Grandpa has taken a liking to you

  Xing Wuyun's bright eyes flashed with a hint of triumphant gloom, and then he weakly lay on the table, raised his eyes, and lazily looked at Feng Ao Tian, "Your Majesty, they all have courtyards, why don't I?"

  Feng Ao Tian sidled a glance at Xing Wu Yun, "Want the courtyard?"

  "Hmm, otherwise, where would I sleep?" Xing Wuyun slightly raised her eyes, looking at Feng Ao's approaching cold gaze, still with a lazy attitude.

  Feng Ao Tian's eyebrows were slightly curved, and she reached out to touch the ribbon in his hair. With a light tug, his raven-black hair fell loose, cascading down his body. She picked up a strand, playing with it, "The courtyards in your estate are all for your beauties, but what about you..."

  Xing Wuyun stretched out his hand, patted Feng Ao Tian's hand away, gathered his hair and tied it up with a hairband. "Since the prince won't let me sleep in the courtyard, then I'll leave."

  Then he got up and walked out.

  Feng Ao Tian didn't stop him, wondering what he was thinking, one moment avoiding her like a snake and scorpion, the next sticking to her side again, it's really getting more and more interesting.

  Xing Wuyun also felt that this was a clear case of self-deprecation, how could he suddenly say such words? Isn't it obvious that he's hinting at something? Even an idiot can understand that.

  He flew out of the Regent's palace with a sense of depression, wandering slowly on the streets, and then returned to the wine tower. Wei Zimo had already gone to rest, while he returned to the room that had been prepared earlier, lying on the bed, but couldn't sleep, so he kicked open the quilt and walked out of the room in frustration, sitting in the courtyard looking up at the stars.

  Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Ao Tian's cold and stern expression, his eyes flashing with a hint of melancholy. As for Xing Wu Yun, he too was becoming increasingly incomprehensible to him now. Perhaps they both had their own secrets hidden in their hearts.

  Lan Jing looked at Feng Ao Tian and Mu Han Jin, now that he had done what he needed to do, it was time for him to leave. He bowed his body and said, "Your Highness, I will take my leave first."

  Feng Ao Tian looked at Lan Xuan Shu, then turned to Mu Han Jin and smiled shallowly, "Didn't you say that the hibiscus in Jin Xuan Pavilion had bloomed? Today, I'm in a good mood, so why don't we go take a look?"

  Lan Yun Shu raised her eyes and gazed at her smiling face, nodding her head and saying, "Yes."

  Mu Hanjin looked at Lan Jing Shu, then at Feng Ao Tian, calculating the days. Tomorrow was another day he would cough up blood. He smiled and said, "Your Highness, tomorrow I will return to the 'Wind' clan for a visit."

  Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow and looked at him, "Tomorrow you'll be spitting blood again, what are you going to do there?"

  "These days have been busy and I haven't had a chance to return, there are also many things that need my attention." Mu Hanjin's eyebrows and eyes slightly curved, his gaze faintly saying.

  Feng Ao Tian fell silent for a moment, then looked at him, "Some things, if you don't want to say, I won't ask much. However, it's best not to wait until I find out later that what you said is the truth. Otherwise, I won't keep someone who isn't sincere with me by my side."

  "Your Highness, I have not concealed anything."

  Feng Ao Tian stopped speaking, stepped forward, and took his hand. "After tomorrow's early court session, you can leave."

  "Thank you, Prince Wang." Mu Hanjin looked at her, the more she was like this, the more he couldn't tell the truth, so he would keep this secret and quietly accompany her until the end of his life.

  Feng Ao Tian didn't say much, got up and took Mu Hanjin's hand with one hand, while the other hand held Lan Jing Shu's hand, leaving the bedroom. The three of them strolled along the long corridor in the Wang Fu, under the gentle moonlight and clear breeze that blew through their hair. After about half a stick of incense time, they arrived at Jin Xuan Ge.

  Hou waited outside the courtyard for Jing Xi, waiting for her master to return. From a distance, she saw three people and hurriedly lit the lanterns, rushing forward to greet them. "Your servant pays respects to Wang Ye, Mu Shi Fei."

  Feng Ao Tian nodded and continued walking forward. The scenery of Jin Xuan Ge was different from that of Qing Hui Ge.

  As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, a patch of deep red peonies caught his eye. Feng Ao Tian took a step forward, gazing at the peonies filling the entire courtyard, and chuckled softly, "Three Drunken Peonies, such a rare treasure, can actually be seen in your place."

  Lan Yun bowed slightly and said, "It was planted by myself, and now it's the second time it has bloomed."

