Volume 1: The Storm of Regency 021 Father also has a poem

  Mu Hanjin had never been treated with such gentleness by Feng Ao Tian before, and she was still the one who had been brutally handled by him.

  Perhaps, due to her previous training, every time he came into contact with her body, he would always feel a sense of resistance, yet still have some subtle feelings. Now, being teased by her like this, the voice in his ear that carried a hint of seduction made his face flush red, and the places where she touched him transmitted a faint numbness, stirring his heartstrings.

  "Your humble servant... your humble servant..." Mu Hanjin's usually calm and composed heart was being lightly teased by her, easily disturbing his emotions. He couldn't help but feel a bit displeased - had he become accustomed to her abuse over the past two years?

  Lan Yun Shu was also staring at Feng Ao Tian with a look of astonishment, but she didn't dare to look him straight in the eye, and could only glance at him intentionally or unintentionally. In his perception, Feng Ao Tian was absolutely the most cruel and ruthless person in this world. Her such abnormal behavior really made him feel uneasy.

  Feng Ao's slender fingers, as white as jade, slid over his sensitive areas, and his voice became even more enchanting. He then raised his eyes and fixed his gaze on Lan Jun Shu, "Can you think of a title for this 'Autumn Chrysanthemum' painting?"

  "I had not thought of that." He did not expect the Regent to ask him such a question. In the past, regarding these poems and songs, she had always been disdainful of them, so why was she asking like this now?

  "Then let Hanjin write one. If it's well-written, I'll pamper you tonight. But if it's not good, you'll have to be punished." Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow, his playful words tinged with a cold, unyielding severity.

  Mo Han's slender eyebrows and eyes flashed with a hint of puzzlement, the restless hand on his back made him want to break free from her restraints, but he could only endure, biting his teeth tightly, calming his emotions, and restoring the serenity of his previously turbulent eyes. "Your humble servant obeys."

  He finished speaking and took a step back from Feng Ao Tian's arms, but was tightly wrapped by Feng Ao Tian, "Write down the inscription, let me take a look."

  His heart sank, and now he was being held in Feng Ao Tian's arms. He slightly turned his body, and Feng Ao Tian's broad chest pressed against his cool back. The hand that had been holding him captive didn't stop for a moment, still roaming over his body. Compared to earlier, she was even more unbridled now, pulling open the white jade belt around her waist. Her icy hand had already reached in, and the thin chill touched his frozen skin, making his body tense up, not daring to move.

  Feng Ao Tian's expression became even more arrogant, and with a light flick of his wrist, he picked up the red pen that was placed on the table and held it in his hand. He raised an eyebrow and said, "I also have a poem, you and I will each write one, how about it?"

  Mo Hanjin was taken aback, not knowing that the Regent King would also write an inscription. He couldn't help but look at her with suspicion, his eyes meeting hers, which were narrowed slightly, and the cold glint in them made him feel a chill run down his spine. He quickly turned back, picked up the brush, and bowed slightly, as if to show that Feng Ao Tian was also being respectful. Meanwhile, he completely ignored Lan Jun's presence beside him, treating her like air, one hand gently stroking the smooth skin of the woman in front of him, while the other hand moved forward to write an inscription on the autumn chrysanthemum painting. Mo Hanjin, on the other hand, was trying to remain calm and composed in her arms, enduring her restless and capricious movements, as well as focusing his attention on writing an inscription at the other end of the painting.

  Lan Yun stood by, watching the scene in front of him, unsure what to think, treating himself as if he didn't exist, like a statue standing still. However, when his gaze fell upon Feng Ao Tian's inscription on the painting, and those ethereal, flowing characters, he almost cried out in surprise, staring at the characters in utter astonishment, unable to come back to himself for a long time.

  After Feng Ao finished writing the title, Mu Hanjin also finished, and suddenly let out a breath of relief. She put down the red pen in her hand, but suddenly felt a tightness in her chest, almost fainting... she was actually lightly biting her own earlobe...

  Digression

  Hehe...... dear friends, here is the second update, hahaha......