How dare you try to calculate me / Lemon smile

  All officials were shocked, and a eunuch on the side hastily stepped forward, "Your Majesty..."

  Ye Ziran sat upright on the dragon throne, looking at the civil and military officials in the hall. Before he could say a word, he closed his eyes and died.

  The eunuchs were so frightened that they knelt on the ground and ordered people to go and invite the imperial physician, finally shouting "The emperor has passed away!"

  The Emperor of Wu Yue Kingdom had just ascended to the throne, but before half a day was over, the new emperor passed away. This is the earliest death of an emperor after ascending to the throne in recorded history.

  Ye Mei Xi also received the news at the first time, he paused for a moment, knelt on the ground, and knocked three loud heads towards the sky. Ye Zi Ran was dead, which meant that his father and mother were now truly together. This life had no chance to meet again, only waiting for the next life.

  Early summer and Xiang Han stood on one side, gazing at the tears in Ye Mei's eyes. The handsome face was tinged with sadness. He slowly got up, turned around solemnly, "Return to the palace."

  "Yes." Xiang Han and Chu Xia rushed forward, and Wei Ye Hui rechanged into a dark red brocade robe.

  Her eyes sparkled with a hint of smile, and her lips curved into a gentle smile, making her even more radiant and captivating. He stepped out of the Ink Pavilion, leaving behind all that had passed, including his memories of Consort Chen and Xi Yue. Now, there was only one person he cared about - Feng Ao Tian. For her, he could do anything; this throne, this country of Wu Yue, would be his gift to her.

  That night, after Mei Hui reappeared in the imperial palace, the officials had not yet emerged from their grief over the new emperor, and they welcomed a new emperor. For them, the country could not be without a ruler for a day, and with an emperor, they had a pillar to rely on. Although, as for this fifth prince, they did not have high hopes for him, but first, there was no other choice.

  On that day, the Wu Yue Kingdom held an enthronement ceremony at noon, and in the afternoon, it was announced to the world that the new emperor had passed away, and the next new emperor would be succeeded by the fifth prince Ye Miao Hui.

  Ye Mei Xi did not make a big show like Ye Zi Ran, but instead gazed calmly at the officials in front of her. She then took out the evidence she had prepared and listed one by one the crimes of how Ye Zi Ran plotted against the previous emperor, how he used schemes to kill Princess Xi Yue, and also revealed the detailed process of how the second and third princes died at the hands of the new emperor. In an instant, the new emperor's reputation was ruined before his body had even gone cold, and he became a sinner infamous for eternity.

  Ye Ziran, who had been in the position of crown prince for a full ten years, had exhausted all his plans and strategies, but ultimately suffered a crushing defeat in the final battle, losing not only his life but also leaving behind a notorious reputation.

  He was also the first emperor to be stripped of his title, and after his death, his body was flogged with ten major crimes by Ye Zhiyi, and then the already unrecognizable body was hastily collected and not buried in the imperial mausoleum, but was found in a desolate place and hastily buried. There wasn't even a tombstone.

  Ye Mei thought of his mother, thought of his sister Xi Yue, and all the hardships he had endured over the years. That Ye Zi was able to end up like this was already his greatest mercy.

  This also made the officials re-examine the fifth prince, and in the deep palace, who wasn't wearing a mask to get through the days, while Ye Yan was undoubtedly the one hiding the deepest.

  The next day, Ye Wei Xing held the coronation ceremony. As for Ye Zi Ran, he had already been confined to a remote place in Wu Yue Country, with no one mentioning him. As soon as Ye Wei Xing ascended to the throne, he implemented a series of policies and rectified the imperial court's administration. In recent years, the late emperor had not asked about state affairs, indulging in wine and women every day, while the crown prince was always plotting, although he controlled the government, but had no achievements.

