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036 Too Skinny
Chapter name: 036 too thin
When Mu Hanjin heard this, her slender jade fingers touched the bowl gently, and she lowered her eyes. There was a hint of gentleness that was not easily detectable in those eyes, as well as an unpleasant look.
Feng Aotian lowered his eyes, stared at Ye Mei, and chuckled. He really didn't suffer. He ran his fingers across his puffed lips and sniffed his unique body scent, "How upset?"
"Master, the slave is also cold." Ye Mei's beautiful eyes flowed, Gu Pan was radiant, and her fingers raised Feng Aotian's clothes in front of him, and said softly.
"Master has a good way to ensure that your body cold will be cured soon, and it will be immediate, but do you want to try?" Feng Aotian lowered his head, bit his lip, and whispered.
Ye Mei's figure trembled, what could be done? He was just looking at Mu Hanjin not pleasing to his eyes, why did he have soup to drink, but he could only look at him eagerly?
Before Ye Mei could react, Feng Aotian turned around and pushed the soft and boneless Ye Mei leaning on her to his waist and abdomen, and he was ejected along the strength of the palm.
She flew lightly, and his body directly slammed into the inner hall. Of course, Ye Mei knew Feng Aotian's inner strength was deep, and she screamed in her heart. How could he relax his vigilance against her because of her brief gentleness? The tiger still dozes, but the dozing tiger is also a tiger, and she will never lose her cruel nature. Thinking about this, I feel that because of Mu Hanjin, I lose an inch and my soft body is straight. The wall of the inner hall rushed vigorously, only a minute away, and it was about to hit.
He has no fear at all. This kind of thing is nothing compared to what he has endured in the past. The grief is no greater than the death of heart. Now, he is just a living dead. If he is not harboring hatred, he is afraid that he has already died. In this world, there are still many amorous feelings between the eyes, and he calmly faced the fragile body and crashed into the wall.
The slender waist was embraced in his arms by a force. He raised his eyes and met those cold pupils. There was not too much emotion in the eyes, but why did this embrace show a trace of warmth? That handsome face was magnified in front of him like this, making him stunned.
Feng Aotian landed gracefully, pulled off Qiuhu from the hanger on the side, and put it on his body, covering his seductive scenery. When he was stunned, he flipped over, grabbed his feet, and took out the Jinpa, wrapped around his fat-skinned ankle, hung on the beam of the room.
Ye Mei hung in the inner hall like this, and he looked at Feng Aotian in a puzzled manner. Could this be the new tormenting thing she came up with? In the past, the scenes of being abused by her are vivid, how can he not hurt, how can he not hurt, but he still has to pretend to be very enjoyable, such pain makes him numb, since he is numb, he gradually loses Perception.
However, now that the warmth wrapped around him makes him want to blame her, why do he have to act so tenderly when torturing him?
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and the evil charm of his mouth twitched, "For these two hours, a person's body cold can be cured."
Ye Mei couldn't help but roll her eyes in her heart. With such a nonsense, she could still speak so high-sounding, so that it can cure the body cold. Is he really a fool? However, now he can't help but pretend to be stupid, and quickly smiled, "Master, is this really possible?"
"In the future, I will come to the lord's bedroom every day and hang here for two hours, and it will be completely cured in about a month." Feng Aotian said, turning around and walking out of the inner hall leisurely.
Ye Mei watched Feng Aotian's back leave, curled her mouth slightly, and just dangled it, anyway, is this already normal? Did he rarely get beaten up when he was hung up? Not bad this time.
Feng Aotian walked out of the inner hall, and saw Mu Hanjin lowered her head, taking her own meal. She sat beside him neatly, "Your clothing master has been ordered to be brought over, wait for Leng Qian After Ye is fully recovered, you will move there."
"Yes." Mu Hanjin answered in a low voice, no longer in a daze.
Feng Aotian picked up the chopsticks, and put the vegetables in front of him, "Eat more, you are too skinny, so please stroke your hand."
Because of her act of picking up vegetables for him, Mu Hanjin was experiencing a warmth in her heart, but she was forced back by the second half of her sentence, and she couldn't help but lament in her heart, how could she suddenly change her sex? He really thought about it.
After lunch, the two of them went to the study, sitting face to face on the soft couch as they did yesterday, Feng Aotian reclining and lying on one side lazily and comfortably, the afternoon sun was quiet, and it fell on her handsome face. , Her thin lips were slightly pursed, and she read a copy of the National Policy from the shelf in her hand.
Mu Hanjin sat quietly on the other side of the table, fingered the Zhubi, carefully annotated the memorials, sorted them in order, and put them away for Feng Aotian's approval.
At this time, Nan Shu had already traveled to the Supervisory Office, had done a series of handovers, took the Yushi token, and flipped through the archives about Lianghuai. He was not only the last champion, but also the son of the left. The inspectorate was bestowed by the regent’s male favorite, Yushi. With such a distinguished status, other officials of the inspectorate dare not make any trouble. They are cautious and act individually.
Inside the imperial palace, Feng Yinqi made a big tantrum in the emperor's bedroom. His small body was trembling with anger, his complexion flushed, his fists clenched, and he stared at the portrait of Feng Aotian on the imperial case, filled with darts, and his eyes Ruthlessly, slapped a palm on the imperial case, panting.
Outside the palace of the emperor, Xing Yan, the right minister, lowered his head. The events of the early dynasty today are vividly remembered. Both the Imperial History of the Inspectorate are his protégés. Now, one person has been put into prison and one person is killed on the spot. The two sculptors took the top priority position, not only that, but also dismissed his authority. In this way, all the plans were disrupted by her, what should we do next? He was anxious now, not knowing what to do, and the emperor in the temple, the little ancestor, was furious. Just as he was sad, he saw the gentle woman walking towards him not far away. His daughter, the current queen mother, Xing Zhiyan, suddenly looked happy and hurriedly greeted him.
"The old minister sees the empress dowager, who is a thousand years old, thousand years old, thousand years old." Xing Yan quickly knelt on the ground and shouted.
Feng Yinqi, who was furious in the hall, heard the voice of the right minister outside the hall, and ignored the fragments that he had smashed on the ground, and walked outside the hall.
Xing Zhiyan arrived in this style, showing the demeanor of the mother's ritual world, a bright yellow phoenix robe, phoenix crown reveals majesty, dignified and graceful temperament, bright eyes and white teeth, light makeup and thick makeup, making it even more luxurious and gentle.
She walked slowly to the emperor's bedroom, Feng Yinqi had already walked out of the bedroom, stood still in front of her, and said respectfully, "The child sees the mother's queen."