Father is too violent 149 gifts sent to Xing Wu Yun (second update)

  "Who is it?" Xing Wuyun slightly hesitated, still holding the wine jug, reclining in the carriage with his yellow shirt disheveled, revealing smooth skin. A hint of a wild smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and his peach-blossom eyes were raised slightly, looking enchanting.

  "She said, once...once by the lake...held your shirt..." The general said awkwardly.

  Xing Wuyun raised his head and took a sip of wine, listening to the general's words, he swallowed hard and coughed lightly a few times, "Bring her here."

  "Yes." The general nodded and went forward.

  Before long, the sound of footsteps approached, Xing Wuyun was still sitting lazily in the carriage, and then he heard a woman's clear voice, "Young Master Xing, it's been a long time."

  Xing Wuyun lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked at the woman standing outside, unavoidable some headache. At this time, he least liked to see people related to Feng Ao Tian, and this woman was...

  "What brings Princess Qian Ning here?" Xing Wu Yun asked indifferently, with a tone that clearly kept people at arm's length.

  Feng Qian Ning didn't mind and smiled as she replied, "Are you trying to make me, the princess, stand here and talk to you?"

  Xing Wuyun immediately walked out of the carriage and landed elegantly in front of her, looking at the team that had already stopped moving forward. "Keep going."

  "Yes." The general standing not far away responded, and the large group of people moved forward again. Xing Wuyun took a step forward, leaning against a big tree, tilting his head to one side. A gentle breeze blew by, lifting up his yellow shirt. He carelessly drank wine, the fragrance wafting through the air, truly a refined and elegant noble son.

  Feng Qian Ning looked at Xing Wu Yun like this, with a deep smile, and continued to say, "If the emperor saw you in this state, he would definitely eat you up."

  Xing Wuyun spat out a mouthful of wine, staring at her, "Isn't Princess Qian Ning quite normal? Why would she speak nonsense?"

  Feng Qian'ning let out a soft sigh, then turned around and stood beside another large tree. She raised her eyes, the clouds were light and the wind was gentle, without a single ripple.

  "I'm not talking nonsense. If the Emperor brother is ruthless to you, wouldn't he let you leave after knowing your true identity?" Feng Qianjing said with a slanted glance at him.

  "Is Princess Qian Ning here to talk about these things?" Xing Wu Yun heard the three words "Feng Ao Tian", and he would feel suffocated, couldn't help but feel annoyed, raised his head, took a sip of wine, whenever he met Feng Ao Tian, he was never at ease.

  Feng Qian Ning looked at Xing Wu Yun's expression, her eyes slightly turning, and then said, "The Emperor asked me to come here to ask you, about the Second Miss of the Lu family. If you want her, the Emperor will send her to you."

  Xing Wuyun took a deep breath again, he had made so many moves just to get rid of that woman and bring her here, wasn't this obviously blackmail?

  "No." Xing Wuyun firmly refused.

  Feng Qian'ning snorted twice, "I've seen that Lv Yunxiu before, a standard noble lady, her words and deeds are truly gentle and virtuous, and her appearance is also top-notch, how can you not appreciate her?"

  Xing Wuyun's mouth twitched, ah, how could he not look down on her? If it were in the past, he would have been delighted to the extreme. But now, as soon as he saw any woman, Feng Ao Tian's figure would appear in his mind, and she would be like a ghost, lingering and refusing to disperse.

  Feng Qian Ning saw him silent and unspoken, his eyes rolling around, then asked again, "Are you not interested in women now?"

  "Nonsense." Xing Wuyun said coldly, "You've always been surrounded by women in the pleasure quarters, so what's a second-rate miss to you? A well-bred lady like her wouldn't understand the pleasures of the boudoir, naturally you wouldn't be interested."

  Feng Qian Ning listened to his words, and chuckled again, remembering the task her master had entrusted to her. She continued to tease him, saying "Here, this is what your imperial brother asked me to give you."

  Xing Wuyun glanced sideways, looking at her, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He thought that Feng Ao Tian had never given him anything before, and he recalled the last time he saw her painting a picture of hibiscus for Ye Yan Hui, with those words "thinking of you" on it, which made him feel uneasy and jealous without reason. However, later, he figured it out, but still remembered this matter vividly.