  After these policies were issued, the officials had a new understanding of Ye Yanxi. They had been struggling in the officialdom for decades and were also familiar with the infighting in the harem. Their understanding of Ye Yanxi was nothing more than rumors from the harem. Normally, he was very low-key and had little contact with them. However, now that he sat upright with a stern expression, his eyes exuding an aura of intimidation, making them tremble with fear. His methods were ruthless and decisive, making their hearts feel cold. They only then realized that the Ye Yanxi they had previously known was actually too insignificant. Now, seeing him become the emperor, the means he used to govern were also unexpected, leaving them unprepared psychologically.

  At the same time, Ye Wei also appointed a woman as Chancellor, who was Ling Xue. If it were in the past, all officials would have opposed it, but after experiencing the Feng Guo women entering the imperial court to take office, now they can only turn a blind eye.

  Ling Xue stood calmly at the forefront, unexpectedly finding herself being heavily relied upon by Ye Yan. Yet, it seemed that he had a plan in doing so, perhaps he was giving her information, and starting to trust her?

  These days, she has been waiting for his appearance. When she learned about his past, her heart ached with even more tenderness towards him.

  After finishing his early morning shift, Ye Hua walked out of the Imperial Palace, where Ling Xue stood waiting for him.

  He walked slowly towards her, looking at her, "In a few days, I will go out, and the court affairs will be handled by you first."

  "Is Your Majesty going to Feng Guo?" Ling Xue asked in a low voice.

  "This has nothing to do with you." Ye Yan spoke in a light tone, "If you want to stay by my side, then you must recognize your own identity."

  "Yes, I understand." Ling Xue had already made her preparations and was mentally prepared.

  At night, Emperor Heng turned around and said that he had already known about the matter of the emperor's succession. These days, he would wait for him to settle everything before going to her side.

  Bian Guan, the cat hid in the corner, watching Feng Ao Tian flirt with two men, filled with affection and sweetness, making him feel even more resentful, wishing he could rush up immediately and take her into his arms, letting them not dare to touch her again.

  He clenched his handkerchief and gazed at Feng Ao Tian's figure with a melancholy expression, unable to help but sigh.

  Not to mention Ye Mei's ascension to the throne, on that day, after Xue Ke and Chu Ling Tian got married, in the deep of night, in their bridal chamber, she looked at Chu Ling Tian who was tied up with ropes on the wedding bed, tilted her head and said "Tonight's bridal chamber, I'm in charge."

  Chu Lingtian was not covered with a handkerchief, he could speak, looking at the woman in front of him, wearing a bright red wedding dress, with a phoenix crown on her head, but she couldn't hide the heroic spirit emanating from her body. Although it was a face that still had a hint of childishness, yet it seemed to hold an inexplicable mystery that he couldn't quite see through.

  He said in a low voice, "Do you know that once we get married, we will have the reality of being husband and wife. As the saying goes, 'if you marry a chicken, follow the chicken; if you marry a dog, follow the dog.' You'll be stuck with me for this lifetime."

  Xue Ke rolled her eyes, "Yes, but it's a case of the wife singing and the husband following."

  "Joke, I am the general of Xuanmo country, if you are with me in a circular room, then you will be my person. If I return to Xuanmo country, you must follow me back." Chu Ling Tian's eyes were low and gazed at her.

  Xue Ke raised her hand, untied the ropes binding his limbs, slowly got up, and crossed her arms over her chest. "The person who saved you is now preparing, so you should leave."

  Chu Lingtian wore a red wedding dress, looking somewhat puzzled. Was it that she was going to let herself go like this? Shouldn't he be ecstatic instead? Then, after beating the woman severely, would he redo everything she had done to him on her again?

  He thought so and got up, walked to her side, "Are you really going to let me go?"

  "Right," Xue Ke said faintly. "I've never forced anyone to do anything against their will, and I don't want our wedding day to be filled with too much bloodshed."

  Chu Ling Tian listened to her words, what did she think of herself? Was she really a thing? To be taken out and played with when wanted, and discarded like a worn-out shoe when not wanted?

