Wei Zimo stood alone in the dormitory, listening to the sound of the flute in his ears, which was tactful and long, like a continuous mountain range, revealing tenderness.

The corners of his mouth hooked up a shallow smile, but it was so bitter.

Wufeng sat alone in the courtyard of the side courtyard, personally unsealed a jar of self-brewed wine, and tasted it slowly.

Feng Aotian hadn't been so happy for a long time, looking at them in front of her, thinking of what had happened in the past year or so, she suddenly felt as if she had gone through a long time, but fortunately they were still by her side.

A few people were drinking, chatting, or saying some jokes, and time passed very quickly, and before they knew it, it was already dawn, even if they drank too much wine, they still did not feel sleepy.

Feng Aotian put down the empty wine jar, slowly got up, and stretched his body.

Leng Qianye raised his eyes to look at her, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, he slowly got up and walked to her side, but he took her into his arms without any scruples, "Your Majesty." ”

"Drunk?" Feng Aotian saw that he pursed his lips slightly, his face was slightly drunk, and his handsome face was even more otherworldly now, she leaned on his arms and listened to his faint breathing.

"Chen is very happy." Leng Chiba continued.

Feng Aotian saw his appearance, and the corners of his mouth hooked, "What else?" ”

"The minister misses the emperor." Leng Qianye said in a low voice, and then took her hand and walked out slowly.

Mu Hanjin raised his eyes and looked at Mu Hanyao, "Brother Leng is really drunk." ”

"Drink and spit the truth." Mu Hanyao looked at Mu Hanjin and got up slowly, "It's dawn, you and I will go back to the house first." ”

"Okay." Mu Hanjin replied with a smile, then got up, raised his eyes and saw that Lan Jingshu had fallen asleep on the side, apparently drunk and unconscious.

Meteor burped with wine, he was already overwhelmed by alcohol, and he was greedy for a cup, but now he was holding the wine jar, snoring, and laughing from time to time.

The cold wind in the early morning blew on the two of them, waving the residual smell of wine, but Leng Qianye held Feng Aotian tightly in his arms, reluctant to let go.

Feng Aotian looked at him sideways, "After getting drunk, it became more and more clingy." ”

Leng Qianye chuckled, then lowered his head and kissed her lips, "The emperor is so fragrant." ”

The corners of Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, it seemed that she was really drunk, she couldn't help but laugh, seeing a magnificent smile on his face, Yingting's nose rubbing against her cheeks, the thin lips pursed slightly, and her hands imprisoned her in his arms, and her dusty face was within reach.

She couldn't help laughing, it turned out that Leng Qianye was like this after being drunk, she lowered her head, imprinted his lips on the way, and sucked gently, the aroma of wine remained between her lips and teeth, and there was the breath of each other, so in public, although this palace was hers, but she had never been so bold.

What's more, the people in front of him, one is the domineering and cold emperor, and the other is a mighty and indifferent general, who staged such a shocking scene early in the morning, which really frightened the eunuchs and palace maids on both sides knelt on the ground, and they didn't dare to come out.

Feng Aotian didn't mind, she wanted to go to the whole world to know that Leng Qianye was hers.

The lilac brocade robe, the refined face, and the smile with a bit of charm now, only have a little more beauty beyond the world.

Feng Aotian grabbed his waist, flew away, and entered the emperor's bedroom in an instant, and when she put him on the dragon couch, she was about to do something, when she saw him fall asleep like this.

Feng Aotian couldn't help but hold his forehead to look at the sky, and then covered him with a brocade quilt, and he also lay on one side, hugging him to fall asleep together.

Mu Hanjin and Mu Hanyao went out of the palace in a carriage.

There were only two brothers left in the carriage, Mu Hanyao sat on one side, even if he was drunk, he was now cold, "Although I don't know what happened to you, I just hope you are safe." ”

Mu Hanjin raised his eyes to look at Mu Hanyao, and wanted to ask him if he knew the emperor's true identity, but he thought about it, it was better for the emperor to tell him about this matter himself, so he replied, "Big brother, don't worry, I will take care of myself." ”

"Hmm." Mu Hanyao nodded and said, "The emperor seems to be strong, but in fact, he also has a fragile side. ”

"Big brother and the emperor......" Mu Hanjin raised his eyes to look at him, "Have you seen each other honestly?" ”

