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082 Sick Beauty
Chapter Name: 082 Sick Beauty
Xing Wuyun immediately landed, looked at the blood stain on the ground, then looked at him, and quickly waved his hand, "Why did you vomit blood before I hit it?"
Feng Aotian's eyes sank slightly, and there was another pain in his heart. He raised his eyes and looked at the thin back. He got up from the bed and walked towards him slowly. He raised his wrist and frowned his pulse. "You have something to hide?"
Mu Hanjin covered her heart, turned her eyes, and looked at her, with a slight smile at the corner of her mouth, "Well, it's just because martial arts has just recovered and cannot bear it for a while."
Feng Aotian's eyes became even colder, staring at him for a long while, raising his hand, embracing him in his arms, and then sitting on the soft couch, "So, why don't you take care of him, what are you doing?"
Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, "I haven't put the clothes on yet."
The corners of Xing Wuyun's mouth curled slightly, "How can it be mine?"
"It was originally yours," Feng Aotian said coldly, staring at Xing Wuyun fiercely.
Xing Wuyun reluctantly walked to the screen. Sure enough, there was a clean goose-yellow brocade. The corners of his mouth raised unconsciously, then changed, turned around, walked to the soft couch, looked at the two people in front of him, and shook his head. "Tsk tusk, look, one by one is still very weak."
When Mu Hanjin saw him put on his clothes, he was dashing, with gentle eyes flashing in a shallow gloom, then turned his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, "Master, it's good for the minister to adjust his breath by himself."
Feng Aotian hadn't recovered yet. Knowing that he couldn't help, he nodded, then got up and went back to the bed.
Xing Wuyun immediately got up, followed her to the bed, and watched her look sick and haggard, but she had never seen her inherent coldness and domineering, she was still honorable and luxurious.
He raised his eyebrows, his peach blossom eyes were slightly curved, and then he looked at Feng Yinqi who was lying quietly on the inside of the bed, "Master, since you are fine, what about the emperor?"
"After a thousand years of dispersal." Feng Aotian turned his eyes, looked at Feng Yinqi, condensed the sadness in his eyes, turned his eyes, and looked at Xing Wuyun, "Do you know the solution to the thousand years of dispersal?"
"I don't know." Xing Wuyun was startled at first, then shook his head again, "These thousand years have been lost for so many years, and there was no one to understand at the beginning. Now, it is even more difficult."
Feng Aotian's eyes flashed coldly, "Master will definitely find a solution."
Xing Wuyun put his hands around his chest, leaned against the bed, and stared at Feng Aotian, thinking that he was only two days late. He didn't expect such a lively thing to happen in this capital, so he asked in a low voice, "Master, Is the Supreme Emperor in that palace real?"
Feng Aotian turned his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun. A wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Although her face was pale, it could not conceal her unique temperament, "You will know it when you enter the palace tomorrow."
"Why does the courtier want to enter the palace?" Xing Wuyun couldn't help but startled, looking at Feng Aotian, his eyes were full of calculations.
"This king has lightly tapped you as the commander of the Imperial Guard. Now that you have arrived, you will take office tomorrow." Feng Aotian said unhurriedly.
When Xing Wuyun heard this, he stared at her dumbfounded, and finally reacted, "Master, didn't you promise that you don't have to be a court official?"
"Yeah, if you don't enter the court, you are entering the palace. This king has not broken his promise." Feng Aotian said it for granted.
Xing Wuyun suddenly lowered his face and stared at Feng Aotian, "My lord, entering the court is entering the palace, what's the difference?"
"Of course there is a difference. Entering the court is a matter of the court. You are now entering the court and are responsible for the safety of the court. It has nothing to do with the court." Feng Aotian lifted his eyes and narrowed his eyes slightly. Choose one."
Xing Wuyun's handsome face was stained with grievances, and he stared at Feng Aotian, "Master, why are you doing this? Knowing that the subjects are lazy, why do you have to give them this drudgery?"
"Who vowed to stay with this king? Who said to let Wei Zimo come to visit this king?" Feng Aotian glanced at Mu Hanjin who was still working hard to heal his injuries, and looked at him casually. Xiang Xing Wuyun.