  Xing Wuyun turned his gaze, looking at Feng Qianying's hand, where a brocade box had suddenly appeared. He handed it over to him, and he took it with suspicion, opening it to find inside the box a wooden carving of a person wearing a yellow brocade robe, whose eyebrows and eyes looked exactly like his own. As he gazed at it, his eyes lit up with joy, but then his mouth curled up in a sneer, "This thing isn't for deceiving women? Why give it to me?"

  Feng Qian Ning didn't know why Master wanted to give it to him, but looking at him saying unpleasant words yet still fondly stroking it, she let out a sigh again. Alas, when Master takes action, nothing can be done about it.

  Xing Wuyun looked at the brocade box and found another note inside. He opened it, and on it was written: "Carve one just like Grandpa's."

  Xing Wuyun looked at him and muttered another sentence, "What you look like, this young master has long forgotten."

  Feng Qian Ning saw his stubborn expression, which was completely inconsistent with his usual carefree and arrogant personality. She then crossed her arms over her chest, staring at him without saying a word.

  Xing Wuyun felt Feng Qianying's gaze, raised his eyes and stared at her, "What are you looking at me for?"

  "You also have times when you're not so free and easy." Feng Qian Ning shook her head, then turned around, "Anyway, there's still plenty of time, let's take it slow and carve it out, no need to rush."

  As he spoke, he flashed away and left.

  Xing Wuyun saw her leave and was stunned for a moment, then said, "Who says I'm not cool? I'm very cool."

  As he spoke, he tossed the wine jug in his hand and gazed at the wooden puppet, a joyful smile rising to the corners of his mouth. Immediately, he hastily reined it in, then tapped his toes lightly and darted into the nearby woods. After searching, he found a Nan Song Mu tree, swung his arm, and a strong gust of wind blew by. The Nan Song Mu fell, and he chose the best piece from the top. Looking around cautiously, he tucked it away and chased after the people and horses ahead, finally leaping into the carriage.

  He then placed the wooden puppet beside him, took out a dagger, closed his eyes, and in his mind's eye, all he could see was Feng Ao Tian's figure. He immediately opened his eyes irritably, looked at the puppet again, let out a sigh, and began to carve quietly.

  Feng Qian Ning stood on a large tree to the side, watching Xing Wu Yun's actions just now with clarity, her mouth curling up at the corner, "Words are not in line with one's heart."

  The flag of Yueqi Guo was waving in the wind, and a large group of people continued to move forward slowly. Xing Wuyun was extremely focused on staring at the wood in front of him, carefully carving it, even he didn't know how serious his expression was.

  Feng Ao Tian and Ye Mei Xi returned to the palace, without any shooting stars chattering around them. On the contrary, there was a few more quietness and comfort.

  Phoenix Nest Country, Phoenix Qian Ning has returned to Nest City. The sky is already late, she falls down and sees Jin Yao waiting for her.

  She took a step forward, looking at her, "Don't you need a rest?"

  "Wait for Princess." Jin Yao looked at Feng Qian Ying and continued.

  "Oh." Feng Qian Ning nodded, looking at her, "I'm going out for a bit."

  Jinyao listened to her words and knew that the master must have made some arrangements, so he didn't ask any more questions. He turned around and walked into the house.

  Xue Ke had just finished vomiting and was leaning weakly against the bed, her face extremely pale. Chu Ling Tian looked at her with a worried expression and gently wiped away the cold sweat from her forehead, "How can this go on?"

  Xue Ke looked at his worried expression, her heart was warm, she held his hand, "It's all right, it's always like this when you're happy."

  Chu Ling Tian knew she was comforting herself, but he understood even more clearly that Master Cat's words must be true. He held her hand and pulled her into his arms, "I'll stay with you."

  Xue Ke nodded with warmth in her heart, "Good."

  Leng Qianye and Mu Han Yao have been restless in their daily lives for the past few days, after all, Le Kai Guo's matter has been hanging in their hearts at all times.

  Mù Hán Yáo looked at Lěng Qiān Yè and asked, "You said why the Emperor still hasn't made a move?"

  "Now that many days have passed, according to the schedule, in another half month, Leqigu's people will arrive, but they won't be at this place." Leng Qianye couldn't help but worry.

  The two men looked at each other in dismay, but it was also useless because they had not received Feng Ao Tian's order.

  Feng Qian Ning walked in and looked at the two of them. She then thought of Xing Wu Yun and continued, "The two generals have not rested yet?"