  He stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms, lowered his head, kissed her lips, tore at her clothes, "The bridal chamber has not yet been entered, how can I leave."

  Xue Ke looked at him with such an expression, seeming to understand, and then raised her hands to encircle his neck, "Good."

  Chu Ling Tian lowered his head, gazing at her face, and his thoughts were momentarily stunned. He felt a sense of being calculated, and when he was stunned, Xue Ke had already reached out to take his auspicious robe.

  Chu Ling Tian carried her horizontally and turned around, then walked to the joyful bed, placing her flat on the bed, saying in a low voice, "This is what you asked for."

  Xue Ke smiled shallowly and said, "You were kidnapped by me."

  This night, the spring quilt was warm, all the way until dawn, Xue Ke leaned in his arms, playing with the green silk on his chest. Some things had already been destined, perhaps he and she were originally meant to be together, or maybe they were fated to have this one chance.

  Chu Lingtian slowly woke up, raised his eyes and gazed at her, "Follow me back to Xuanmo Country."

  Xue Ke looked at him and said, "I won't go with you."

  Chu Ling Tian's eyes dimmed for a moment, then he got up from the bed, wearing his inner clothes, looking at her, "I'm leaving."

  "I'll let you go." Xue Ke said calmly, wrapping her body in a brocade quilt.

  "This woman... is too heartless." Chu Ling Tian had never seen a woman like this before, she could just clean him up and then push him away without any attachment?

  Xue Ke smiled softly and said, "Let's go, or else there won't be another chance."

  Chu Ling Tian gazed deeply at her, put on his clothes, turned around and stepped out of the bedroom.

  Xue Ke smiled faintly, until his figure completely left, the smile at the corner of her mouth slowly converged, and she slowly got up, looking at the gorgeous red on the bed, after dressing properly, she stepped out of the bedroom.

  Her soul stood by, looking at her appearance, "Can't bear to part with it?"

  "What's there to be reluctant about." Xue Ke pouted and continued walking forward, leaving the imperial palace.

  Her soul stared at Xue Ke's back, sighing helplessly. It was indeed true that those who were in the midst of it were confused, while those who observed from the outside saw things clearly.

  He flew into hiding in a dark place. Now that Xuan Yuan Yi had not yet left the capital, he wanted to raise his vigilance to twelve million parts before his master returned.

  These two days, the border has been very quiet. Feng Ao Tian has been waiting for Dugu Xing Ye to make a move. Leng Qian Ye has been by her side all along, inseparable. For some reason, he is afraid that if he lets go of her hand, he will lose her forever.

  Feng Ao Tian saw his cautiousness, she couldn't help but be moved by his sensitivity, which always managed to express itself with such care, especially when it came to the people he cared about.

  Leng Qianye held her hand, letting her lean against his chest. He held a military book in one hand, with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. For him, smiling seemed to be an expression that had nothing to do with him. Like Mu Han Yao, he was also a cold and unfeeling person, so he rarely spoke or laughed.

  But now, as long as she is there, he will feel at ease in his heart and always involuntarily break into a smile.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him with his overbearing appearance, and because of his temperament, Mu Han Yao had been busy deploying for the past two days. Although he seemed to be doing things as usual, in reality, they were secretly making arrangements.

  Mo Han stepped into the tent, and saw Leng Qianye and Feng Ao Tian leaning against each other. His eyes flashed with a hint of gloom, his face darkening as he walked forward, then sat down beside Feng Ao Tian, reached out his hand, and pulled her from Leng Qianye's arms into his own.

  Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow, looking at him with this expression, thinking that originally, even ice blocks have times when they are eaten vinegar, couldn't help but feel amused, then lightly coughed a few times, looking at him, "What's wrong?"

  "Your Majesty, I am a bit tired." Murong Yan gazed at Feng Ao Tian's eyes and said in a low voice.