  "Ah, there's another wonderful thing." Feng Ao Tian turned his gaze to Lan Jun Shu, rarely did he have such elegant taste. These three drunken peonies, opened white in the morning, changed to peach red at noon, and turned deep red in the evening. It was difficult to cultivate them, yet he managed to grow them alive, and they bloomed so luxuriantly and vividly, truly not easy.

  Mu Hanjin gazed at the hibiscus in front of her, slowly walking forward to stand beside Feng Ao Tian. She raised her hand and gently touched the petals of the hibiscus flower, softly humming: "Ice and jade, natural colors, desolate and worn out like a western wind traveler. Refusing to marry the eastern wind, diligently in the frost and dew. Late at night, washing by the green window, smiling as she holds the crystal cup. Slanted sunlight on the dressing table, wine red and sleepiness approaching."

  Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow and looked at him, "I remember last time, you wrote a poem on that chrysanthemum picture. Today, I'll let you recite the poem you wrote."

  Mo Hanjin only then remembered that the chrysanthemum painting came, and again thought of the scene at that time, like jade face covered with a layer of powder, truly countless Hibiscus syriacus by the water, dew stained with rouge color not yet thick. Just like a beauty first drunk, strongly lifted the green mirror to dress lazily.

  Lan Jing had already ordered Qing Xi to prepare the Four Treasures of the Study in advance. He raised his eyes, looking at the two people under the moonlight in front of the flowers. His warm and jade-like eyes flashed with a hint of calmness. In his opinion, the current days were already as good as they could be compared to those two years.

  Feng Ao Tian turned her gaze, looking at the pair of eyes that Lan Yun Shu was gazing at them with. The calmness in those eyes made her wave her palm lightly, and Lan Yun Shu's body leaned forward, falling into her arms.

  She lowered her head and gazed at his reflection in the moonlight, a subtle beauty that was hard to put into words. As she looked at him like this, he seemed to have a few points of brightness.

  Lan Yun's book was also a response to her cold and distant gaze, but it revealed a deep and unfathomable glow that made him shiver uncontrollably, not daring to move.

  Feng Ao Tian smiled softly and raised his hand, his fingertips brushing against his warm lips. He looked up at Mu Han Jin and said, "His lips feel warmer than yours."

  Mo Hanjin was taken aback for a moment, then smiled lightly and said, "Your Highness, are you saying that my lips are very cold?"

  "It's refreshing." Feng Ao Tian nodded, then lowered his head and kissed the lips of Lan Jing Shu. They didn't feel like Mu Han Jin's icy coolness, nor did they feel like Ye Mei Xi's charming tenderness, nor did they feel like Xing Wu Yun's smoothness. Instead, they felt like the warm jade she was used to touching, which was very comfortable.

  Lan Xuan's book had never been kissed by Feng Ao Tian like this before. He vaguely remembered that the first time she kissed him was still in that cave, when she fed him medicine with her lips, and also the first time she stroked his hair with her hand...

  His eyelashes, like a feather fan, were covered with a layer of mist, his eyes staring blankly at her slightly closed eyes, he now felt that he had lost all sense of himself, feeling as if his body was floating...

  Feng Ao Tian left his lips, and added a little more, as if savoring the taste, looking at Mu Han Jin, "Indeed, it's different."

  Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Ao Tian's expression and smiled softly, "Your Highness, are you looking down on me?"

  Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow, "What do you say?"

  "Very well," said Mu Hanjin, turning around to gaze at the hibiscus flower in front of him, then shifting his eyes to the Four Treasures of the Study beside it. "Your Highness, let Xuan Shu paint for you."

  "Alright." Feng Ao Tian released Lan Yun Shu, looking at him dazedly, a corner of his mouth curled up, and he reached out to pat his shoulder. "Han Jin ah, it seems you've passed on your habit of spacing out to him now."

  Mu Hanjin looked at Lan Jing Shu, and suddenly understood that some things would still happen in the end. How many people could leave the Regent's palace unscathed? Although the prince was no longer his former self, these individuals couldn't just leave as they pleased.

  Lan Yun listened, hastily lowering her head, a blush spreading across her face. She then turned around and walked to the desk where Jing Xi had already prepared the Four Treasures of the Study. Picking up her brush, she gazed at the hibiscus flower in front of her, but couldn't bring herself to start painting. In her mind's eye, all she could see was Feng Ao Tian's smile, and the way he looked even more handsome under the moonlight made her want to include him in the painting as well.

  Phoenix Arrogance looked at him standing still, then walked up to him, stood behind him, one hand covering his hand on the paper, and the other hand holding the pen together with him. The two of them were so intimate, Blue Jing Shu felt like he had fallen into an abyss, for a moment, he was at a loss, he lowered his head, looking at the white and slender fingers holding his hand, as if they had some kind of magic, pulling his heart along, his hand moved with hers, before long, a hibiscus flower appeared on the paper. Phoenix Arrogance let go of his hand and said, "You draw the rest."

