Grandpa is too violent 120 He and she are a perfect match

  "I'm just saying, Your Majesty wants to grant him a marriage." Leng Pei Han replied with her head lowered.

  Lan Yun's eyes dimmed for a moment, as if she understood something. Yi Mu and Gu Ye Feng also seemed to sense it, and the three of them looked at Leng Pei Han with helpless shakes of their heads.

  Leng Pei Han looked at their three expressions and naturally understood, her elder brother's thoughts, and sighed softly.

  Feng Ao Tian rode her horse, Ao Xue, directly into the military camp and saw that it had already fallen into chaos. Her eyes flashed with a cold glint as she flew into the tent, where the black-clad man looked at her, exchanged a glance, but did not engage in battle, instead turning to leave.

  "Feng Ao Tian's eyes gleamed coldly, 'Not a single one is allowed to escape, kill without pardon.'"

  "Yes." The low voice of Gui replied, and in an instant, he saw Gui lead the dark guards to surround the black-clad man in front of him, and the remaining black-clad men were instantly turned into corpses.

  Feng Ao Tian walked up to the front, and when he reached the bedside, he saw Mu Han Yao supporting her eyes with both hands, looking at him.

  She whispered, "Hanyao."

  Mu Han's eyes were fixed on her, a faint smile playing on his lips, before he collapsed and fainted.

  Feng Ao Tian hastily stepped forward, raised his hand and pulled him into his arms, lowered his head and felt his pulse, "Fortunately, it's just some Soft Tendon Scatter."

  She helped him up and left the tent, walked into his tent, put him on the bed, covered him with a quilt, and went to Leng Qianye's tent.

  The tent was already stained with blood all over, she walked in with a gloomy face, stepped forward, picked up Han Qianye from the bed, and said coldly, "Clean this place again."

  "It is." Baoying replied.

  "Anyone who dares to move against me will be taken to that forest and fed to my treasure." Feng Ao Tian said in a low voice.

  "Yes." Bai hastily signaled to the dark guard on one side and began to act.

  Feng Ao Tian brought back Rong Qian Ye to his own tent, placing him on the bed, feeling his pulse. The injury was severe, her eyes sank, and she pulled off his clothes, revealing two palm prints that had already turned dark blue. She raised her gaze, staring at his pale face, still exuding an air of detachment. She then got onto the bed, sat cross-legged, placed her palms on his chest, and began to channel energy to heal his wounds.

  Time slowly passed, Mu Han slowly opened his eyes, supporting his somewhat aching forehead, got up, he thought that just now in his daze, saw the emperor, propping up his weak body, and walking out.

  Li Su helped bandage and walked over, looking at Mu Han Yao, "General Mu, you're awake?"

  "Has His Majesty arrived?" Mu Han asked remotely with her first sentence.

  "Yes, now he is treating General Han's wounds." Li Su nodded and thought that the Emperor was still prescient, every time there was a crisis on the border, he would rush over.

  Mu Han looked at Li Su from afar and nodded slightly before continuing on his way. "Is it in the Emperor's camp or not?"

  "General Cold's camp is being repaired at present." Li Su said.

  "Hmm." Mu Han nodded and took a step forward, heading towards the tent specially set up for Feng Ao Tian.

  Looking at the current time, three hours have passed. He lifted the curtain and walked in, only to see that Feng Ao Tian's forehead was beaded with a thin layer of sweat, her beautiful face revealing an unmistakable coldness. He slowly approached her, standing by her side, gazing at her. It had only been a few days since she left, but every time it was quiet at night, his mind would conjure up her image, except when he was fighting; during those times, he could not help but think of her.

  Until late at night, Feng Ao Tian finally slowly withdrew his hand, opened his eyes, and Leng Qian Ye's body leaned towards her. She took the opportunity to hug him into her arms, pulled out a silk handkerchief from her sleeve, wiped away the thin sweat on his face, then laid him flat on the bed, covered him with a quilt, turned around, and saw Mu Han Yao, "How did you end up standing here?"

  Mu Han Yu gazed at her from afar, pulled out the black silk handkerchief from his bosom and gently wiped away the sweat on her forehead. This was the first time he had ever taken the initiative to wipe someone's sweat, wanting to take good care of this person.