  "Tired, then go take a rest." Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow and said.

  "Your Majesty is accompanied by his ministers." Murong Yan said, stood up, and then took her hand and walked out of Leng Qianye's tent.

  Leng Qianye gazed at Mu Han Yao and Feng Ao Tian's departing figures, her apathetic eyes filled with a hint of sorrow. She then lowered her head, looking at the military book in her hand. As long as she could be by his side, why bother with too many other concerns?

  At this thought, Leng Qianye let out a cold laugh, when had he become so lacking in spirit?

  Feng Ao Tian was pulled into his tent by Mu Han, and before she could react, he pulled her into his arms, lowered his head, and domineeringly kissed her lips.

  Feng's eyes flashed with a hint of disdain, and his lips curled into a mocking smile, this kiss conveyed all his discontent.

  Mo Han bowed his head and looked straight at her, "Your Majesty, am I being too selfish?"

  Feng Ao Tian smiled and said, "I like it."

  Mo Han's lips curled up in a faint smile, his cold and stern face radiating a soft glow. He pulled her into his arms, and whispered, "Your Majesty, I really can't control myself."

  Feng Ao Tian raised his eyes, raised his hand, and dropped his jaw, smiling and saying, "I like it."

  Mo Han's gaze was fixed on her, his smile deepening as he continued, "I will try to restrain myself and make amends."

  "Good." Feng Ao Tian knew that each of them had their own pride in their hearts, and now she was their master. Whoever she wanted would inevitably fall into her hands. However, what she needed now was their true heart, because the road ahead was long and winding, full of crises, and she needed someone to accompany her on this journey.

  The cat let out a cold hum, and the master was indeed biased. These days, he hadn't even thought of him coming over.

  Feng Ao Tian naturally knew that the cat, Mr. Gao, was secretly watching her, and he might have been dead from jealousy long ago. However, she deliberately ignored him. At this moment, apart from him staring at her, there were two people who had also been staring at her all along.

  "Master, after Chu Ling Tian left the imperial palace, he was sent back to Xuanmo Kingdom by Xuan Yuan Yi." Suddenly, Gui's voice came.

  Feng Ao Tian said in a low voice, "Yes, it's probably time to go back and reflect on our mistakes."

  "Yeshi Fei has ascended to the throne and appointed Ling Xue as Chancellor." Bo was somewhat perplexed by Yeshi Fei's intention in doing so.

  "That woman is not simple." Feng Ao Tian's eyes sank, "Wait for him to come back, I will deal with him myself."

  Listening to Feng Ao Tian's words, it is clear that the master must be letting Ye Shi Fei have a good look.

  Mu Han stood by and listened to Bo's report, the capital was peaceful and nothing was wrong, but the more it was so, Feng Ao Tian knew that as long as Xuan Yuan Hou did not leave the capital, the capital would be in danger.

  In the barracks of the country, Mei Ji has almost recovered in the past few days. She also knew that Feng Ao Tian had arrived at the border and even saved Leng Qian Ye. Thinking of Leng Qian Ye, a cold glint flashed across her beautiful eyes. She had never lost before. As for Leng Qian Ye, she was determined to have him, even if it meant not getting his heart. She would rather be shattered jade than intact pottery.

  Dugu Xingye still wore a veil at night, his eyes gazing coldly at the border of Fengguo, his expression unreadable.

  Fu Han stood aside and said in a low voice, "Your Highness, the Emperor of Feng Guo is now personally presiding over the matter. Will the plan proceed as usual?"

  "Hmm." Dugu Xingye nodded slightly and said.

  Fu Han looked at Dugu Xingye, his thoughts deep in the ocean, traveling to the border. In these days, he had never seen him smile, and he was always mysterious and elusive.

  He didn't know what Dugu Xingye was thinking about in the depths of the night, but he understood that this battle concerned the fate of the country.