  Lan Yun lowered his head, gazing at the hibiscus flower in the painting. Although it was just one bloom, it seemed as if there were thousands of them faintly visible. He too had poured his heart and soul into the painting, and then began to focus intently on drawing.

  Feng Ao Tian sidled a glance at Mu Han Jin, who was reclining in a rocking chair on one side, and said, "Play a tune for me."

  "Yes." Mu Hanjin replied, then looked at Jing Xi, who hastily stepped into the house and brought out a white jade flute.

  Feng Ao Tian chuckled softly and said, "You two are indeed inseparable."

  Mo Hanjin took over the white jade flute, and then turned around, her long white robe fluttering in the wind. Compared to the bright moonlight in the night sky, she was even more elegant and refined. In an instant, she was standing under a willow tree, her body slightly tilted, with clear moonlight shining on her delicate and elegant figure, full of spirit and handsome, exuding an extraordinary and transcendent calmness.

  The sound of the sheng is low and lingering, the clear wind whispers a few words, people blow the colored sheng away, heaven lends green clouds to welcome it, the melody stays with me without returning, empty and playful with the jade name.

  Feng Ao Tian was gently swaying in her rocking chair, the sound of the sheng echoing by her ear, the fragrance of flowers wafting everywhere. When the music came to an end, Mu Han Jin moved his wrist and lightly waved his sleeve, the jade sheng rotating as he walked slowly forward, stopping in front of Feng Ao Tian, half-kneeling and leaning against her side. "Your Highness, I've finished playing."

  "Hmm." Feng Ao Tian nodded, opened his eyes, and saw that Lan Jing Shu had already put down his brush. He looked at the painting in front of him, also taken aback for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at Feng Ao Tian who was watching him with great interest.

  He hastily bowed his head and respectfully said, "Your Highness, I have made preparations."

  "Hmm." Feng Ao Tian responded faintly, then stood up from the rocking chair, holding Mu Hanjin's hand, and walked forward at a moderate pace. He raised his eyes and saw the painting in front of him - "Lotus Brocade", but there was an additional figure standing leisurely and comfortably.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at this painting, turned his eyes and looked at Mu Han Jin, "Add that poem."

  "Yes." Mu Hanjin put down the jade flute and picked up his brush, writing down the poem he had just recited. Feng Ao Tian picked up his brush on the side and wrote, "Where the heart is headed, where the body goes."

  Lan Yun painted according to her mood, and at that moment, the scene in front of her was what appeared in her mind, so she painted it. Looking at Feng Ao's falling tail, a hint of unusualness flashed across her eyes.

  "In a few days, I'll go to the Qinghui Pavilion and paint the haitang. " Feng Ao Tian looked at Lan Jun Shu with a shallow smile, his head lowered, and his lips brushed against his, "At that time in Lianghuai, you had me paint your portrait."

  Lan Yun hastily lowered her eyes and suddenly felt that the weather tonight was exceptionally hot. She slowly took a step back, "Your servant sends off Your Highness."

  Feng Ao Tian Yang laughed loudly and took Mu Han Jin's hand, turning around and leaving the Jin Xuan Pavilion.

  Lan Xuan stood still, like a sculpture, for a long time until a gust of cold wind blew by and he was startled awake. He then lowered his eyes to look at the portrait in front of him, the person on it, and that familiar signature. He raised his hand to cover his lips, hastily rolled up the scroll in front of him, turned around, and stepped into the house.

  Feng Ao Tian and Mu Han Jin walked side by side on the path back to their palace, "Tomorrow, you don't have to avoid me, I won't force you."

  In Mu Han's heart, there was a warmth that naturally made him aware that she knew he didn't want her to find out something. Thinking of this, he stopped in his tracks, opened his arms and pulled Feng Ao Tian into his embrace, deeply inhaling the unique scent on her body. "Your Highness, I have given you everything I possess, everything I do is for your sake, no matter what secrets I keep, it's all because my heart belongs to you."

  Phoenix proudly wrapped around his slender waist, his chin rested on his weak shoulders, compared to before, he had become even thinner, she suddenly felt a pang of heartache, and said in a low voice, "If you lose any more weight, I'll abandon you."

  Mu Hanjin's voice was warm as he smiled and continued, "I won't be thin again."

  The next day, as usual, Xing Wuyun arrived at the Regent's Palace early in the morning and strode into the bedroom, sitting beside Feng Ao Tian and quietly having breakfast.

