In the warm pavilion, Han Feng and Yan Fuzhao were sitting opposite each other. The spring turned into snow, but the weather was getting colder. The warm pavilion was full of charcoal fire, colliding with the air conditioner outside, and fog appeared, surrounding the misty fairyland.

In such a fairyland, the topic of the two of them was full of murderous aura.

"Mr. Han is really envious." Yan Fuzhao raised his eyes and looked deep.

Han Feng smiled, "Tizhang Yan's style was still passed down by all colleagues from the Ministry of Justice. How could I be proud of you in front of you, Taizhang Yan?"

The one who died with his eyes closed was the Minister of Justice at that time. Han Feng's sarcasm with a gun and a stick made Yan Fuzhao laugh in his heart. It turned out that he was a reckless man who was ignorant of the importance of the matter. He thought that he had the support of the Queen Mother behind him, but he didn't know why.

He is a brave but unscrupulous person who was pushed out by that vicious woman to die.

"Mr. Han, you are now in a glorious and proud way. Have you ever thought that I am today and you will be the one you will be today?"

"Oh? Then I'm going to borrow the auspicious words of the Grand Master."

"I invite you here today, just to have a heart-to-heart talk. Lord Han is the top scorer on the Golden List. He should be very clear about the truth about the cunning rabbit and the lackeys. You and I are both officials in the court, and you will fight to the death, and you will make a profit again.

who?"

"Trial Master," Han Feng reached out and picked up the tea bowl in front of him and blew it slowly, "I am just a chess piece, but I can't help it."

"Mr. Han is too despised himself," Yan Fuzhao pushed the snack plate in front of him. "Mr. Han is worth much more than that."

The two talked until the night was about to rise before they separated. Yan Fuzhao had always been very skilled in dealing with the fence-bearing. Looking at Han Feng's back as he left, the sneer that had not been revealed finally appeared on his face.

He had fought with the Queen Mother for countless times, and countless people died between them. Han Feng was not the first, nor the last.

Yan Fuzhao shook his sleeves and entered, leaving only a hint of chill.

Han Feng was sent to the gate of the mansion. Although Gao was promoted to the Minister of Justice, Han Feng still lived in the yard as soon as he entered the yard, but changed from renting to buying.

Yan Fuzhao and the Queen Mother both regarded everyone as pawns. The contempt and indifference were engraved in their bones. They might not have noticed it themselves, and they would not reflect on themselves if they were too accustomed to it.

Han Feng is very familiar with them.

Because he was like that.

Close his eyes and took a deep breath of cold air. The refreshing smell of early spring night passed by his lungs. Han Feng opened his eyes and his eyes were as bright as the cold stars.

When Han Feng opened the door, he noticed something was wrong. There seemed to be a vague light in the inner room. His heart lit up and he walked over quickly.

The veil curtain on the bedside was hanging, and a small charcoal basin in front of the bed emitted a dark red light, and the quilt was undulating in a winding arc.

Han Feng walked over with slight hands.

Lynch was awakened by a kiss.

He got off the court and took some time to let the servants get off the bus in the teahouse not far from Han Feng's mansion, and then quietly entered the Han Mansion from the back door alone. He thought Han Feng would come back soon, but he didn't expect that he would wait until the sky was

It was dark, and he curled up on the couch for fear of the cold, but unexpectedly fell asleep unknowingly.

The belt was pulled and threw it down hard. Lynch snorted lightly and hugged Han Feng lazily. The two rolled together silently. The vermilion dress and the jade belt fell all over the ground in a mess. Han Feng used his strength.

The storm was like a storm, which made Lynch, who had always been quiet, couldn't help but scream.

After the matter, both of them were sweating and hugging each other stickyly. Han Feng liked to hug Lynch from behind, embedded him and peck and kiss him carefully, slowly burning again in the aftertaste.

A new situation.

The first episode was the intense fire, and the second episode was the lingering rain. Han Feng hugged Lynch's ten fingers and whispered to him about his conversation with Yan Fuzhao and his subsequent arrangements.

"Then you have to be careful..." Lynch groaned, raised his head and took a deep breath, and his unbearable open lips were kissed by Han Feng. Han Feng said in a low voice: "Don't worry, everything is here

I'm in control."

Lynch kissed him numbly, raised his arms and wrapped it around Han Feng's neck, and his whole body was uncontrollably numb and weak in extreme pleasure.

After two games, Lynch was almost melted, and his hands and feet were softly huddled in Han Feng's arms. Seeing that he was so tired that he couldn't bear it, Han Feng only went back and forth lightly, and only had a little fun, and whispered to him.

Lynch responded with a few words or "well" as a response, as if he was trapped in a warm mud, tired and sleepy, and he was about to fall asleep.

When Han Feng was sleepy, he woke up hard again. Lynch's voice was low and he cried in a sleepy voice: "Hurry up..."

Han Feng kissed him randomly, "You sleep with you, I'll be quick."

How could Lynch sleep? He grabbed Han Feng's shoulder with his hand, and his long hair draped behind him was like waves. After the heat flow came, he let out a long breath and fell back with his eyes closed, "...Don't make trouble again

I."

He was really tired and fell asleep unconsciously as soon as he fell down.

When he woke up, it was still dark, and Lynch had a headache. He had been sleeping for another day. He raised his hand and beat his forehead. His body was still dry. I guess Han Feng had washed it for him, so his waist was sore.

