Volume 1: Regent's Turbulence 022 A Heart of Disgust

  His already tense body became exceptionally stiff at this moment, even his breathing couldn't be smooth, his mind was filled with the regent's biting and tearing of his skin, leaving countless purple marks, accompanied by a bloody smell. His clear eyes flashed with a hint of calmness, bite, bite, the physical pain would never compare to the desolation of his heart being as cold as ash.

  But he waited for a while, and didn't feel any pain, instead, her teeth gently rubbed against his earlobe, and the tip of her tongue swept across the sensitive part of his ear, making his heart flutter, and he slightly tilted his head back. Her fingers also slid across his chest, lightly pinching that one spot, almost making him lose control. This kind of tenderness was even more unbearable than the pain from the whip.

  Lan Yun completely ignored the ambiguous atmosphere beside him, still staring blankly at the inscription on the Qiu Ju painting, shocked and amazed, as if a dragon was swimming in the sky, with bold and unrestrained brushstrokes, with an air of ease and mastery. Even for someone like him who loved calligraphy and painting so much, to achieve such skill would probably require another ten or twenty years of practice.

  The strokes flowed and turned, revealing a vast and majestic atmosphere. At first glance, the characters seemed to exude an air of grandeur between the lines. "Fragrant chrysanthemums bloom in the forest, green pines crown the rocks. Cherishing this elegant beauty, standing out as a hero under the frost." This inscription left him even more astonished, for he could see the elegance and emotion hidden between the lines of the poem, as well as the poet's grand vision, which was exactly the mood he had when creating this painting.

  Humanity is hard to come by, he suddenly raised his eyes, but saw the scene in front of him that moved people's heartstrings. Lan Jingxian hurriedly lowered her head, and a thought similar to displeasure flashed through her mind. She was surprised at herself for thinking this way. She was the regent who everyone wanted to kill, who would have liked to tear her into pieces. With her cruel and ruthless, moody personality, she had no patience for this kind of literary person. She suppressed the thoughts in her heart and stopped speaking.

  Feng Ao Tian naturally looked at the expression of Lan Jing's book from head to toe, glanced sideways, and saw Mu Han Jin trying his best to endure. Suddenly, he thought of Mu Han Yao, who was also enduring her teasing back then. However, Mu Han Yao had the guts to dodge her intimacy, but Mu Han Jin's thoughts were not as easy to guess as Mu Han Yao's. The real Mu Han Jin was hidden very deeply by him, and she was always good at reading people.

  Phoenix proudly looked at Mu Hanjin's inscription, and even under her previous deliberate provocation, he was still able to calm his mind, with each stroke being very steady. The font seemed like a clear and elegant flowing water, but hid that sharp edge extremely well. She hooked up an evil smile at the corner of her mouth and whispered in his ear, "Autumn surrounds the house like Tao's family, gradually slanting around the fence. Not because I love chrysanthemum among flowers, but this flower blooms to its end with no other flowers."

  Mo Hanjin took a deep breath, exerting great self-control, slightly tilting his head, his slender neck like a proud swan, allowing Feng Ao Tian to ignite a faint flame on him. A gentle breeze and a warm voice entered his ears, which was the poem he had written. His calm eyes flickered, and he spoke in a tranquil tone, "Your Highness, I am incompetent and lacking in learning, please forgive me."

  Feng Ao Tian listened and burst out laughing, "Compared to my calligraphy, where does Han Jin think yours is lacking?"

  Mo Han's eyes dimmed slightly, and she suddenly remembered that she had also written a poem. She turned her gaze slightly to look at the poem on the side, and the handwriting was unbelievably identical to the one of Lan Jun who was just looking up, making it hard for her to believe that this was actually written by the Regent King.

  Feng Ao Tian sank his voice and said, "Hm?"

  Mu Hanjin suppressed the shock in his heart and calmly said, "Your humble servant will follow whatever disposition Your Highness deems fit."

