The night is like ink.

In the imperial study, Feng Yihan sat alone in front of the desk, leaning lightly on the back of the chair, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was thinking about something

"Master," a slightly muffled voice came from behind the chair, breaking the silence in the imperial study.

Listening to this sound, the phoenix's eyes were half-opened, and the color at the bottom of his eyes was sometimes clear, complex and deep, making people unable to see clearly, and he couldn't guess what he was thinking in his heart

"Cloud, take it with you" After a long time, Feng Yihan slowly opened his mouth, took out a piece of letterhead from his sleeve, and handed it to the person who came.

The person who came took the letterhead with both hands, looked at the letterhead, a few wisps of doubt flashed in his eyes, and the next moment he regained the initial clarity, just because he knew that even if he had doubts in his heart, he should hide the doubts that should not be in his heart, and not show a trace of them.

"Qin Yue should be almost ready, you bring this letter immediately, after reading this letter, she will know what to do" Feng Yihan elegantly picked up a cup of tea on the table, took a sip, and then said: "But remember not to act rashly"

"Yes" Lairen replied with his jaw bowed, his eyes lowered, as if he suddenly thought of something, raised his eyes, looked at the man in front of him and said: "A few days ago, the dark guard came to report that it was King Wei's serious illness" I heard that his life was dying, but he was afraid that he would not be able to return to the sky.

The man's hand holding the teacup shook suddenly, and an unknown light color flashed in the slightly narrowed phoenix eyes, and the faint yellow light color reflected the man's face and became more and more handsome.

Halfway through, Feng Yihan waved his hand without saying a word, signaling the person to retreat.

The next moment, everything in the room returned to its original silence, except for the wind that poured in through the window to fill the silence of the room.

Dongyang Palace Yiyue Palace.

The flickering candle flame blurred the figure in the hibiscus tent.

The curtain dances lightly, rising and falling.

The spring light in the Yiyue Hall is very charming and enchanting.

The scorching breath of the "king" woman was mixed with broken breath, her eyes were like silk, and she was extremely charming.

In the delicate place, the man's slender fingertips brushed over, making the woman already lose her smooth heart rhythm, and even more making the woman gasp.

"Jing'er" lips opened lightly, with a little drunkenness, and a low and extremely gentle call overflowed from the man's mouth.

When the woman under her heard this, her whole body stiffened, and the pair of charming eyes stared at the man kissing softly on her body, the softness was bright and dazzling like a rose because it was licked by the tip of his tongue, but he hugged her, thinking in his heart that it was not himself, and the sadness in his heart was like a clear pool that was broken by a stone, the water splashed, and the halo of water was blurred wave after wave, making her heart difficult to calm.

"Well, what's wrong," the man suddenly noticed that the woman under him didn't move, and asked in a low panting voice.

"Why does the king treat Yi'er like this" The woman stared at the man, and her beautiful eyes swirled a little dizzy.

Lan Lingxuan raised his eyes, the drunkenness in his eyes dissipated a little, and he stared at the woman who was completely discarded, and there was a hint of darkness in his eyes.

"The king" woman called out in a coquettish voice.

Lan Lingxuan turned a deaf ear, moved away from the woman's body, got up, stepped off the bed, picked up the clothes on the ground, and walked straight to the door after getting dressed, no matter how the woman behind him called, Lan Lingxuan didn't look back once.

The woman hammered the softness under her body with resentment, and watched helplessly as Lan Lingxuan walked out of the dormitory.

As soon as he stepped out of the Yiyue Palace, there was a black figure behind him, as if he had been waiting outside the door for a long time, only to hear someone call "master", and just when he was about to say something, he was stopped by Lan Lingxuan.

The person who came bowed his head and understood, and the two of them walked towards Meng Jingxuan.

The night is dyed like ink, and the moonlight is cold.

The room in Mengjing Xuan was full of faint fragrance of flowers, and in front of the table, the man's face was cold, and there was still a bit of confusion in his beautiful eyes.

With his hands on his forehead, the confusion in his eyes dissipated little by little, and the delicate appearance of the woman in his mind became clearer and clearer.

Meng Jing Xuan, Meng Jing's name was changed to Meng Jing in his heart to miss her, crazy to read her, every night he can sleep with different concubines, but it is a different dream, he hugged other women, but his mind was full of her figure, I didn't expect that as chic as him, he would put his heart unreservedly on a woman, a woman who has long belonged to others.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he thought to himself, thinking that he was so ridiculous

"Lei, what's the matter" Half a sound, Lan Lingxuan asked Yin Lei who came to him late at night.

"The king of the south sent someone to send a book" After saying his meaning concisely, he presented the book in his hand.

"Oh" her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, Lan Lingxuan stared at the book in Yin Lei's hand, and uttered a simple syllable, but he didn't take the book: "I don't know what this Nanwang is planning" A voice of doubt overflowed from his mouth.

"The master will know when he opens it, isn't it," Yin Lei reminded on the side.

"Heh" A chuckle was raised, and on the man's handsome face, a very good-looking arc was drawn on his lips: "King Nan must not have done anything good either."

"Maybe that's the case, but the king really doesn't read it" Yin Lei looked at the book in his hand with some puzzlement, and then looked at Lan Lingxuan who looked tired.

"That fox came to him when he treated this king, this king has not forgotten it to this day" Lan Lingxuan half-closed his eyes and said slowly in a low voice.

"That," Yin Lei hesitated.

"That old fox made Feng Yihan take a step back, it really can't be underestimated" The words were full of contempt: "Shujian stayed, and replied for this king that it was that this king had no intention of cooperating with the king of the south" The corner of his mouth raised a charming smile, and said faintly: "I have no intention of cooperating"

Yin Lei bowed his head and lowered his head to look at the book, I don't know why he didn't even read the content of the book, so he refused.

"This person's ambition is unpredictable, and cooperating with him, I'm afraid that it is seeking skin with the tiger" The faint and slow voice lingered in the room, and the light fragrance that filled the room drifted into Yin Lei's whole body.

Now the situation of Xiling, Dongyang, and the three countries of the south is not to the point of complication, Xiling is contained by the king of the south, Feng Yihan will never give up, now, Dongyang is not suitable for meddler, the snipe and the clam are competing with each other, and it is better to reap the benefits of the fisherman.

Yin Lei looked at Lan Lingxuan's confused expression, although he was full of doubts, he also asked, because he understood that Lan Lingxuan had his own plans, he didn't understand the political situation, he only knew how to listen to him, and handle everything he handed over to him for him.