  Mei Ji flew out of the camp and fell into the military camp of Feng Guo in an instant.

  Feng Ao Tian Zheng was listening to Gui's report, and when she heard the commotion coming from outside, a smile played on her lips. Now that she was idle and bored, someone actually wanted to come and entertain her, so she naturally welcomed it with pleasure.

  Leng Qianye walked out of the camp, and when he saw Mei Ji, his cold and dusty face, his eyes gleaming with a chill, looked at Mei Ji in front of him, but did not speak.

  Mei Ji struck a seductive pose, gazing at Leng Qianye with an enchanting stare. "General, you really have a heart of stone. In the past, didn't you say I was your person? Now, how can you bear to abandon me?"

  Leng Qianye listened to her words, still silent, his heart was worried that Feng Ao Tian would hear her words and get angry. Thinking of this, he flew out and slapped Mei Ji with a palm.

  Feng Ao Tian pulled Mu Han Yao's hand and walked out, seeing Leng Qian Ye about to hit Mei Ji. She spun around, blocking Leng Qian Ye's palm wind, embracing his waist, landing opposite Mei Ji, smiling at him, "Still thinking of touching her?"

  "No, Your Majesty..." Chilly Thousand Leaves gazed at her tensely, shaking his head. He just didn't want her to bring up those few days again.

  Feng Ao Tian hooked his neck, for the first time, blocking the faces of the military camp soldiers, kissing his lips, and then said, "Not, just stand obediently by my side, who dares to touch my people?"

  Her voice was neither fast nor slow, but it carried an unquestionable intimidation that made the soldiers realize that General Leng had also been subdued by the Emperor.

  Leng Qianye didn't show any unnaturalness, listening to her words, all his worries were thrown out of his mind. At this moment, his eyes were filled with her, he tightly grasped her hand, without saying a word.

  Mu Han stood at one side, looking at the woman in front of him, still wearing such revealing clothes. He then looked towards the soldier standing at one side and said in a low voice, "All of you go busy yourselves."

  "Yes." The soldiers hastily replied and then dispersed separately.

  Mei Ji's mouth slightly hooked, sizing up the Feng Ao Tian in front of her. She had a face that was both masculine and feminine, yet also handsome and extraordinary, exuding an imperial aura. Casually holding onto Leng Qian Ye's hand, she was declaring sovereignty to herself, warning herself that Leng Qian Ye was hers.

  "It turned out to be the Emperor of Feng Guo." Mei Ji showed no courtesy towards the emperor, still with that enchanting appearance, gazing at Feng Ao Tian.

  Feng Ao Tian's eyebrows slightly raised, then turned around and said, "This woman, I'll give her to you."

  "Yes." A corner of his mouth twitched. He didn't like this kind of woman, but since Master said so, they would naturally have to teach her a good lesson.

  Feng Ao Tian pulled Cold Qian Ye's hand and turned around, walking towards the tent.

  Leng Qianye followed in her footsteps, step by step into the camp, Mu Han stood still on the spot and did not follow up. At this time, he knew that if he also went in, he would lose control of himself again.

  Leng Qianye stepped into the camp, somewhat fearful as she was pulled into his arms. "Your Majesty, I'm scared."

  Feng Ao Tian listened to his words and suddenly felt a little helpless. To him, she was truly important to the point of being unable to extricate himself.

  She gently patted his back, "You're always like this, making me want to do something to you, but I just can't bring myself to do it."

  "Your Majesty, have I become unlike myself?"

  Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow, "Hmph, I still prefer the old you who was cold and indifferent."

  Leng Qianye listened to her words and continued with a downcast gaze, "Perhaps I can never change back again."

  Feng Ao Tian raised his hand and stroked his nose tip, "I like you more now."

  Leng Qianye's beautiful face was like dust, with a hint of gorgeous light on it. He raised his hand and pulled her into his arms. Although she was the emperor, for some reason, he always felt that holding her like this made him feel more at ease.

