Gonggong Feng waved the dust lightly, glanced at the frozen night charm in the hot spring pool, snorted coldly in his heart, and followed Feng Aotian towards Mu Hanjin's Qinghui Pavilion.

Qinghui Pavilion is a courtyard specially built by Feng Aotian for Mu Hanjin, surrounded by powder walls outside the courtyard, green willows hang around, the courtyard is connected with Yonglu, the mountains and stones are embellished, and the east wing room is a hundred poles and green bamboos; two green pines on the west wall; More than a dozen pots of autumn chrysanthemums under the south eaves, with buds to be placed; A gap is suddenly opened under the wall of the backyard, and the clear spring is poured into the wall, and the staircase edge house is circled to the front yard, and the whole courtyard is full of elegance and elegance.

At this time, Lan Jingshu and Mu Hanjin were blowing the flute and painting alone, and now, they are like canaries in a cage, in addition to passing the time with this poetry and song, in order to comfort their withered hearts, and relieve the struggle and pain of this depression and heart, so that they can barely feel that they still have a trace of nostalgia and value in this world.

When Feng Aotian arrived, he stopped the eunuch guarding the courtyard from going to report it, but followed the faint and quiet sound of the flute all the way to the east.

Cuizhu moves with the wind, Mu Hanjin is dressed in snow-white satin, with a long tassel of white silk tied around her waist, tied with a piece of mutton fat white jade, covered with soft smoke and light yarn, black hair tied with a white brocade belt, eyebrows long into the sideburns, slender and gentle eyes, a straight nose bridge, jade fingers holding the white jade flute, the breeze is blowing, the flute voice is low with a melancholy that cannot be dissolved, just like his elegant and dust-free temperament, without a trace of impurities.

Under the green pine, Lan Jingshu is dressed in a light blue brocade robe, with a gentle and elegant temperament, holding a paintbrush, depicting the scene in front of him, every time he moves, he is as calm as the green pine behind him.

Feng Aotian stepped forward and walked quietly to Lan Jingshu's side, admiring his paintings, which were a picture of Qiu Ju, and the painting was also exquisite.

The sound of the flute stopped, he had just put away his pen, the corners of his mouth hooked up a gentle smile, admiring his paintings, and was about to raise his eyes to look at Mu Hanjin under the bamboo shadow in the east, but when he turned his eyes, he saw Feng Aotian concentrating on admiring the painting in his hand.

He was stunned, and his quiet posture no longer existed, and he knelt on the ground busily, his knees did not touch the ground, and his arms were gently taken by Feng Aotian, he raised his eyes, and his gentle eyes met her with cold eyes that seemed to be smiling, and his mind sank, and now he is not kneeling, nor is he standing, he can only grovel, "Weichen has seen the prince." ”

"Get up." Feng Aotian let go of his arm, and then his gaze fell on the Qiu Ju picture in front of him.

"Thank you, Lord Wang." Lan Jingshu was obviously a little nervous, thinking that in the past, the regent would never come to their courtyard during the day, and whenever he pampered them, he was sent to her dormitory at night, and he had just returned to the house today, why did he come to Qinghui Pavilion? It really puzzled him.

Mu Hanjin put away the jade flute and stepped forward, only to see Feng Aotian standing with Qing Songxia with his hands in his hands, his elegant face flashed with a touch of disgust and hatred, and he returned to his previous coldness, and slowly moved forward, "Weichen see the prince." ”

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Mu Hanjin, his flute voice was too sad, as if telling endless sorrow, faintly revealing that faint sadness.

He is indeed handsome, especially his weak temperament, calm and unhurried, but with a bit of stubbornness and a bit of arrogance, he really has the capital to make Feng Aotian bother him.

"Come here." Feng Aotian said in a cold tone, such an elegant person naturally has to be trained well, but such a high-minded and arrogant person, but he has a very indifferent view of fame and fortune, but he was imprisoned in the regent palace and suffered a lot of humiliation, I am afraid that the previous Feng Aotian has become a thorn in his heart and can never be pulled out.

However, she didn't want to pull out this thorn, not only could she not pull it out, but she also had to prick deeper and deeper, so that this thorn would become a heart knife loyal to her and insert it in his heart, but, looking at his appearance, there was a bit of similarity between his eyebrows and eyes to Mu Hanyao, they were all the kind of temperament that would rather bend than bend, but unfortunately, because of this, they were subject to her.

Mu Hanjin has a reflexive aversion to Feng Aotian's touch, remembering that every time he was tortured by her, he always gritted his teeth and endured it silently, but the more this was the case, the more it could arouse her evil tyrannical heart, every time, he would be tortured by her and couldn't get out of bed, and lay on the bed for five full days before he could recover some strength.

He reluctantly, with a pale face, covered the disgust in his heart, and moved forward step by step, until he reached Feng Aotian, but he was suddenly pulled into her arms, there was a touch of tenderness between her eyebrows and eyes, it was a soft light that he couldn't understand, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he said in a low voice, "Master came when he heard your flute sound, but your flute voice can reveal a thick grievance, is it because you miss the master?" ”

Mu Hanjin was a little stunned, and the first thought in his heart was, what kind of wind is this regent smoking? In the past, she would not have teased him so much, let alone said such frivolous words, which time was not extremely ugly, rough and vulgar?

Of course, Feng Aotian knew the vulgarity of her predecessor, in her eyes, except for the former emperor who had died, all other men were playthings of sexual abuse for her, and only by ravaging them miserably would she get a trace of pleasure and happiness.

Feng Aotian can't erase the perverted behavior of her predecessor, but she can add more color to this perverted behavior, for example, Mu Hanjin in front of her can't be too violent to him.

Her hand clamped Mu Hanjin's waist, compared to Ye Meixi's soft and boneless waist, his waist was relatively weak, but the feel was still excellent, the cold fingers moved on his body through the brocade fabric, drawing a little tingling, her red lips were already against his ears, spraying a touch of pink on his white and tender earlobes, which was very tempting, "Why don't you go back to your master?" ”

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