  Leng Qianye and Mu Han saw someone approaching from afar and respectfully bowed, "Greetings, Your Highness!"

  "The princess had better take a rest first." Feng Qianning nodded slightly and headed towards the West Wing.

  Leng Qianye and Mu Han Yao looked at Feng Qianying's departing figure, "Today, I didn't see her."

  Mu Han looked at Leng Qianye with a puzzled expression and said in a low voice.

  "She must be hiding something." Leng Qianye still had doubts about Feng Qianying, after all, in the desert village, she was a descendant of the Phoenix Country, and the Emperor had restored her princess title, which made her even more suspicious that she was not here today, it should have something to do with the Emperor.

  Mo Han raised his eyes and looked at Leng Qianye, "This matter, let's still wait patiently."

  "Hmm." Leng Qianye nodded and raised his eyes to look at Mu Han Yao, "What is the Emperor doing now?"

  A cold and stern face flashed with a touch of soft light, "No matter where she is, there must be someone accompanying her."

  "Yes." Leng Qianye replied in a low and mournful tone, "How blissful it must be to always be by her side."

  Mo Han faintly replied, and the two of them raised their eyes, gazing at the distant starry sky, their thoughts drifting afar.

  In the imperial palace of Fengqiu Country, Cat Imperial Concubine couldn't sleep, so he came to Wine Imperial Concubine's courtyard, snuggled into a recliner, and stared blankly at the sky.

  The old cat sat beside him, saying nothing, just quietly busy with his own affairs.

  "Old wine ghost, what exactly is the master hiding from me?" The cat gonggong couldn't help but ask.

  The old wine steward merely said in a bland tone, "If the mistress does things this way, she naturally has her own considerations."

  The old cat turned its eyes and looked at him, "But I'm worried that something will happen to Master."

  The wine shop owner gazed calmly into the distance, "It's fate, it's timing. What is meant to come will come, and even if you know about it, it'll only add to your troubles."

  The cat listened, and simply didn't think about it anymore. However, without these doubts, he thought of her even more, thinking that she wasn't by his side made him feel cold all over.

  The wine shop owner raised his eyes and gazed at him, "The more you care about something, the more afraid you are of losing it. Sometimes, letting go a little can lead to gain."

  The old cat listened quietly, but became even more anxious and uneasy, got up from the recliner, and flew away.

  Gu Ye Feng has been feeling somewhat disheartened and listless these past few days, as if his life had lost some of its flavor since Feng Ao Tian's departure.

  Yi Mu had just finished his busy work and walked in, only to see him standing by the window, lost in thought. He took a step forward, standing where Feng Ao Tian stood that night, looking at him, "How did I not know, you've been liking to be lost in thought lately?"

  Gu Ye Feng snapped back to reality, pulling his thoughts back in, and let out a faint sigh, "Still because of that someone."

  Yi Mu naturally knew who he was talking about and smiled softly, "Having someone you miss isn't a bad thing."

  Gu Ye Feng irritably grasped his hair, casually tossing the book in his hand, which he hadn't even flipped open a page, to one side. He propped himself up against the windowsill with both hands and asked, "What do you think I should do?"

  Yi Mu leaned against the window, stroking the place where she had touched that night, and said softly, "Come as you wish, isn't it good?"

  Gu Ye Feng let out a deep sigh again, "I say, how did I...how did I...treat her..."

  "What are you talking about?" Blue Xuan's voice sounded at this moment, and he saw him walking forward slowly, with a faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.

  Yi Mu glanced sideways and looked at Gu Ye Feng with a full face of worry, "Someone is harming Xiang Si."

  Gu Ye Feng hastily stood up and retorted, "Don't talk nonsense, who would harm Xiang Si? That kind of thinking is only found in girls, how can it be applied to me?"

  "In life, I never thought of you, but now that I do, it's all I can think about. My body is like a floating cloud, my heart like a flying feather, my breath like a wandering thread. Only a wisp of leftover fragrance remains here, longing for the return of the golden son. When will he come? At what time? When the lamp is half dim and the moon is half bright."

  Yi Mu's soft voice rose up, she lifted her eyes to gaze at the treetops in the moonlight, a strand of clear wind blew by, her hair fluttering with the breeze, her face wore a melancholy expression, and she sighed sorrowfully.

