Chapter Seventy-Three: He Regretted It

At this time, the Xuanyu bead rotated, emitting a dark streamer, and fell in front of Feng Yu. Soon, streams of black gas were inhaled into the Xuanyu Bead. Feng Yu's face gradually returned to normal. After a while, the Xuanyu bead slowly rose, the streamer disappeared, and everything was as before.

Han Ming put away the Xuanyu bead and saw that Feng Yu was no longer in trouble, so he unlocked Ye Yi's fixation technique.

"His Holiness is like this, and the Lord will be wrathed. ”

"I said it, he knows everything, don't you understand?!"

"The Lord ......"

"When did you see him interfering in the affairs of this seat?!He knows better than you what this seat is doing!" Han Ming looked impatient and changed the topic, "How did you poison this morning?" This seat didn't notice that you were nearby, and that Mei'er didn't seem to know. ”

Ye Yi's eyes flashed: "Subordinate, gave the poison to another dancing girl." ”

"Who?"

"The murderer who knocked that girl unconscious last night. ”

"Didn't that Mei'er do it?"

"No, it's someone else. ”

"Who is it?"

The subordinate promised her that as long as she was poisoned, the subordinate would not tell her about it. ”

"Hmph, you're keeping your word. Han Ming sneered, "If you don't say it, can't you find it out in this seat?"

Ye Yi pursed her lips and was silent.

"You are not needed here, you go back and call Ye Nan over. ”

When Ye Yi heard this, he hurriedly knelt down: "Venerable, your subordinates will not make any more claims in the future, and please ask Your Holiness to let your subordinates stay." ”

"No, I don't want to see you now, let's go!"

"Yes. Ye Yi's eyes dimmed slightly, and he got up and prepared to leave.

"Wait, what did you just say, what do you have to report?"

"King An. ”

......

"Tick tock", outside, it seems that the rain has just stopped, and there is the sound of water droplets dripping from time to time.

Feng Yu moved his eyes and slowly woke up. In the line of sight, a familiar figure sat on the edge of the bed, with a handsome and soft face with a faint smile.

"Wake up, do you feel better?"

Master, Feng Yu was slightly stunned, those eyebrows, eyes and facial features, who is not the master?

"Come, drink some soup first. ”

The other party picked up Feng Yu, scooped a spoonful of soup and brought it to his mouth.

Feng Yu looked at each other, his eyes gradually moistened.

"What's wrong, don't want to drink?"

Feng Yu shook his head and drank it one by one, and the hot tears slipped down.

"Why are you crying again?" the other party reached out to wipe away the tears on Feng Yu's face, "This soup is not delicious?"

Feng Yu shook his head and couldn't help but throw himself into the other party's arms: Master, I miss you so much.

Han Ming rolled his eyes slightly and looked down at the young man in front of him. I saw that his face was still a little pale, his two beautiful eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and there were still some tears on his slender eyelashes, and the whole person was lying in his arms, holding him tightly with both hands, as if he was afraid that he would run away. The aggrieved and pitiful appearance made Han Ming's heart move slightly, and he subconsciously hugged Feng Yu's waist.

Inside, it fell silent. Feng Yu listened to the powerful heartbeat of the other party, and for a moment, as if the day he returned to the Holy Spirit Mountain, he transformed into a half-human, half-demon and a beautiful master and hid in the enchantment. At that time, he was also so weak to lean on the master's arms, feeling the warmth brought by the master.

At this time, a hand reached out and gently stroked Feng Yu's face. Feng Yu raised his head, and felt that his eyes were dark, and his warm lips came up.

Feng Yu's heart jumped suddenly, and Master ......

Han Ming stepped forward and kissed Feng Yu's forehead, nose tip, cheeks, and neck little by little, bringing a tingling sensation that caused Feng Yu to tremble.

"My lord, the emperor and the princess are here. ”

A sudden report interrupted the ambiguity in the room.

Feng Yu gradually came back to his senses, pushed Han Ming away suddenly, and looked at it, how did the gentle and gentle master before become this stinky man?

"Why are you?!" This huge gap made Feng Yu unacceptable.

Han Ming was already unhappy to be interrupted, but seeing Feng Yu's reaction like this, his face suddenly turned extremely pale: "Who do you think it is?"

"I ......" Feng Yu's expression darkened, who else besides the master?

Seeing that Feng Yu didn't speak, Han Ming directly pinched Feng Yu's chin and said coldly: "Say, who do you think Master Ben has?"

"Nobody, I wasn't clear just now!"

"Your Excellency?" the attendant shouted tentatively.

"What are you shouting? Lord Ben is not deaf!"

Han Ming yelled outside the door, and the entourage was silenced in fright.

Then, I heard the voice of Emperor Nangong Yan: "What is the national teacher busy with, and he doesn't even have time to come out when I come?"

"It must be with that lowly dancing girl! Brother Huang, call him out. ”

Han Ming looked impatient and let go of his hand: "Wait for Lord Ben!"

Feng Yu sat paralyzed on the bed, looking lonely. Thinking back to the moment of warmth just now, it turned out that it was just an empty scene. It turned out that in my heart, I couldn't let go of my master.

After so many days, I deliberately didn't think about it, but my thoughts about Master continued unabated. That figure has always been in his heart. Although the master treated him like this, now that his anger has disappeared, it seems that he has become less mindful.

What should I do, I really want to go back to Que Xian Mountain, I really want to stay by Master's side. However, if you want to go back, the root of love will be ......

Feng Yu stroked his chest and smiled bitterly: I still can't see this situation? What if I have a love root, I suffer from longing every day, how good is this kind of life?

Thinking about it carefully, what Master said is indeed right, when he was in the Holy Spirit Mountain, although he was uprooted in love and forgot his feelings for Master, he lived a very happy and carefree life, where is there so much pain now?

Compared to the root of love, the most important thing is that the master is by his side, isn't it? What's more, there may be a way to get the best of both worlds.

Alas, shouldn't he have left in anger in the first place? Feng Yu's eyes darkened, and he seemed to regret it.

"Master Guoshi, you are so powerful, and you deliberately brought her back, I don't believe that she is dead! Is it in this house? ”

"Princess, I don't have to lie to you. The dancing girl was poisonous, and I couldn't get rid of it, so I died not long after I brought it back. What's more, this is my bedroom, and it is inconvenient to go in. ”

"She's really dead? Then why don't you see the people from the National Teacher's Mansion sending her body back to Lord Chen's Mansion? And this room, go in and see what inconvenience it can be? The National Teacher doesn't let this princess in, this princess wants to enter!"

Outside, the voices of the two of them suddenly came, and it seemed that Nangong Qin wanted to enter the house to check.

Feng Yu was about to hide, but unexpectedly, the door was pushed open, and Nangong Qin came quickly.

Feng Yu hurriedly lifted the quilt to cover his white hair and sharp ears.

"Still said that he was dead, wasn't he there?" Nangong Qin was so angry that he stomped his feet and stepped forward to pull the quilt on Feng Yu's body, "You, come down for me!"

"Princess!" Han Ming suppressed his anger and blocked the side of the bed, his eyes revealing a coldness.

Seeing this, Nangong Qin's body trembled slightly, and he was afraid for no reason.

"I also want to see what is so special about this dancing girl that can be maintained by a national teacher who is not close to women. Nangong Yan smiled lightly, easing the somewhat frozen atmosphere.

"Your Majesty, the minister said that he is not the dancing queen. ”

"Oh, who is that? Can you make the national teacher so nervous, could it be the national teacher's sweetheart?"