  Feng Ao Tian smiled lightly and stood up, but due to excessive internal energy consumption, her body was weak and dizzy. As she swayed, she was immediately pulled into Mu Han's arms.

  Feng Ao Tian leaned against his chest, raised her eyes and stared at him, "Why aren't you saying anything?"

  Mu Han Yu still gazed at her from afar, and after a long while, he finally spoke up, his voice somewhat hoarse. "Your Majesty, I miss you."

  Feng Ao Tian hooked his lips with a shallow smile, wrapped his arms around his waist and smiled, saying, "When did you learn to say such cheesy words?"

  "It's just that it was never said." Mu Han Yao hugged her and walked to the side of the soft couch, Feng Ao Tian leaned in his arms, and the two lay down on the soft couch.

  She reached out and stroked his face, "Much more rugged."

  "Your Majesty, I think you can't make it in time." Mu Han was a bit frightened after seeing those black-clothed men last night, afraid that he would never see him again, or that he and Leng Qianye would die like this.

  Feng Ao Tian leaned against his chest, "I know what you're worried about, don't worry, with me here, nothing will happen to you."

  "I will live on and accompany Your Majesty forever." Mu Han said sincerely.

  Feng Ao Tian raised his head and looked at him, "Who did you learn this from?"

  His cold and stern face was tinged with a faint smile, that smile seemed like the melting of snow-capped mountains, revealing clarity, "It's Your Majesty."

  Feng Ao Tian raised his voice and laughed, his body slightly leaning forward, lowering his head, and kissing his lips.

  Mo Han turned over and pressed her down under his body, lowering his head to return a kiss.

  In the capital, Xuan Yuan Yu learned that his people had failed and a cold light flashed in his eyes. "They're all useless things."

  "Your Majesty, what shall we do now?" asked the attendant standing by his side.

  "How?" Xuan Yuan hummed coldly, "I'd like to see what other tricks she has up her sleeve."

  "What does Your Majesty mean?" The attendant continued.

  "Tomorrow is not Chu Lingtian's lucky day. Since she dares to move my people, I will naturally take them back." Xuan Yuan continued to say.

  "Yes, I understand." The attendant hastily replied.

  Le Qi Guo, Xing Wu Yun also knew that the Ling Yue Kingdom had been destroyed. He turned his gaze to look at Wei Zi Mo, who was furious behind the beaded curtain, and smiled as he said, "Didn't I tell you earlier to quickly take back the Ling Yue Kingdom's assets? Look now, it's all gone for nothing."

  "Wei Zi Mo let out a cold hum, 'She wants to turn Ling Yue Guo into hers, it's not that easy.'"

  "What do you mean?" Xing Wuyun lay on his side on the soft couch, holding a wine jug in his arms, with a faint blush on his cheeks and an enchanting glow in his eyes, gazing at Wei Zimeng who was standing behind the beaded curtain.

  "You will know when the time comes." Wei Zimo's beautiful eyes shone with a calculating light.

  Xing Wuyun looked at him as if he had made up his mind, and shook his head helplessly, "Alas..."

  "What's with that expression?" Wei Zuo Mo turned his head, looking at him with a dissatisfied tone.

  "I'm afraid you'll end up losing both your wife and your soldiers, don't sacrifice yourself in vain." Xing Wuyun raised his head, downed a mouthful of wine, anyway, now he was as far away from Feng Ao Tian as possible.

  "Are you suspecting me?"

  "Think about it, Xuan Yuan Yu is such a formidable character, sending his strong generals to Ling Que country, in the end, not only did he suffer losses, but also had his own general captured by Feng Guo. Tomorrow, he will still have to marry that woman who captured him, this is now the most talked-about topic among all countries after dinner. Xing Wu Yun thought, in today's world, except for the emperors of the three major powers, only Feng Ao Tian has such audacity, but her audacity is not hidden, even though she is just a third-rate country, a small emperor of a tiny land, yet she still has such a domineering style, compared to those emperors who own large countries, it's really much more formidable."

  In this world, who can make women officials, it's probably only her. She actually sent two women to destroy the country in the first battle and returned with a great victory. It was undoubtedly a big slap in the face of Xuan Yuan Yi. Can Xuan Yuan Yi let her off?