  Feng Ao Tian Ce Mou looked at him and said, "Hey, did you go to Qing Lou last night?"

  Xing Wuyun was taken aback, turned his eyes sideways and looked at her, "The bed in Wei Zimu's room is not comfortable to sleep."

  "That's the best wine house in the capital." Feng Ao Tian continued, "Hey, why do you always run to my place for breakfast, is Wei Zi Mo starving you?"

  "It's really hard to eat at Wei Zimo Na's." Xing Wuyun glanced sideways, looking at Feng Ao Tian, feeling a bit annoyed in his heart. He didn't know what was going on with himself, but he felt that everything in the Regent King's palace was better than Wei Zimo Na's. It seemed that he had been possessed by an evil spirit.

  "Didn't you see anything interesting in the palace last night?" Feng Ao Tian looked at Xing Wu Yun and said slowly.

  "The king knows everything, and asks me what I'm doing." Xing Wuyun replied gloomily.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him with such an appearance, and kicked one foot towards him, but was blocked by Xing Wu Yun. He then lifted his head, looking at her, "Your Highness, why did you kick me?"

  Feng Ao Tian raised his hand and struck another palm at Xing Wu Yun, saying in a deep voice, "Not only did you move your foot, but also your hand."

  Xing Wuyun raised an eyebrow, then stood up, drank the last mouthful of soup, and bowed his body, saying, "I'll take my leave first." After speaking, he turned around and left.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him and said, "Hey, what's wrong with this kid?"

  "I don't know." Mu Hanjin and Lan Xuan looked at each other and shook their heads simultaneously.

  Feng Ao Tian coldly snorted and finished his breakfast before turning to Mu Han Jin, "What's going on with Feng Qian Ning?"

  "Prince Wang, have you forgotten?" Mu Hanjin asked immediately.

  "I don't remember." Feng Ao Tian shook her head and said that in her impression, there didn't seem to be such a person.

  "She is your imperial sister, but her birth mother was an unfavored concubine who lived in a remote palace. She rarely entered the palace and two years ago, the late emperor had planned to send her to Qi Guo for a diplomatic marriage. However, the late emperor suddenly passed away, and she fell ill with a strange disease that left her mentally disabled. Except for an old nurse and two palace maids who attend to her, she is almost forgotten."

  Feng Ao Tian thought, "Why did Feng Qian Ning sneak into the Empress Dowager's bedroom in the middle of the night and play tricks on her?"

  "This, I don't know." Mu Hanjin shook his head and said.

  "I know." Xing Wuyun, who had gone and returned, sat down beside her and said.

  "Aren't you leaving?" Feng Ao Tian looked at Xing Wu Yun's previously gloomy face, now gone were the dark clouds, replaced by a bright and sunny sky, thinking that this person had indeed changed quickly.

  "Your Highness, I think Princess Qian Ning is pretending to be foolish. She has been appearing in front of me multiple times, and she must be trying to tell you something through me." Xing Wu Yun looked at Feng Ao Tian and continued, "That day, she suddenly pulled me over, and then the maid beside her mentioned the words 'Empress Dowager'. Princess Qian Ning was so scared that she ran away. At the time, I also found it strange, but I didn't want to meddle in other people's business, so I didn't investigate further. However, last night's events made me think that Princess Qian Ning might know the Empress Dowager's secret."

  Feng Ao Tian's face sank as he looked at Xing Wu Yun, "At present, the palace is filled with the Empress Dowager's informants. If I were to go myself, it would definitely attract attention. Tonight, you will bring her here."

  "Yes." Xing Wuyun nodded and then stood up, "I will take my leave now."

  "Hmm." Feng Ao Tian watched as Xing Wu Yun's figure disappeared into the distance, "Let's go."

  Mochan Yao Tian had not yet brightened, and he arrived at the river's opposite bank. He then arranged his troops and looked at the topographic map, a rare smile appearing on the corner of his mouth. "Hmm, not bad. Along this road, we can reach Xinan in three days."

  Leng Pei Han stood beside him, handing a glass of water to Mu Han Yao, "Gege, have some water."

  Mo Han looked at Leng Pei Han from afar, waved his hand and said, then turned to Li Su, "Let's rest for a while first, and set off again later. Is there anyone among the soldiers who is not feeling well?"

  "Not at all." Li Su shook his head and smiled, saying, "The medicine sent by the Regent King is really effective, not a single person has shown any signs of seasickness."

  He thought of her, able to be thousands of miles away, and still have the upper hand, investigating the situation clearly, and even set up a plan. He recalled the situation in Lianghuai, turned his gaze, looking at the soldiers in front of him, although they had gone through a night of sinking ships, but each one was still spirited and energetic, without any fatigue. The smile in his eyes was deep.