Xing Wuyun was immediately blocked and speechless, "The courtier said he wanted to be with you, and there is no prince in the palace, why are you going? Do you look at those resentful women in the palace? Or let the courtier try to assassinate that person. Too Emperor?"
"You're right, it's a good way. Go and assassinate." Feng Aotian followed Xing Wuyun's words and said.
Xing Wuyun smashed his mouth, staring at her with a bitter expression, and said respectfully, "Yes, the minister obeyed! Isn't it possible to go? Isn't it just being a gatekeeper."
Feng Aotian looked at him, as if he was on the execution ground, and a slight smile evoked at the corners of his mouth, "Master hid an altar of broken snow lotus in the imperial garden. It just so happens that you can look for it."
"Really?" Shicai still looked dying, and now, his face was immediately radiant, and his eyes were shining brightly.
Feng Aotian nodded, "Well, as to whether you can find it, it depends on your ability."
When Xing Wuyun heard this, his eyebrows were full of smiles, and then he looked at her, "If this is the case, the minister will go back to the mansion to prepare and take office tomorrow."
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, "Well, go, just to see your father. It is said that after passing out in court yesterday, he is still not awake."
Xing Wuyun looked at Feng Aotian, naturally knowing that something interesting must have happened in the court yesterday, "Master, did you take care of the father of the minister?"
"I am sympathetic to his merits over the years, and ordered him to return to his hometown and live forever." Feng Aotian said indifferently.
"Well, the prince said very well, my father should have a good rest." Xing Wuyun did not look surprised, but, with red lips slightly raised, he smiled casually, then turned around and glanced at Mu Han. Jin stepped out of the bedroom.
Feng Aotian stared at Xing Wuyun's figure, thinking.
After Mu Hanjin adjusted her breath and luck, her complexion improved a lot. She slowly closed her eyes and opened her eyes to see Feng Aotian looking directly at him. He stepped down from the soft couch and walked in front of her. Lord, why look at the minister like this?"
"Why are you vomiting blood?" Feng Aotian stared at him with condensation in his eyes.
Mu Hanjin immediately sat on the bed, embraced her in her arms, raised her right hand and placed it on her heart, "Maybe you feel the beating?"
"Yeah." Feng Aotian then leaned against his arms, his palm touched his heart, and he could clearly hear the beating sound.
"After the Chen Wugong was blocked, he would vomit blood every three days during that year. Now that Wugong is unblocked, there are also such problems. There is no need to worry." Mu Hanjin's voice is extremely soft and gurgling. The sound of running water is very pleasant.
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and stared at his gentle eyes, "Really?"
"Naturally, it will be better after one year." Mu Hanjin nodded, "This is just a small matter."
Feng Aotian stretched out her hand, wrapped around his waist, his body exuded a faint breath of sweet spring, as if it could purify her inner turbidity, she took a deep breath, "You know that the Lord took you to the valley last time, What does it mean?"
"I didn't know it at the time, but now I know it." Mu Hanjin smiled softly, and his handsome face was covered with a layer of radiance. He stretched out his hand and stroked her blue silk.
"What?" Feng Aotian asked softly.
"Jun Yingcao... the shadow of the king." Mu Hanjin looked down, staring at her eyes, "The prince wants the minister to stay by your side forever and be inseparable."
"Yeah." Feng Aotian curled his lips and smiled, "Would you like to be Lord's Junying Grass?"
"The minister is willing." Mu Hanjin replied softly, even if it turns into a plume of smoke, it will follow you.
Feng Aotian smiled at the corner of her eyes. At this moment, she suddenly felt that it was really good to have such a person with her for a lifetime.
Inside the palace, Feng Aoyun stepped into the bedroom with a gloomy face, Xing Zhiyan and Guo Hui followed closely behind them, not daring to make a sound.
Feng Aoyun waved a big palm, shattered the bead curtain in front of him, stepped inside, sat down, raised his eyes, stared in front, sneered, and said in a deep voice, "Okay, very good."
Xing Zhiyan and Guo Hui stood by. The cold air radiating from Feng Aoyun's body made her shudder. A gloom flashed through her eyes. Today's affairs are mixed for them.
