This Lord is Too Cruel

Ye Meixi was hit unexpectedly, and his chest seemed to ache like ten thousand arrows. His beautiful eyes were flowing, the corners of his mouth were overflowing with red blood, his delicate lips curled up with a charming smile, and his beautiful face was even more revealing. With the pitiful love, with that palm, he rolled to the ground. The bright red shirt wrapped his enchanting figure. He supported his body and slowly crawled to the ground, towards Feng Aotian. Climb up.

Feng Aotian saw the stubbornness in his heart, he was telling himself, no matter how far he left, would he come back? Because this body belongs to her.

Her cold phoenix eyes hide a deep chill, looking directly at him.

He raised his eyes, still smiling like a flower, stubbornly, crawling forward slowly with the only trace of strength he had left, this year, in her eyes, he was just a plaything, but these few days, she The gentleness and care for him, her dedication to him, she poured a little warm light into his already dry heart, making him feel that in this world, someone cares about him, although it is not her sincerity, but it is Isn't her sincerity enough?

He once hated the world and everyone around him. His past was just a joke, but now, he wants to live once, not for others, but for himself.

He gradually lost consciousness, until the standing figure in front of his eyes became more and more blurred, until he carved her face deeply into his heart, and the smile at the corner of his mouth became deeper, and slowly closed his eyes, he suddenly rejoiced , Sent her to the border, if not for the border, perhaps, he would never know the meaning of living.

Feng Aotian sat on the soft couch and watched him crawl towards her with all his strength. The firmness in his eyes made her heart move slightly. She knew that Ye Meixi had his stubbornness, and that was The pride in his bones.

She got up, walked slowly, every step was firm, she wanted to take good care of someone for the first time, because of the sadness and desolation behind the smile, she walked to his In front of him, he squatted, lifted him up, gently picked him up, turned around, left the bedroom, and walked towards Yihuan Pavilion.

Lying on the bed, Feng Yinqi opened the veil and watched Feng Aotian's departure. A dark, talented situation flashed through his eyes. He heard it really, and his eyes stared at the top of the sky with dull eyes. In my heart, what am I?

Feng Aotian crossed the promenade with Ye Meixi in his arms, lowered his head and looked at his pale face. The blood on the corner of his mouth was still wet, like a broken puppet, lifeless.

At the gate of Yihuan Pavilion, I saw the regent coming slowly from a distance, and quickly knelt down to greet him, "Slaves see the regent."

"Well, get up." Feng Aotian said coldly, then stepped inside, walked into the room, and said in a deep voice to the follower who followed, "Wait at the door."

"Yes." Suixi answered, and stood at the door with his head down.

Feng Aotian put Ye Meixi on the bed, stretched out his hand, took the pulse, took out a white jade porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a pill, and fed him, the palm of his heart gathered his inner strength, and a white light enveloped him. Both of him.

A carriage passed through the bustling street, and the bustling crowd finally stopped at a mansion.

"Princess Mu, here we are." Ma Fu is a member of the Regent Palace, so he honored Mu Hanjin as Concubine Mu.

Mu Hanjin kept his mind steady, raised the curtain of the car, raised his eyes, and the sun was so dazzling. He couldn't help closing his eyes and slowly opening them. Two majestic characters were written on the high gate plaque, "Mu Mansion" ".

A faint smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth. He couldn't wait to get out of the carriage. The family waiting at the house saw someone coming. He thought it was dazzling, and suddenly rubbed his eyes. After seeing clearly, he knelt on the ground excitedly and called out loudly. "Second Young Master, you are back."

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"Yeah." Mu Hanjin looked at the servant in front of him. This is the son of Mu Mansion. He was finally a loyal servant of Mu Mansion for generations. He lifted his steps slightly, trying to cross the threshold, but he did not want to settle for a long time, for fear that he would be his Dreaming.

A family member has already ran into the mansion to report, and he heard a surprise shout from a distance, "Second Young Master is back to Mansion! Old Madam, Second Young Master is back to Mansion!"

"Second Young Master, why don't you go in?" Jiading on the side looked at Mu Hanjin excitedly and asked softly.

Mu Hanjin turned his eyes, looked at him, and stepped in carefully. When his foot touched the ground, he felt that this was not a dream. He then stepped in with the other foot, and the ecstasy in his heart was beyond anyone's experience. Yes, his eye sockets are a little moist. For two years, two full years, he finally came back.

"Jin'er...Jin'er..." He interrupted his thoughts with a voice of vicissitudes and eagerness in the distance. He quickly restrained his emotions and walked forward quickly.

Every piece of bluestone here has a familiar taste, and he looks a little anxious. This is the place where he has been dreaming for the past two years. It is the place where he can't wait to fly. When he meets the old lady Mu who is supported by the maid. , When he was his favorite mother, he knelt on the ground with a "puff" and banged his head three times, "The child pleases mother."

"Jin'er? Is it Jin'er? Is it Jin'er back?" Mrs. Mu walked up tremblingly, staring at Mu Hanjin who was kneeling in front of her, tears wet her eyes, she forcibly resisted crying and choked. Asked indifferently.

"Mother, it's a child, and the child worries his mother." Mu Hanjin raised her eyes, tears wet the clothes, he still remembered that two years ago, her mother hadn't turned white, but now, her head is covered with silver threads and her temples are mottled. He felt guilty and his eldest brother was far away at the border. He was imprisoned in the Prince Regent’s Mansion for two years. His father had donated everything for the country. His mother hadn’t come out of the pain of losing her husband, and watched his child accidentally. How could she not worry about losing her two sons?

It is conceivable that in the past two years, how she has propped up this huge Mu's house, and with how much faith and strong will she waited for their return.

Mrs. Mu tremblingly stretched out her hand and carefully stroked Mu Hanjin's face, but she couldn't make a sound of tears, "My son, mother is finally waiting for you to come back."

"It's a child who is not filial!" Mu Hanjin knelt in front of Mrs. Mu and fell into her arms, feeling guilty.

After a while, the mother and son who had reunited after a long time cried together, and no one could bear to disturb them, and the mother-in-law, maid, and slave on the side were even crying.

"Cousin, just come back." A clear voice rang, breaking such a warm and touching picture.

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When writing this chapter, Lemon feels distressed while writing. Whether it is Ye Meixi or Mu Hanjin, they have their own helplessness and stories behind them. They are not weak, but forced helpless. Please believe that they will Stronger.

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