Chapter 53 Scolding me is far more effective than scolding him…
These days, Chu Fengliu has been unusually quiet. Even when the Demon Realm attacked his doorstep, he didn't go out to fight.
Including today, this is the second time.
Moreover, on both occasions, Yao Jin detected a faint medicinal scent on him.
Yao Jin's eyes darkened instantly. She drew a soft whip from her waist and lightly smacked Chu Fengliu's face. "Hmm, that's not untrue. But you'd better think this way: if I discover you've harbored any disloyalty towards Father..."
This whip was made by Yao Jin himself after he came of age. He put a lot of effort into it. Not only is the whip body shiny and lustrous, but even the handle is inlaid with gemstones, each one very beautiful.
But while it was beautiful, it was also very aggressive. Now, the whip lightly lashed Chu Fengliu's face, and the sharp edges of the gemstone left several red marks on his face. The marks were painful and left little by little on Chu Fengliu's cheeks. Chu Fengliu licked his teeth through his cheeks, but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He cannot reveal that he has no magical powers. If he does, not only will his former enemies tear him apart, but even the Demon King will not allow him to remain in this position.
Fortunately, there were some minor mishaps, but they went unnoticed.
"How dare I harbor any disloyalty towards the Demon King? Don't you understand my intentions?" Chu Fengliu was not angry at this almost humiliating attitude. Instead, he readily licked his face and moved closer to touch the whip.
As soon as he finished speaking, a crisp cracking sound was heard.
He stopped shaking the golden whip and looked towards the door.
Chu Fengliu, who was kneeling on one knee, also turned around. His back was to Yao Jin, and his two white tiger teeth were showing because of his sweet smile. He hadn't retracted them yet. When he saw Meng Ji, his smile not only didn't disappear, but it widened even more.
Meng Ji stared intently at the obsequious face. After a moment, he released his grip on the doorframe. When he looked up, his expression was completely normal.
Meng Ji lifted a corner of her robe and walked over with a smile. As she passed Chu Fengliu, she suddenly let go of his hand. "Miss, are you training a dog?"
Her robes fluttered, concealing her long, straight legs, leaving only dust billowing from the ground and landing on Chu Fengliu's face.
"Cough cough cough cough cough." Dust settled on Chu Fengliu's tiger teeth, and his expression changed drastically in an instant as he began to cough incessantly.
Meng Ji didn't even spare him a glance. He stood between the two, separating Chu Fengliu. He stood there firmly, forcing Chu Fengliu to retreat. But just as Chu Fengliu regained his footing, Meng Ji leaned down slightly and looked directly at Yao Jin, saying, "Miss, scold him instead of me. I'm much more useful than him."
Chu Fengliu was completely squeezed out of this small circle, his face still showing an extremely disheveled expression. But looking at his standing legs, he was so angry that he didn't dare to utter a single word.
Ignoring Chu Fengliu's extremely unpleasant expression, Meng Ji's role was indeed significant.
He can wash his hands to make money and cook soup, and he can also highlight the key points in scrolls of documents.
Those documents belong to the demons who have been vying for the position of Demon General recently. The Demon Realm needs to know the background of the generals they are looking for.
Late at night, Meng Ji compared the true forms and habits of these demons. In no time, he had listed and marked the merits and demerits of each demon, making it easy for anyone to understand.
Meng Ji has been handling matters of the immortal sects for hundreds of years, so he should be quite adept at selecting people now.
But he felt that he hadn't done enough or done well enough, otherwise why would his wife have gone to such lengths to ask someone else for help?
In just one glance during the day, he could tell that Chu Fengliu had also returned. Did he not know what Chu Fengliu was thinking?
Is he being treated like a dog, wagging his tail and begging for mercy? Does he think he's dead?
Thinking this, Meng Ji's eyes darkened. He picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, but when he got to the scroll, he suddenly stuck the tip of the brush into the bamboo slip.
The soft tip of the pen split open instantly, piercing right through the thick bamboo or wooden slab.
The notes he had painstakingly made were instantly shattered, but facing the broken bamboo pieces scattered on the ground, Meng Ji chuckled. A moment later, he took out a piece of paper from his pocket—the letter he had never opened in the secret realm.
There should actually be two copies, but he had already burned the other one. The divorce letter left by his wife was written in a hurry and was obviously not written sincerely, so he didn't care.
The remaining piece of paper was Xiaoyun's tearful work. Every word and sentence described the crimes the Immortal Sect had committed against his wife. He had worked for the Immortal Sect, yet they used the excuse of doing what was best for him to stop investigating the cause of his wife's death. One can only imagine how much injustice his wife had suffered in places he couldn't see.
He was certain that the lady didn't really want to kill him.
But the culprit who caused her to lose heart and become disillusioned was his own mother.
It's as absurd as it is, but as absurd as it is, it's also as real as it is.
The wind outside was howling fiercely, like a demon roaring with its mouth agape. The door was rattling loudly, then suddenly stopped. This scene repeated itself over and over again.
With the sound of the wind, Meng Ji folded the paper again, every crease on it was neat and straight, as if it had been cut with a knife, and the edges were as sharp as blades due to hundreds of folds.
The sharpness was smoothed out, like a burr being flattened, but unsurprisingly, or perhaps expectedly, it still cut the finger.
Meng Ji stared quietly at the bloodstain, a smile playing on his lips.
*
A few days later, the Demon Realm finally selected another Demon General to replace Po Jun.
The gathering of demon generals is a grand event, and the Demon King will also appear tonight.