Feng Aoyun turned his eyes and stared at Xing Zhiyan harshly, "Why don't you remind me that the Regent's Mansion has such rules?"
Xing Zhiyan raised her eyes and looked at her, somewhat timid, "Master, the subordinates think she will be an exception to you."
"Exception?" Feng Aoyun's eyes shattered with a cold light, "What an exception, today, the humiliation that I have suffered, I will surely redouble it from her in the future."
"Lord, is she really unconscious?" Xing Zhiyan asked cautiously from the side.
"Didn't it mean that you encountered an assassin last night?" Feng Aoyun's mouth was cold. "If you are unconscious, then if you encounter an assassin again tonight, will you die?"
"The Lord meant to send someone to test tonight?" Xing Zhiyan asked in a low voice with her eyes flashing.
"Send someone to go for the assassination tonight. I have to see if she is really unconscious, or use this to test my seat." Feng Aoyun's eyes shattered with a cold light, and a wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Xing Zhiyan answered, "Yes."
"How is the riot in the southwest going?" Feng Aoyun asked in a deep voice.
"Now, there has been chaos in the three consecutive cities. The Jiegan Uprising, under the banner of the regent king, has now gathered 20,000 insurgents. If this is the case, within a month, plus the people in the cabinet , There will be turmoil in the entire southwest, when the time comes, all the people all over the country will be dispatched, so the entire Phoenix Country will be in chaos." Xing Zhiyan said from the side.
"Well, everything is going according to plan, and it must be very powerful. In this way, within March, the entire Phoenix Country will collapse." Feng Aoyun seemed to think of the picture after March. The smile on the corner of his mouth became deeper. He wanted it. He stepped on Phoenix Country on his feet and watched Phoenix Country die.
Xing Zhiyan looked at Feng Aoyun next to him. I don’t know why he hated Phoenix Country and vowed to subvert the entire Phoenix Country. But now, she is just a slave who is controlled by others. She can’t help but think of her childhood happiness. Time, the self at that time, and the people at that time, now they are all right and wrong.
After all, this path was her own choice. Could it be that she was too ambitious to hide evil intentions and lead wolves into the room. Now, why is she under control?
The matter is over, who can you blame? All of this is just her own sin. If Phoenix Country perishes, then where should she go?
Feng Aotian also received the news in the Prince Regent’s Mansion. Hearing the report from the soul, a small smile evoked at the corner of his mouth, “In less than ten days in the southwest, 20,000 insurgents have gathered. This speed is too fast.”
"Nowadays, the people don't have a living, and the southwest is in a remote place. It has been without crops for two years. The people can't eat enough, so this is the case." Mu Hanjin also got the news and looked at Feng Aotian, although he knew it. In the past two years, what she did, but still tells her bluntly.
Feng Aotian looked at him, "No need to mention the past. The most urgent thing is to calm the unrest in the southwest."
"Now, Brother Leng has not yet reached the border. The men and horses brought by the eldest brother have left since Lianghuai. Now, it has only been two days, and it will take three days at the earliest to reach the border. Starting from the border and heading to the southwest. It also takes half a month. According to the current gloomy development, major turmoil will erupt in the entire southwest within a month. At that time, even if the eldest brother goes, it will not be able to stop it." Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Aotian , Inevitably said worriedly.
"Who is this uprising?" Feng Aotian said solemnly.
"The people of the uprising are the local people. The reason for the uprising is that the local magistrates are corrupt officials who arbitrarily increase taxes. In the past two years, a lot of money and things have been raided, which has caused people's grievances. Under the banner of looking for beauties for the prince, the corrupt officials forcibly expropriated the local young and middle-aged people. Those who were less attractive were taken as coolies, and those who were moderate were sent to brothels in various places. In name, on the surface, it was sent to the capital, but in fact it was sold to other countries. Not only that, he colluded with local bandits, burned, killed, looted and committed no evil. This uprising was also due to the conflict between the officials and the people. It aroused public anger and held an uprising.” Mu Hanjin also just received the news, handed the letterhead in his hand to Feng Aotian, and said slowly.
Feng Aotian listened, his eyes flashed coldly, "Why are you playing the banner of the regent king?"