When Mu Hanyao heard this, an unnatural look flashed on his face, "No." ”

Mu Hanjin lowered his eyes and said softly, "The eldest brother should take care of himself, the emperor's thoughts about the eldest brother are no worse than the second brother." ”

"Hmm." Mu Hanyao nodded slightly, raised his eyes to look at his current expression, remembered the past, and couldn't help but say, "I didn't expect you and my brothers to fall in love with the same person." ”

Mu Hanjin smiled warmly, "Big brother, do you remember when I was weak, you asked me, what kind of woman do you want to marry in the future?" ”

"Hmm." Mu Hanyao nodded and said, you carry the wine, look at the moon and say, "Don't seek to captivate the city and the country, but seek to have similar interests." ”

"yes." Mu Hanjin replied with a smile, "Now I think she is the rarest person in the world. ”

Mu Hanyao replied with a light smile, "Not bad." ”

After noon, when Feng Aotian woke up, Leng Qianye was still asleep, she got up, got off the dragon couch, supported her forehead with some churning eyebrows, and then stepped out of the emperor's bedroom.

Wei Zimo couldn't sleep peacefully last night because of itching all over his body, and besides, thinking of the laughter and the sound of flutes coming from the Qinghui Palace, how could he sleep peacefully?

Feng Aotian unconsciously walked to the Floating Dream Palace, just a light tiptoe, flew down on the eaves, looking at the bright red figure, she immediately sat down and quietly accompanied him without saying a word.

She sat for an hour, and then flew away.

When he returned to the emperor's bedroom, he saw that Leng Qianye had woken up, and after taking a bath, he changed his clothes again, sat on the soft couch, and looked at a book with a scroll.

Feng Aotian stepped forward with a light smile and held his hand, "Got up so early?" ”

"The emperor is not by the minister's side, how can the minister sleep?" Leng Qianye put down the scroll, leaned against her tightly, and said softly.

Feng Aotian laughed lightly, "When did you become flamboyant?" ”

"Can the emperor accompany his ministers today?" Leng Qianye raised his eyes to look at her, thinking that since Rinan returned to China that day, he had not been alone with her.

Feng Aotian listened to his words and said with a light smile, "Do you have a place you want to go?" ”

Leng Qianye lowered his eyes and looked at her, "Then does the emperor have a place to take his ministers?" ”

Feng Aotian's eyes turned slightly, Leng Qianye seemed indifferent, but in fact, she hid her inner thoughts, she hooked his jaw and slowly approached, "Ye just wants to take you to the couch." ”

Leng Qianye smiled dumbly, and then he wanted to untie his clothes.

Feng Aotian slid his hands across his waist and caressed his back, "You haven't been to the capital for a long time, how about we go out and go shopping like ordinary people?" ”

"Okay." Leng Chiba held her hand in her palm, bowed her head and kissed it.

Feng Aotian got up and changed into civilian clothes, and then took his hand and left the palace.

Walking on the street that was not bustling, Feng Aotian and Leng Qianye walked side by side, she followed Xing Wuyun's example, playing with the folding fan in her hand, and looked at Leng Qianye sideways, "What did you do in the capital in the past?" ”

Leng Qianye raised his eyes and looked at the street in front of him, his indifferent face revealed a smile, "Since I was a child, my father has guarded the border gates, and I, as the eldest son of the Leng Mansion, naturally have to take on the responsibility, every time I come out, I just chat with a few fox friends and dogs." ”

"Huh?" Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "How do you make small talk?" ”

"It's about finding an elegant place to listen to music and drink and say something inconsequential." Leng Chiba replied in a low voice.

Feng Aotian's eyes shattered a touch of coldness, "Elegant place? More elegant than the Lord's Furong Pavilion? ”

Leng Qianye couldn't help laughing, "The emperor is jealous? ”

"Hmph." Feng Aotian acquiesced, "Since there is such an elegant place, wouldn't it be a pity if the master didn't go?" ”

"The emperor has been to that place." Leng Chiba continued.

"What's it called?" Feng Aotian then asked.

"To the west of the outskirts of the city, there is a pavilion built by the water, called Yayin, where the minister first met the emperor." Leng Qianye said softly.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Isn't it when you sent troops back?" ”

"At that time, the emperor was still the prince, and the emperor came with him, it should be regarded as a private visit, and the minister was also in another private room, and I saw it inadvertently, so I didn't take it to heart, and now you mentioned it, and the minister remembered it." Leng Qianye thought that he had already noticed her at that time.

