
Feng Aotian leaned forward slightly, facing his eyes, her red lips slightly hooked, and slowly approached his lips, until she wanted to touch, her fingers had slid down the front of his shirt and slid into the skin of his chest.
Xing Wuyun suddenly felt like he had seen a ghost, his body was crooked, and then he fell from the gazebo, and with a "pop", he fell into the pond again.
He stared at the smile at the corner of her mouth, but was not annoyed. Instead, he waved his hands in the pond and laughed out loud.
Feng Aotian put his hands around his chest and turned his body to his side, looking at his wanton and wild smile. In this world, he is not the only one who lives wearing a mask.
Ye Meixi walked slowly to her side and leaned in her arms, "Master, is he stupid?"
"Other people laugh at me for being crazy. I laugh at others, but I can't see through it. The child is not a fish, so how can I know the joy of a fish." Feng Aotian looked at Ye Meixi, "My complexion is much better."
"Just stay with me for the past two days, and don't allow anyone else beside me." Ye Meixi said domineeringly.
Feng Aotian raised his hand, took him into his arms, and said with a small smile, "Okay."
After Xing Wuyun laughed enough, he swirled out of the pond, the water splashed everywhere, he landed in front of Feng Aotian, still his free and unrestrained temperament, "My lord, this minister thinks that I will see you in the future, I need to check whether there are ponds around, Or Qinghu."
"Well, if you are drunk in the future, Xiu will come to look for the master, so as not to be taken lightly by you." Feng Aotian also retorted.
Xing Wuyun raised his voice and smiled, "Your Highness, how can you blame the ministers, if the Lord does not force the ministers to stay here, nothing will happen."
"You're right. In the future, you won't have to drink alcohol. In this way, you won't be drunk, and you won't be rude to the Lord." Feng Aotian nodded and said, hugging Ye Meixi and leaving the pavilion.
Xing Wuyun was wearing wet clothes, turned his eyes, looked at Feng Aotian's figure, a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then returned to his previous temperament, roguely rushed in front of Feng Aotian, "My lord, this is a good thing. No, if you want the minister not to drink alcohol for a day, then it would be better to kill the minister with a knife."
Feng Aotian looked at him, and took out the dagger from his arms, "Master likes killing people the most."
Xing Wuyun showed pain on his face, "My lord, why do you make trouble for your minister?"
Feng Aotian sneered, "If you don't go in yet, if you eat it, you won't have any share of the good wine that you have prepared for dinner tonight."
Xing Wuyun was still on the verge of death just a moment ago. At this moment, it seemed that he had been reborn. He smiled and hurriedly bowed to Feng Aotian, and followed her footsteps into the house.
Ye Meixi looked at Xing Wuyun's greedy appearance, couldn't help but snorted coldly, and then sat beside Feng Aotian, "Master, look at his virtue when he sees wine."
Feng Aotian said with a light smile, "Wine is a good thing, as the saying goes, a drunk can relieve a thousand sorrows."
"That's right, raise a glass to dispel your sorrows." Ye Meixi brought the soup to Feng Aotian, and stared at Xing Wuyun with a satisfied look holding the pot of wine with disdain.
"It's just an excuse to escape." Feng Aotian's tone was light, and then he put the vegetables into each person's bowl, "Don't worry about him."
Xing Wuyun raised his head and drank a cup. Hearing Feng Aotian's words, a look of sadness flashed across his brows, then he put down the wine glass, took up his chopsticks, and ate the meal.
After dinner, Ye Meixi stuck to Feng Aotian, and the two sat in the courtyard to admire the moon.
Mu Hanyao was lying against the window, raised his eyes, looked at the night, lowered his eyes, and continued to read the military book quietly.
Lan Jingshu walked to Xing Wuyun, watching him snuggle comfortably with a jug in his arms, and said with a small smile, "Brother Wuyun, you have already been drunk once today."
Xing Wuyun turned over slightly, raised his eyes, and looked at Lan Jingshu, "It's rare to get drunk a few times in life, good wine, naturally you will get drunk."
"Solo Lele is not as good as everyone's Lele, instead of drinking alone, you and I haven't drank together for a long time. It's rare to have such a leisurely mood today, why not join us?" Lan Jingshu immediately sat aside and said warmly.
"That's fine." Xing Wuyun got up immediately, put down the jug, turned his eyes, and looked at Mu Hanyao in the distance, "Brother Hanyao, why not join us."
Mu Hanyao raised his eyes, put down the scroll, then got up, walked calmly to the soft couch, and looked at the two of them, "How many years have the three of us been together for a drink?"