  However, thinking that Xuan Yuan Yu is now in Feng Guo, but being ignored by her, he feels happy. The majestic Emperor of Xuan Mo Guo, and also known as the number one beauty under heaven, yet cannot enter into Feng Ao Tian's eyes, for some reason, it really makes him extremely delighted.

  "How can Xuan Yuan Yu compare to me?" Wei Zi Mo sneered, "He relies on his appearance and his supreme power, thinking that the whole world is his, not putting anyone in his eyes, being arrogant and domineering. In my eyes, he's just a spoiled rich young master."

  Xing Wuyun listened to his words, "Even if he is a prodigal son, he is still the emperor of a country. His means, you have long heard that he can kill people without blinking an eye. Compared with Feng Ao Tian's brutal behavior, it is even more so."

  Xing Wuyun listened to his words, and chuckled, "Yes, one is a brutal emperor of a big country who kills people for pleasure, the other is a cruel and shameless emperor of a small country. You say, they are indeed a perfect match."

  Xing Wuyun was just about to take a drink, listening to his words, "Pfft" spat out a mouthful of wine, bursting into laughter, "Haha, you're saying Xuan Yuanhao and Feng Ao Tian?"

  "Yes, anyway, Xuan Yuan Yu has not yet established a queen, and he has been on the throne for five years. He doesn't even have one woman by his side. Don't you think that's strange?" Wei Zi Mo turned to look at Xing Wu Yun's exaggerated expression, her tone cold and detached.

  "That's right." Xing Wuyun nodded, "However, he and Feng Ao Tian are impossible."

  "There's nothing impossible in this world." Wei Zimo sneered, "Anyway, both of us have the same hobby."

  "Haha." Xing Wuyun listened with increasing joy, "I say, how did you think of this? Xuan Yuan's temper is so arrogant, he now hates to kill Feng Ao Tian, and it's likely that soon, he will personally destroy the Feng country. How could he take a liking to Feng Ao Tian?"

  "What if Feng Ao Tian has taken a liking to him?" Wei Zi Mo gazed directly at Xing Wu Yun, "If that's the case, then Feng Ao Tian will have gained a great deal of assistance. After all, the Xuanmo Kingdom can provide her with backing."

  "If that's the case, why didn't she lift your veil at the beginning? In that case, half of your property would have been hers, wouldn't she be even happier?" Xing Wuyun pointed his spearhead at Wei Ziyu.

  "Hmph." Wei Zuo Mo glared at him, "If she dares to lift my veil, I'll tear her into eight pieces."

  "Are you willing to part with it?" Xing Wuyun asked with a smile, then tilted his head back and took a swig of wine.

  Wei Zuo hastily lifted the beaded curtain and stood three steps in front of him, "What do you mean? Weren't you the one who told her about my business? Otherwise, how would she know about it? I didn't bother to settle accounts with you back then, but now you're using it to mock me?"

  Xing Wuyun hastily stood up, vigilantly gazing at him, thinking that he wouldn't have provoked him again, would he? Silently gritting his teeth, he continued, "I was just speaking casually, why must you take it to heart?"

  "Just a casual remark?" Wei Zuo Mo thought of this and got angry, "If it weren't for your careless words, I could have let her..."

  Xing Wuyun looked at him and asked in puzzlement, "It's been so long since then, how come you still haven't forgotten about this?"

  "This is a great shame for me, it's strange that I can forget." Wei Zimo thought of this and felt angry, looking at Xing Wuyun with increasing dislike.

  Xing Wuyun tactfully stood up and then flew into the Furuong Pavilion.

  Wei Zongmo watched as Xing Wuyun fell at the Furan Pavilion. He had determined that he would not be tainted by such a place, nor would he fly over to it. However, now, the anger in his heart could not be vented out. He had said that he wouldn't care about Feng Ao Tian's affairs, but every time, he would always receive news about her, and every time, he couldn't help but get angry.

  Looking at Xing Wuyun lying on the chaise longue in the Furan Pavilion, he lightly tapped his toes and flew over, just about to land when he saw the old madam standing in front of him, bowing and saying, "Third Highness, my master said that if you want to come to the Furan Pavilion, you must remove your veil."

  "Let her go!" Wei Ze Mo said in a low voice as he stared at her.

  "Third Master, I'm just following the orders of our master. You know his temper." The old procuress said in a low voice.