Feng Aotian held his hand, "That said, that place is still the place where you and Ye first met." ”

"Hmm." Leng Qianye clasped her fingers tightly, and then the two of them walked forward slowly.

"I'm going to take a look." Feng Aotian heard Leng Qianye say this, and he also remembered the situation at that time, but all of Feng Aotian's thoughts at that time were on Feng Aoyun, and naturally, he didn't notice Leng Qianye.

Leng Qianye looked at Feng Aotian sideways, "Does the emperor really want to go?" ”

"Hmm." Feng Aotian nodded and said, "I remember that there is a woman named Ning Su in the Yayin Pavilion, who is good at playing the pipa, and her appearance is even more outstanding. ”

Leng Qianye listened to Feng Aotian's words, and hurriedly stood in place, "Since the emperor is going to see the beauty, the minister will not go." ”

Feng Aotian looked at him sideways, "Wouldn't it be too boring if you didn't go?" ”

Leng Chiba held her hand, "Go elsewhere." ”

"Master is going to Yayin Pavilion." Feng Aotian dragged his hand and walked forward.

Leng Qianye looked at her silhouette and said in a low voice, "The emperor ...... to women"

"As long as it's a beauty, I like it." Feng Aotian knew what Leng Qianye cared about, and said deliberately.

Leng Qianye listened to her words, and immediately calmed down, "The emperor is really fraternal." ”

"That's nature." Feng Aotian echoed.

As soon as Leng Qianye's arm was forced, he hugged Feng Aotian in his arms, then turned around and walked to the opposite place.

Feng Aotian raised her eyes to look at him, obviously seeing the displeasure in his eyes, she was just teasing him, but unexpectedly, he was really angry.

She tugged at the placket of his clothes, "Don't let go of the master yet." ”

Leng Qianye was determined not to let her go, and said in a low voice, "The ministers are tired, and I want to go back to the palace." ”

"Then you go back to the palace, and you can go and see it yourself." Feng Aotian continued.

Leng Qianye suddenly let go of her, "Even if the emperor goes, the minister doesn't have to go back to the palace, just leave Beijing." ”

Feng Aotian tugged at his sleeve when he shook his hand and walked forward.

Leng Qianye stood in place, with his back to her, "What does the emperor command?" ”

Feng Aotian's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth hooked the evil ghost, "Turn around." ”

"If the emperor has nothing to order, the minister will retire." Leng Qianye then took a step and was about to leave.

Feng Aotian looked at his appearance, and thought about the arrogance she had when she first saw him, she just liked his angry appearance, and then stepped forward and held his hand, "You are bold again now." ”

Leng Qianye was slightly stunned, knowing that she was deliberately angry with him, but he liked it very much, because he knew that she had him in her heart.

A slight smile curled into his lips, he held her hand tightly, and walked forward, and in a few moments the two of them were out of the city gate.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Where do you want to go?" ”

"As long as it's not Yayin Ge." Leng Qianye continued, "Anyway, at that time, the emperor didn't go to Yayin Pavilion for ministers, and now he goes to Yayin Pavilion for ministers. ”

The corners of Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, her calculation was really clear, and she continued, "Then you want Ye to take you to a place for you?" ”

"Hmm." Leng Qianye took out the brocade bag from his arms, which was their knotted hair, and he always carried it, as if she was always by his side.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Leng Qianye, "Master will take you to the dungeon." ”

Leng Qianye turned his eyes to look at her, "What does the emperor want to do?" ”

Feng Aotian approached him, "What do you want Master to do?" ”

Leng Qianye's jade-like eyes flashed with a touch of incomprehension, looking at the cunning in her eyes, he slowly lowered his eyes, "It turns out that the emperor only remembers the appearance of his ministers in the dungeon." ”

"Hmm." Feng Aotian nodded and said, "Especially the appearance of being torn naked by the master." ”

Leng Qianye's eyes dimmed even more, and then responded, "The minister doesn't want to go to that place in his life." ”

Feng Aotian looked at him, and then took his hand, "What do you want you to do?" ”

Leng Qianye raised his eyes, and the corners of his mouth suddenly hooked up a smile, "What does the emperor want the minister to do, the minister can only comply." ”

Feng Aotian dragged him forward slowly, then entered the city gate, and slowly walked to the Regent's Mansion, Leng Qianye raised his eyes and looked at the Regent's Mansion in front of him, time passed, he remembered that after he received the holy decree and returned to Beijing, he entered the Regent's Mansion, and then, he was tortured in the dungeon for two years and suffered humiliation.