"It should have been five years." Lan Jingshu counted the days and said with a light smile, "At that time, it was because you and Brother Qianye made a great contribution and returned triumphantly, so we were able to wash away the dust and celebrate for the two of you together. feast."
"Well, that day, drinking was the most enjoyable." Xing Wuyun remembered the situation that day, and also raised a smile, "Come on, you and I will have a good drink tonight."
In the courtyard, Feng Aotian listened to the conversation of the three of them, and there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth. He turned his eyes and looked at Ye Meixi leaning in his arms, and he also smiled.
"Master, won't you go in and join in the fun?" Ye Meixi asked in a low voice, reaching out and hugging her.
Feng Aotian smiled wickedly, "I don't want to go to spoil the fun, it's better to have you with me."
That night, the three people in the house chatted happily, and they were very happy.
In the palace, Feng Yinqi has been having trouble sleeping and eating these few days, and for some reason, the nights are even more nightmares.
Defu walked into the palace with the decoction and saw that Feng Yinqi looked very ugly, he hurriedly stepped forward and said with concern, "Your Majesty, your dragon's body has been slightly ill these days, this old servant should ask the imperial doctor to show you. ."
Feng Yinqi raised her eyes and looked at the medicine in Defu's hand, "Is it sent by my mother?"
"Exactly." Defu nodded, "This is the heart of the Empress Dowager."
"Bring it here." Feng Yinqi looked at it, his eyebrows swept over with sadness, and he also understood some things.
Defu took the medicine over, Feng Yinqi drank it in one gulp, then raised his eyes and looked at the moonlight outside the window, "Uncle Wang has been gone for a long time, when will he come back?"
"Your Majesty, the regent should be back soon." Defu looked at Feng Yinqi's dazed expression and replied distressedly.
"I'm afraid it's too late, I won't be able to see you again." Feng Yinqi said quietly, then lay down directly, "I'm tired, you step back."
"Yes." Defu was strange to Feng Yinqi's words, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions, so he respectfully left the hall.
Feng Yinqi opened her eyes, looked around the huge palace, sighed deeply, and slowly closed her eyes.
In the regent's palace, Mu Hanjin watched Leng Qianye become more silent than before. He sat in the bamboo forest without saying a word. He slowly stepped forward and sat down, "Brother Leng, what are you thinking?"
"Let's go out of the house today, only to know why it is only one day in the mountains, and it has been a thousand years in the world." Leng Qianye's tone was extremely indifferent, and it seemed that he used all his strength to say such words.
Mu Hanjin raised his eyes and said lightly, "If you want to go back to Lengfu, I can accompany you back every day."
"It's always uncomfortable." Leng Qianye looked at Mu Hanjin, "What I want is freedom."
"The lord said before he left that everything will wait for her to come back." Mu Hanjin turned to look at him, "I believe she will be able to return to Beijing in a few days."
"She came back, and I don't know what happened." Leng Qianye sneered, then filled the glass and handed it to Mu Hanjin, "Tonight, you will have a drink with me."
Mu Hanjin picked up the glass and smiled, "Okay."
The two of them are also silent. Once, they were both high-spirited young talents, but they were imprisoned in this cage. Now, they are just longing for freedom.
The next day, when Feng Aotian woke up, she looked sideways and saw that Ye Meixi was no longer by her side. She got up and entered the house, throwing jugs everywhere. The three of them were lying on the soft couch. is happy.
Feng Aotian walked to the inner hall by himself, washed and changed clothes, and then walked out, and saw that Mu Hanyao was not in the room, she stepped up, walked out of the room, saw him standing with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky, and took a deep breath. in one breath.
"I don't know, you are very good at drinking." Feng Aotian walked slowly to his side and stood.
Mu Hanyao turned around and respectfully said, "Your Highness."
Feng Aotian stared at the front and did not look at him, "Another day, accompany you for a few drinks."
"Yes." Mu Hanyao still returned to his former stern smile, and the rare side of chatting and laughing yesterday has gone with the fragrance of wine.
Feng Aotian knew that the depression, unwillingness, and pain had been suppressed for a long time in their hearts, "Go wash."
"I retire." Mu Hanyao said in a deep voice, turned around indifferently, and walked into the house.
"Master, it's time for breakfast." A pleasant voice sounded, and Ye Meixi came to her with the meal.
Her eyes flashed a touch of tenderness, "I haven't seen anyone for a while, so you are in the pantry."
"Master, Meixi wants to make you something to eat before leaving." Ye Meixi looked at Feng Aotian, her beautiful face was still so enchanting and charming, even her smile was full of thousands of amorous feelings. , However, in those eyes, there is an inseparable passion.