  Wei Zimo was somewhat short of breath, then looked at Xing Wuyun, and again at the guard who had fallen behind her. Suddenly enraged, she raised her palm to strike the old procuress in front of her.

  Xing Wuyun sat comfortably in the recliner, just taking a cup of tea with relish, took a light sip, and then saw that the old procuress had only dodged Wei Ziyao's palm wind, and continued to say, "Third Highness, my master also said that if you are not targeting Furong Pavilion, I will not stop you, please go ahead."

  Wei Zhen fell beside Xing Wuyun and looked at the old madam in front of him, "What else did your master say?"

  "The master said that if you are not satisfied with the third young master, the Furuong Pavilion is at your service. As long as you leave the silver for repairs, it's fine." The old procuress replied.

  Xing Yun suddenly got up from the recliner and looked at the old madam in front of him, "Your master is too good at burning bridges after crossing the river."

  The madam turned her gaze to Xing Wu Yun, "Young Master Xing, the master said that if you don't finish your drink and come over to the Hibiscus Pavilion, he'll have you thrown out."

  Xing Wuyun listened to her words, furious, you're so arrogant, how dare you treat me like this. Just as he was about to step forward to teach the old prostitute a lesson, he saw Wei Zimo lightly wave his hand and pull out a bamboo stick from one side, swinging it towards Xing Wuyun.

  Xing Wuyun hastily dodged and looked at Wei Ziamo, "You really hit him, didn't you see that Feng Ao Tian did it on purpose?"

  "Regardless of whether she did it on purpose or not, I'm taking it out on you now."

  Xing Wuyun felt a bit helpless, he really didn't want to play along with him. Looking at him, "I'm warning you, if you dare to lay hands on me again, I'll leave home and run far, far away, so that you can never find me."

  Looking at his rogue appearance, Wei Zemu thought of Feng Ao Tian and couldn't help but let out a low growl, "Even if you escape to the ends of the earth, I'll still be able to find you. If that happens, you might end up even more miserable."

  Xing Wuyun snorted, "We'll see if you have what it takes."

  As he spoke, taking advantage of his unpreparedness, he turned around and rushed towards the third floor of Furong Pavilion. Since Feng Ao Tian wanted to get silver from Wei Ziyu's hands, he would not do it halfway, but rather follow her wishes and let Wei Ziyu demolish Furong Pavilion today.

  Wei Zongmo followed closely behind, chasing after Xing Wuyun. The old madam, Zi Yun, stood to one side, watching the two figures disappear into the distance, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

  The subordinates behind him were worried, "Ziyun, if this Furuong Pavilion is really demolished, won't we have to start all over again?"

  "What's the fear, anyway? The Third Master has plenty of money. He said that the Furuong Pavilion has been neglected for years, so let him do as he pleases. When the time comes, we'll collect the silver and build a new one." Ziyun continued to sit on one side, listening to the wails and earth-shaking noises from downstairs, with a deep smile at the corner of her mouth.

  Xing Wuyun dodged Wei Zimo's pursuit while dismantling the entire third floor. As for Wei Zimo, he was truly at a loss. He looked up and let out a loud roar, "Feng Ao Tian, I'm not done with you yet."

  Wei Zimo looked at him, then at the decorations inside the third floor and the woman above, scowling with disgust. She glared at Xing Wuyun, her anger rising to a boiling point, "Xing Wuyun, you did this on purpose, bringing me to Furong Pavilion to make me feel sick."

  Xing Wuyun looked at Wei Zimo's obsessive-compulsive disorder relapse and burst out laughing, "Right! This place is full of greasy smells, and there are stinky men, beauties, this third floor is still okay, otherwise, I'll take you to the second floor for a stroll?"

  Xing Wuyun flashed a smile, then flew down to the second floor. Wei Zimo gazed at his crazy appearance, her beautiful eyes filled with anger, and then she chased after him closely. Today, he was going all out.

  Bian Guan, Mu Han Yao had already left the military camp and went to tidy up his troops in preparation for a potential attack from Qi Guo.

  Feng Ao Tian sat beside the bed, gazing at Leng Qian Ye's face, recalling that when they first met, he had looked down on her with disdain. Even when she smiled at him, he had responded with a cold and scornful expression.

  She's a bit strange, when did he start having thoughts about himself?

  She raised her hand, and her fingertips brushed against his pale cheek, tracing the outline of his eyebrows. She was thinking that perhaps only he himself knew.