  Li Su looked at Mu Han Yao in front of him and smiled softly again, "General, I'll go prepare first."

  "Hmm." Mu Han nodded remotely and continued to look at the map.

  Leng Pei Han stood by, looking at Mu Han Yao's expression, thinking that every time the regent king was mentioned, his demeanor would change. Her eyes flashed with a hint of sadness as she recalled what Han Jin Ge had said. Was she really going to give up? But in her heart, she really didn't want to.

  Mu Han looked at Leng Pei Han with a distant gaze and asked in a low voice, "Can you hold on?"

  "Hmm." Leng Pei Han nodded, then asked in a low voice, "Han Yao Gege, you know my personality, I've never been one to beat around the bush. Can I ask you a few questions?"

  "En, ask away." Mu Han Yao nodded and said.

  "Has Brother Han Yang ever liked me?" asked Leng Pei Han, although a bit shy, but without any hesitation or coquetry.

  "I've always treated you like a little sister." Mu Han Yao also replied without hiding anything.

  "What about that Prince Han Yan?" Cold Tian Heng's eyebrows and eyes flashed with a hint of gloom, and he asked immediately.

  "She is the ruler, I am the subject, that's all there is to it." Mu Han looked at Leng Pei Han from afar and said in a low voice.

  Leng Pei Han gazed at Mu Han Yao, and couldn't help but sigh. "I just can't help feeling a little unwilling to give up. I've had feelings for Brother Han Yao all along, but over the years, we haven't been able to meet in person. Now, I just want to ask you directly, so that I can put my mind at ease. If Brother Han Yao doesn't have any feelings for me, then from now on, I'll just be your little sister, okay?"

  Mo Han stretched out his hand from afar and touched her head, "You were originally my sister anyway."

  Leng Pei Han was heartbroken, but she wasn't one to drag things out. Once she had made up her mind about something, it would continue to bother her until she got an answer. Now that she had finally gotten the truth, she wouldn't dwell on it anymore.

  "Han Yang brother, but I still want to follow you to the southwest. Although I am a woman, I also want to be like my brothers and Han Yang brother, going into battle and killing enemies, rather than being locked in the boudoir all day, doing some weak and artificial things." Leng Pei Han looked at Mu Han Yang and said loudly.

  Mo Han looked at Leng Pei Han from afar and chuckled softly, "Sigh, just like your brother."

  "That's it." Leng Pei Han smiled brightly, "However, Brother Han Yao, that Regent King is really not simple. At this time, Feng Guo can be said to be battered and bruised, but unexpectedly she still has such means, I must say I admire her very much, although I once really hated her extremely."

  Admiring her from afar, he thought that if a woman could give such an evaluation of her, then what about him?

  After a brief reorganization, Mu Han Yao led his troops southwest.

  Phoenix proudly went to the early morning court, but did not return to the palace, instead going to Wei Zuo Mo's place. Since he said he wanted to rush, he had to make good preparations. Thinking of the last time they met, it was in the middle of the night, and he really didn't get a clear look at Wei Zuo Mo's appearance.

  Mu Hanjin and Lan Xuan followed their usual routine, first going to the Supervisory Office for official business, then returning to the Wang Mansion to review memorials.

  "Has the matter of the imperial examination been settled?" Lan Xuan asked, sitting in the carriage and looking at the document in his hand.

  "It's still not enough." Mu Hanjin shook his head and said.

  Lan Yun Shu looked at him, "Could it be that you really want women to enter the imperial court as officials?"

  "The prince's intention is." Mu Hanjin looked at Lan Junshu, "If it really allows women to enter the imperial court as officials, I estimate that there will be some changes again."

  "It's natural." Lan Jing's eyebrows furrowed slightly, "First of all, I just feel uncomfortable."

  "What's wrong?" Mu Hanjin raised an eyebrow and asked in a low voice.

  "A woman should originally be at home taking care of her husband and teaching children, only then can she be gentle and virtuous." Lan Yun Shu said with a faint smile.

  "What kind of woman do you think is suitable for the imperial court?" Mu Hanjin raised his eyes, looking at Lan Junshu, and asked in a warm voice.

  Lan Xuan Shu followed Mu Hanjin's words and recalled the scene of Feng Ao Tian wearing women's clothing in Lianghuai, which was stunningly beautiful, with a cold and elegant temperament that made people want to surrender at her feet from afar. If such a woman were to enter the imperial court as an official, he would certainly be willing.

  "What are you thinking about?" Mu Hanjin stared at Lan Xuan's book in a daze, recalling Feng Ao Tian's words from last night, and then chuckled, "How did you also learn to daydream now?"