Feng Aotian was touched at this moment. In the last life, no one had ever cared so much for her. In this life, for the first time, someone was willing to cook for her. She seemed to have a faint hole in her heart. A warm current slowly poured in, she stepped forward and took the tray from his hand, "Thank you."
Ye Meixi curled her lips into a smile, very satisfied. How difficult is it for such a proud person to say thank you
When the two entered the house, Xing Wuyun and Lan Jingshu had already stood up, changed their clothes, and after washing, they walked out and watched Feng Aotian carry the meal in person. The three of them were obviously startled.
Ye Meixi looked at them, "This is yours."
It was self-evident for the three of them that this was the breakfast that Ye Meixi cooked for the regent himself. The three of them stopped talking and left the room.
Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and looked at the sky, "Alas..."
Jingxi came over with the hangover soup, "Master, this is the hangover soup that the lord ordered the servants to prepare last night."
Lan Jingshu turned his eyes and looked at Jingxi, his eyes flashed with darkness, and then said, "Well, bring it in."
"Yes." Jingxi replied, and then carried it into another room.
Mu Hanyao didn't speak anymore, just carried him inside, Lan Jingshu and Xing Wuyun immediately followed, and the three of them sat at the table, suddenly feeling a little empty and uncomfortable.
The three of them were relatively speechless. They didn't talk like they did last night. Instead, they each had their own thoughts. After breakfast, they walked out of the room.
Feng Aotian looked at the dishes in front of him, "Master never expected that you would be able to cook such a good dish."
"I learned it on purpose before, thinking that in the future, when I meet someone I love, I will make it for her." Ye Meixi put the vegetables into her bowl, her eyes full of smiles.
Feng Aotian was slightly startled, looked at him, was she too selfish and ruthless, now, her identity cannot be revealed, she looked at him, and finally couldn't speak.
Xing Wuyun leaned against the door and watched the two enjoying breakfast happily. Then he remembered that they had all eaten together these few days. Now, only the two of them feel very uncomfortable.
Lan Jingshu didn't speak, but walked straight into the room, then went to the desk, and continued the unfinished business last night.
Mu Hanyao went to set up the garrison, Xing Wuyun was dropped again, and it was very boring, so he leaned against the door and watched the two big men in the house kiss me and me.
I remembered the last time I saw the picture of the two of them, you and me, I wanted to vomit for a few days and nights, but now that I look at it, why does it feel so pleasing to the eye
Thinking of this, he turned around quickly with a look of astonishment.
Immediately a little irritable, then turning around, he saw that Feng Aotian had finished his breakfast, standing in front of him, looking at him.
He quickly showed a strange smile, "Your Highness..."
"Have you seen enough?" Feng Aotian asked in a low voice.
"Well, I've seen enough, I've seen enough, the lord continues, and the courtiers will not disturb." Xing Wuyun laughed, then stepped back, and in a flash, he disappeared.
Ye Meixi stepped forward and wrapped her arms around her waist, "Master, what are you doing today?"
"What do you want to do?" Feng Aotian asked with a chuckle.
"Master, please paint for Meixi Huafu." Ye Meixi suddenly thought and smiled.
"Okay." Feng Aotian nodded, and then the two entered the room, spread out the rice paper, looked at Ye Meixi lying on the side and on the soft couch, and drew attentively.
Lan Jingshu on the side, raised his eyes, looked at the picture in front of him, raised his eyebrows, and did what he should do again, ignoring it.
I don't know how long it took, Feng Aotian put down the pen, put down the red pen, looked at Ye Meixi, "Okay."
Ye Meixi got up from the soft couch, her tender lips raised slightly, and she walked in front of her step by step, looking at the portrait that came into view, her smile deepened, "Lifelike."
"Well, this king will frame it immediately." Feng Aotian said, and then looked at Lan Jingshu, "Jingshu, frame this painting for my lord."
Lan Jingshu raised his eyes, wrote down, and said respectfully, "Yes."
Then he left from the book desk, walked to Feng Aotian's side, looked at the painting in front of him, the person in the painting had a charming charm, and even the enchanting between the eyebrows was drawn into the wood three points, he lifted Eyes, looking at Feng Aotian, did not expect that the regent's painter has reached such a superb level of achievement, can not help but secretly admire.
Feng Aotian looked at Lan Jingshu, "In the future, I will draw a picture for you."
"I would like to thank you, Your Highness." Lan Jingshu was expecting her to say so, but now that she really spoke like this, he hurriedly agreed.
Ye Meixi looked sideways, looking at Lan Jingshu in front of her, thinking about this person, he looked gentle and unremarkable, but it should not be underestimated. After getting along with him in the past few days, he could somewhat see his hidden ability.
It's been a dull day,