  Lan Jing Shu looked at Yi Mu and saw that he seemed to have been troubled by something these past few days, then stepped forward, looking at him, "You've become increasingly melancholic lately."

  Yi Mu turned back and looked at Lan Jing Shu, "I am not usually like this."

  Gu Ye Feng also saw through it and continued to say, "Yi Mu, do you have something on your mind?"

  Yi Mu turned her gaze, chuckled softly and said, "Yes, there is, but it can't be said."

  Lan Yun looked at him and said, "Alright, since we can't sleep, let's sit down and have a drink while we talk."

  Gu Ye Feng also felt that if he stayed by himself, he would get lost in thought and think about what had caused him such distress. He quickly responded, "Alright, it's been a long time since I've had a good drink. Tonight, I won't return until I'm drunk."

  Yi Mu smiled softly as before and said, "Just what I wanted."

  The three of them seemed to have an unspoken understanding, focusing on drinking and discussing poetry, without mentioning anything else.

  In the imperial palace of Nanhui, a small figure was darting back and forth among the various palaces in the harem, without stopping for a moment.

  Wu Yueguo, Feng Ao Tian held Ye Mei Xi, sat on the soft couch, leaning against the window and sleeping. The moon wind was cool and blew gently across the two people's beautiful faces. Ye Mei Xi leaned into Feng Ao Tian's arms, but felt extremely at ease.

  "Grandfather, I really wish it could be like this for a lifetime." Ye Yanxi said in a low voice.

  Feng Ao Tian lowered his head and left a light kiss on his neck, "I will."

  "Master, is Mei Xi being too greedy?"

  Feng Ao Tian smiled shallowly and said, "I like your greed."

  Ye Mei Xing raised her hand and placed the ring in her palm, looked up at him and said, "Sir, this is the national treasure of Nan Hui Guo."

  Feng Ao Tian covered his hand over hers, stroking the ring pendant. "Do you know the origin of this ring?"

  Yexi nodded and said, "I know, this was stolen by Father for the sake of Mother's illness."

  "Do you know that this national treasure can only be opened by the royal family of Nanhuiguo, otherwise it's impossible to unlock the spiritual energy inside this ring?" Feng Ao Tian continued.

  Ye Mei Hui's eyes widened in surprise as she looked at Feng Ao Tian, "So, you're saying that Father is a member of the Southern Return Kingdom's royal family?"

  Feng Ao Tian nodded slightly, "Mm."

  "Na Mei Hui..." Ye Mei Hui said in a faint and distant tone.

  "It should be." Feng Ao Tian nodded and said, "However, whether the wizard Xi Yue is really a member of the imperial family of Nan Hui Guo remains to be verified."

  "What if it's true?" Ye Huan thought, the generations of witches in Wuyue Country were all from Wuyue Country, how could his father be a person from Nanhuai Country?

  "Feng Ao Tian continued, 'Wait a bit longer, I will find out.'"

  "Good." Ye Mei Xing leaned into her arms, he was the only support in his life, he could live without the throne of Wu Yue Country, but he couldn't live without her.

  Mèi Xǐ leaned quietly in her arms, raised her eyes and looked at him, "Master, Mèi Xǐ will never be willing to leave you."

  Feng Ao Tian hooked her lips with a shallow smile, can she hold up a piece of sky?

  "What if one day you find out that I'm actually not as strong as you imagined, what would you do?" Feng Ao Tian asked softly, stroking his face.

  "Mei Hui will block in front of you, help you hold on." Mei Hui played with the green silk on her chest.

  Feng Ao Tian lowered his head and smiled, "Good."

  That night, the two of them slept in each other's arms. The next morning, Ye Hua got up early to attend the morning court, while Feng Caiyun stayed alone in the palace, waiting for the meteor shower.

  At night, the demon king had just entered his bedroom when he learned that the people of Nanhuo had arrived at the border. When he saw the corpse of the special envoy sent by them, he began to shout without even resting.

  Ye Mei stepped into the bedroom, took off her dragon robe and changed into a bright red brocade robe. She then leaned into Feng Ao Tian's arms and said, "Master, Nan Hui Guo has made its move."

  Feng Ao Tian's mouth slightly hooked, "Hmm, very good. You pass the order down, let the border troops give Nan a head-on blow when he returns to his country, and then retreat into the city gate, only defending but not attacking."

  "Good." Ye Mei Xiang knew she already had a plan.