  Feng Ao Tian leaned against his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat. A faint smile played on her lips as she wondered what had become of Han Jin.

  "Ah, the clan leader just spat up blood." Feng Qing said from the side.

  Fengyun looked at him with a worried expression, "Yes, he has not vomited blood for half a month, now... vomiting blood... I'm afraid it's..."

  Feng Qing thought of this and shook his head, "Now, there are still 66 days until the 81st day. If the clan master spits blood again, it would be equivalent to the first death."

  "Ah, the clan leader's complexion is even paler than it was a few days ago." Feng Yun shook his head incessantly.

  Feng Ao Tian left with a cold expression, and as soon as he did, she felt a suffocating sensation in her chest. Her slender eyebrows furrowed tightly, and her eyes gleamed with a chilly light. "Damn it, he actually spat up blood."

  Rei Qianye listened to her words and looked at her expression, anxiously asking, "Your Majesty, what's wrong?"

  "Feng Ao Tian suppressed his emotions and said, 'I'm telling you, from now on, if I see you being cruel to yourself again, I'll abandon you.'"

  Rei Kiriye listened to her sudden change in tone and was somewhat perplexed, nodding lightly, "I understand."

  Feng Ao Tian gripped his hand tightly, "Only what Grandfather says counts."

  "Your Majesty, are you worried about Han Jin?" Cold Qianye seemed to have sensed something.

  "Hmph, he's no exception." Feng Ao Tian coldly snorted and pulled him to the soft couch, then leaned into his arms, "For such a long time, not even a woman can be won over, what use is there for you?"

  "Understood, I was wrong," replied Bao in a low voice.

  He also wanted to subdue this woman as soon as possible, the witch was a notorious ruthless figure, her martial arts were naturally not weak, and compared with them, she was even more unbeatable.

  The ghostly figure beckoned him to hurry up and take action, then personally took matters into his own hands, entwining himself with the enchantress.

  Mei Qi had no trouble dealing with these dark guards, but when she saw the sudden appearance of a black shadow, her eyes dimmed and she met his palm wind.

  Alas, she had just recovered her martial arts skills. Now, after being tossed about for a long time, plus the fact that Xiao's martial arts were mainly fast and accurate, naturally light and agile, compared to Mei Ji's softness, there was an added hint of ruthlessness.

  Mei Ji couldn't dodge in time, and with a swift movement, she was slapped firmly on the face by Bo's palm. Her body lost balance and fell downwards, and then she saw the sword in Bo's hand stabbing straight at her.

  She continued to fly sideways, dodging his sword blade, but was kicked by him and fell heavily to the ground.

  Feng Ao Tian listened to the commotion outside, hooked his finger around Qing Qian Ye's cyan-colored hair on his chest, raised his eyes and gazed at him who was still staring at his face, smiled and asked, "Do you still remember when I fed you blood, your stubborn expression?"

  Leng Qianye listened to her words, recalling that at that time he had despised and resented her. A faint smile played on his lips as he remembered how she had fed him blood without any bloody taste, but instead with a sweet flavor.

  He lowered his head, his lips brushing against her soft lip, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, do you still remember the promise you made to me at the beginning? If I can conquer Feng Guo, will you give me a lifetime of freedom?"

  "Hmm." Feng Ao Tian nodded, "Grandpa's words count."

  "So then I will surely conquer the country of Qiu, and at that time, I can have freedom." Chilly Thousand Leaves leaned her head on her shoulder and said softly.

  "Have you thought it through? Are you leaving me?" Feng Ao Tian's eyes dimmed, and he asked in a low voice.

  "The Emperor is my freedom, having the Emperor means having freedom." Leng Qianye listened to her tone with a hint of flavor, and his worries for these days finally put down, he knew that since she brought him out of the dungeon, he had already left his heart on her.