  "There's nothing, just remembering the scene of Wang Ye wearing women's clothes at that time in Lianghuai." Lan Junshu looked at Mu Hanjin, and a faint unnaturalness flashed across his warm and jade-like face.

  Mo Hanjin was taken aback for a moment, then looked at him, "Prince Wang wearing women's clothes? Why?"

  "Investigate the case." Lan Jing Shu said, "Your elder brother and Ye Yan Hui also saw it."

  "I'd like to see it," Mu Hanjin said with interest. "What does the king look like in men's clothing?"

  Lan Yun looked at him and said, "Wait until Wang Ye has put it on, then you'll see for yourself."

  "Do you think there will be such a rare opportunity again?" Mu Hanjin said with some regret.

  "I can only say that if there were women who entered the imperial court as officials, they should be like this." Lan Ju gave the most pertinent evaluation.

  Mo Hanjin's cloud-like eyebrows slightly raised as he gazed at Lan Jingyu, "Wait for a while and then draw it out for me to take a look."

  Lan Yun was taken aback, "Draw it down? I still cherish this little life of mine."

  "Don't let Wang Ye see it, that's all." Mu Hanjin looked at Lan Xuan Shu, "I find it hard to imagine what Wang Ye would look like in women's clothing, unfortunately, I didn't go at the time."

  Lan Yun Shu looked at Mu Han Jin's expression and thought that he had indeed fallen deeply in love. At this point, even if the prince let out a sneeze, he would probably think that the sound was extremely pleasant to hear.

  "I'll go with you." Lan Xuan said helplessly, and for some reason, he also wanted to follow.

  Mu Hanjin looked at Lan Xue, just about to thank him, when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. He quickly turned around, pulled out a white handkerchief and covered his mouth with it, and a bright red stain immediately soaked into the white cloth.

  Lan Yun looked ahead and saw the shocking red color on the handkerchief, and she couldn't help but pause for a moment. "What's wrong with you?"

  "It's nothing, just that I've just recovered my martial arts skills and had a bit of hematemesis." Mu Hanjin hastily put away the handkerchief and looked at Lan Junshu, saying calmly.

  "You can't fool me." Lan Jing Shu looked at him, "You always bury your own bitterness in your heart, this temperament of yours is really something that makes people both love and hate you."

  Mu Hanjin looked at Lan Xichen and weakly patted his shoulder, "In my heart, there is only the king, you can forget about it."

  Lan Yun Shu wanted to wave his hand away, but looking at him so haggard, he lifted his hand and said, "You, lie down properly, we'll talk about it when we get back to the manor."

  "Mm." Mu Hanjin nodded slightly and lay down in the carriage, lifting his wrist to see that the red thread on his palm had grown a bit longer. He quickly covered it with his sleeve.

  Lan Yun looked at him, shaking her head helplessly, unsure of what to say.

  Feng Ao Tian also sensed that Mu Han Jin had coughed up blood again, and a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes. He thought that he didn't want her to see him in this state, so he didn't pursue the matter further. Turning around, they arrived at the wine house, which was still empty and desolate, a stark contrast to its former bustling atmosphere with guests coming and going.

  The shopkeeper looked up and saw the newcomer, hastily came forward to greet him, not daring to be half a moment slow, "Your humble servant pays his respects to Your Highness."

  "Hmm, where is your master?" Feng Ao Tian asked immediately.

  "It's upstairs." The shopkeeper replied, then turned sideways and led Feng Ao Tian up the stairs.

  "Master Wang, please!" The shopkeeper stood at the door, pushed it open and gestured for Feng Ao Tian to enter.

  Feng Ao Tian stepped inside and saw a red figure sitting under the beaded curtain, raising her eyes to look at him. "Your Highness, what brings you here this time?"

  Feng Ao Tian looked at this person, who was indeed arrogant enough. Seeing that she had no rules to follow, and directly asked about her intentions, she put away the folding fan in her hand, propped up the table with one hand, and propped up her chin with the other, looking through the beaded curtain at Wei Zi Mo inside.

  This red dress, compared to Ye Mei Xi's, has a few more ethereal qualities. Although the face is obscured by a veil, it can't be seen clearly. However, the eyes, despite being enchanting, seem icy cold. She still prefers Ye Mei Xi's charming and seductive appearance. Thinking of this, she suddenly misses Ye Mei Xi terribly and wonders how he is doing now.

  Ye Mei Xing was lying on the soft couch, staring blankly at the portrait of Feng Ao Tian that he had painted himself. Suddenly, he felt a tickle in his nose and let out a sneeze. He turned over and pressed the painting under his body, stroking Feng Ao Tian's face. "Sir, are you thinking of Mei Xing?"