  By noon, a small figure fell to the ground at Feng Ao Tian's feet, with dark circles under his eyes and tears in his eyes, rubbing against Feng Ao Tian's legs, sobbing uncontrollably.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him with this expression, "What's wrong?"

  "Wuuu......" Liuxing listened to Feng Ao Tian's voice and hastily raised his head, wailing loudly.

  Yè Mèi Xī looked at Liú Xīng and burst into tears. She saw that his clothes were tattered, the hair on top of his head was singed, and there was a smell of burnt offerings. His face was covered in ash, and with his crying, he looked truly pitiful.

  Feng Ao Tian raised his hand and wiped away the tears at the corner of his eyes. "Is it done?"

  "Hmm." Meteor nodded, lowered his head, and wiped his nose and tears on Feng Ao Tian's brocade robe. He raised his eyes, which were already swollen from crying, looking extremely wronged.

  Feng Ao Tian's eyes narrowed slightly as she stared at him, "It's done, why are you crying?"

  "Shooting Star thought, never to see the Holy Master again." Shooting Star thought of last night, almost being taken as a demon and burned alive, fortunately he ran fast. Thinking so, he cried even more miserably, hugging Feng Ao Tian's leg tightly, not letting go.

  Feng Ao Tian listened to his crying voice, then raised his hand and stroked his hair, "Been discovered?"

  "Uh-huh." Meteor nodded, "The last one was discovered."

  "At a glance, he was discovered by the Southern Return Emperor." Feng Ao Tian pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the black ash from his face.

  Meteor's eyes were wide open with round and shiny eyes, her eyes were filled with tears, she nodded silently, "Hmm..."

  "How did you also shave his hair?" Feng Ao Tian's eyes sank, and he said in a low voice.

  "He shaved everything off his body, including that place." Flowing Star said with a pout.

  Yexi Heng listened to his words, her mouth twitched, and then said, "You're really ruthless."

  "Hmph, who made him want to burn me alive." Liuxing raised her eyes, let out a hum of discontent at Ye Yan, then looked at Feng Ao Tian and pitifully shed tears.

  Feng Ao Tian lowered his head and laughed, saying with righteous words, "Right, shaved well, dared to burn you, not castrating him is being lenient."

  Liuxing buried her face in Feng Ao Tian's chest and burst into tears.

  Yè Mèi Xī looked at him, couldn't help but feel a bit of a headache, thinking that she shouldn't provoke anyone, especially not him. What if, by accident, he lowered his head and looked at himself? She quickly composed herself and flashed a dazzling smile at the Flowing Star, "Are you hungry?"

  "Mm." Liuxing bit her lip and leaned into Feng Ao Tian's chest, rubbing her nose while nodding.

  "Transmission of food." Yanqi Hui hastily shouted.

  Standing outside the temple, Chuxia and Xianghan also heard the conversation inside, and felt that this little ghost looked harmless, but unexpectedly so cruel. They didn't dare to slack off and hurriedly went to prepare food.

  Feng Ao Tian saw that his clothes were all wrinkled from being rubbed against him, and he furrowed his brow. However, thinking about how he had narrowly escaped death, it was only natural that he would be a bit disheveled. So she didn't bother to hold it against him, but instead hugged him and said, "Let's go eat."

  "Hmm." Meteor nodded, responding as he hugged Feng Ao Tian's neck tightly, not letting go for a moment.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him with this expression and thought of Nan Hui Huang, who must be furious at the moment, feeling quite pleased in his heart.

  Meteor lowered his head, looking at Feng Ao Tian's mouth with a shallow smile, and quickly turned his head, ignoring her. However, he still held onto her neck, until he saw the delicious food on the table, immediately revealing a smiling expression. Nevertheless, he continued to hold onto Feng Ao Tian without letting go.

  Feng Ao Tian sat down with him in his arms and said, "Eat."

  Liuxing sniffled and then picked up the bowl and chopsticks, eating with big mouthfuls, not caring about Feng Ao Tian and Ye Mei Hui.

  Ye Mei Xi looked at him and then turned to Feng Ao Tian, "Sir, do you think the Emperor of Nan Hui will suspect that it was someone sent by Ye Mei Xi?"

  Feng Ao Tian looked at Liuxing and said, "Who would have believed that a little devil like you could have such great abilities."

  Digression

  Hehe...... Here comes the second update, la la la......