This is the pain hidden in his heart, the dark dungeon, there is no ray of sunlight all day long, there is endless darkness all around, time can forget everything, but this is the deepest and most painful memory he hides and remembers, no matter what, he can't erase it.

He held Feng Aotian's hand tightly, Feng Aotian took him to walk slowly on the corridor, winding, the cold wind blowing his brocade robe, seeing that he had reached the dungeon, his feet seemed to be stared at, unable to move.

Feng Aotian knew that he would never forget this memory, even now, he loved her, but the torture of that time, he chose to put it in his heart, but he knew that such pain was drowned, just like a cancer, it would not disappear with time, but would expand more and more.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "Scared? ”

Leng Qianye took a deep breath, and without saying a word, he walked inside.

The entrance to the dungeon is very narrow, and it can only accommodate one person, Leng Qianye walked in front, protect Feng Aotian on his body, as soon as he entered the dungeon, a damp musty smell came to his nose, Leng Qianye took a sip of it, and felt his stomach churning, and he felt nauseous.

With every step he took, the sound of whipping sounded in his ears, and his indifferent face was covered with cold sweat, and even the palm of his hand that held her was overflowing with sweat.

Feng Aotian knew that he was fearless, but he was afraid of the dungeon alone, and he walked forward slowly until he reached the cell in front of him, as if he remembered the situation at that time, he stood in front of the cell and did not say a word.

Feng Aotian clenched his hand and slowly entered the cell, his body began to tremble uncontrollably, and suddenly let go of Feng Aotian's hand, and then with one palm, he shattered the cell in front of him.

Seeing him like this, Feng Aotian hurriedly grabbed him and fell outside before the cell collapsed.

"Better?" Feng Aotian looked at him and asked in a low voice.

Leng Qianye clutched his chest, panting heavily, he looked at Feng Aotian sideways, his face was painful, "The minister is so sad." ”

Feng Aotian hugged him, she understood that the real Feng Aotian had such a purpose that day, but such pain could not be filled, and she understood that even if Leng Qianye loved her, she couldn't erase the hatred for her at that time.

Leng Qianye hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to crush her in his arms, the past was vivid, he couldn't control his own heart, only in this way could he feel better.

Feng Aotian caressed his back and let him hold him, so after a long time, Leng Qianye gasped lowly, slowly let go of her, and said in a low voice, "The minister has nothing to do." ”

Feng Aotian knew that he still didn't let go, she pulled him forward until she reached the torture room, she looked at him, "Do you know what the master is going to do?" ”

Leng Qianye looked at the torture room in front of him, looking at her cold gaze, he narrowed his eyes, quietly took a step back, untied the belt on his body, took off the clothes on his body, and slowly walked forward, walking to the torture rack, his eyes closed, unwilling to look at her.

Feng Aotian stepped forward and hung the cold shackles on his hands and feet, there was already an extra leather whip on her hand, her wrist was raised, and there was a "pop", and the crisp sound resounded throughout the torture room.

Leng Qianye closed his eyes, intending to endure such pain again, but there was only the sound of whips in his ears, but there was no pain.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Feng Aotian raising his whip and hitting his body, he looked at her in disbelief, and after being stunned for a moment, he quickly shook his head, "Don't ......"

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Don't want anything?" ”

"The whip on your body hurts more than it hurts on mine, don't beat it again." He was now bound by iron chains, and he tried his best to break free, but he still couldn't move, because the chains were not ordinary materials, and his heart felt like a torn pain at this moment.

Feng Aotian put away the whip and slowly approached him, until he stood in front of him, "Sorry for you?" ”

"Put me down." Leng Qianye watched the whip hit her body, her clothes were torn, and every time, she used full force, and her skin was already open.

He felt like he was strangled by the neck, about to suffocate to death, he looked at the place where he had been whipped, and now all he wanted to do was hold her, she was punishing him, torturing him.