  Compared to her poem, his was just a temporary impulse, a venting of emotions, whereas Feng Ao Tian's was a depiction of him and Lan Xuan Shu playing the flute while painting, as well as their inner thoughts. He had always been arrogant and looked down on others, although he had disdain for Feng Ao Tian's tyrannical ways, but now, because of this poem, he couldn't help but have a slightly improved opinion of her.

  "Jing Shu, have this painting mounted and kept well." Feng Ao Tian glanced at Lan Jing Shu with a hint of a smile, tapped his toes lightly, and wrapped his arm around Mu Han Jin as he flew away.

  Mr. Feng saw this and hurriedly chased after him from the courtyard.

  Lan Yun Shu gazed at Feng Ao Tian's departing figure, a hint of darkness flashing across his eyes. He lowered his head and re-examined the painting in front of him as well as the inscription. He couldn't help but laugh dryly - he must have been foolish indeed. This Regent King was just acting on a whim, and even if she had great talent, what did it matter?

  Feng Ao Tian accompanied Mu Han Jin to her bedroom.

  Mochan Jin's waist was no longer visible, with a white jade belt around her waist. Her outer robe hung half-way down her shoulder, and her long shirt was also half-open, revealing skin as delicate as jade and a subtle pink glow. Her elegant demeanor was like dust, yet she exuded an air of mystery that made one want to explore further.

  His fists were clenched and hidden in his sleeves, his slender body standing with his back to Feng Ao Tian. This bedroom made him feel suffocated as soon as he entered. His moist lips were pursed, pale, and the high platform beside him held a whip, candles, iron chains, ropes, and many other cruel tools that made him feel disgusted. Along with it, he also rejected the bit of talent Feng Ao Tian had shown earlier.

  A two-year nightmare and unbearable burden, like a branding iron on his body and mind, cannot be erased for the rest of his life. Even if he wants to escape or resist, thinking about what he has carried, is also powerless to resist.

  Feng Ao Tian felt Mu Han Jin's inner sorrow, she turned her gaze, looking at those tools, these things had all been used on him before, she knew his pain and self-loathing, but now, all she could do was let him re-accept himself, if he still remained obstinate, she wouldn't force it, those who could help her would be lucky to have her, those who couldn't would only be destroyed.

  "What are you still standing there for?" Feng Ao Tian's tone was still as cold as ever, exuding an unquestionable intimidation and sternness.

  Mo Hanjin's warm and gentle gaze flashed with a hint of dullness, strongly suppressing the nausea in his heart, he raised his hand, took off his outer robe, and pulled down all the coverings on his body.

  Feng Ao Tian felt a bit helpless and speechless at his actions. In this palace, except for her, all the men she favored had to be naked when they entered. Mu Han Jin naturally thought that she wanted to favor him now, so he started taking off his clothes.

  She stepped forward, her cloud-like sleeve fluttering as she picked up the outer robe that had fallen to the ground and put it back on him. As Mu Hanjin was still in a daze, his palm already touched a chill that was several degrees colder than his own icy cold hand.

  Feng Ao Tian held his hand, and the two walked into the study on the right side of the bedroom. It was probably a long time since he had entered, although the slaves cleaned the study every day, it still gave off a musty smell.

  Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Ao Tian with an uncomprehending gaze. She had never held his hand before, nor did she allow men in clothes to enter her bedroom. Moreover, this study seemed to be a place where few people entered. What was she doing here? Was she going to do something to him?

  Thinking of this, looking at the rows and rows of bookshelves in front of him, his feet felt cold, as he walked to the desk, Feng Ao Tian's footsteps stopped, and from a distance, he heard Gong Gong Feng panting and hurrying towards the palace.

  She said in a cold voice, "Pass on the king's order: tomorrow morning at dawn, no one is allowed to be absent."

  "Yes." Lord Feng had barely caught his breath when he heard Feng Ao Tian's order, and hastily responded, immediately dispatching someone to carry it out.

  Feng Ao Tian turned his gaze, looking at Mu Han Jin, seeing him dazed in the distance, and let out a low laugh. His laughter didn't contain a hint of warmth, "What's wrong? You were just thinking of getting into my bed earlier, now you're standing here motionless? Are you going to take it off yourself or should I do it for you?"

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