"Love Curse of 17-Year-Olds? / Text: Lemon Laugh"

  The night is quiet and the moon is bright, but what is endless is his indifference. His elegant figure casts a shadow that brings countless sorrows.

  Leng Qianye gazed at Mu Hanjin's elegant figure, but felt that he had a heavy shackle on his body, thoroughly locking him up. His surroundings were even more shrouded in dark clouds, and now the gentle breeze could not dispel the layers of black fog wrapped around him.

  He couldn't help but wonder what it was that gave him such a lonely figure, isolated and independent in his coldness, this indifference, which no one could see through.

  Mu Hanjin turned his gaze to meet Leng Qianye's puzzled expression, and smiled lightly, saying, "Leng big brother, not long from now, the world will undergo a great change. I hope you can think clearly about how you should proceed."

  Leng Qianye wanted to say something, but hesitated. Did he still have a way out in the future? Now, after being trapped in the Regent's palace for two years, he had already lost his way and was struggling to move forward. Even if he had grand ambitions, they were nothing but illusions.

  "Prince Wang's mind is hard to fathom," Mu Hanjin said lightly, "these past few days the outside world has been undergoing earth-shaking changes, after Leng big brother recovers from his injuries, he can go out and take a look."

  Leng Qianye fell silent, turned around indifferently and said, "Maybe."

  Mu Hanjin saw his determination and did not say much more. He is now a free man, but even if he has gained physical freedom, what about his heart?

  Feng Ao Tian stood outside the bedroom, gazing at tonight's moonlight, which was much clearer and colder than before. She couldn't help but sigh, wondering how long it had been since she last truly appreciated this watery moonlight?

  "Mei Xiang pays respects to the king." Mei Xiang had recovered well in these days, her complexion even more radiant than before, and her whole person seemed reborn. In front of Feng Ao Tian, she was no longer as fawning and flattering as before, but still beautiful and enchanting, with a hint of natural nobility that was not weak, but rather had a few more masculine qualities of firmness and determination.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him, thinking to herself that this was probably his true appearance. She knew that one day he would leave again. Some things, especially those etched into his bones, could never be forgotten or easily forgotten. Moreover, that place needed him.

  "Get up." Feng Ao Tian said calmly.

  At night, he didn't fall into her arms as gently as before, but instead opened his arms and pulled her into a hug, feeling that this posture was more comfortable.

  Feng Ao leaned against his chest, and she had been a bit tired in the past few days. The two of them were hugging each other like this, looking up at the moonlight.

  Feng Yu felt that he was being neglected, and Wang Shu's heart only had his beauty, leaning against the door, sighing countless times, and said sourly, "Alas, Uncle Wang, I also need someone to hold."

  Feng Ao Tian left Ye Mei Xi's arms and looked at him, "Go sleep."

  "Wang Shu is not by my side, I, the nephew, cannot sleep." Feng Yu pouted her mouth and looked at her with a pitiful expression.

  Feng Ao Tian gazed at Feng Yin Qi, a faint smile playing on the corners of her mouth. It was rare to find someone who wasn't intimidated by her authority, and yet here were two people accompanying her without fear.

  "Come here." she said coldly.

  Feng Yu listened, and hastily stepped out of the palace, rushing to Feng Ao Tian's side, throwing herself into her arms. "Wang Shu, since it's a long night and none of us have any sleep, why not drink under the moonlight?"

  Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow and stared at him, "Even if I drink, there's no share for you."

  "Why?" Feng Yuqi raised her eyes and stared at her with both eyes wide open.

  "What's your kid drinking?" Feng Ao Tian raised his eyes and looked at Ye Mei Xi, "Have a few cups with me."

  "Yes." Ye Mei nodded, and in these days of getting along with her, he only discovered that she was actually more fragile than anyone else.

  Feng Yu grabbed his sleeve, "Uncle Wang, you're being biased, it was you who taught me to drink for the first time."

  "Is it?" Feng Ao Tian directly avoided this topic, yes, he had his first drink at the age of five.

  "So, nephew wants it too." Feng Yuqi hurriedly nodded, with a face full of expectation.

  Feng Ao Tian thought that on such a elegant night, don't spoil the mood, so he said, "It's rare for you to be in a good mood tonight, so I'll agree."

  "It's still Uncle Wang who is the best." Feng Rouqiu hugged Feng Ao Tian's arm, laughing brightly.

  Before long, wine and dishes were set up outside the palace. Ye Huan raised his cup, "Ye Huan respects you with a cup."

  "Good." Feng Ao Tian raised his cup with a refreshing smile, and the two of them drank it all in one gulp.

  Feng Yu raised his cup as well, "Nephew also offers a toast to Uncle Wang."

  "Good." Feng Ao Tian also responded accordingly and followed by raising his cup to drink.

  After a few cups of wine, Feng Ao Tian came to life. She still remembered that in her previous life, she rarely drank wine because she had to be highly vigilant at all times, so she didn't know the taste of wine. Now, she raised her glass, swirled it around, looked at the sparkling liquid inside, tilted her head back and took a sip, "Indeed, it's exquisite."

  Yè mèi huì wèi fèng ào tiān zhēn mǎn jiǔ, tā fèng móu mí lí, hóng chún wēi gōu, miàn ruò táo huā, bù jīng yì jiān liú shuchū yī mǎn yǐ mèi zhī tài, jiǔ bù zuì rén rén zì zuì, tā rújīn, yǐ rán chén zuì.

  "Come on, kid, sing a little tune for me." Feng Ao Tian smiled softly and looked at him.

  "What does Grandfather want to hear?" Ye Xian Hui put down his wine cup, hastily regained his composure, and gave a charming smile.

  "Feng Ao Tian raised his cup and pointed at him, 'I've heard that your place is famous for its music and dance, everyone can compose a song just by opening their mouth.'"

  She smiled with a hint of mischief, her face radiating countless charms. With one hand holding the jade chopsticks and the other tapping against the wine cup, she raised her eyes to gaze at the moonlit starry night sky, softly humming a tune. Her voice was no longer as soft and gentle as before, but instead carried a hint of youthful recklessness and clarity, with a subtle undertone of magnetism.

  The long road stretches far and wide, don't ask where I'm going.

  Long sword accompanies floating white clothes

  Naive young man does not know sorrow and love.

  The wind rises over the cold river waters, rain falls and my heart ripples with sorrow.

  A maniacal smile, a beauty's song.

  This evening which evening...

  Life is but a dream, a play.

  After the pain is over, I realize that love is hard to find.

  My love has gone to this place, leaving behind only flying flowers and dreamy shadows.

  Looking back and gazing again, the person is still standing there.

  Watching the rise and fall, drinking alone in memories.

  Several lifetimes of reincarnation, waiting in vain, a fleeting dream.

  The mortal world is vast and hides the spirit of the immortals.

  No need to look back, what's the use of vows?

  Time flies, loneliness accompanies me on the way.

  A smile when meeting, a word of understanding.

  Till death us do part

  Don't ask how much is parting.

  Only after getting drunk did I realize that love is hard to find.

  My love is as deep as the sea, but all I have left are fleeting dreams and shadows.

  Looking back and gazing again, the person is still standing there.

  Watching the rise and fall, drinking alone in memories.

  Only after getting drunk did I realize that love is hard to find.

  My love has gone to this place, leaving behind only flying flowers and dreamy shadows.

  Looking back again, Mount Shu still stands there quietly.

  Watching the rise and fall, alone drinking memories...

  Watching the rise and fall, drinking alone in memories...

  As the music came to an end, Feng Ao Tian gazed at him, catching a glimpse of desolation, sorrow and countless emotions in his eyes. She asked softly, "What's the name of this song?"

  "Adolescent Love." At night, Mei Xi gathered her thoughts and looked at her, suddenly thinking of this tune for some reason.

  Feng Yu drank cup after cup by himself, his drinking capacity was poor, he had already gotten drunk, and fell asleep on the table, snoring loudly.

  Feng Ao Tian remained silent for a long time, then burst out laughing, "What a youthful passion!" He poured himself a full cup of wine and raised it, "Drink up."

  "Good." Ye Mei Xuan gave a charming smile, raised her cup and drank with her.

  Feng Ao Tian Yang raised an eyebrow and looked at Feng Gonggong beside him, "Go get me the pipa."

  "Yes." Feng Gonggong hastily replied and ordered someone to go and instruct.

  In an instant, Lord Feng handed the pipa to Feng Ao Tian. She held it with both hands, half covering her face, and her slender fingers stroked the strings. The sound of a thousand instruments was silenced, and a deep, melancholic melody slowly emerged, carrying a faint, unresolvable sorrow. She gazed sideways at the moonlight. This was the first time she played this piece, only because in the still of night, she would always watch his back as he repeatedly played this tune, until eventually, she naturally memorized it, like an imprint that couldn't be erased.

  Ye Mei Xi had never seen Feng Ao Tian so sad before, listening to the sorrowful melody, her previously resolute eyes were filled with unspeakable melancholy at this moment, as if she was nostalgic for something... She slightly closed her eyes... Her gaze dimmed, at this moment, who was she thinking of? Who was she missing?