Feng Aotian had no intention of letting him go, but slowly approached him, hooked his neck, tiptoed slightly, and kissed his lips, this kiss was raging wildly, as if to sweep away all the pain in his heart, her hands slid over every inch of his skin, as if comforting his heart that had been hurt by fear.

Leng Qianye always looked at her with wide eyes, when she hit her with the whip on her body, all his fear and pain had disappeared, and what brought him was endless regret, he regretted that he didn't let go of his heart, regretted that he still hated her in his heart, but now, he only wanted to make all the pain in her body double on him, if she hurt a point, he would hurt a hundred times.

Feng Aotian left his lips, raised his hand to untie the chain, Leng Qianye took her into his arms, lowered his head and deepened the kiss, he picked her up horizontally, and put her flat on the long table on one side, then lowered his head, untied her robe, and saw that the underwear was soaked with blood, he raised his eyes to look at her, "Does the emperor want his ministers to die of pain?" ”

Feng Aotian sat up, took him into his arms, and said softly, "This injury is nothing to the master. ”

At this moment, his emotions completely collapsed, he put on his brocade robe, carried her out of the dungeon, and walked straight to the dormitory.

Feng Aotian leaned into his arms, raised his eyes to look at his indifferent eyes with pity, the corners of her mouth raised, all of this was calculated by her a long time ago, she knew that Lu Dao was in his heart, and even more aware that if Lu Dao did not remove the tumor in his heart, then even if he stayed by her side every day, one day, if this tumor was inexplicably awakened, he would live in pain all day long.

"In your heart, who matters?" Feng Aotian raised his eyes and asked with a light smile on the corner of his mouth.

Leng Qianye put her on the bed, and then went to look for gold sore medicine, then sat down and looked at her, "Naturally, it's the emperor." ”

Feng Aotian held his hand, "Go and pour a cup of hot water for you." ”

"Hmm." Leng Qianye nodded and looked at her with raised eyes, "The minister will give the emperor medicine first." ”

Feng Aotian clenched his hand, "It's just a small injury." ”

"Minor injuries?" Leng Qianye's eyes sank, and he said in a low voice, "Does the emperor want his ministers to cut himself with a thousand knives?" ”

Feng Aotian's fingertips slid over his lips, "Ye is thirsty now." ”

Leng Qianye turned around and went to the table to pour water, while Feng Aotian slowly got out of bed, hugged him from behind, leaned on his back, and could still feel the heat, she said in a low voice, "Ye Zhilu said that there is always a gap in your heart that cannot be crossed, and you are tattooing on your abdomen, not just because you miss your master, but because you want to make yourself forget the pain that your grandfather brought you." ”

Leng Qianye's hand paused slightly, the hot water had already overflowed the teacup, and he crossed his fingers, he came back to his senses, slowly turned around, looked at her face, and couldn't help sighing, "Isn't there one thing in this world that can be hidden from the emperor?" ”

"Because you care about you, you will naturally care about you and see you clearly, and you don't want you to be so miserable for the rest of your life."

Leng Qianye hugged her tightly and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, now that the minister has completely let go, there is no hatred or pain in his heart, there is just love for you." ”

Feng Aotian hugged him, hooked his lips and smiled, "This is good." ”

Leng Qianye let go of her, looking at the blood printed on her waist and legs, he frowned, "If the emperor goes back like this, they will definitely eat the ministers." ”

"I haven't eaten it, who dares to eat it?" Feng Aotian said sharply, and then looked at Leng Qianye, "In this world, only the master dares to eat you." ”

Leng Qianye wanted to laugh out loud, but looking at the shocking scars on her body, he couldn't laugh, he reluctantly pulled the corners of his mouth and picked her up and put her on the bed.

He sat on one side and rolled up the undershirt around her waist, but Feng Aotian paused slightly, looked at his appearance, and scolded in a low voice, "Fool." ”

Shouldn't you take off your underwear? How do you roll it up from below?

Leng Qianye now focused all his attention on the whip marks on Feng Aotian's waist and abdomen, he took the golden sore medicine, carefully medicated her, and then rolled up her trousers, but felt that her legs were very slender, her skin was crystal clear, and the bright red whip marks on it were so dazzling.