  Qian Ye slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Feng Ao Tian's handsome face with a shallow smile. He was taken aback for a moment, then furrowed his brow, thinking he was dreaming. How could she appear at this time? Had he already died?

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him with his still aloof expression and chuckled, "Slept for so long, yet still unwilling to wake up?"

  Leng Qianye suddenly opened his eyes and stared at her, "Your Majesty..."

  Feng Ao Tian raised his hand and placed his fingertips on his lips, "I know everything."

  Rong Qianye's eyes flickered slightly, did she know everything? Then, what about his thoughts, did she understand those as well?

  He raised his hand and pushed away the hand she had placed on his lips, then said, "Your Majesty, please withdraw your decree."

  "What did you take back?" Feng Ao Tian looked at him and asked.

  "I will not take a wife, and I don't need Your Majesty's arrangement." said Leng Qianye coldly.

  "Oh, so it's this matter." Feng Ao Tian deliberately dragged out his voice, "What if I insist on doing so?"

  "In that case, I have no choice but to die." Leng Qianye raised her eyes and stared at her, her tone firm.

  Feng Ao Tian slightly leaned forward, hooking his chin, "If so, the person I grant you to marry is someone you fancy?"

  "The person I have in mind, I'm afraid will never be granted marriage." Leng Qianye gazed at her, and for some reason, he said such words. Perhaps after he had feelings for her, everything had already changed.

  "Really?" Feng Ao Tian took another step closer to him, then pressed his lips against his, kissing him lightly. "Then who is the one you fancy?"

  Leng Qianye lay on the bed, gazing at her with open eyes, then slowly closed them, a pang of pain in his heart. "Your Majesty, I am tired."

  Feng Ao Tian looked at his stubborn expression and lay down beside him, "Tired, rest then."

  Rei Kizuki looked at her lying beside him, then turned over, his back to hers. Could he say anything now? He recalled that although he was with her just to stall Miko, he had still made physical contact with her, and when they were doing it, he had already put aside his feelings for her, hadn't he?

  Feng Ao Tian leaned forward slightly, with his arms wrapped around his waist from behind, and his cheek resting on his back. "How did you become so stubborn?"

  Leng Qianye's body trembled, and a flash of pain flickered across Han Yu's cold and indifferent eyes. He then closed his eyes, pursed his lips tightly, and remained silent.

  Feng Ao Tian continued to turn his body over, lowered his head, and kissed his lips. His fingers hooked open the collar of his clothes and gently caressed him.

  Leng Qianye closed her eyes tightly, allowing her to wander freely on her own body. Could he really say it out loud?

  He suddenly opened his eyes, raised his hand and grasped hers, looking at her, "Your Majesty, my hand has touched another woman."

  Feng Ao Tian lowered his head, looking at his hand, then looked up at him, "Where else did you touch?"

  "Here." Leng Qianye raised his hand and pointed at his shoulder. "With such a subject, would you still want him?"

  Feng Ao Tian lowered his head, lightly touching his lips, "As for things that others have touched, I won't want them."

  Leng Qianye's heart turned cold, and he pushed her away from himself. He got out of bed barefoot, picked up the sword on one side, and stabbed his own shoulder. He saw bright red blood flowing out of his shoulder and dripping onto the ground. His eyebrows didn't even twitch as he lifted his arm and chopped at the hand that had once grasped Mei Ji's.

  Feng Ao Tian flicked his finger, knocking the sword out of his hand, and leaned against the bed, staring at him. "If you cripple this hand, which hand will you use to kill the enemy?"

  Leng Qianye looked at her, kneeling on the ground, with his clothes half-untied, "Your Majesty, I no longer have the qualifications to stand in front of you."

  Feng Ao Tian sank his voice and said, "Come over."

  Leng Qianye raised her eyes and gazed at her, slightly stunned. Was he going to come over? Would he want himself? But did she understand his thoughts?

  "Feng Ao Tian's eyes gleamed coldly, 'I'll give you two choices. The first is to come over here, and the second is for you to take that sword and hang yourself in front of me.'"