"At first, they uprised only because they were dissatisfied with the local corrupt officials. They smashed the county government office, and even beat the corrupt officials alive. Later, for some reason, they played this banner." Mu Hanjin thought about this. It is also strange.
"There must be someone operating in the dark." Feng Aotian's mouth twitched slightly, and he let out a sneer, turned his eyes and looked at Mu Hanjin, "Now, are there other people in the southwest?"
"The land in the southwest is already barren. Phoenix Country has limited soldiers and horses. They are mainly used to fight Qi Country. The rest are left behind and don't have much strength." Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Aotian and replied truthfully.
"Okay, very good, no soldiers are available, no one is available, then I can only wait here for the entire Phoenix Country to start a chaos, Qi Country takes advantage of the vacancy, and Phoenix Country will just die." Feng Aotian laughed. , "It seems that someone wants to destroy the Lord and Phoenix Country together."
"Master, do you know who did this?" Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Aotian and asked in a low voice.
"It's just a guess." Feng Aotian looked at Mu Hanjin, "Is the guess in your heart different from the master?"
Mu Hanjin said with a gentle smile, "Now, how should we quell the Southwest Riot?"
"Why do you want to calm down?" Feng Aotian's mouth evoked an evil smile, and looked at Mu Hanjin.
"The prince meant..." Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Aotian, as if she understood what she meant.
Feng Aotian smiled lightly, "If he is put to death and then reborn, the master will follow his will, and only a hero can be born in troubled times."
Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and looked at her, "But, if that's the case, Lord, you are afraid that you will..."
"It's okay, isn't it just being scolded as "Wu Dao Faunjun"." Feng Aotian chuckled, "Master is innocent, so let's take care of what others say."
Mu Hanjin looked at her helplessly, with tenderness between her eyes, "Master, if you really lose by then, what should you do?"
"Don't forget, what the master said, wherever you go, go wherever you go. Even if it's Biluohuangquan, you have to follow your master." Feng Aotian stretched out his hand, pointed at Mu Hanjin's straight nose, and leaned forward. , Kissed his lips.
Mu Hanjin closed her eyes, met her lips, raised her hand, embraced her in her arms, and savored carefully that he would stay with her no matter what, for three months, he still had time.
The clouds were light, the moon was light and the wind was light. Feng Aotian was lying on his side and on the soft couch. After having dinner with Mu Hanjin, the two of them looked through the memorials. There was no excessive noise in the inner hall. Laughing at each other, occasionally talking about national affairs, or looking down at the memorial.
"The Southwestern minister has ordered someone to go and arrange." Mu Hanjin put down the memorial in his hand, raised his eyes, looked at her, and said with a small smile.
"Well, let them wait for an opportunity, don't arouse suspicion." Feng Aotian said in a low voice.
"Yes." Mu Hanjin nodded, "There are two hundred thousand troops in Beijing, one hundred thousand in the hands of the prince, and one hundred thousand in the hands of Yi Yang."
"Yi Yang?" Feng Aotian recalled this person, "His son is here now?"
"Exactly." Mu Hanjin nodded and said, "However, his fate is not long."
"Why?" Feng Aotian thought about this person. She had only seen him twice. At that time, she had only looked at that temperament and found it interesting, and then brought him into the palace.
"He has been weak and sick since he was a child. After he was brought into the palace by you, he became depressed and ill. Now, he is also very sick." Mu Hanjin also visited him two months ago, but now, I don’t know. how was it.
"What is his name?" Feng Aotian really couldn't remember his name.
"Yi Mu" Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Aotian, "Since he returned from the prince's place last time, he has not been sick."
Feng Aotian looked at him, "Are you weird?"
"Chen didn't dare." Mu Hanjin couldn't forget the pain of those two years anyway. Nowadays, she still has lingering fears when she thinks about it. However, looking at her today, she can no longer bear half of the hatred.
Feng Aotian's face was dark, stretched out his hand and stroked his face, "Bring him."
"Yes." Mu Hanjin answered, then got up and left.
Feng Aotian looked at the figure he was leaving, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, Yi Mu? The sick beauty seems to be an overthinking one.