  The quiet Regent's palace floated with a low melody, Mu Hanjin was gazing out of the window at the moon, his ears echoing with this sad tune. He lightly tapped his toes and flew to the rooftop, looking towards the majestic bedroom. When he saw the person holding the pipa and playing softly, his clear eyes slightly narrowed, hands behind his back, standing like a statue, his fingers curled up inside his sleeve.

  The music ended, but it unknowingly stirred up the heartaches of many young men in this mansion. Feng Ao Tian raised his eyes and looked at Ye Xiao Hui's thoughtful expression, putting down the pipa, "Today, you also indulged in elegance and lamented the passing of time."

  "Grandfather, what's the name of this tune?" Night Demon asked softly, her bright red lips slightly raised.

  "Cheers." Feng Ao Tian raised his wine cup and drained it in one gulp. "It's getting late, let's disperse."

  "Good." The night demon smiled lightly and got up.

  "Wang Shu... Wang Shu... don't leave your nephew..." Feng Yuqi suddenly stood up, opened his eyes wide, stared at Feng Ao Tian and shouted loudly.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at Feng Yin Qi who was already drunk and unconscious, stretched out his hand, hugged him into his arms, turned around, and entered the bedroom.

  Ye Mei followed closely behind, entering the bedroom together.

  The next day, Feng Ao Tian got up with a slightly sore head and saw that Feng Yin Qi was still asleep. It seemed that he wouldn't wake up for a while, so he got out of bed and Night Charm Huan was already dressed and ready to go. He turned around, hooked his lips into a shallow smile.

  Feng Ao Tian also combed her hair and walked out of the inner hall, Ye Mei Xi had already prepared breakfast, they looked at each other and smiled, then sat down together to have their meal.

  Mo Hanjin did not sleep all night and stood waiting outside the palace early in the morning, hanging his head in silence.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at his still thin figure and said coldly, "Still not coming in?"

  Mu Hanjin walked slowly into the inner chamber, bowed respectfully and said, "Your humble servant pays his respects to Your Highness."

  "Sit down." Feng Ao Tian looked at him, "Even if it's different, you still need to take care of yourself."

  Mo Hanjin immediately sat down on one side and looked at Feng Ao Tian, who handed him the soup as usual. He said in a warm voice, "Yes."

  Yè Mèi Xī sat beside him, as Feng ào Tiān served dishes. "Sir, what time will you return today?"

  "Your body has almost recovered. In two days, you will accompany me on a distant journey." Feng Ao Tian said naturally as he placed the dishes in his bowl.

  "Alright, everything will be as you wish." Ye Mei Xuan smiled and looked at Feng Ao Tian with a bright smile.

  Mo Hanjin put down his bowl, raised his eyes and looked at her, "Going out? Where are you going?"

  Feng Ao Tian Che looked at him, "The affairs of the imperial court will be handed over to you. If there is a major event, report to Ben Wang immediately. Ben Wang thinks that with such a powerful force hidden behind your back for so long, spreading across this vast continent, it should be easy to report quickly."

  "Yes." Mu Hanjin lowered his eyelids and replied faintly.

  Feng Ao Tian finished her early meal, rinsed her mouth, and washed her hands. She then stood up, and Ye Wei also got up with her. He took the initiative to walk forward, hooked his neck around hers, and gently kissed the corner of her lips before reverting back to his usual charming self. "Wei will wait for you at the manor."

  "Good." Feng Ao Tian also smiled slightly at him, leaned in slightly, and then landed another kiss. He turned around, walked past Mu Hanjin's side, and headed out.

  Mu Han Jin still followed her indifferently, but she wasn't holding his hand as they left. He lowered his head and suddenly felt a chill in his fingers. He looked up to see her indifferent back, silent and unspoken.

  Two people sat upright in the imperial carriage, Feng Ao Tian closed his eyes to meditate. As they passed through the streets at dawn, it was not as quiet as before, and some civilians had already begun to move around. They still feared the regent king, but during this time, the policies he issued also left a hint of nostalgia in the hearts of the people.

  Mo Hanjin was also silent, quietly sitting beside her, at a distance of just a few inches, but he felt that they were separated by thousands of miles. Wasn't this the situation he had once been happy to see? Why did a faint melancholy arise in his heart now?

  The morning assembly proceeded as usual, and was in no way affected by the Emperor's absence.

  "All of you, return the silver to me, can maintain the expenses of Feng Guo for a year, and also have rich disaster relief. It can be seen that all of you are capable of accumulating wealth." Feng Ao Tian said in a deep voice after the Minister of Household had reported on the accounts and the situation of the national treasury over the past few days.

  All the ministers hung their heads and remained silent, these were all they had racked their brains, exhausted their thoughts, and accumulated for half a lifetime. Now, it was presented like this. Although it has been nearly half a month since then, they still couldn't sleep at night, and their hearts were still in pain.

  Feng Ao Tian was well aware of the interests involved in being an official, but now that Feng Guo is on the brink of disaster, if she doesn't think of a solution, it will soon be in chaos. For now, she has only tidied up the entire capital, while other places remain unchanged. Moreover, if merchants from other places hear about the situation in the capital and are afraid of having their property and wealth confiscated, they will surely move to neighboring countries. In that case, wouldn't Feng Ao Tian end up losing more than she gains? And then there's the Third Prince, who now controls nearly half of Feng Guo's economic lifeline. How can she possibly retrieve control over Feng Guo's economy from his hands? This requires careful consideration. Besides, this person is by no means a good one.

  After the early morning, Feng Ao Tian stepped out of the imperial palace, and Mu Han Jin went to the Supervisory Institute. These days, he worked in the government office during the day, reported to Feng Ao Tian, and then got on his carriage and left slowly.

  Phoenix Arrogant Heaven sat in the imperial sedan chair, just about to leave, when a yellow-clad figure blocked the way of the imperial carriage. She slightly raised an eyebrow, "Looking for His Majesty for what?"

  Xing Wuyun laughed loudly and hastily said, "Your Highness has forgotten one thing that I have allowed."

  "Is that so?" Feng Ao Tian sat upright in the imperial sedan chair, his voice cold and detached.

  Xing Wuyun took a step forward, smiling suavely. "Your Highness is indeed a noble with many things on his mind. Do you still recall granting me permission to borrow 'Ao Xue' so I can feast my eyes?"

  "Yes, it's true." Feng Ao Tian nodded slightly, "However, I'm not in the mood now."

  "Your Highness, you can't go back on your word." Xing Wuyun's smile stiffened, he had sacrificed his own first kiss to her, and this "Arrogant Snow" was something he had been dreaming of for a long time.

  Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow, "I just said I'm not in the mood today, but I didn't say I wouldn't lend it to you."

  "When will the king have a good mood?" Xing Wuyun suppressed the anger in his heart, it was clear that this regent king was a vengeful person, and now he must still remember the last time he fooled her.

  Feng Ao Tian's body slightly tilted to the side, "Come on up."

  Xing Wuyun was taken aback for a moment, then flashed a charming smile and flew into the imperial carriage, sitting beside her.

  The imperial curtains fell down, Feng Ao Tian's body slightly leaned forward, staring at him, "Except for the smell of wine, there is no scent of makeup, it seems you are still very obedient."

  Mu Hanjin, sitting in the carriage, heard Xing Wuyun's voice from afar. He lifted the curtain and saw him get on the imperial sedan chair. Mu Hanjin put down the curtain and leaned his body against the wall of the carriage, closing his eyes tightly.

  Xing Wuyun watched as Feng Ao Tian approached, her face cautious and wary. The last time was still a painful memory, this time, she absolutely couldn't sacrifice her dignity again, it was really too depressing.

  When he heard her words, he paused for a moment. These days, apart from drinking and having fun every day, there really wasn't a woman by his side. He quickly turned his head, and with a face close to hers, he decided that this time when he went back, he must find a woman.

  Feng Ao Tian saw him like this and suddenly lost his smile, then sat up straight, "'Ao Xue' isn't someone who can be easily ridden by just anyone."

  "I understand." If it's easy to ride, why bother him so much?

  Feng Ao Tian sidled up, "It's extremely spiritual, if you didn't have the aura of this king on you, it would be very difficult to get close."

  "In that case, I beg Your Majesty to grant me one of your robes." Xing Wuyun hastily replied.

  Feng Ao Tian smiled lightly and said, "This aura is not something that can be obtained from just clothes."

  "What should I do?" Xing Wuyun smiled unruly, must he stay with her in one place?

  "Today I'm not in the mood, maybe tomorrow I will be." Feng Ao Tian said softly and closed his eyes to rest.

  Xing Wuyun understood the meaning of Feng Ao Tian's words, which was that if he wanted to see "Ao Xue", he had to stay by her side and wait until she was in a good mood.

  He thought to himself, why did he choose today to come over, couldn't he just bear with it a bit longer? However, thinking again, if she was determined to tease him, even if he chose an auspicious day, it would still be the same. He simply didn't bother anymore and lazily lay down in the imperial sedan chair, revealing his elegant nature, and closed his eyes for a short rest.

  Feng Ao Tian returned to the Regent Prince's mansion, and during this time, the Third Imperial Son still took no action. It was clear that he had a lot of patience, but she knew in her heart that this matter couldn't be rushed.

  He walked into the bedroom with a smile that was as free and easy-going as ever, wearing a light yellow robe that seemed to be made for him, following Feng Ao Tian with an air of nonchalance.