  Leng Qianye raised her eyes, gazing at him, was it over? What courage did he have to move on? He lowered his gaze, silent and unspoken, allowing the cold wind to blow in, scattering his disheveled black hair. His fists were clenched tightly, perhaps from the beginning, he shouldn't have acted impulsively with his thoughts, perhaps from the beginning, he should have taken care of his own heart. But now, everything was too late. When he thought he was about to die, he had already made the worst preparations. She didn't want him, so why did he insist on clinging? If she wanted to push him away, then he would stay here forever, even if it meant being buried under the yellow earth, he would still guard this place.

  He took up his sword on one side and drew it across his own neck.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at his choice, his eyes filled with gloom, in vain he was clever for a lifetime, but an obstinate person, hadn't she already made it clear?

  She flew out, snatched the sword from his hand, wrapped her arms around his waist, and fell onto the bed with him, embracing him in her arms. She lowered her head and stroked his pale face, which had lost all its color.

  She didn't care about the blood on her body, took out the golden wound medicine from her bosom and sprinkled it on his shoulder, then took off the silk ribbon from her head and bandaged the wound, her black hair fell down in the wind, making her face look even more radiant.

  Leng Qianye had never seen her like this before, he was slightly stunned, gazing at her.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him, "Didn't Grandfather tell you to come over?"

  Leng Qianye slowly regained her composure, remained silent for a long time, and then spoke up, "Your Majesty, didn't you say that no one else should touch the person you've touched? I'm already tainted."

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him, "Really not clean?"

  "For the Emperor, it's already not clean." Han Qianye's thin lips pursed slightly, and for a moment, he looked flustered, but when she stopped him from hanging himself, he knew that his thoughts were clear to her.

  Feng Ao Tian smiled lowly and said, "You just stabbed yourself, what's the reason for that?"

  "I want to cleanse the places she has touched with my own blood." said Kori Chiyori in a low voice.

  Feng Ao Tian leaned on one hand, turned sideways, gazed at him, and hooked the green silk in front of his chest. "Leng Qian Ye, tell me, when did you have thoughts about me?"

  Leng Qianye's face was calm and collected, but a hint of unnaturalness could be seen in his eyes. He lowered his gaze, wondering when he had started to develop feelings for her.

  Was it when she last came to the border and kissed him? Or was it when she explained the military book to him? Or was it when she cut her wrist for him? Perhaps even earlier, that is, when she appeared in the dungeon and restored his martial arts with her own cultivation? He slowly thought back, seemingly after a long time, he raised his eyes and gazed at her, "I don't know."

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him with a good laugh, pressing his forehead against his, "Then when did you know that you had thoughts about me?"

  "Arranged marriage." Leng Qianye looked at the face close to him, his heart beating rapidly and uncontrollably, making him feel somewhat uneasy.

  Feng Ao Tian lowered his head and looked at him, "Father said that as long as you agree, Father will grant you a marriage."

  "I won't let you." Leng Qianye hastily replied, then ignoring the pain on his shoulder, he flipped over, pinning Feng Ao Tian beneath him, lowering his head to kiss her lips. "Your Majesty, will you want me?"

  Feng Ao Tian blinked his eyes and looked at him, "Leng Qian Ye, when did you become so dull?"

  Leng Qianye opened her eyes, gazing at her faint smile, her indifferent face bursting into a radiant grin, she lowered her head and kissed her.

  Feng Ao Tian was taken aback and lost his smile, looking at him like that, in fact, she understood everything.

  Mu Han deployed everything, and after patrolling, he stepped into the camp. When he saw Feng Ao Tian and Leng Qian Ye embracing on the bed, his eyes were still scorched. He suddenly turned around and left the camp.

  Feng Ao Tian and Leng Qian Ye naturally sensed Mu Han Yao's footsteps, Feng Ao Tian slowly got up, looking at him, "Rest well."

  "Yes." Leng Qianye nodded, he knew Mu Han Yao's thoughts now, but he...

  Feng Ao Tian bowed his head, and a light kiss fell on his forehead. He covered him with the brocade quilt, turned around and left the camp.

  Reikaku Chigusa watched as she walked away, he closed his eyes, the struggles of these days, now finally freed, his chaotic heart finally calmed down, he had never thought that one day, he would lose his heart, and to a man.

  Feng Ao Tian walked out of the camp, looking at Mu Han Yao with one hand grasping his sword and the other inserted into his waist, standing upright under the moonlight. He continued to move forward, stretched out his hand, and grasped his icy yet thick hand, "Within two days, Qi Guo will make its move."