Mu Hanjin has now faded away from her official robes and put on her favorite crescent white brocade robes. Her elegant body, elegant face like jade, reveals an elegant temperament like water.
The courtyard where Yi Mu lives is relatively behind. He tapped his toes and flew away. After a short while, he fell into a remote courtyard in front of him. The courtyard looked very deserted, and the plum blossoms in the courtyard had withered. , Very cold.
He stepped in slowly, and the servant guarding the door also greeted him and said, "The servant has seen Concubine Mu."
"Where is your master?" Mu Hanjin asked lightly.
"The master is upset these few days, so I just drank the medicine and fell asleep." The minion beside him hesitated and replied, thinking that no one had come to Meixiang Pavilion for a long time. Although this palace is heavily guarded, it is also without walls. Nowadays, the most favored person in this palace is Princess Mu.
Mu Hanjin stepped inside, walked into the attic, and saw that the window lattice was half-hidden, and the curtains on the bed were blowing with the wind. The man's slightly white face was very clear, and Xuanyue's eyebrows were frowned. There is a lot of melancholy, and the whole body is enveloped in a melancholy fog, which makes people feel unbearable when looking at it.
Mu Hanjin suddenly remembered a poem, saying, "Half a volume of Hunan curtain and half a door, rolling ice to make a pot of earthen jade. I stole Lirui three-pointed white, and borrowed a wisp of plum blossom. , Qiu Gui complained to the girl and wiped her marks. The shy and shy complained to someone silently, tired and leaning on Xifeng Ye and fainted. "It is probably what he looked like.
He sighed faintly. He couldn't bear to disturb his purity, but he was helpless. Then he pushed the door and walked gently to the bed, calling out, "Yi Mu?"
The person lying on the bed, listening to Mu Hanjin's voice, slowly opened his eyes, saw the person coming, the corner of his mouth reluctantly gave up a small smile, "Why are you willing to enter my courtyard today?"
"I'm coming from Lord Feng." Mu Hanjin looked at Yi Muhua's sorrowful face, and couldn't help feeling sad.
"Why did the prince suddenly think of me as a sick person?" Yi Mu was slightly startled at Mu Hanjin's words, revealing a touch of bitterness, and faint sarcasm and bitterness.
Mu Hanjin stretched out his hand and lifted him up from the bed. The minion on the side took his shirt and put it on for Yi Mu. He was dressed in a pale pink shirt with noble plum blossoms printed on the hem. He still straightened his back. Half a little cowardly, after washing and putting on properly, he rolled his eyes and pressed his thin lips slightly, "Let's go."
He didn't complain, nor was he happy, as if he was just a wisp of clear soul in this world, and would disappear at any time. Mu Hanjin looked at him at this time, unspeakable sadness. .
"Your body?" Mu Hanjin stretched out his hand and stroked his pulse. There was a sign that the oil was exhausted and the lamp was dry. He couldn't help looking at him and whispered.
"It's better to leave this turbid world earlier than to be uncomfortable in this place." Yi Mu's voice was extremely soft, like a wisp of blue smoke drifting by.
Mu Hanjin held his wrist, walked out of the house, tapped on his toes, and led him to the palace. Yi Mu obviously did not expect Mu Hanjin to be able to martial arts, but he didn't ask much, as if this matter was with him. It doesn't matter much.
After a short while, the two of them landed in the bedroom. Feng Gonggong looked at Yi Mu in front of him, revealing a touch of doubt. Yi Mu stood outside the bedroom without squinting, and then he wanted to take off his clothes.
Mu Hanjin stretched out his hand and stopped him, "Go in, no need."
Yi Mu was slightly startled, but without asking why, he followed Mu Hanjin into the bedroom.
The two entered the bedroom and walked into the bedroom. At this time, Feng Aotian was lying lazily and lying on the soft couch. His complexion had not yet recovered, and he was a little pale. From a distance, he looked handsome and beautiful. A little more morbid.
She raised her eyes and looked at the two slowly coming, especially when she saw the man behind Mu Hanjin. Suddenly she remembered the words of Lin Daiyu in the Dream of Red Mansions, "Two bends are like frowning and frowning. Happy and affectionate. The state produces the sorrow of the two, and the disease of the whole body. The tears are a little bit, and the breath is slightly. In the quiet, like a beautiful flower and shining in the water, the action is like a weak Liu Fufeng. Like Xizi wins three points."
