Volume 1: Regent's Turbulence 020 Is this sorrow and resentment thinking of Grandfather?

  Feng Gonggong lightly waved his sleeve, took a glance at the night demon Xing sealed in ice in the hot spring pool, and let out a cold snort. He followed Feng Ao Tian to Mu Hanjin's Qinghui Pavilion.

  Qinghui Pavilion is a courtyard specially built by Feng Ao Tian for Mu Hanjin. The outer wall of the courtyard is surrounded by powder walls, green willows hanging down, and the inner courtyard has a winding road, with rocks scattered about. In the east wing, there are one hundred stalks of emerald bamboo; on the west wall, two green pines stand tall. Under the south eaves, over ten pots of autumn chrysanthemums wait to bloom. Alongside the back wall of the courtyard, a small opening suddenly appears, and clear spring water flows in, filling the interior walls, circling around the steps and houses until it reaches the front courtyard, swirling under the bamboo before flowing out. The entire courtyard exudes elegance and refinement.

  At this time, Lan Jing and Mu Hanjin were like two birds in a gilded cage, one playing the flute and the other painting. Now, they could only use poetry to pass the time, comforting their withered hearts, dispelling the suffocating struggle and pain, barely feeling that they still had a hint of attachment and value in this world.

  When Feng Ao Tian arrived, he stopped the eunuchs guarding the courtyard from going to report and instead followed the faint and clear Xiao sound all the way east.

  Emerald bamboo sways in the wind, Mù Hánjǐn's entire body is clad in snow-white silk, with a white satin sash tied around her waist, from which hangs a piece of sheep-fat white jade. Outside, she wears a soft, light gauze cloak made of smoke-colored silk, and her black hair is bound by a white satin ribbon. Her eyebrows are long and slender, her eyes are warm and gentle, and the bridge of her nose is straight and elegant, like jade. Her fingers, also like jade, grasp a white jade flute. As the clear wind blows, the sound of the flute is low and mournful, with an unresolvable sorrow that is as subtle and refined as his own temperament, untainted by any impurities.

  Under the green pine, Lan Xuan wore a light blue brocade robe, with a warm and elegant temperament, holding a brush to depict the scene in front of him, every move as quiet as the green pine behind him.

  Feng Ao Tian stepped forward, calmly and quietly making his way to the side of Lan Jing's body, admiring his painting, which was a picture of autumn chrysanthemums, with exquisite workmanship.

  The sound of the flute stopped, and he had just put down his brush. A warm smile played on his lips as he admired his own painting. He was about to look up at Mu Hanjin under the bamboo shadow in the east when he turned around, only to see Feng Ao Tian intently admiring the painting in his hand.

  He paused, his previously calm demeanor gone, and hastily knelt on the ground. Before his knees even touched the floor, Feng Ao Tian lightly pulled him up by the arm. He raised his eyes to meet hers, which seemed to be smiling yet cold at the same time. His thoughts sank, realizing that neither kneeling nor standing was suitable, so he could only bow humbly and say, "Your humble servant greets Your Highness."

  "Get up." Feng Ao Tian loosened his arms and then fell back on the autumn chrysanthemum picture in front of him.

  "Thank you, Your Highness." Lan Yun Shu was visibly uneasy, thinking that the Regent King had never come to their courtyard during the day before. Every time he favored them, it was always at night when she was sent to his bedroom. Now that he had just returned to the mansion, why did he come to Qinghui Pavilion? It really made him puzzled.

  Mu Hanjin put away the jade flute, took a step forward, and only then saw Feng Ao Tian standing with his hands behind his back under the green pine tree. His elegant face flashed a hint of disgust and hatred, recovering to its usual calmness. He slowly stepped forward, "Your humble servant greets Your Highness."

  Feng Ao Tian raised his eyes, looking at Mu Han Jin. Just now, the sound of his flute was too sorrowful, as if telling endless sorrows and faintly revealing a hint of sadness.

  He is indeed handsome and unparalleled, especially with that thin temperament, calm and unhurried, yet with a few stubbornness and proud personality, he really has the capital to make Feng Ao Tian worry about him.

  "Come here." Feng Ao Tian's voice was cool and calm, such a refined person, of course, needs to be properly trained. However, someone as proud and aloof as him, yet so disdainful of fame and wealth, being imprisoned in the Regent's palace, suffering all sorts of humiliation... it's likely that the former Feng Ao Tian has become a thorn in his heart, one that can never be pulled out.

  However, she didn't want to pull out this thorn, not only couldn't pull it out, but also wanted to make the thorn deeper, making this thorn a loyal dagger to her heart, inserted in his heart. However, looking at his appearance, there was a few similarities with Mu Han Yao between his eyebrows and eyes, both were the kind of people who would rather die than yield. Unfortunately, it was because of this that he was controlled by her.

  Mo Hanjin had a conditioned reflex of revulsion towards Feng Ao Tian's touch. He remembered that every time he was tormented by her, he would grit his teeth and silently endure it. However, the more he did so, the more it seemed to stir up her evil and cruel nature. Every time, he would be tormented until he couldn't get out of bed, lying there for five whole days before recovering some of his strength.

  He unwillingly, with a pale face, hid his inner disgust and stepped forward one step at a time until he reached Feng Ao Tian's presence. However, he was suddenly caught off guard as she pulled him into her arms. Her eyebrows and eyes showed a hint of tenderness, which was an unfamiliar soft light to him. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and in a low voice, she said, "Master came upon hearing your flute sound, but this flute sound is filled with deep sorrow and resentment. Are you thinking of Master?"

  Mu Hanjin was taken aback, and the first thought that came to her mind was, what's wrong with this regent king again? In the past, she wouldn't have teased him like this, nor would she have said such frivolous words. Which time wasn't it harsh to the extreme, coarse and vulgar?

  Feng Ao Tian naturally knew the rough and unrefined behavior of her previous life. In her eyes, except for the late emperor who had passed away, all other men were playthings to her. Only when she had trampled them into a miserable state would she feel a hint of pleasure and excitement.

  Feng Ao Tian cannot erase the perverted behavior of her past life, but she can add some color to this perverted behavior, for example, the Mu Han Jin in front of her, can't be too violent towards him.

  Her hand grasped Mu Hanjin's waist, compared to Ye Yanxi's soft and boneless waist, his waist was relatively weak, but the touch still felt great. The icy fingers through the brocade fabric drew out a tingling sensation, her red lips were already pressed against his earlobe, spraying a pink mist on his white earlobe, very tempting. "Why don't you respond to Master's words?"

  Digression

  Mua mua da! Dear friends, I've caught a cold, had a headache all day, and it's late now. There will be two more updates at 12 o'clock, hehe...

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