  Ye Mei Xing calculated the time, and from a distance, she saw her figure. Immediately, she stepped out of the bedroom to welcome her, then saw Xing Wu Yun following behind her. A glint of light flashed in her eyes, "Master, you're back."

  "Hmm." Feng Ao Tian stood in front, holding Ye Yan's hand, and felt that his internal strength had recovered to 70 or 80%. Following her on a distant journey in the future should be no problem.

  Xing Wuyun gazed at the demonically charming man in front of her, his beauty was dazzling, and he seemed to be escaping with a hint of shyness. He was indeed handsome, and suddenly she thought of that cleanliness freak, if only he had such a temperament, it would be great. Unfortunately, that person was too arrogant, never putting anyone in his eyes.

  Ye Mei Xing closely stuck to Feng Ao Tian's body, her eyebrows and eyes looking at Xing Wu Yun with provocation. Then, she pulled his hand and walked towards the inner chamber.

  Xing Wuyun looked at Ye Mei Hui's expression, the smile at the corner of his mouth deepened, and the bright sunlight illuminated his handsome face.

  Feng Ao Tian turned her gaze, just in time to see Xing Wu Yun's insidious smile. She gave a sly smile, and her icy gaze fixed on him.

  Xing Wuyun's smile was frozen on his face, he followed Feng Ao Tian silently, enduring it all just to see "Ao Xue".

  The night demon leaned in close to Feng Ao Tian's ear and asked in a low voice, "Sir, where did you find this beauty?"

  "Furong Pavilion." Feng Ao Tian looked at him with a face full of vinegar, lightly laughed and replied.

  "From a distance, I can smell the wine and cheap perfume on him." Ye Yanxi said in a voice that only three people could hear.

  Xing Wuyun pretended to be elegant and carefree, walking alone with a nonchalant air, he had always been forgetful, especially when it came to people who were of no concern to him.

  Feng Ao Tian lightly smiled and didn't speak, stretched out his hand, pinched the soft flesh at Ye Mei Xi's waist, and stepped into the bedroom.

  "Ah......" Ye Mei's voice trembled with a mixture of surprise and grievance as she stared at Feng Ao Tian, her beautiful eyes welling up with tears, leaning into his chest. "You're really bad."

  Xing Wuyun listened to Ye Miehui's voice, which was so alluring that it made his skin tingle. Compared to the charming women under his command, she was even more enchanting and beautiful. He couldn't help but raise his eyes to take another look at Ye Miehui, wondering where this regent king had found such a stunning woman.

  Feng Ao knew that Ye Mei Xi was doing it on purpose, and the reason could be guessed. So she didn't say anything and sat down on the soft couch. Ye Mei Xi leaned into her arms, poured a cup of clear tea, and handed it to her.

  Feng Ao Tian took it over, lightly sipped a mouthful, and put it down. He looked towards the inner hall, where Feng Yin Qi was still sleeping. She got up from the soft couch, Ye Xiao Hui pulling on her sleeve, and the two of them stepped into the inner hall.

  Xing Wuyun also followed Feng Ao Tian's gaze and saw Feng Yujiao. Thinking about the recent days, rumors had been circulating among the people about the Emperor and the Regent King. He poured himself a cup of tea, took a light sip, and put it down, finding it too bitter. Fine wine was more to his liking.

  She stepped onto the bed and saw that Feng Yu's face was flushed, sleeping very soundly. She suddenly felt that something was off, sat down beside him on the bed, took his pulse, and after a moment, it was clear: he had drunk too much and was suffering from alcohol poisoning.

  She helped him up and looked at Ye Huanxi, "Bring me the red porcelain bottle from that box."

  "Yes." Ye Wanxi returned to Yihuan Pavilion after the early morning court session in Feng'ao Palace, originally thinking that the Emperor was just drunk and didn't pay attention to it. Now looking at him, she knew he had been poisoned.

  He turned around, took a few steps forward, opened the box, pulled out a red porcelain bottle, turned around and handed it to Feng Ao Tian.

  Feng Ao Tian opened the porcelain bottle, took out the medicine pill, put it in his own mouth, crushed it with his teeth, then lowered his head and pressed his lips to Feng Xuan Qi's, feeding it to her.

  Ye Mei Xi looked at Feng Ao Tian's actions, somewhat displeased. His hobby was too unique, he clearly remembered that the last time was also like this when feeding Leng Qian Ye, now... wasn't this emperor her nephew? Moreover, so young, could he really stomach it?

  Xing Wuyun happened to catch a glimpse of the scene in the inner hall, and his eyes widened instantly. This was too... He swallowed hard, although he was trying to save someone, but it was too direct, couldn't they think of another way? The emperor was young, after all, he was also a man, this regent king was too heavy-handed.

  Feng Ao Tian is now only focused on saving people, without thinking of other meanings. She feeds the medicine to Feng Yun Qi's mouth, then takes the water handed over by Ye Wei Xian and feeds him to drink, and then lays him flat on the bed, "Bring a jar of Fushou wine."

  "Yes." Ye Mei Hui replied in a low voice, then turned around and said to Feng Gonggong who was waiting outside the bedroom.

  Lord Feng hastily sent someone to fetch a jar of Furuixi wine. Xing Wuyun smelled the fragrance from afar and watched as the Furuixi wine approached him. He sniffed the aroma lightly, reached out to take it, but Lord Feng had already carried the wine jar into the inner hall.

  Xing Wuyun sat stupidly in the distance, staring blankly as the fine wine left him. His mouth was dry and shriveled. This Furen Drunkenness was different from those others. One sniff and you could tell it was a hundred-year-old beauty buried under the snow plum tree. There were only six jars in this world, and he had managed to get one, still doing business with that rich and arrogant guy, begging for one jar. Now, he treasured it, reluctant to drink it.

  Feng Ao Tian opened the wine jar, poured it into a golden basin, and soaked his hands in the wine. He then dipped the cloud-patterned brocade in the wine and undid Feng Yin's middle garment to wipe down his body.

  Xing Wuyun watched as the wine, which was hard to find for a hundred years, was taken away to wipe Feng Yurou's body. Suddenly, he felt that the regent king was being extremely wasteful and saw a painful and distressed expression on his face. Where could he still see that elegant and carefree demeanor?

  Ye Mei Hui turned her gaze, looking at Xing Wu Yun's eyes fixed on the jar, a sly smile playing on his lips, then picked up the jar and drank the last bit inside, licking his lips, savoring the taste.

  Xing Wuyun's face turned gloomy, and he suddenly felt that Ye Huan was too ruthless, not even leaving a single drop for him. He swallowed hard, turned around, and refused to look at him again.

  Ye Mei Xi saw Xing Wu Yun glare at him with a good mood, then put down the wine jug, turned around, and saw that Feng Ao Tian had already helped Feng Yu Qi wipe his body clean, cover him with a quilt, and looked at him with deep meaning.

  He batted his eyelashes and looked at her, "Sir, this hundred-year-old Fu Rong Drunken Flavor is truly exceptional, with a refreshing aroma that lingers on the palate."

  "En, it's good." Feng Ao Tian nodded, "I still have two jars here, let's drink together another day."

  "Yes." Ye Mei Xiang smiled and replied.

  Xing Wuyun was still scolding Ye Wu Xian from head to toe, when he suddenly heard that there were two more jars. His eyes lit up immediately, and he turned around with a flattering smile, looking at Feng Ao Tian.

  Phoenix proudly got up, walked out of the inner hall with slow steps. Xing Wuyun smelled the fragrance of Furuixi wine emanating from her body and was eager to pounce on her, sniffing all over her body. However, considering he wasn't good at flirting with women, he could only give up. But now, the wine worm in his belly was stirred, especially when his eyes were fixed on nothing but Furuixi.

  She stared at Xing Wu Yun, who was staring at himself, constantly swallowing his saliva. Feng Ao Tian let out a loud laugh and intentionally raised her hand, tracing the tip of her finger over his lips, "Want to drink?"

  "Hmm." Xing Wuyun sniffed hard, and just by doing so, he could smell the flavor of the wine. His heart was even more itchy, if he could take a sip, it would be truly wonderful.

  "My things aren't easily obtainable." Feng Ao Tian withdrew his hand, elegantly sat on the soft couch, and Old Man Feng had already sent someone to bring over clear water, with which Feng Ao Tian slowly cleaned his hands.

  On the other hand, the eunuch had already taken out the golden basin filled with Fu Rong Zui. Xing Wu Yun watched as the golden basin left, and suddenly felt a great deal of regret.

  "Your Highness, what do you want me to do?" Xing Wuyun gritted his teeth, thinking of the people he had met, all of whom were ruthless and merciless.

  "Promise me one thing." Feng Ao Tian picked up his tea and smiled at him.

  "What's going on?" Xing Wuyun asked again.

  "Just wait for now, I'll tell you after Grandfather thinks it over." Feng Ao Tian said casually.

  Xing Wuyun pondered for a moment, struggling between the fine wine and the regent king for a long time, but still chose the former, "Good."

  Yè Mèi Xī leaned forward, resting in Feng ào Tiān's arms, looking at Xiāng Wú Yún, "Sir, you promised him, what about Méi Xī?"

  "Isn't there another one?" Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow, his finger tracing over his delicate red lips, "Didn't you just have a taste." The words were ambiguous, and then he lowered his head, kissing his soft lips.