She couldn't help sighing, it was true that her heart was higher than the sky, and her life was thinner than paper.
Mu Hanjin stepped forward slowly and stood beside Feng Aotian, "Master..."
"Well, sit down." Feng Aotian said lightly.
Mu Hanjin immediately sat down, and continued to read the memorial, turning his eyes to look at Yi Mu standing three steps away from Feng Aotian, bowing his head and saying, "The courtier sees the prince."
Feng Aotian looked at him with a rather unyielding aura, but he called out softly, and then coughed.
"Lord, come here." Feng Aotian said solemnly.
Yi Mu still bowed his head, walked forward slowly, three steps, but the score was not bad.
Feng Aotian raised his uninjured hand and poured a cup of tea, "Sit down."
Yi Mu was startled slightly, took the teacup and looked at the soft couch in front of him. There was no chair beside him. Where should he sit?
Looking at him like this, Feng Aotian couldn't help but chuckled, then stretched out his hand and pulled him lightly, and he fell into her arms.
Mu Hanjin looked at the picture in front of her, her expression flashed with peace, she wrote again, and continued to review the memorial.
Feng Aotian raised his hand and grasped his pulse, "Congenital deficiency, combined with too much thought, now it is a sign of serious illness."
Yi Mu paused, raised his eyes and stared at her, "The minister has been like this since he was a child."
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "However, it can still be recovered."
Yi Mu was startled again, a sneer evoked at the corner of his mouth. What if he could live longer, not to be trapped in this dark iron prison, it would be better to get rid of it earlier.
Feng Aotian raised his chin and forced him to look at him. The smile on the corner of her mouth was deeper, "How easy is it to die. If you want to die, the Lord will do you."
Yi Mu stared at the coldness in her eyes, his mind trembled, "The minister dare not."
Feng Aotian laughed again, "Don't dare to let the master do it, or dare not to die?"
"Don't dare to let the master do it." Yi Mu's eyes were clear, but his eyebrows were slightly frowned, which made people feel pity.
Feng Aotian looked at such a person, "If the Lord gives you one month, you can raise your body well, then the Lord will let you go, how about?"
Yi Mu's eyes flashed with hope, and he raised his eyes and looked at her. Seeing her, it was not a joke, "The minister will do his best."
"Okay." Feng Aotian said with a small smile, then picked up the Zhubi, wrote the bottom line, and passed it to his hand.
Yi Mu looked at the paper in his hand, suddenly a little stunned, raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, "Master, don't need medicine?"
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, and then looked at Mu Hanjin, "Look and see, let him report to your place every day."
"Yes." Mu Hanjin put down the Zhubi, took the prescription from Yi Mu's hand, and then understood, said with a smile, "This prescription is very good."
Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at him, "Han Jin, send him back."
"Yes." Mu Hanjin smiled lightly and looked at Yi Mu, "Let's go."
Obviously, Yi Mu left so easily without expecting it. He raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian. He was already looking at Zhezi intently, and ignored him. When he looked at Mu Hanjin again, his eyes were compared to those of Shi Cai. A little bit more puzzled.
Mu Hanjin got up and exited the bedroom with Yi Mu. He did not use light work, but walked back slowly with him.
"She has changed." Yi Mu looked at Mu Hanjin with a small smile on his lips, not as melancholy as before, "You have also changed."
"You should change too." Mu Hanjin looked at Yi Mu, "I know exactly what your talents are."
"So what, the left is just too high-spirited." Yi Mu sneered, "I'm in this body now, but it's just a day."
"The prescription that the prince gave you may be useful. If you can go back after one month, if your body is better, wouldn't it be better?" Mu Hanjin comforted.
"If I can go back, that would be fine. I haven't seen my parents for two years. I don't know how well they are now." Yi Mu raised his eyes, looked at the cold moonlight, and sighed quietly.
"Then you can take care of yourself." Mu Hanjin said softly, "You can participate in the imperial examination after one month."
"The imperial examination?" Yi Mu raised his eyes and looked at Mu Hanjin, "Can I?"