After he took the medicine, he raised his eyes to see that Feng Aotian's face was a little complicated, and he asked in a low voice, "Is it the minister who hurts the emperor?" ”

"Nope." Feng Aotian said in a deep voice, then put on his outer robe, leaned on the bed, and pointed to her side, "Come here." ”

Leng Qianye took off her shoes and lay beside her, raising her eyes to look at her handsome side face, but she didn't dare to touch her wounds, so she could only lean on her gently.

Feng Aotian scolded in a low voice again, stupid, you can't hold it below, you can hug it above, and then raised her eyes and glanced at Leng Qianye fiercely, anyway, she had already given him a chance, it was he who was too stupid.

Leng Qianye raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian staring at him coldly, he hurriedly sat up cautiously and looked at her, "The emperor is angry?" ”

Feng Aotian snorted coldly, and then sighed helplessly, he was really smart, and he was confused for a while.

Thinking about it like this, he felt that he was naturally worried about her now, so he was a little sluggish, so he simply raised his hand and held his hand in the palm of his hand, "But there is still a place you want to go?" ”

"The minister sent the emperor back to the palace." Leng Qianye felt that at this time, she needed to take good care of it, and the whip marks on her body naturally couldn't be hidden from them, so she must have been questioned again when she went back.

Feng Aotian then got out of bed, took his hand and stepped out of the dormitory, and then flew away.

Leng Qianye always looked at her cautiously, and seeing that her face was gloomy and she didn't say a word, he asked in a low voice, "Is the wound painful?" ”

Feng Aotian glanced at him sideways, "It's a headache." ”

"Headache?" Leng Qianye frowned, and when the two of them landed in the emperor's bedroom, Meteor was lying on the soft couch yawning, and he hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Meteor, you go and ask the imperial doctor to come over." ”

"What's wrong?" Meteor asked, yawning.

"The emperor is injured." Leng Qianye helped Feng Aotian sit down and said anxiously.

"What?" Meteor raised his eyes to look at Feng Aotian, and saw the blood stains on the robe along her clothes, he suddenly became excited, any sleepiness was gone, and he hurriedly rushed forward, the corners of his eyes were already overflowing with tears, "Holy Lord, what's wrong with you?" Who doesn't have long eyes would dare to hurt you? ”

"Master, this one doesn't have long eyes." Feng Aotian said lightly,

"What...... What the? Meteor blinked his eyes, and the tears that were about to fall were forcibly choked back by Feng Aotian's words, he looked at Feng Aotian and didn't quite understand.

"Meteor, don't go to the doctor yet." Leng Qianye saw the meteor looking at Feng Aotian in a daze, and hurriedly said.

Meteor knew that Leng Qianye meant to ask him to summon Wufeng back, so he hurriedly answered, and ran away without a trace.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Leng Qianye, "You want everyone to know that Dao Ye is injured?" ”

Leng Qianye hurriedly sat down and looked at her, "Your Majesty, it's all the minister's fault, don't be angry, if you are angry, punish the minister." ”

Feng Aotian was just joking with him, but he didn't expect him to take it so seriously, and couldn't help but sigh, "Ye is reluctant to hurt you, come and help Ye to lie down." ”

"Hmm." Leng Qianye nodded in response, and saw that her face was a little pale, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Meteor rushed into the side courtyard as fast as he could, and Wufeng had just come out of a nap, seeing his hurried appearance, he asked indifferently, "What's wrong with you?" ”

"Come with me to the Emperor's Dormitory, the Holy Lord is injured." The meteor stepped forward and had to pull the windless away.

Wufeng looked at the meteor and couldn't help but wonder, "There are very few people in this world who can hurt her, has she met a strong enemy?" ”

"yes, and it's a very strong enemy." Meteor remembered what Feng Aotian said, and said coldly, he wanted to figure out why the Holy Lord would whip himself against himself?

Wufeng followed the meteor to the emperor's dormitory, and saw a man in a purple brocade robe, with a handsome face as dust, sitting on the side of the dragon couch with an extraordinary bearing, looking at Feng Aotian with an anxious face.

He looked at it in his heart, and roughly guessed that the person in front of him was Leng Qianye, but now his appearance is really different from what is rumored in the outside world, he slowly stepped forward, saw the blood stains on Feng Aotian's waist and abdomen, and the whip marks on his legs, from the perspective of the whip marks, he said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, is this nothing to play masochism?" ”

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