  "Your Majesty, I have something to say." Mu Han couldn't help but look at her.

  "Hmm?" Feng Ao Tian looked at him with a deep and profound gaze that was cold and calm.

  "What am I to the Emperor?" Mu Han had always wanted to ask this question. For him, Feng Ao Tian was now his everything. He understood that for his second brother, she was his life. At first, when he heard his second brother say so, he felt more sorrow in his heart. But now, he finally felt the weight of those words. Ah, because at this moment, he discovered that she was also his life, and even more important than life itself.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him and led him into his tent, then sat down, "You are Grandfather's person."

  "Your Majesty, I am just one of the many by your side." Mu Han didn't know why, but when he saw the picture of Leng Qianye embracing her, he realized that loving someone was selfish. He couldn't imagine how his second brother had accepted all those people around her with such a heart. He understood even more clearly now why his second brother had said those words to Lan Jingxue on that day, because he too had the same thoughts in his heart - she could only belong to him.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him, "You are all one of a kind by Grandfather's side."

  Mu Han gazed at her from afar, "Your Majesty, let me think for a moment."

  Feng Ao knew about his entanglement, her appearance had changed the normal concept of this world, they did not know how she was actually a woman, and even less would understand what she had to endure with a man's identity.

  She slowly got up and walked out, Mu Han looked at her leaving figure, his heart skipped a beat, he suddenly stood up, rushed over with big strides, wrapped her in his arms from behind, rested his chin on her shoulder, "Your Majesty, I want you to stay."

  Feng Ao Tian's body slightly stiffened, he slowly turned around, gazing at him, "You're really a fool."

  Mu Han stretched out his hand and held her in his arms. Ah, when it comes to love, even the calmest person will become a fool.

  The cat hid in the dark, watching Feng Ao Tian return. The first thing he did was to rescue Leng Qian Ye. He could understand that now that the person had been rescued, shouldn't they have thought of him by now? But instead, his master went into Mu Han Yao's tent. He pouted, gazing at the tent with a resentful and indignant expression, as if he wanted to stare a hole through it. Master, you really forgot about me, didn't you? You really don't want me anymore?

  In the imperial city, Lan Jing looked at Feng Yuqi lying peacefully on the dragon bed. He had just helped Feng Yuqi clean up and then fed him some medicine, after which he lay down beside him. "I wonder how the Emperor is doing?"

  Xue Ke stood at the gate of the palace, thinking about whether she could get married tomorrow. Now that it has been announced to the world, if it doesn't happen, wouldn't she lose face in front of her master?

  "Brother Ling, tomorrow's grand wedding will proceed as scheduled." Xue Ke gritted her teeth and made the decision.

  "You little girl, so eager to get married?" Soul suddenly appeared in front of her, smiling and saying.

  "This is not a matter of urgency, but a matter of master's face." Xue Ke looked at Hun and continued.

  Soul looked at her and continued, "You agreed to this marriage, wasn't it because you had a crush on Chu Ling Tian?"

  "That's natural." Xue Ke hastily nodded, "I'm completely for Master."

  His soul raised a hint of a smile, "Then you're treating Chu Ling Tian like that for Master?"

  "It's Master who wants me to discipline him properly." Xue Ke said noncommittally, "But then again, who knew matters between men and women would be so troublesome."

  His lips twitched, thinking that this little girl had indeed not wasted her time in the mountains. He continued, "Just received orders from Master, your wedding will proceed as usual tomorrow."

  "It should be like this." Xue Ke smiled and nodded, looking at the sky. "In these two days, all the things for the big wedding have been prepared, and I will be busy in an hour."

  She said softly, turned around, stepped into the palace, walked to the bedside, looked at Chu Lingtian, and then pulled out the silk handkerchief covering him, smiling brightly at him, "You say, tomorrow, will the Emperor of Xuanmo send someone to rescue you?"

  Chu Lingtian looked at her, "Of course."

  "These past few days, you can stay with me in one place. Even if tomorrow, you are rescued by the people of Xuanmo Imperial Clan, I estimate that later on, you will also become a laughing stock for the whole world. After all, you have been married to me before, and he won't easily reuse you." Xue Ke's eyes sparkled with a hint of coldness as she smiled.