"Why can't it?" Mu Hanjin stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder, "You sick beauty, I hope you can shine."
Yi Mu seemed to have some expectation in his heart, and smiled lightly, "If this is the case, then I should take care of myself."
"It's good to think so." Mu Hanjin's eyes flashed with relief.
After Mu Hanjin sent Yi Mu back, she turned around and flew back to the bedroom.
"I don't know, my Lord, there are so many talents in this mansion." Feng Aotian looked at Mu Hanjin, "Everyone is outstanding, and the real person is not the master."
Mu Hanjin smiled lightly, "Is that so, can the prince take a fancy?"
Feng Aotian laughed, "His talents are comparable to those of Nan Shu."
"Yeah." Mu Hanjin nodded, "Back then, he and he were both called talented scholars, and they were never expected to be brought into the palace by the prince."
"It seems that the Lord's vision is very good." Feng Aotian said slightly, "It's a pity that there is such a bone and a sick child."
"I hope it will be better afterwards." Mu Hanjin remembered the scene when Shi Cai went to see him, and it was unavoidable that he was sentimental. Will he become that way in the future?
Feng Aotian looked at him, "Where are the 100,000 horses in Yi Yang's hands now?"
"Stayed in Fengshan Camp." Mu Hanjin continued.
"Yi Yang's eldest son, where is it now?" Feng Aotian asked immediately.
"Three years ago, she died on the battlefield." Mu Hanjin thought of the scene at the time and looked at Feng Aotian, "Now, General Yi has only one son."
Feng Aotian lowered his eyes and stopped talking. Now, everything she said is unnecessary, and all she can do is make up.
Mu Hanjin stretched out and shook her hand, "Master..."
"There are assassins, protect the prince." Feng Gonggong's voice interrupted the tranquility in the palace.
Feng Aotian's eyes flashed coldly and he looked at Mu Hanjin, "It seems that he wants to test whether this king is really unconscious."
"Yes, prince, minister go out and have a look." Mu Hanjin's gentle eyes flashed with coldness, and then got up from the soft couch and walked outside the palace.
In an instant, when he heard the fierce sound of weapons intersecting, Feng Aotian immediately got down on the soft couch, and then lay on the couch, closing his eyes tightly.
After a while, someone forcibly broke through the palace, wanted to come in, and was killed in a moment. Outside, there was nothing wrong in the palace.
Mu Hanjin stood at the door of the bedroom with his hand, coldly staring at the assassin in front of him, and shouted in a deep voice, "The prince is still not awake now. Hearing the orders of this palace, anyone who dares to break into the bedroom will kill him."
"Yes." The guard at the door of the bedroom answered, and Mu Hanjin stepped into the bedroom.
Looking at Feng Aotian lying peacefully on the bed, he saw a dark shadow flashing outside the window lattice, his eyes were dim, and then he stepped forward, walked to the edge of the bed, covered her with the brocade, and sat down. Aside, watching intently.
The black shadow flew away immediately, and within a moment, all the assassins outside the palace were killed.
Feng Aotian slowly opened his eyes and looked at Mu Hanjin, "Even if this person goes to report, he may not believe it."
Mu Hanjin stretched out her hand and lifted her up carefully, "Even if you don't believe it all, you will be half believe it."
"He likes him the most half-believing." Feng Aotian smiled lightly, then got up from the bed, looked sideways, and looked at Feng Yinqi's face, "Can you prepare ginseng bath soup?"
"It's ready," Mu Hanjin said gently.
"Okay, take it in." Feng Aotian stretched out his hand and lifted Feng Yinqi from the bed. "You little guy is really troublesome."
Feng Gonggong ordered someone to bring the bath soup in, and then backed out.
Feng Aotian took off Feng Yinqi's clothes and carried him into the bathtub. Mu Hanjin picked up the cotton pad and said, "Master, let the minister come."
"Okay." Feng Aotian nodded, then stood aside and watched.
In the palace, the shadow had already fallen into the queen dowager's bedroom, and he quickly reported it.
"What happened?" Feng Aoyun asked in a deep voice.