These past few days have been peaceful, and Meng Ji has been living a very regular life. He gets up as soon as it's light, either reading books or brewing a pot of tea and sitting there. He goes to bed to rest at a fixed time in the evening. Yao Jinbai checked on him several times but couldn't see anything unusual. Chunqing, who took over the watch with him, also said there was nothing wrong.
Chunqing also scolded Yaojin for being so reckless, not even noticing that his door frame was broken.
The door had only been replaced not long ago, and it broke again so quickly. Yao Jin felt that the magic craftsmen had been cutting corners lately, and had only asked the magic servants to replace it with a better one.
After a while, the door frame was replaced with a new one. Over the past few days, Yao Jin gradually lowered her guard, so when the Night Demon King came out, she asked Meng Ji to go with her.
Putting aside their identities, Meng Ji's actions were unexpectedly in line with her wishes. If her eyes lingered on him for even a moment, he would pick out her favorite dish from among many others.
Of course, he didn't blindly follow his own will. At least when Yao Jin wanted to drink the first cup of Hundred Flowers Wine, he pursed his lips slightly and moved the pot of wine a little further away, saying, "The wine is strong, and drinking too much is not good."
Yao Jin looked up in surprise. Accustomed to being indulged, she suddenly lost face upon hearing these words. However, she was not a good-natured person. If others did not allow it, she would become even more rebellious.
He immediately slammed his hand on the table and said, "I want to drink more."
Although this wine is named "Hundred Flowers Brew," it is indeed very strong. Moreover, a large amount of fresh flowers have been added to the wine to mask its harsh taste, making it taste better than ordinary wine, which makes it easy to overindulge.
My spleen and stomach are delicate, and I have experienced abdominal pain from consuming too much cold food before, so three cups is my limit.
Meng Ji didn't agree and put the wine further away to prevent her from reaching for it.
Chu Fengliu smiled upon seeing this, brought over the wine from his table, and sat down next to Yao Jin. "Come on, live in the moment, drink whenever you want."
This demeanor is comparable to that of a sycophantic concubine who obeys the king, with no one refusing her.
Yao Jin was instantly amused. She raised her head and gestured for Chu Fengliu to pour the wine. Chu Fengliu also smiled and raised his eyebrows slightly. Behind his back, he gave Meng Ji a provocative side profile, picked up the wine pot, and poured it out.
The water flowed like a torrent. Unlike grain-based liquor, the Hundred Flowers Brew was clear enough to reflect people's images. Amidst the clinking of glasses, the young man's face was thus captured in the clear water.
Her lips were a rosy pink, neither too pale nor too bright, and even their shape was flawless. They were thin, yet they were pressed tightly together.
In that instant, Yao Jin seemed to feel that he could utter some admonitory words at any moment.
But why would you think that way?
Yao Jin felt a bit absurd, but before she could think about it, the clear water flow suddenly stopped, and she heard a sharp crack. The lid of the wine pot suddenly shattered, and the body of the wine pot cracked into tiny pieces. Then, with a bang, the wine pot exploded completely.
The porcelain shards shattered into smaller, sharper pieces in the wind, spraying out with a chilling aura and covering Chu Fengliu's body. Chu Fengliu immediately tried to shield himself with his sleeves, but when he looked up, most of his face was already covered in blood.
Chu Fengliu cursed inwardly, a surge of anger rising in his throat. His eyes were fixed on Meng Ji, and he gasped, "You did this on purpose?!"
Meng Ji's pursed lips relaxed slightly, and he said, seemingly unaware of what was happening, "Hmm? What did you say?"
Chu Fengliu became even more certain that it was him, and he gritted his teeth, "It's you, isn't it!"
Meng Ji neither said yes nor no, but simply looked at him quietly with a deep, cold expression etched into his eyes and brows.
The commotion was quite significant, drawing subtle but persistent glances from those around them. Chu Fengliu felt embarrassed by the stares and became even more certain that Chu Fengliu had done it on purpose.
A voice faintly sounded nearby, "Look, what's wrong with General Chu? It seems he's had a fight with someone?"
Another person squinted and glanced at it. "Tch, it's just a fight over the young lady. But this Demon General Chu seems to have lost his vigor today. Why didn't he punch the other one?"
"Could it be that the Demon General is afraid of the other party? This is the Demon Realm, our own territory."
The demon loved watching a good show, and with their back-and-forth banter, everyone's attention was soon drawn to them, with some even cheering and urging them on, wishing the two would start fighting immediately.
Yao Jin watched the two of them with great interest.
Meng Ji took in all these movements. The saying "a beautiful lady is sought after by a gentleman" applies to everyone, but he looked at Yao Jin with a hint of confusion. "Miss doesn't seem to be trying to hide anything?"
In the mortal world, proper young women would blush with embarrassment at the mention of marriage and men, but the lady seemed to lack this awareness.
Yao Jin didn't react at first when she heard what he said. After she realized what he meant, she rested her chin on her hand, blinked with amusement, and said, "What's there to be shy about? I've seen this scene countless times since I was a child. You're just teasing me."
Chu Fengliu, or perhaps it was him, or even the others, were no different.
Although Yao Jin was at the age of first love, she was a devil in disguise. Listening to the urging of the crowd, she even leaned back in her chair leisurely and said, "Do you still want to fight? If you don't, I won't be interested in watching anymore."
After hearing this, Meng Ji pursed his lips, trying his best to restrain himself from saying any admonishing words, and instead turned his gaze to Chu Fengliu's face, "Come here."
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