  Xing Wuyun looked at the scene in front of him, thinking that this regent king really didn't treat him as an outsider. He quickly turned around, he didn't want to poison his own eyes.

  Mo Hanjin arrived at the Supervision Office, and in just half a month, he had resolved eight-tenths of the accumulated cases that had been pending for years. He handled matters with ease and his methods were swift and decisive. Despite appearing weak and frail, he possessed remarkable abilities, leaving many officials on the imperial court who had underestimated or held reservations about him in shock. Other officials within the Supervision Office did not dare to be even slightly remiss or overstep their bounds in front of him.

  He finished today's affairs and walked out of the Supervision Court, raised his eyes, it was already past noon, rushed back to the Regent Prince's Mansion, just in time for her to finish lunch and review the memorials.

  Xing Wuyun felt that the few hours he spent waiting in the Regent's palace were even more unbearable than being subjected to cruel torture. If you were a normal man, watching two big men flirting with each other in front of you, how would you feel? Could you still sit there calmly? That was one thing, but during meals, while eating, they had to endure nausea, watching the two feed each other, taking turns eating, could he swallow his food?

  After finishing lunch, Xing Wuyun suddenly felt a grayness in front of his eyes. No matter how good his willpower was, he couldn't withstand the passionate and romantic scene performed by the two men in front of him. He wanted to slap the table and turn around to leave several times, but thinking of Furong Zui and "Ao Xue", he endured it.

  Xing Wuyun suddenly felt that he had no temper at all in front of Feng Ao Tian. If it were that guy, he would have probably turned around and left early, or fought with Feng Ao Tian. But him... who let his weakness be grasped by her?

  Feng Ao Tian looked at Xing Wu Yun with a smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were lifeless as he sat there. She turned her gaze to Ye Mei Xi who was staring deeply at Xing Wu Yun.

  She curled up the corner of her mouth, how could she not see that he had such hostility towards Mu Hanjin, and yet was so jealous of Xing Wuyun?

  As soon as she thought of this, her eyes dimmed, and she felt that she had suddenly thought of him. Just as she was about to calm down, Mu Hanjin had already entered the bedroom.

  She raised her eyes and saw that his expression remained unchanged, calm and elegant. He lowered his head and stepped forward, bowing respectfully, saying "Your Highness."

  "Hmm." Feng Ao Tian replied calmly and indifferently, lowering his head to play with Ye Xiao Hui's fingers.

  Mo Hanjin fell silent, turned around and walked into the study. He looked at the stacks of memorials on his desk, his eyes dimming slightly before he sat down on the soft couch, picked up a brush and began to review the memorials.

  Xing Wuyun looked at Mu Hanjin's departing back with some curiosity, thinking that the last time they met, weren't the two of them very loving? How come today when he saw him, it was as if they were strangers who had never been in love before?

  Feng Ao Tian raised his eyes and looked at Xing Wu Yun, "I have something to attend to, you can follow Mei Xi to wander around the Wang Fu."

  "Yes." Xing Wuyun hastily replied, and finally didn't have to look at their loving expressions anymore, his mood improved a lot, and his smile also became more radiant.

  Ye Mei Xi left from Feng Ao Tian's arms, looking at her back, his eyebrows and eyes slightly sunk, should he also do something for her?

  Feng Ao Tian walked into the study by herself, still with that elegant and refined back view. When was it that she had hugged him, saying words that even she didn't dare to believe? But now, in just a short few days, everything has changed.

  For some reason, she looked at him with such indifference and suddenly had the desire to destroy him. She slowly approached him from behind, raised her hand to touch his hair, but just as she was about to make contact, she abruptly withdrew her hand, walked around to face him, sat down, opened a document, and began to review it.

  Mu Hanjin has now recovered his martial arts skills, and he can naturally sense her breath, as well as the movement she made when she stopped behind him earlier. When she finally left his side indifferently, he couldn't help but close his eyes, then open them again, and everything was clear.

  Ye Mei Xi didn't respond to Xing Wu Yun, got up and walked out of the bedroom. He wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to return to his quarters and adjust his inner energy.

  Xing Wuyun saw Ye Mei Xi not waiting to see him, raised an eyebrow indifferently. He suddenly remembered that Leng Qianye was also in the Regent's Palace, and immediately walked out of the bedroom, looking at Feng Gonggong beside him, "Where is Leng Qianye?"

  "Fourth Master, aren't you going to escort Young Master Xing?" Manager Feng said in a sharp tone.

  "Yes." Si Xi hastily replied, and immediately stood beside Xing Wu Yun, "Master Xing, I've brought the slave with me."

  Xing Wuyun nodded slightly and followed Si Xi's lead to Qinghui Pavilion.

  Feng Yu Qiu was half asleep and half awake, but she already felt her mouth dry and her tongue parched. She tore at the brocade quilt on her body, murmuring, "Wang Shu... Wang Shu..."

  Feng Ao Tian heard Feng Yu Qi's murmurs in her sleep, got down from the soft couch and walked towards the inner hall.

  Mu Hanjin saw her leave, his pen paused, and he let out a barely audible sigh before continuing to read the memorial.

  Feng Ao Tian walked into the inner hall, and saw that Feng Yu Qi had already pulled off the brocade quilt, the red marks on his body disappeared, and he was lightly pursing his lips, "Water... water..."

  She hastily poured water, walked to the bedside, and helped him sit up. Feng Rou drank a large mouthful of water, slightly raised her eyes, looked at Feng Ao Tian, then lay in her arms, "Wang Shu..."

  "Hmm, you're not allowed to drink from now on." Feng Ao Tian commanded in a deep voice.

  "Hmm." Feng Yu nodded, still dizzy, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

  Feng Ao Tian re-covered the brocade quilt and then turned around, heading towards the study.

  As soon as he entered the house, sat on the soft couch, and saw the person in front of him with a pale face, looking ill, her eyes were cold and gloomy, grasping his wrist, "Breathing is disordered, Qi and blood are insufficient."

  "It doesn't matter, slow is fine." Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and said lightly.

  Feng Ao Tian raised his hand, and the plan in front of him was turned over, along with the memorial that fell to the ground. She stretched out her hand and pulled him into her arms, "If you don't want to live, I'll destroy you right now."

  Mo Hanjin leaned against her chest, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, silent and unspoken.

  Feng Ao Tian lowered his head, prying open his lips, sucking on his thin and cold lip, both hands stripping off the official robe from his body. This body didn't even have a hint of warmth, due to his martial arts being sealed for too long, just unsealed, he had been too lean and frail over the years, unable to withstand it.

  Her palms gathered internal force, roaming over his body. Her kisses were fierce and domineering, as if she wanted to tear him apart. Mu Hanjin endured the biting and kissing that was like a stormy rain, each one feeling like a sharp sword, piercing his heart.

  It wasn't until he gradually regained his body temperature in her almost violent kisses that he fainted.

  Feng Ao Tian retracted his inner strength, gazing at the person in his arms. The jade-like face finally had a hint of red glow, thin lips were swollen, and the body was covered with palm prints. His clothes were disheveled, yet still exuding a faint coolness.

  She stretched out her hand, buttoned up his shirt, laid him flat on the soft couch, picked up the memorials in front of her one by one and put them aside, turned around and walked out of the study.

  Xing Wuyun walked to the Qinghui Pavilion and saw Leng Qianye sitting under the bamboo forest, wearing a white dress that fluttered in the wind, extraordinary and otherworldly, just as beautiful and refined as when he first saw her.

  Leng Qianye raised her eyes and looked at the newcomer, putting down the book, and smiled rarely, "Wu Yun brother, how did you end up here?"

  "Brother Qianye, it's been a while." Xing Wuyun smiled and took a few steps forward, looking at Leng Qianye.

  "But just a prisoner confined here." Han Qianye replied calmly, waving his hand, "Please!"

  "As it happens, I'll keep you company today." Xing Wuyun smiled freely and sat down with a flourish.

  "How did you end up here?" Leng Qianye looked at Xing Wuyun and couldn't help but ask.

  "It's hard to put into words." Xing Wuyun thought of this matter and felt ashamed, hastily changing the subject. "I previously heard that you were imprisoned in the Regent King's palace, thinking of coming to see you, but the palace was heavily guarded and I didn't know where you were being held, so it dragged on until now. Now, seeing you safe and sound, my younger brother is also relieved."

  "I'm also recovering recently." Leng Qianye said with a faint smile, "Let's not mention it."

  "Is there wine to drink here?" Xing Wuyun asked directly.

  "Come on, bring out the wine." Leng Qianye smiled lightly and said, "Still can't change this habit of being fond of drinking."

  "Alas, if I were to go a single day without wine, I would find life dull." Xing Wuyun laughed loudly, his eyebrows and eyes revealing a carefree spirit.

  "Is that so?" A cold voice sounded, Xing Wuyun's smile froze on his face, and he turned to see a brown figure walking in.

  Leng Qianye sat on a bamboo stool, still cold and distant towards her. Xing Wuyun hastily stood up and smiled, "Your Highness, aren't you busy? How did you end up here?"

  "It's been too long, let's take a break." Feng Ao Tian's face turned cold and he said in a low voice, then sat down, only to see Huan Xi had already brought wine over.

  Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow, glanced at the military book beside him, then looked at Leng Qian Ye, "Haven't finished reading yet?"