"Master, the subordinates did not break into the palace, but the subordinates saw the regent lying on the bed outside the window, apparently in a coma." The shadow replied in a low voice.
"Go down." Feng Aoyun's eyes flashed coldly, "She is playing tricks with this seat."
"Lord, isn't the regent king unconscious?" Xing Zhiyan asked in a low voice from the side.
"Yes." Feng Aoyun's face darkened, "In that case, I will wait for when she wakes up. In the past few days, you will go to the morning court and listen to politics with the curtain."
"Yes." Xing Zhiyan answered first.
In Wuyue Country, Ye Mei seemed to be restless all day, as if sensing something happened, as expected, it was getting darker, and then it came.
The old eunuch in front of him is the chief eunuch in front of the emperor, Grandpa Hai. He looked at Ye Mei in front of him and said, "His Royal Highness, the emperor announces that you are going to the Royal Garden."
"Okay, my Highness will go now." Ye Mei replied kindly. For him, what he can do now is to prevent others from raising doubts, especially Prince Ye Ziran.
"Okay, the old slave will immediately go and report to the emperor." Daddy Hai replied with his throat, and then retreated.
Ye Mei looked at Xiang Han, "Go and get the red silk."
"His Royal Highness, what do you want red silk for?" Xiang Han asked from the side.
"How did your father think of me, the prince who was forgotten by him, but it is because my mother concubine must have said that I inherited her stunts back then and let me go to perform." Ye Mei has been since childhood. Suffered all the pain.
His mother and concubine are the most favored concubines of the emperor. It stands to reason that he, the prince, will be favored as well. However, he has been indifferent since childhood, because his mother and concubine are jealous of all those who look better than her, regardless of Was it a woman or a man, and he just inherited her stunning appearance, so she went in front of the emperor and said that he had an ominous sign since he was a child and could not get close to the emperor, so that he would be what he is now. field.
He couldn't help but feel funny, how can there be a mother in this world who is jealous of her child's beauty?
However, this is often the case. His mother and concubine then gave birth to two children, one is him, and the other is a younger sister who is two years younger than her. Xiyue is even more beautiful, and she is born with strangeness. Xiang, at the age of thirteen, had already become the first beauty in Wuyue Country. The queen mother was jealous of her appearance and tried to kill her, but he tried to resolve it. However, after all, she did not escape. He watched his own sister being tarnished to death, but could do nothing. He could clearly remember the eyes that Xiyue looked at him when he was dying. They were full of resentment and pain. Until that moment, he did not understand that he How terrible is his mother, he and Xiyue are her biological flesh and blood.
Thinking of this, his hands were tight and tight, and in early summer he brought the red silk, and Xiang Han followed Ye Mei out of the bedroom, and walked slowly towards the Imperial Garden.
In the imperial garden, the sound of dancing and music can be heard from a distance, as well as the charming voice of women.
The emperor of Wuyue Country is obsessed with beauty all day, not going to the morning court all day long, singing songs every night, drunk and dreaming.
When Ye Mei was very young, she was trapped in a dark room by her mother and concubine. As long as her concubine didn’t go well, she would hang him upside down on the beam of the room and beat him with a whip. At that time, she had no resentment. , She is his relative in this world, no matter what she does to him, she is his mother.
However, he was wrong, a big mistake, only because of his intolerance, he watched his mother hand her daughter to the hands of a group of beasts, raped to death, and watched her son get killed. Abandoned martial arts, poisoned and died.
If it hadn't been for him to take the antidote earlier, if it weren't for him to survive by chance, now, he has been killed in Huangquan, but his mother and concubine are still singing and dancing, doing her Concubine Chen.
Ye Mei stepped into the imperial garden, and saw the man in the pavilion hugged left and right, wearing a dragon robe, laughing loudly, and beside him, the charming and charming woman was his mother and concubine.
He condensed all his emotions and walked forward step by step until he reached the pavilion, and said respectfully, "My child sees the father."
"Yes." The man in front of him was startled first, looking at Ye Mei in front of him, a touch of surprise appeared between his eyebrows, "My son, listen to your mother and concubine, you inherited your mother and concubine's stunts, but unfortunately, your mother concubine Now that I am unwell, how about calling you to come and perform?"
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