  Feng Ao Tian couldn't help but laugh again at his words, such cheesy lines coming from Leng Qian Ye's mouth was truly a sight to behold. She turned her gaze to him, "When did you come up with this?"

  "Can't say." Leng Qianye's lips curled up in a shallow smile, and that extraordinary face, like a snow lotus flower blooming, exuded an enchanting charm that was refreshing to the heart.

  Feng Ao Tian's eyes slightly sank, and he said seriously, "From now on, you're only allowed to smile in front of me, not in front of anyone else. Do you understand?"

  "Yes." Leng Qianye nodded, looking at her, "Your Majesty, I remember you gave Han Yao a jade pendant, but I have nothing here."

  Feng Ao Tian's eyes flashed with a hint of cunning, "That military book wasn't given to you by me."

  "I want something that belongs to Your Majesty." Chilly Thousand Leaves looked at her, they wouldn't be together for much longer after this battle, and he was afraid it would be a long time before they met again. He just wanted something she carried with her, to wear on his own body, so when he missed her, he could take it out and look at it.

  "What do you want?" Feng Ao Tian looked at her, secretly despising her in his heart, she had never known that he would still be so calculating.

  Leng Qianye took out the dagger from her bosom and cut off the cyan silk in front of her chest, then handed it to her, "I want this."

  Feng Ao Tian was very clear, thinking that she still hadn't figured it out, but he had thoughts no less than those of a cat, and it was clear that this hair had the intention of being tied up, his meaning was very explicit, this life could only belong to her.

  She took his dagger, then cut off a strand of her own hair and divided it into two parts. She wrapped them together, took out two brocade bags, put the wrapped strands in each bag, handed one to him and kept the other by her side.

  Leng Qianye took the brocade pouch from her hand, and a warm smile rose to his lips. Feng Ao Tian felt that his smile was very pure, without a speck of dust. She raised her hand and grasped his tightly, "You really know how to calculate."

  "Minister's mother had also cut off her own hair and separated from Minister's father, but afterwards, Father was always on the border until his death and never returned, while Mother did not see him for the last time."

  Feng Ao Tian listened to his words, with a faint hint of sorrow, she gently patted his shoulder. "From now on, I'm giving you this, it means I'll be by your side. Remember, no matter what dangers you face in the future, you must live well for me."

  "Good." Leng Qianye raised his eyes, looking at her, he understood that his wandering heart had finally found its shore. He was no longer a lonely soul drifting around everywhere, but a flesh-and-blood person with attachments and thoughts.

  He carefully placed the small pouch in his bosom, close to his chest, where he held dearest and most cherished people.

  Feng Ao knew that Leng Qianye had never spoken so many words to anyone else, nor would he ever reveal his inner loneliness to others. Yet now, he was able to open up to her, which meant that she had already entered his heart.

  She suddenly remembered her past life, the person she had always been looking at. Now, from a cold and indifferent person, she has become someone who knows how to cherish things. Shouldn't she try to let go of her heart?

  Outside the tent, Bo had already subdued Mei Ji and said in a low voice, "This woman is handed over to you."

  Those dark guards looked at each other in dismay, they didn't like this kind of woman, let alone, as a dark guard, how could they possibly move women?

  Bo Qi also knew, but the master had an order, they only had to obey, with a face full of disgust staring at Mei Ji lying on the ground. Alas, what's the use of having a good-looking skin if it's not useful?

  Feng Ao Tian listened as the outside had been quiet for a long time, naturally knowing that Bo had already taken down the person. She didn't leave her tent, "What? Don't you like it?"

  Listening to Feng Ao Tian's voice, he knew there was hope and hastily replied, "Master, you know that the Dark Guard cannot move women, and she... is really hard for me to say."

  Feng Ao Tian listened to Pu's words, his mouth twitched, thinking that this woman's figure and appearance were also flawless, how could she not enter their eyes?

  She turned her gaze to Leng Qianye, "That woman is also considered a beauty, can't she enter your eyes?"