  "There are a few places that are hard to understand." Leng Qianye looked at Feng Ao Tian, mentioning the military book, he finally showed interest and rarely replied to her.

  Feng Ao Tian picked up the military book, "Which several places?"

  Leng Qianye continued, "From the sixty-second move onwards, it's somewhat understandable yet not quite."

  Feng Ao Tian thought that after getting this military book, she had only roughly flipped through it. She started to turn the pages one by one again. Xing Wu Yun saw the wine and hastily poured a cup, drinking it in one gulp. Although not as intoxicating as Fu Rong's wine, it was still quite some time ago, at least fifty years.

  "This wine is excellent." Xing Wuyun said with a tone that suggested he had more to say, and then poured himself another cup.

  Feng Ao Tian slightly raised her eyes, glanced at him, and then focused on reading the military book. Cold Qian Ye, who was beside her, also poured herself a cup of wine and drank it, raising her eyes to measure her.

  Bamboo forest is secluded, clear wind whispers, bamboo shadows are green mist. Her beautiful face reveals a elegance like jade bamboo, red lips slightly pursed, eyes like gods, holding a book volume, her whole body emits an elegant atmosphere, as if surrounded by immortal mist, making people dare not disturb at first glance.

  Xing Wuyun raised her eyes, also looking at Feng Ao Tian like this. She thought of the scene with Ye Miao Hui together, and remembered the first time she saw her a few days ago. The three different personalities were all gathered in one person, staring at her side face, thinking of the softness under her own body that day, quickly lowering her eyes, scolding herself, what was she thinking?

  Mo Hanjin slowly came to, propping himself up with a somewhat weak body. His clothes were intact and unharmed. He looked around and found himself still in the study, with the memorial on one side. He thought back to what had just happened, raised his hand, and touched his lips. He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and regulated his internal energy.

  Two hours passed in an instant, Xing Wuyun had already finished drinking two jugs of fine wine, leaning contentedly on the emerald bamboo beside him, his peach blossom eyes slightly curved, his face like a peach flower, his red lips pursed, paired with that goose-yellow shirt, he was indeed romantic and elegant.

  Leng Qianye was silent, with the contents of the military book swirling in his mind, carefully pondering. Feng Ao Tian closed the book and threw it into his arms, "This book contains 72 methods for deploying troops and forming arrays. Each method can be an independent array, or two can be combined as one, three can be combined as two, or all 72 can be combined as one. If you look from back to front, combining the 72nd formation with the first, then the second formation with the 71st, and so on, you will understand its secrets."

  Leng Qianye looked at Feng Ao Tian, a flash of astonishment crossed his face. The military book he had studied for half a month, she had grasped in just two hours. He hastily opened the military book and combined the part he had just mentioned with another corresponding formation, and it was indeed ingenious. A glimmer of light flashed across his cold eyes, and he looked up at her.

  Feng Ao Tian stood up and looked at Xing Wu Yun, "The drinking bout is over, it's time to leave."

  "Good." Xing Wuyun smiled contentedly and stood up, bowing to Leng Qianye, "Brother Qianye, I'll catch up with you another day."

  "Alright, Brother Wu Yun, take care." Leng Qianye also stood up and bid farewell politely.

  Feng Ao Tian glanced sideways, looking at him being kind to others but cold and indifferent towards herself. She turned around, picked a bamboo stick, drew on the soft wet ground, then lightly swung it and threw it aside. After that, she turned around and left Qing Hui Pavilion.

  Leng Qianye stood by, watching Feng Ao Tian leave, then lowered his eyes to look at the drawing on the ground. His eyes flashed with joy as he turned around, picked up a brush and ink, rushed out, and drew the pattern on paper. He couldn't help but exclaim, "Indeed, it's wonderful."

  Xing Wuyun followed Feng Ao Tian out of Qinghui Pavilion, he suddenly moved forward, put his arm around her body, leaned in close to her, gazing at her lips as smooth as a woman's, the fragrance of Furuixi wine still lingering on her body, making him drunk with desire. He slowly approached her lips, extended the tip of his tongue, and lightly touched her lip, smiling softly, "So sweet."

  Feng Ao Tian was startled by Xing Wu Yun's unexpected move, and she looked up at him with a smile on her lips as he leaned against her shoulder and fell asleep. A flash of cold light flickered in the depths of her eyes - usually only Master teased others, but today, she was actually trifled with by a rogue, and to make matters worse, it was a drunk rogue. She raised her hand and gently tossed him into the nearby pond.

  "Ah!" Xing Wuyun struggled in the pond, shouting loudly. Suddenly, he was half awake from his drunkenness and looked into the distance, where a pair of sharp eyes were staring at him like a sharp sword. He trembled for a moment before crawling out of the pond by himself.

  He looked at his own disheveled and drenched appearance, and couldn't help but lament that the elegant image of a refined gentleman he had cultivated was now ruined here. Fortunately, except for the regent, no one else had seen him like this.

  Feng Ao Tian turned around and walked forward, Xing Wu Yun was covered in mud at this time, but looking at Feng Ao Tian who had already left, he could only force himself to follow closely behind.

  Mo Hanjin suddenly felt his breath smooth out a lot, and immediately stopped working. He slightly lifted his fingers, and the bookcase that had fallen to the ground steadily landed on the soft couch. He got off the soft couch and placed the memorials one by one on the bookcase. However, the inkstone and imperial brush were knocked over onto the floor. He took a step forward, walked out of the study, and saw Feng Ao Tian entering the palace with a gloomy face.

  He furrowed his brow, lowered his head and stood at the entrance, "Your Highness."

  Feng Ao Tian turned his gaze, looking at him, seeing that he was still the same as before, then stepped forward, grasping his wrist, "If I touched you, would it make you so uncomfortable?"

  Mo Hanjin remained silent, unsure of how to respond. Should he say that for the past two years, every time she touched him, he felt a chill? But now, when she touched him, his heart would involuntarily tremble.

  "Alright, alright, rest assured that I will never touch you again." Feng Ao Tian said and turned to leave.

  Mo Hanjin's body trembled as he watched her leave, his back retreating weakly until he sat down on the soft couch. He gently stroked his chest, his mouth filled with bitter sadness, ultimately unable to cross the chasm in his heart.

  Feng Ao Tian turned around in anger and stepped out of the bedroom, only to see Xing Wu Yun walking towards him with a disheveled appearance, seaweed floating on his head, his clothes stuck to his body, and mud all over him. His eyes were cold and stern, "Still not taking him to change his clothes?"

  "Yes." Mr. Feng naturally knew that Wang Ye was in a bad mood and quickly gave Si Xi a look beside him.

  Xing Wuyun also saw the anger in Feng Ao Tian's eyes and thought it was best for him to leave quickly.

  Feng Ao Tian raised her eyes, gazing at the endless sky. It turned out that this was the origin of the two opposing forces. She hid the anger in her eyes and turned around, entering the palace, and then went into the study room, where she saw Mu Han Jin sitting on a soft couch.

  She swept away the scattered ink and brushes on the ground, "Mr. Feng, bring up two sets of stationery again."

  "Yes." Feng Gonggong, who was standing outside the bedroom, had long been prepared and hastily bowed his head to enter, placing it on the desk before retreating.

  Feng Ao sat on the soft couch, picked up the memorial, and read it with annotations, from then on, not a word was spoken.

  Mu Hanjin also sat cross-legged, picked up his pen, concentrated his mind and carefully read the memorial.

  Inside Yihuan Pavilion, Ye Xingyun was meditating to heal his injuries. Suddenly, the door opened and he immediately stopped. He looked up to see Su Xi walking in with a bow.

  "What brings you here?" Night Demon's eyebrows furrowed, his eyes filled with a few more defenses, because the other person's breath was not familiar to him, but carried a dangerous aura.

  "Master, this is the medicine that Wang Ye specially ordered me to brew for you. He said you should drink it while it's hot." Xui Ji said with both hands holding the medicine bowl and her head lowered.

  A sly glint flashed across his eyes, and he sat on the bed, watching as Xixi slowly walked towards him, stopping just a step away.

  "Oh, how could I not know about this matter?" Night Demon's eyes narrowed slightly, and his body flashed, his hand already grasping Rui Xi's neck.

  "Your Highness... your martial arts?" The guard looked at him in shock and surprise.

  With a wave of her sleeve, the mask on the face in front of her was torn off, revealing the woman's beautiful appearance. She burst into tears and knelt down on the ground, "Your Highness, I've finally found you."

  The moonlight danced across the clouds, and he sat on the bed, gazing at the woman in front of him. Her beautiful eyes sparkled as she glanced over, a hint of sadness flashing across her face. "Xiang Han, you can go back now. I won't be going with you."

  "Your Highness, have you forgotten how the princess died? Have you forgotten the suffering you endured all these years? Have you forgotten who destroyed 'Moyan Pavilion'? The princess died with her eyes open, and three hundred people in the pavilion were buried alive. Have you forgotten the grudges of these people, Your Highness?" The woman knelt on the ground, tears in her eyes, her gaze fierce, as if filled with endless hatred, and shouted loudly.

  His hand inside his sleeve slightly clenched, how could he forget, how would he forget, yet now, how could he bear to part with her?

  "Let me think." Ye Mei Xi waved her hand, "How did you know I was here?"