  Wei Zimo looked at Feng Ao Tian, who seemed to be sizing him up, but somehow, his eyes appeared to be thinking of someone else. A flash of displeasure flickered across his gaze.

  Feng Ao Tian let out a soft sigh, then withdrew his thoughts and looked at Wei Zi Mo, "Do you want me to tell the truth or a lie?"

  "What's a lie?" Wei Zuo Mo looked at her through the bead curtain, thinking that she had come to see him, was there really so many reasons?

  Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow and continued, "Master has taken a liking to you."

  A flash of vermilion light flickered between the phoenix's eyebrows, a cold and piercing gaze shot out from behind the beaded curtain. The phoenix still wore a faint smile as it met that gaze, "It was you who made me tell a lie."

  "What's the truth?" Wei Zuo Mo took a deep breath, his tone still pleasant and melodious, yet subtly revealing a hint of anger.

  "Is this true......" Feng Ao Tian dragged out the long tone, and then his figure flashed, the bead curtain emitted a crisp sound, she had already entered the bead curtain, standing in front of Wei Zi Mo, stretching out her hand...

  Wei Zongyao's figure fluttered and turned, then landed ten steps away from her, with his back to her. "Your Highness, please restrain yourself."

  "My grandfather has always been like this towards beautiful women." Feng Ao Tian crossed her arms over her chest, thinking that the person in front of her had extremely high martial arts skills. With his back to her, standing before her with an enchanting figure, his physique was excellent. Just now, she saw those eyes, which were very beautiful and captivating, exuding seven parts charm and three parts coldness. His skin was so tender it seemed like it could be blown away by a breath. Although she couldn't see his face clearly, she could still affirm that this person's figure and appearance were excellent.

  "If the king has no other business, you may withdraw." Wei Zuo said, and then flew away.

  Feng Ao Tian hastily flew up, following him, Wei Zi Mo immediately entered the house in the backyard, the doors and windows were also tightly closed. Feng Ao Tian stood outside the door, leaning against the door frame, "Sir's true words have not been finished yet."

  "Then let's talk." Wei Zuo Mo's voice came from inside the house, still lukewarm.

  "Feng Ao Tian loudly retorted, 'The truth is, I'm going to surpass you.'"

  Wei Zuo sat at the desk, the corner of her mouth slightly hooked under the veil, a flash of gloominess flickered in her eyes, and her enchanting figure showed off her elegance without responding.

  Feng Ao Tian didn't say anything either, and turned around to leave.

  After Wei Zi Mo left, Feng Ao Tian coldly asked, "Now, how much of the industry is left?"

  "The Regent has taken back another 10% from yesterday to today." The shopkeeper hastily replied.

  "Good trick." Wei Zuo Mo sneered, "It seems that this emperor has raised a group of useless people."

  "You deserve to die." The shopkeeper hastily knelt down and said in a low voice.

  Wei Zong poured himself a cup of tea, slowly drank it down, and his fingers, as white as jade, stroked the cup. He then said, "Assign someone to keep an eye on it. If it's taken back again, I'll personally retrieve it for the palace."

  "Yes." The shopkeeper hastily replied and immediately retreated.

  Wei Zimo put down the cup in his hand and turned around to enter the inner hall, while the cup he had just placed down had already turned into a pile of powder.

  Mu Hanjin and Lan Xuan sat in the carriage, turning a corner, they would be back at the Wang Manor.

  "How is your body?" Lan Yunshu asked with concern.

  "It's much better now." Mu Hanjin is waiting to return to the Wang Fu to recover and cultivate his energy.

  Suddenly, a dark shadow fell, and a fierce palm wind chopped towards the horse carriage. Mu Hanjin felt something was wrong and quickly took Lan Xuan with him to get out of the horse carriage. The two then rolled onto the ground, while the horse carriage had already been shattered.

  He raised his eyes and looked at the black shadow in front of him, and suddenly a cold light shot out from his eyes, looking at Lan Junshu, "You quickly return to the Wang Fu."

  "Who is he?" Lan Jing Shu looked at the person in front of him, his martial arts skills were certainly very high, and he looked uneasily at Mu Han Jin.

  "I don't know." Mu Hanjin shook his head and said. He had sent people to investigate his whereabouts, but they had found nothing. Unexpectedly, he had run into him again now.

  Lan Yun also found it strange, looking at the person in front of her and then glancing at Mu Hanjin, "You should be careful."

  "Mm." Mu Hanjin nodded.

  Lan Yun Shu quickly got up from the ground, turned around and was about to leave, but heard a cold and stern voice, "Neither of you can leave."

