Volume 1: Regent's Turbulence 039 Why don't I also draw one for you?
"Grandfather is busy." Feng Ao Tian slowly scooped another spoonful of porridge, blew on it lightly, and then handed it to Ye Yan's mouth.
Yè Mèi Xī slowly opened her mouth, and slowly drank it down. Her beautiful eyes were filled with a thick layer of smile, staring straight at Fèng ào Tiān. For some reason, he only wanted to firmly remember her gentleness in his heart at this moment.
Lord Feng took his leave and went out.
Outside the bedroom, Feng Yuqi came down from the imperial sedan chair. His small body exuded an unusual majesty. He saw Gonggong walking towards him with his head lowered. With both hands clasped behind his back, a pair of eyes similar to those of his father, the emperor, gazed at this bedroom that could be compared to the imperial bedroom. A hint of gloom flashed across his eyes.
"Your humble servant greets Your Majesty!" Feng Gonggong calmly made a bow and said, "Your Majesty, the Prince is currently busy and probably has no time to personally welcome you."
Feng Yin naturally knew Feng Ao Tian's temper, and usually, he would also sweep his face like this. However, for some reason, he couldn't get over the anger in his heart, especially during these few months when the Regent King was not in the capital. He regained his confidence as the Emperor, and all officials bowed their heads to him, and he finally found back the dignity and face of a monarch. Unfortunately, just as he had barely grasped the feeling of having the world under his control, she returned to the capital and forcibly took it away from him.
He hid his small hand clenched into a fist inside the dragon robe, and a faint smile seemed to appear at the corner of his mouth. "It doesn't matter, the Regent handles all the affairs of state, I'll just wait here."
He didn't believe it, and today he really can't see her.
Marquis Feng smiled and replied, then immediately withdrew to wait outside the palace.
Mo Hanjin's eyes stared blankly at the warm and intimate scene in the inner hall, dazed for a long time, then turned around indifferently and returned to the soft couch. Holding the imperial brush, he glanced lightly at the letter written to his elder brother, a faint, almost imperceptible sneer playing on his lips as he continued to review the memorials.
Feng Ao Tian finished feeding the clear congee, put the bowl in the tray held by the eunuch who was waiting beside him, and said "rest when you're tired." Then he turned around and left.
Yè Mèi Xī gazed at Fèng ào Tiān's receding back, as if she had an illusion that he wasn't as cruel and heartless as she thought, or else why would he have such gentle gestures towards her?
Perhaps today has been tiring enough, and now that he's had a bowl of warm porridge to soothe his stomach, drowsiness crept up on him silently. He wrapped himself in the brocade quilt, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.
Feng Ao Tian walked from the bedroom door and directly entered the study, without looking at Feng Yu Qi who was standing not far away outside the main hall.
Feng Rou's eyes stared at Feng Ao Tian, ignoring him like this, walking through the grand hall, her red lips tightly pursed, a flash of coldness in her eyes, he didn't believe it, today he really couldn't see her.
Feng Ao Tian stepped into the study and saw Mu Han Jin sitting upright on the soft couch, fully focused on reviewing the memorials. A letter was placed beside him. The warm sunlight of the afternoon passed through the window screen and spilled onto his elegant figure like jade, just like the Milky Way in the vast starry sky, making people unable to help but want to approach and peek at the secrets hidden deep within him.
She sat directly on the soft couch, picked up another imperial brush, and her wrist moved lightly, as if she was painting. Mu Hanjin slightly raised his eyes, looked at Feng Ao Tian who was sitting in front of him with a majestic air, wearing a noble蟒袍 (a type of traditional Chinese robe), every move he made exuded an unapproachable grandeur. A ray of sunlight shone on her body, but she had a kind of extraordinary elegance and nonchalance. He felt that for her, he knew very little about her, or perhaps, needed to get to know her better, rather than just superficially.
If she is truly herself now, then who was that cruel and violent person before? Thinking of this, I suddenly felt why I should think about these things, so I quickly calmed my emotions, lowered my eyes, and continued to review the memorials.
Feng Ao Tian carelessly put down the imperial brush, satisfied with his own masterpiece on the secret letter, raised his eyes and smiled deeply at Mu Han Jin, "I also replied to Mu Han Yao's letter, today I'm in a good mood, let you take a look too."
As she spoke, she put the confidential letter in front of Mu Hanjin, raised her eyebrows with satisfaction, and successfully saw a hint of shyness flashing through Mu Hanjin's calm eyes. Her hand holding the pen also paused slightly, and her mood became extremely good.
Mu Hanjin looked at the secret letter handed over to him, thinking that there would be some words written on it. Unexpectedly, what entered his eyes was a painting, and it was actually a picture of his elder brother kneeling naked on one knee. His mind moved, but he heard Feng Ao Tian's joyful voice ringing in his ear.
"When Mu Han first saw you, he was like this, with firm muscles and skin that had a lot of elasticity, especially...". Feng Ao Tian spoke as his finger pointed at the Mi Zhe above her, the one she had deliberately drawn in front of him, "This stroke is indeed bold and colorful, you looked at it very carefully."
Mu Hanjin followed the direction of Feng Ao's finger, and her face suddenly turned crimson. She hastily closed her eyes, for that was a position she was ashamed to be seen in. How could she have spoken so lightly about it? Moreover, the drawing depicted it even more vividly, and what's more, it captured her brother's expression and demeanor at the time with such precision, making one wonder how scandalous the situation must have been.
Feng Ao Tian saw Mu Han Jin's pale face flush with a layer of red glow, his mood was even more delighted. He slightly raised an eyebrow and gazed at Mu Han Jin, "I didn't know you still had such a shy side, or I would have painted one for you too."
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