  "The slave secretly heard the conversation between the princess and the dark guard, only to learn that Your Highness has suffered such humiliation for a year. You are a dignified prince, why have you fallen to this point?" Xiang Han couldn't help but feel heartache, choking with sobs.

  A bewitching smile, he raised his eyes, "Reduced to this?" His eyes flashed cold, his palm waved, the screen in front of him shattered, he stood up solemnly, hands behind his back, "You go back first, I know what to do."

  "Your Highness..." Xiang Han raised her eyes, saw his gaze cold and congealed, then lowered her head and replied, "This servant will withdraw."

  He stood up by himself and turned around to leave.

  He stretched out his hand and stroked his own face, she had said that he should put away his heart, hadn't she? So, would leaving be better? That way, they wouldn't meet again, and neither of them would lose their hearts.

  Xing Wuyun changed into a fresh set of clothes and walked to the bedroom, only then did he recall what had just happened. He thought to himself that he must have been out of his mind, how could he think that a man's lips were so enticing? And yet...he even went ahead and kissed him...Was this really him? In the past, he was someone who wouldn't get drunk no matter how much he drank, but this time, after only drinking two jars of wine, he got drunk.

  He saw that the bedroom was empty, so he walked towards the study, lifted the curtain and saw Mu Hanjin and Feng Ao Tian busy at work. He leaned against the door frame, looking at this scene, her eyes were cold as she reviewed the memorials, with a calm and collected demeanor, anyone who saw it would think she was an emperor sitting on his throne. He turned around and looked at Feng Yin Qi lying on the bed in the inner chamber, rolling around randomly due to discomfort, with saliva still flowing from the corner of her mouth. His mouth twitched, ah, indeed still a child.

  Feng Ao Tian finished reading the memorial, raised his eyes, and saw Xing Wu Yun shaking his head and sighing, with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. He said in a low voice, "If you're not coming in, then get out."

  Xing Wuyun tilted his head, smiled casually, and flashed into the study room, "Wang Ye, what just happened..."

  "This king only now knows that after you get drunk, you have such a hobby." Feng Ao Tian smiled evilly and reopened the memorial in front of him.

  Xing Wuyun's figure flashed, and he smiled lightly, "Compared to the prince's, mine is not worth mentioning."

  "This king wants to think about how to cure your drunkenness, otherwise next time you get drunk, won't you just pounce on people and kiss them?" Feng Ao Tian folded the memorial in his hand and threw it aside.

  Xing Wuyun lowered his eyes, he had never been so infatuated before, this was the first time, and it just so happened to be with a difficult person to deal with. His lifelong reputation was once again ruined by her hands.

  Feng Ao Tian finished writing the last stroke, put down his brush, got up from the soft couch and walked to his side, with his hands clasped behind his back, staring at him, "Master's mood is better now, let's go see 'Ao Xue'."

  "Really?" Xing Wuyun's face showed joy, looking at Feng Ao Tian.

  "Let's go." Feng Ao Tian walked past him, and went out of the bedroom, looking at Gong Gong beside him, "Bring another jar of Furuixi wine."

  "It is." Feng Gonggong replied, and ordered someone to bring it over.

  Xing Wuyun stood on one side of Feng Ao Tian, and his heart was even more joyful. Not only could he see "Ao Xue", but he could also taste the intoxicating fragrance of hibiscus, which was truly a great pleasure in life.

  In the study, Mu Hanjin put away the memorial after it was properly stored, got down from the soft couch, walked out of the study, raised his eyes to look at the empty palace, and suddenly felt a cold wind blowing by. He looked up again, watching her and Xing Wuyun's departing figure, raised his eyes once more, and a faint smile curled up at the corner of his mouth. Wasn't this what he had hoped for? She would never touch herself again, good, really good.

  He slowly walked out of the bedroom, and Lord Feng looked at his cold figure, his eyes flashing with a hint of coldness. As long as anyone dared to displease the prince, he would not be pleased.

  Mo Hanjin didn't know how he ended up back at Qinghui Hall, but Leng Qianye had finally figured out the last few array formations. Moreover, based on Feng Ao Tian's drawings, he had found many unpredictable variations that combined them. At this moment, he was so excited that he couldn't contain himself. He looked up and saw Mo Hanjin walking towards him with a distracted expression.

  His eyes flashed with a hint of darkness, "Han Jin, what's the point of this?"

  Mu Hanjin walked step by step forward, slowly sat down on the bamboo stool, raised his eyes and looked at Leng Qianye, "Leng big brother, why are you so happy?"

  "Thanks to this military book, I finally saw through it." Cold Qianye's eyes flashed with a hint of joy as he met Mu Hanjin's dull gaze, and he sat down directly, "What's wrong with you? You look like you're dying."

  "It's nothing, maybe I've just been busy with things lately and feel a bit tired." Mu Hanjin said in a warm voice. Seeing the wine and dishes on the table that hadn't been cleared yet, he called out softly, "Huan Xi."

  "Master." Delighted at the news, he hastily stepped forward.

  "Get some more wine and dishes ready." Mu Hanjin supported the table with one hand, lowered his head, looked at the diagram drawn on the ground in the bamboo forest, and slowly stood up, "Isn't this the Five Elements Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Diagram?"

  "Yes." Leng Qianye looked at Mu Hanjin, "This was painted by the Regent King, I just knew that the secret of this military book was actually here."

  Mo Hanjin smiled softly and said, "She can even recognize this, no wonder, no wonder..."

  "Han Jin, what's wrong?" Leng Qianye stepped forward, supporting the swaying Mu Hanjin, "You shouldn't be affected by her, should you?"

  Mo Hanjin raised her eyes and looked at Leng Qianye, "What about her?"

  "Never mind, don't forget she's a man, even if... you two are impossible." Leng Qianye reminded him in a low voice as he helped him sit down.

  "Yes, it was impossible from the start." Mu Hanjin smiled calmly and picked up the wine that Huan Xi had already re-poured, downing it in one gulp.

  Leng Qianye looked at him with such a desolate expression, and couldn't help but sigh, "I'll accompany you." After speaking, he put down his military book, poured himself a cup, and drank it in one gulp.

  Feng Ao Tian and Xing Wu Yun walked out of the Regent's palace, she whistled softly, and a snow-white horse galloped over, extremely fast. Xing Wu Yun widened his eyes, excitedly looking at the horse in front of him, "Is this 'Ao Xue'?"

  "Hmm." Feng Ao Tian mounted his horse and looked at him, "Come up."

  "Your Highness, can I ride alone?" Xing Wuyun hadn't thought of riding together with her. Now, his mind was filled with the idea of riding "Ao Xue" to a place with beautiful scenery, then embracing Fu Rong and getting drunk, but there was no place for Feng Ao Tian in this scenario.

  Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow and dismounted his horse, saying "Then you handle it."

  Xing Wuyun's face was eager to try, and he reached out his hand to touch "Ao Xue". Before he could make contact, the horse in front of him lifted its hoof and kicked towards Xing Wuyun. Xing Wuyun dodged quickly, and then saw "Ao Xue" staring at him with a fierce and sinister expression, letting out a loud whinny.

  Xing Wuyun immediately used his lightness skill, trying to mount the horse's back. However, every time he was easily shaken off by "Ao Xue". Until later, Xing Wuyun sat on the ground, exhausted, and looked up at it proudly raising its head, with an eye that didn't even glance at him. He raised his eyes and looked at Feng Ao Tian, "Your Highness, I'll follow you instead."

  Feng Ao Tian held a wine jar in one hand and landed steadily on "Ao Xue"'s back, stroking its snow-white mane. "Ao Xue" nuzzled Feng Ao Tian's hand gently, with a hint of playfulness, looking incredibly adorable.

  Xing Wuyun shook his head helplessly. He had originally planned to borrow "Ao Xue" for a day and then tame it, making it his own. But now, it seemed that was even more difficult. He stood up from the ground and stood beside "Ao Xue". Feng Ao Tian stretched out her hand to him, he grasped her fingertips and jumped onto the horse's back.

  "Ao Xue" flicked her horse tail and continued galloping forward.

  Xing Wuyun grasped Feng Ao Tian's sleeve with one hand, and covered his own face with the other. Due to "Ao Xue"'s rapid speed, in an instant they had left the capital city behind. In less than a moment, they arrived at a small lake with beautiful scenery.

  Now, the sky has darkened, and the bright moonlight is sprinkling silvery light everywhere. The lake's surface is rippling with waves, and the cool breeze is brushing against his face, making him feel extremely comfortable. Xing Wuyun loves this feeling of being free and unrestrained. He dismounts his horse and sits down on the ground at will, gazing out at the scenery in front of him. "What a pity! With only good wine, if there were beautiful women dancing on the lake, it would be even more wonderful."

  Feng Ao Tian sat down beside him, took out two wine cups, filled them with Furen's liquor and handed one to him, "Drink."

  Xing Wuyun took it over, lightly sniffed the wine aroma, and praised, "This is really good wine."

  He then took a big gulp and said, "Indeed, it's good wine."

  Feng Ao Tian looked at Xing Wu Yun's carefree and generous personality, thinking that she seemed to not care about anything, but in fact, everything was on her mind, and she couldn't bear to let go, truly living a tiring life.