  Chu Lingtian looked at Xue Ke in front of him, and for the first time felt that this woman was not as simple as she seemed on the surface. His eyes darkened, just as he was about to speak, his mouth was covered again.

  He raised his eyes and stared fiercely at Xue Ke, thinking that one day he would make her pay the price. He wanted to personally lead the troops to trample this damned Feng Guo, and then capture her, using her own methods against her.

  Xue Ke rolled her eyes, looking at him, and sighed softly, "You'll never be able to treat me the way you want to, so just give up on that idea."

  Chu Ling Tian was stunned again, did he show it so clearly?

  Xue Ke clapped her hands, stood up, and walked out of the bedroom, "Bring me the auspicious robe."

  Outside the door, Si Xi had already ordered everything to be prepared, and the palace maids walked in carrying the wedding dress.

  On the second day, before dawn, Xue Ke wore a bright red wedding dress, while Chu Ling Tian was tied up with five flowers and placed in a sedan chair. Xue Ke rode a tall horse, leading a group of welcoming relatives, beating drums and gongs as they paraded through the streets of the capital city.

  The common people got the news and rushed to attend the ceremony, and everyone was discussing it. This is the first time since the creation of heaven and earth that a woman has married a man, and she is also the great hero who just destroyed the Lingyue Kingdom, and she is also the female detective flower who just entered the top three, and the one who married her is the young general Chu Lingtian of Xuanmo Kingdom whom she captured personally. Such a big event is naturally unbelievable and the most extraordinary thing in history, which naturally attracted the attention of the common people.

  Xuanyuan You sat in the best private room inside the wine tower, watching the wedding procession pass by, looking at Xueke sitting on horseback, then glancing back at the sedan chair behind him, his eyes flashing with a fierce and ruthless light, what a humiliation.

  The attendant stood by and said, "Your Majesty, when will you take action?"

  "It's natural tonight, and by the way, bring this woman to me." Xuan Yuan said coldly.

  "Yes." The attendant looked at Xue Ke, who was sitting proudly on the horse, wearing a wedding dress, without any shyness of getting married, and thought to himself, how did Feng Ao Tian's subordinates cultivate such an arrogant and thick-skinned temperament?

  Mo Han went to the school's training grounds early the next morning, Feng Ao Tian had been worried about Leng Qian Ye all night and stayed by his side. Leng Qian Ye lay quietly beside her, but in his heart he felt a sense of security that he had never experienced before.

  He raised his eyes and met Feng Ao Tian's gaze, "Your Majesty, you didn't sleep all night?"

  Feng Ao Tian helped him up, looked at the wound on his shoulder, and felt his pulse. "Hmm, recovering well, but still can't move around recklessly."

  "Yes." Leng Qianye responded obediently for the first time.

  Feng Ao Tian was clearly unaccustomed to Leng Qian Ye's reaction, and still preferred his previous cold demeanor. She toyed with his black hair, "How many slaps did that woman give you?"

  Leng Qianye looked at her, "Your Majesty, are you still displeased with me?"

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him, and when it came to emotional matters, he was extremely sensitive, the more so, the more he could see that he cared.

  Leng Qianye let out a soft sigh, then lowered her eyes to look at the purple mark on his chest that had already disappeared. She continued, "Your Majesty, I..."

  Feng Ao Tian raised his hand and slapped him on the forehead, "You, as my person, whoever dares to move, I will make sure she lives a life more painful than death."

  Leng Qianye listened to her words, a faint smile playing on his lips, and then reached out to pull her into his arms. "I'm scared, Your Majesty doesn't want me."

  Feng Ao Tian listened to his words and said, "That depends on your performance."

  Leng Qianye lowered his head, gazing at her, then pressed his lips against hers, lightly sucking on them. He was proving his concern, his carefulness, because once he set his mind to it, he wanted to give her the best, but he couldn't help feeling a hint of inferiority.

  Wu Yue Country, Ye Zi Ran wore a dragon robe, sitting upright on the dragon chair. Today was the day of his coronation, the day he would be called Emperor. He sat solemnly, scanning the officials below him. He had finally waited for this day to arrive.

  His eyes shone with majesty and triumph, just as he was about to speak, but felt a sharp pain in his heart, and spat out a mouthful of blood...

  Digression

  Hug hug, dear friends...