  Leng Qianye's face sank immediately, and he continued, "I don't like it."

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him with this expression and also returned to his former self, hurriedly laughing and saying "Oh, who does he like?"

  Her voice was not loud, but it could be heard by all the soldiers in the entire military camp. The officers and men naturally had a strong desire for such beauty, but thinking of her venom, they still kept their distance. After all, she was a woman from a neighboring country, and one should think thrice before acting.

  Mei Ji lay on the ground, wondering how she had fallen to this point. With her looks, not a single person responded, which was an insult to her. This was even more cruel than killing her.

  Phoenix proudly listened to the sound for half a day, and couldn't help but sigh, "Xuanmo country, you can't go back. Xing Wuyun, that stinky little boy, is now living in Leiqi country, very carefree. He ruined her martial arts, took her to Furong Pavilion, with her beauty and the title of Demon Girl, she naturally became the top courtesan of Furong Pavilion."

  "It is." Bao's face relaxed instantly, as long as he didn't have to take action, and hurriedly raised his palm, ready to disable Mei Ji's martial arts.

  Suddenly a deep purple figure fell from the sky, dispelling the palm wind of Baigui, stretched out his hand and pulled Mei Ji up, turned around and left the camp.

  Looking at the receding figure, he stepped into the camp and said, "I should be dead."

  "What Grandfather wants, he has never failed to get." Feng Ao Tian's eyes gleamed with cold determination, she just wanted to give Xuan Yuan Yi a show of her strength, to curb his arrogance.

  Leng Qianye raised his hand, pulled Feng Ao Tian into his arms, lowered his head, and kissed her lips. He thought to himself, how many men were by her side, he couldn't imagine, in the future, how many days he would be able to spend with her.

  Feng Ao Tian thought it was cold. Chihiro had been acting strangely since she confessed her feelings to him, and Feng couldn't help but admit that sometimes being proactive did have twice the effect.

  Le Qi Guo, Xing Wu Yun was once again knocked to the ground by Wei Zi Mo. These past few days, the Fu Rong Pavilion had become a pile of ashes, every single part of it was destroyed, and only when the last brick of the Fu Rong Pavilion fell to the ground did Wei Zi Mo finally stop.

  His body was stained with not only the scent of cosmetics, but also a strong floral fragrance. His eyes dimmed for a moment before he turned to look at Zi Yun who was standing calmly beside him, "How did you get this 'An Xiang' here?"

  "Your Highness indeed has a keen sense of smell." Zi Yun hadn't expected him to discover it so quickly, and he replied truthfully, "This was sprinkled by the master on purpose, saying that the Third Prince likes this kind of fragrance."

  "Who likes it." Wei Zimo growled, he hated this smell the most, and suddenly felt a chill, hurriedly flew out, but was blocked by Purple Cloud.

  "Your Highness, wait a moment." Ziyun hastily stepped forward and handed the account book to Wei Zhuomo, "This is the loss of Furong Pavilion in the past few days, totaling 20 million taels."

  Wei Zimo looked at the account in her hand, which detailed the price of every item here and the profits made by Furong Pavilion over the past few days. His eyes darkened as he turned to Zi Yun, "Bring two million taels of silver."

  "Yes." The shopkeeper of the wine house opposite heard Wei Ziyu's voice, hastily took out 20 million taels of silver tickets, and then went to the bottom of Furong Pavilion, handed them over to Zi Yun.

  Wei Zong lightly tapped his toes and returned to the wine tower, flying into the hot spring pool, bringing his clothes with him. He let out a low growl, "Feng Ao Tian, you dare to scheme against me."

  Xing Wuyun collapsed to the ground, but was full of laughter, and couldn't stop laughing loudly. The sound was loud enough for Wei Zimo to hear, and it was ear-piercing.

  Digression

  Dear friends, there are a thousand left, I'll make up for it tomorrow, hugs!