  She raised her head, drained the bowl, and then refilled it. Gazing at the bright moon in the distance, she lay down by herself, "Life needs occasional indulgence, but now is not the time for her to get drunk yet."

  Xing Wuyun gazed sideways, looking at Feng Ao Tian lying beside him. The silver light spilled onto her pale face like jade, revealing a beautiful and elegant appearance that exuded a cold aura. He had seen her kill without batting an eye, but also saw her gentle and delicate side. He looked at her, "Prince, what kind of person are you really?"

  Feng Ao Tian looked at Xing Wu Yun and said, "Not a good person."

  "Haha." Xing Wuyun laughed heartily, then downed another cup, poured himself another one, and recited loudly under the moonlight, "A toast to wine, how many times can we live?"

  Drinking is also a matter of many words. Feng Ao Tian saw his unrestrained and arrogant smile, thinking that if he could be so carefree for a lifetime, it would be good too. Unfortunately, everything has its own destiny, she knew people too well, and could see the true nature beneath the surface, the ruthless blood flowing in his bones.

  As he finished his last mouthful of wine, he fell back onto the grassy ground, gazing up at the dense starry sky and burst out laughing.

  Feng Ao Tian glanced sideways, looking at his profile, he was more sober than ever.

  "Alright, let's go back." Feng Ao Tian slowly got up and walked to his horse.

  Xing Wuyun lay motionless on the ground, a faint smile at the corner of his mouth as he gazed up at the thick night sky.

  Feng Ao Tian flipped over and mounted her horse, "I've done everything you asked of me, if you don't want to leave, then stay." After saying that, she turned her horse's head around and in an instant, she vanished without a trace.

  Xing Wuyun was still lying on the ground, with his hands propping up his head. A figure in red landed beside him and said, "Everyone has left, what are you still doing here?"

  "Look at the stars." Xing Wuyun smiled brightly, raised his eyes and met a pair of sparkling eyes like shining pearls. "You said my acting skills are not bad, right?"

  "Hmm." The man in red nodded in response.

  "All these years, I've been acting well, why did I become so awkward in front of her?" Xing Wuyun asked in confusion.

  "She is highly skilled." The man in red continued, "If you don't leave, I will. This place has a good view, but it's too dirty. If I stay for long, I'll feel uncomfortable."

  "Pull me up." Xing Wuyun said with a mischievous tone.

  The man in red looked at him and said, "Your hands are dirty."

  "Alright." Xing Wuyun stood up from the ground, and saw that the man in front of him was wearing a red veil, revealing only a pair of beautiful and unparalleled phoenix eyes, with a dot of cinnabar on his forehead, his black hair scattered behind him, and he was dressed in a stunning red dress.

  That red-clothed man lightly tapped his toes, and the red clothes fluttered, leaving with the wind. Xing Wuyun looked at that enchanting figure and couldn't help but exclaim, "In this world, for a man to grow up like this is truly a wonder that gods and humans alike would sigh over."

  He looked at the abandoned wine jar beside him, lowered his head, picked it up and flew away.

  Feng Ao Tian returned to the Wang Fu in less than a moment, and as he entered his bedroom, he saw Feng Yin Qi with her head down, gobbling up her food. Her mouth was slightly raised, and she sat beside him, "Awake?"

  "Hmm." Feng Yu nodded, swallowed the last mouthful of rice, looked at Feng Ao Tian, leaned close to her side and sniffed lightly, "Uncle Wang, you've been drinking again?"

  "Hmm, got rid of a philandering ghost." Feng Ao Tian nodded and picked up the ladle, scooped out a bowl of soup, and handed it to him, "Hangover soup."

  "Hmm." Feng Yu drank down a bowl of soup in one gulp and patted his belly, "Finally full."

  Phoenix proudly smiles lightly, thinking that if he could always be so simple and pure, it would be great. But how long can such happiness last?

  Feng Rou looked at Feng Ao Tian with a thoughtful expression, rinsed her mouth and washed her hands before pulling on his sleeve, "Uncle Wang, accompany your nephew for a walk."

  Feng Ao Tian stood up, allowing him to pull him along, and stepped out of the bedroom. The two strolled through the long corridor for a while before Feng Yun Qi looked at Feng Ao Tian and asked, "Uncle Wang, are you going on a long trip?"

  "Hmm." Feng Ao Tian nodded, without hesitation.

  "Then let the young master return to the palace and live there." Feng Yin Qi continued.

  "Good." Feng Ao Tian turned his gaze towards him, a faint smile on his face.

  Inside Qinghui Pavilion, Mu Hanjin continuously filled his wine cup to the brim, downing one cup after another.

  Leng Qianye remained silent, accompanying him in silence, one cup after another.

  Until he was slightly drunk, he slowly got up and stumbled back to his room. When he reached the bed, he lay down directly, but felt a chill run through his bones. How could it be that without her by his side, the bed had become so cold?

  Leng Qianye was completely drunk, Huan Xi hastily went forward, supported Leng Qianye back to another room, and fell asleep as soon as he lay down.

  The next day, Feng Ao Tian woke up and saw that Feng Yin Qi was already dressed, "Uncle Wang, I'll head back to the palace first."

  "Hmm." Feng Ao Tian looked at Feng Yin Qi, saw him smiling, and then turned around, stepping out of the bedroom.

  Feng Ao Tian's eyes slightly dimmed, "What happened when I went out yesterday?"

  "Guo Hui from the Empress Dowager's palace has arrived, saying that Her Majesty the Empress Dowager is slightly unwell and requests Your Majesty to return to the palace."

  "This king understands." Feng Ao Tian's eyes dimmed slightly, it seems that some things are more complicated than she thought.

  "Master, did you sleep well last night?"

  "Hmm." Feng Ao Tian raised his eyes and looked at Ye Mei Xi, "Have you thought it through?"

  "Hmm." Ye Xing naturally knew that the Regent's residence was filled with her eyes and ears, and she was clearly aware of any movement.

  "When are we leaving?" Feng Ao Tian asked immediately.

  "If Grandfather lets me stay, I won't go anywhere." Ye Yan raised her eyes and looked at her, her gaze piercing.

  The phoenix proudly lowers its eyes, some people she desperately wants to stay by her side, but in the end, they gradually drift apart. Some people, she just wants him to do what he should do, but he can't bear to leave.

  "If you don't leave, for this lifetime, you will live in hatred and self-blame. So go do what you should do." Feng Ao Tian raised his eyes, looked at him, took a step forward, and pulled him into his arms, "If you're tired, come back."

  "Grandpa..." Ye Mei Xi stretched out her hand and pulled her into his arms, "Let me accompany you on a long journey, afterwards, I will leave."

  "Alright." Feng Ao Tian nodded and looked at him, "You'd better get ready."

  "Yes." Ye Mei Xi left Feng Ao Tian's arms, slowly turned around and left the bedroom.

  He saw Mu Hanjin standing quietly outside the bedroom, he looked at him deeply, then turned and left.

  Mu Hanjin stepped into the bedroom, Feng Ao Tian looked at him, sitting in front of the desk, seeing that his eyes had dark circles, and a faint smell of alcohol emanating from his body. He said coldly, "Sir is not here, you also need to take care of yourself, although there is internal energy protecting your body, but after all, your body is not made of iron."

  Mo Hanjin furrowed his brow, sat beside her, picked up the bowl in front of him and took a sip, strangely this time he didn't choke, then he picked up his chopsticks and ate quietly.

  The two of them sat opposite each other in silence, finished their early meal, and then got into the imperial sedan chair, still without a word to each other along the way.

  Early in the morning, Feng Yin Qi Zheng was sitting upright with a serious expression, his face without emotion, just like before, exuding the majesty of an emperor.

  Feng Ao Tian's face was cold and stern, but for now, the imperial court in the capital is stable.

  After the early morning, Feng Ao Tian stepped out of the Golden Hall, while Feng Yun Qi returned directly to the Imperial Bedroom. She raised her eyes, looking at the changing wind and clouds in front of her, perhaps when she returns, she will face a new situation again.

  Mu Hanjin followed behind her, gazing at her straight back, pausing for a long time before slowly moving forward.

  The Empress Dowager's bedroom, Xing Zhiyan lay on the couch and couldn't get up. Her body was still suffering from the slap that day, and now she could hardly bear it. Her face was pale, without a hint of her usual spirit.

  She gazed at Feng Yu Qi in front of her and sighed softly, "Imperial son, are you willing to return?"

  Feng Yu bowed his head, and on his tender face, there was no expression. He said in a low voice, "I have worried Mother."

  "Your willfulness can be forgotten as if it never happened, just remember that you are the Emperor of Feng Guo and my child." Xing Zhiyan's eyes slightly sank, suddenly she couldn't see through Feng Yimiao, had he really changed?

  Feng Yu bowed respectfully and replied, "I understand, no matter what, I will never abandon Mother."

  "En, good." Xing Zhiyan's eyes flashed with a hint of moisture as she reached out to stroke Feng Yurou's cheek, "The empress is tired."

  "Feng Yu quietly said, 'The child takes his leave.'"

  After Feng Yu left, Xing Zhiyan's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, and she looked up at Guo Hui, "He has changed after all."

  "What makes you think so, Your Majesty?" Guo Hui asked in confusion.

  "I can see that." Xing Zhiyan smiled coldly. "Indeed, a child raised by me."