  Then, the black shadow in front of him flew up, with both palms gathering internal force, striking Mu Hanjin and Lan Xuan Shu.

  Mo Hanjin hastily pushed Lan Jing's book away, then raised his palm to receive the incoming slap, but saw a figure swoop down and pull him into their arms, dodging the slap in the process.

  He raised his eyes and looked at the person in front of him, a hint of warmth flashing across his gaze, "Wang Ye..."

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him and then pushed him into Lan Jing Shu's arms, "Take care of him for me."

  "Yes." Lan Jing Shu replied, then supported Mu Hanjin as he stood beside him.

  Feng Ao Tian flew up to meet the man with a ghostly mask, they clasped hands, and then a loud "boom" was heard, and the two immediately fell down.

  "Who are you?" Feng Ao Tian descended elegantly, his eyes flashing with a hint of cold severity.

  The man wearing a ghostly mask shot out a cold light, staring at Feng Ao Tian, and then slapped him with a palm, immediately turning around and leaving.

  Feng Ao Tian caught the palm wind with one hand and then swung it out, turning around to look at Lan Jun Shu and Mu Han Jin, "Are you two alright?"

  "It doesn't matter." Mu Hanjin smiled lightly and continued to look at Feng Ao Tian, "Your Highness, are you alright?"

  "He can't go up." Feng Ao Tian stretched out his hand, pulling Mu Han Jin into his arms, and with one hand holding Lan Jun Shu, the three of them flew to the Regent Prince's mansion.

  Feng Ao Tian carried Mu Han Jin into the bedroom, placing him on the soft couch. He lowered his head, gazing at the red thread on Mu's wrist, which had grown longer than before. A glint of cold severity flashed in his eyes, as if he had sensed something, but still chose to keep it hidden and unspoken.

  She turned her gaze and looked at Lan Jingxue, "Come over."

  "Yes." Lan Jing Shu looked at Feng Ao Tian's gloomy expression, seeming to have returned to his usual cold demeanor. He habitually felt a thread of fear and then lowered his head and walked forward.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him walking slowly, then stretched out his hand and pulled him into his arms, lifted his left arm, only to hear a crisp sound of bones cracking. Lan Jun Shu didn't even have time to make a sound before Feng Ao Tian put him on the soft couch, "Your arm is dislocated, still enduring, do you think I couldn't see?"

  Lan Yun's eyes widened slightly, and then she furrowed her brow. She had just been worried about Mu Hanjin and had actually forgotten that her own arm was dislocated. But she... As she thought of this, a thread of warmth flashed through her heart.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at the two people in front of her, thinking about the man with the ghostly mask and who he was, why he had made moves against her three or four times. Then she turned to Mu Han Jin, "In the future, when you spit blood, either stay safely inside the Wang Fu or follow me."

  "Yes." Mu Hanjin nodded and then stood up, sat cross-legged, and began to cultivate his internal energy to heal his injuries.

  Feng Ao Tian turned his gaze to the side, looking at Old Man Feng, "Add more manpower, if that ghostly man is allowed to enter before me, I'll have you all torn apart."

  "Yes." Feng Gonggong knew that Wang Ye was in a bad mood at the moment and hastily replied.

  Xing Wuyun arrived at the imperial palace and heard that the empress dowager's bedroom was very quiet, and she had been in her bedroom all day. It was said that her entire face was swollen, and it would take at least ten days or half a month for her to recover, so she couldn't leave her bedroom.

  As the younger brother of the Empress Dowager, he naturally had to go and pay his respects. So, he went to the Empress Dowager's palace, but was driven out by her. Xing Wuyun felt that being a younger brother was really shameful, so today he was relatively happy. The wine eunuch no longer made him clean the jars, but instead had him stand in the courtyard, standing for an entire day.

  The fragrance of wine floated in the air above the biased courtyard, and he stood there, smelling the fragrance, also enjoying it.

  In the dead of night, Mu Hanjin also recovered his complexion and then withdrew his powers. He got up from the soft couch and saw Feng Ao Tian standing outside the bedroom with his hands behind his back.

  He turned his eyes and saw that Lan Jing had already entered the study, reviewing the memorials.

  He walked out of the bedroom on his own and went to her side, "Wang Ye..."

  "Are you hungry?" Feng Ao Tian turned his gaze towards him, his eyes as usual, without any impropriety.

  Mo Hanjin reached out and grasped her icy fingers, carefully rubbing them, then pulled her into his arms, "Wang Ye..."

  "Alright." Feng Ao Tian left his arms, and a light kiss fell on the corner of his lips, leading him into the bedroom, "Serve dinner."

  Digression

  Waaaahhh... so tired... today was even later... ~_