I sat up in pain, and I felt a little dizzy when I sat on the couch.

Lynch really couldn't bear to eat Han Feng anymore, so he didn't give it to him, for fear that he would go to do something stupid again. Once he gave it, he would have to end every time, and everyone would die a little.

Lynch has been in poor spirits these two days. Sometimes he dozed off in the Ministry of Justice during the day, and his hands and feet were frozen. He was wondering if he had a little... kidney deficiency...

Lynch was thinking randomly while lifting the quilt and staying at the bed. He guessed that Han Feng should not be there, and the power struggle was alive and death. It was good to keep warm in the cracks for a night, so he didn't expect anything, "draw Emei in the morning". Thinking of this, Lynch was a little bit celebrating himself.

He laughed at himself.

When Han Feng came in with hot porridge, he was naked and Lynch was bent over and looking for his trousers on the desk beside the bed. The bright red candlelight shone on his jade-like body. Han Feng took a breath

.

Lynch heard the exaggerated sound of breathing and looked back at Han Feng. His long hair was loose, his face was pink and lazy, and his eyes were filled with waves, which easily evoked Han Feng's memories on the bed.

"Han Feng—" Lynch said in surprise, "Blood."

Han Feng woke up in his dream and hurriedly put out a hand to cover his nose. Lynch stepped forward to take the food plate, and said laughing and crying: "What, why..." He couldn't ask afterwards, so he shook his head and put the food plate.

Retracted back into the quilt and said to Han Feng, who was still rushing to wipe the tip of his nose, "Come here."

Han Feng sniffed over and whispered: "The house is too dry."

Lynch looked at him silently and said, "Sit down."

Han Feng sat down as he spoke, and his face was red because of the blood he had wiped out or because of shame. Lynch leaned over to suck his belt. Han Feng hurriedly grabbed his hand, "You are tired."

"Don't make noise." Lynch pushed away his hand, pulled off the jade belt around his waist, reached into his loose outer robe with his hands, gently pulled Han Feng's trousers, and buried in.

Han Feng groaned and clenched the bed curtain at his hand tightly to restrain the contour of the head. The arched outline of the head under his robe made him unable to bear to look at it. He was afraid that he would take a look at it more, so he couldn't help but try hard, so he could only close his eyes and go backwards.

Go up.

Lynch didn't eat porridge, so he had a "sourcing meal". His mouth and tongue were sore and numb. After swallowing it, he thought flashed through his mind - he could have replenished the body with his form.

Han Feng felt very distressed, hugged him and fed the porridge bit by bit, frowned and told him like a baby, "Be careful."

Lynch swallowed, and Han Feng kissed him in the face, "Zifei, I really don't know how to love you enough."

Lynch felt numb when he heard it. He thought of the bleeding from his nose and felt funny. The light of the light swept across him lightly, "Are you talented?"

Han Feng's face became hot, and he turned his face and kissed Lynch hard on his face.

There were chaos in the court. Han Feng told the Queen Mother half-hiddenly about Yan Fuzhao's call for him. He did not mention Yan Fuzhao's various hints to him throughout the whole process, and he spoke out his loyalty in a straightforward manner.

The Queen Mother didn't have any expression after hearing this, "I know, I will give you one point less."

"Thank you, the Queen Mother." Han Feng said respectfully.

The Queen Mother glanced at him and suddenly said, "How did Mr. Lin recently?"

"Shang Ke." Han Feng did not avoid it. He knew that the Queen Mother had the eyeliner. He immediately deliberately distanced himself from Lynch on the surface. The Queen Mother should not know nothing about the relationship between him and Lynch.

, blindly concealing will make the Queen Mother suspicious, and it is better to be more open-minded. The Queen Mother will feel that he does not really care about Lynch.

The Queen Mother's eyes were faint, as if she was sighing and admiring, and she whispered: "It's better to take it to heart for her colleagues who are suffering." She looked out the window, and the palace people were taking care of the flowers and plants. The flowers were already blooming in early spring.

A piece of land, "Only people can stand up when they live in the world with concern."

"Thank you for your teachings from the Queen Mother." Han Feng said with his head down.

The Queen Mother found that she seemed to have said a little too much, and said some gossip that was not painful or itchy, and it took a while before she sent Han Feng away.

Han Feng met Wang Xuanzhen at the gate of the palace and bowed and said hello. Wang Xuanzhen stopped him, "Mr. Han, you have a good career."

"I also want to thank my uncle for his original recommendation." Han Feng said politely.

Wang Xuanzhen's face was gloomy, "You still remember the beginning."

"Naturally," Han Feng looked up and looked directly at Wang Xuanzhen, "I have never forgotten what I promised."

Han Feng was dealing with the Queen Mother and Yan Fuzhao, and Wang Xuanzhen was the same. Yan Fuzhao was also cursing his sister fiercely in the bed, and the Queen Mother did not hide her from using Yan Fuzhao.

A sense of boredom.

Wang Xuan was a little tired of dealing with it. No matter how many years he had passed, he was still not good at engaging in power.

"Since that's the case, I'll respect you." Wang Xuanzhen said coldly and turned around and left.

The good news that Wang Xuanzhen was waiting for did not come too late.

Yan Fuzhao rebelled.

To be precise, Yan Fuzhao was "rebelled".

The cliques turned against each other and even copied the dragon robe and treasure seal in the mansion. A decree came down and the whole family was killed, implicating the nine tribes.
Chapter completed!