  Guo Hui's eyes flashed with a hint of sharpness, "That emperor..."

  "Everything will be done according to the master's orders." Xing Zhiyan's eyes flashed with a cold glint, "Just now, our informant came to report that Feng Ao Tian will leave the capital tomorrow, presumably heading for Lianghuai."

  "Your Majesty, please be at ease, I have made arrangements. I guarantee that nothing will go wrong."

  "How could it be that nothing was lost? How did the Blue Crystal Book end up in Two Huai unscathed?" Xing Ziyuan said in a low voice.

  "This... has a master secretly protecting... is really..." Guo Hui lowered his eyes, "Fortunately, Peony has already arrived in Lianghuai, everything will proceed according to plan."

  "The relationship between the two Huai is crucial, and nothing must be discovered, otherwise, it will ruin the master's great plan, and both of us will die." Xing Ziyu's eyes flashed with a hint of murderous intent as she spoke in a cold voice.

  "I understand." Guo Hui's body shook slightly as he hastily replied.

  Feng Yu walked out of the Empress Dowager's palace, looking into the distance. A determined glint flashed in his eyes as he took a step forward and headed towards the Emperor's bedroom.

  Feng Ao Tian returned to the Wang Fu, but inside the bedroom, it was empty and devoid of any human presence. Feng Ao Tian's mouth curved into a faint smile as she wondered what was wrong with her. She had always been used to being alone, never having anyone by her side, so why did she feel lonely today?

  Mu Hanjin did not go to the Supervisory Office, but instead returned directly to the Wang Mansion. As he entered his bedroom, he saw Feng Ao Tian staring at the bed in the inner chamber with a thoughtful expression.

  He stepped forward, "Your Highness."

  Feng Ao Tian looked at Mu Han Jin, "How come you didn't go to the Supervisory Institute?"

  "I will personally deliver the approved memorials to Your Highness by fast horse every day." Mu Hanjin said in a warm voice, his gentle eyes looking at her.

  "Feng Ao Tian waved his hand and said, 'No need, after you review this memorial for a while, just submit it to the Emperor.'"

  "Yes." Mu Hanjin lowered his eyes and replied, "Today's memorial?"

  "Now let's take a look." Feng Ao Tian said, got up and walked into the study.

  Mu Hanjin gazed at her as she entered, a hint of melancholy flashing in his eyes, before following her inside. The two of them went about their usual routine, and since there weren't many memorials to review today, they finished within an hour.

  Feng Ao Tian raised his eyes and looked at Mu Han Jin, "Alright, if you have anything to say to me, just speak freely."

  Mu Hanjin took out a brocade pouch from his sleeve and handed it to her with both hands, "Your Highness, please take this with you."

  "What is this?" Feng Ao Tian took it over, with intricate embroidery of flowers on it, she was about to open it.

  "Your Highness, do not open it. This is the 'Wind' Safety Charm. If Your Highness encounters danger, I will be able to sense it." Mu Hanjin raised his hand, and his slightly cool fingertips touched her jade-like fingertips before quickly withdrawing them, continuing to speak.

  Feng Ao Tian put away the brocade pouch, "If you're in danger, can I sense it?"

  "The symbol in this sachet is made from the heart's blood of a humble servant. If so, Your Highness will sense it as soon as you touch the blood." Mu Hanjin looked at her, his voice extremely light.

  Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow, "Is it also a heart's blood?"

  "Mm." Mu Hanjin nodded.

  Feng Ao Tian lightly laughed and suddenly pointed to her own heart with her hand, the dagger slightly scratched through the brocade clothes, and fresh blood flowed out. She dripped the bloodstains on the dagger onto a piece of silk cloth, and saw a flash of red light flicker.

  Mu Han Jin never expected her to cut herself in front of him like this. He hastily got up, wanting to help her, but was stopped by Feng Ao Tian, "I've said before, I will never touch you again."

  Mu Hanjin looked at her eyes, seeing the cold determination in them. He withdrew his outstretched hand, hiding it in his sleeve and clenched it into a fist.

  "Your Highness...... I, your humble servant......" Mu Hanjin was just about to speak, wanting to say something.

  "All right, I remember that the last time I returned to Beijing, I heard you playing the flute. Today, play a tune for me as a farewell gift." Feng Ao Tian didn't mind the pain in her heart and mouth, this injury was nothing to her.

  Mo Hanjin lowered his eyes, Feng Ao Tianxia lay on the soft couch, "Go to Qinghui Pavilion." After speaking, he stepped out of the palace and flew away.

  Mu Hanjin followed her as she flew back to Qinghui Pavilion.

  Leng Qianye was still reeling from the effects of drinking too much with Mu Hanjin yesterday, and only now slowly came to, holding his aching head, he stepped out of the room.

  As soon as she faced him, Feng Ao Tian descended to the ground with a flutter, and she walked forward by herself, leaning against a fake rock beside her. Immediately afterwards, Mu Hanjin in a purple robe turned around and fell to the ground.

  Leng Qianye stepped forward, looking at Mu Hanjin. He walked slowly into the room, picked up the jade flute, and came out again.

  "Play the one from last time." Feng Ao Tian looked at Mu Han Jin's beautiful face, still with a faint expression, holding the jade flute, walking to the bamboo forest, leaning against a slanted green bamboo, the sound of the flute gradually rose, same tune, but the mood was different from before.

  Mù Hánjǐn recalled the scene of that day, closing his eyes tightly, with a few strands of wind sound in his ears, accompanied by the reverberation of his Xiao voice throughout the entire Qīng Huì Gé.

  Feng Ao Tian gazed at the chrysanthemum in front of her, which had already withered and been replaced by a begonia. A faint smile played on her lips, also a hint of relief. It was never meant to be, so why bother ending it? This was just a glimmer of hope in her lonely heart. Since she couldn't have it, she might as well let go carefreely.

  Leng Qianye looked at Mu Hanjin, listening intently to the melancholic tune that seemed to carry a hint of reluctance and desolation. He didn't know what had happened between Mu Hanjin and the Regent King, but the Mu Hanjin he remembered was not so sentimental. He said he hadn't changed, just waiting for the right moment, but Leng Qianye felt that Mu Hanjin had indeed changed, becoming someone he couldn't see through.

  Ye Mei Xing walked to the bedroom, but hadn't seen Feng Ao Tian, then heard a flute sound coming from afar. He naturally knew who was playing the flute. In this Regent's palace, only Mu Han Jin could produce such a beautiful flute sound.

  Marquis Feng saw Ye Shi's intention to leave and hastily stepped forward to intercept her, "Night Servant Concubine, I have an impolite request."

  "Let Lord Feng speak." Ye Mei Xi looked at Lord Feng and smiled lightly.

  "This time the prince is traveling far, only with Night Servant Fei accompanying him. I'm really worried, and on the way, please take care of the prince." Feng Gonggong said softly.

  The night charm raised an eyebrow and opened her eyes, saying in a low voice, "Don't worry, Lord Feng. I will take good care of the king."

  "That old slave has served the empress for the night." Feng Gonggong hastily made a respectful bow and said.

  Ye Mei Xi looked at Feng Gonggong, in this vast Regent Prince's estate, in those past years, being able to accompany Feng Ao Tian with loyalty and devotion was indeed Feng Gonggong. Even though she was so cruel and tyrannical back then, there were still people who treated her with kindness till the end.

  Now, he wants to treat someone well, but she is going to reject him from a thousand miles away? He raises his eyes and looks at the cloudless sky. In fact, she has long seen that he has too many things that he cannot let go of, so it will be like this.

  He wore a bright red long shirt, set off by his enchanting and charming face, beautiful eyes moving, also with a gentle and elegant demeanor, he stepped forward, walking towards the Qinghui Pavilion.

  Feng Ao Tian narrowed his eyes, listening calmly to the sound of the Xiao, memories flashing before his eyes. He suddenly felt that in this short month at the Regent's palace, he had changed a lot, and Feng Ao Tian had already merged into the depths of his own soul.

  She raised her eyes and saw that Leng Qianye was looking at her. Her mouth slightly hooked, she looked at him and came to his front. Seeing his calm and dusty face, the wine had not yet dissipated, and a faint redness was added, which made him even more handsome. She stared at him, "Do you know why I want to imprison you?"

  By the way

  Ahhhhh...... Lemon vowed that this chapter would be the most time-consuming one in Suva code, blood and sweat ah......

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  In this life, she was arrogant and domineering, with a vengeful heart.

  In her spare time, she transforms into a divine doctor with a demonic hand, saving lives and taking them away as she pleases. The Jianghu people call her "Gui Luo Sha".

  When he was in a soft-hearted mood, he would rob and burn several shops of the scoundrel father, taking away silver and setting fire to the shops, calling it "I'm happy"

  When having an affair, send a few of her younger sisters, ruin her chastity, watch a live spring palace, and say seriously "very revealing"

  When bored, send a few bags of cockroaches to the aunt, rotting beauty, squeezing out blood and drying up corpses, righteous words saying "I eliminate harm"

  It was just such a narrow life, but after meeting him, who was cold and overbearing, it was completely overturned.

  Is it fate or infatuation, after hundreds of times of open and secret struggles, she finally fell.

  Alright, as long as your fertilizer is good, this flower of mine will be yours