Chapter 214 Thank you, Master
"You, are you done yet?" Ye Qingyu woke up from the sweet words. He looked at Qing Yi warily, secretly worried in his heart, would this kid do it again?
"Whether it's over or not depends on your performance." Qing Yi teased, his eyes full of smiles.
"..." Ye Qingyu hesitated. He looked at Qingyi's affectionate eyes, and his heart fluttered. Finally, he slowly moved closer to Qingyi and gently rubbed his cheek.
Qing Yi's face lit up with joy. He raised his head, pecked Ye Qingyu lightly on the lips, and said, "Xiao Ye, I know you treat me well!"
"Get up." Ye Qingyu was not really angry with Qing Yi. It was just that he was just caught by someone and Qing Yi provoked him. He was too embarrassed and was just angry.
"Yeah." Qing Yi then stood up contentedly.
The two of them stood up and planned to take a bath first. Then they left the inner hall and saw Qingfeng was the only one standing there.
"Oh haha, good morning, Qingfeng!" Qingyi laughed out loud. Qingfeng was indeed reliable.
"..." Qingfeng's face was stern and he remained silent. What time was it? It was almost noon, so it was still early?
When maids Ruxue and others saw their master getting up, they hurriedly prepared toiletries.
After a busy day, it was already noon when Ye Qingyu and Qingyi took a shower and washed up.
"You have lunch first, I'll go see my father." Ye Qingyu said.
"I'll go too!" Qing Yi said immediately.
"Yeah." Ye Qingyu responded, and the two went to the front hall.
"Young Prince?" Seeing the late arriving young prince, the butler hurriedly bowed and saluted.
"Where is my father?" Ye Qingyu saw that the front hall was empty.
"The prince and two elders are having lunch in the front hall." The butler replied. What is the young prince busy with? Why is he so slow even when summoned by the prince?
"Yes." Ye Qingyu turned around and walked towards the front hall. The guard at the door saw that it was the young prince and saluted hurriedly.
Ye Qingyu also heard someone talking inside.
"Please stay a little longer! Why are you leaving after only a month?" It was the voice of the King of the Northwest.
"I'll go see your brothers and come back to stay here when I have time." The voice of the Martial Saint.
"Qingyu greets the two seniors." Ye Qingyu walked into the front hall and saluted.
"Qingyu, we are all family, no need to be polite." The Martial Saint said happily.
"Why are you here just now?" The King of the Northwest looked at his son with some dissatisfaction. Why was he becoming more and more rude? Since both the Martial Saint and the Demon Lord had requested to leave the palace, the King of the Northwest could not keep them and had to hold a farewell banquet. He had sent the butler to call Qingyu early. What had he been busy with? Why did he only come at noon?
"Father, I..." Ye Qingyu's ears turned red, and it was difficult to explain.
"Xiao Ye goes out early and comes back late. He was very tired after studying mechanical engineering and piano playing for a month. I didn't let anyone disturb him and let him sleep a little longer." Qing Yi didn't care about the King of the Northwest's expression. He explained for Ye Qingyu and took the responsibility on himself.
"It's inevitable that people who learn martial arts won't feel tired. Don't be so lazy in the future!" The King of the Northwest said sternly.
"Yes, I know I'm wrong." Ye Qingyu had no choice but to admit his mistake.
"You all should sit down and eat together. The old demon and I are about to leave, so why not have a chat together?" Wu Sheng took over the conversation to prevent Chu Lang from continuing to lecture Ye Qingyu.
"Thank you, senior." Ye Qingyu was not shy and sat down at the lower end of the table with Qingyi.
"Master, are you leaving too?" Qing Yi asked the Demon Lord curiously.
"Well, the old Taoist priest is leaving. It's boring for me to stay here." The Demon Lord took a sip of Feixia. The wine still tasted the same. It seemed that the winemaker had changed, but the craftsmanship was not lost.
"Where are you going? Are you going back to the Western Regions or continuing to follow Senior Martial Saint?"
"You little brat, do you know how to speak? What do you mean by 'follow'?" The Demon Lord glared at his disciple and scolded him.
"Hey, Master, why are you glaring at me? I just want to ask you where you are going."
"Go and stay with my apprentice for a few days." said the Demon Lord.
The King of the Northwest only then understood the Demon Lord's plan to stay with his disciple for a while. Mo Qitian was at Prince Shi's residence, right? So, didn't that mean he was going there too?
"Ah? Accompany my master? My master is in Prince Shi's Mansion?" Qing Yi was also very surprised. What did this old man mean?
"Then let's go to Prince Shi's Mansion." The Demon Lord said calmly.
"No, Master, my master doesn't need you to accompany him, right?" Qing Yi wondered how his master would feel if he knew that the Demon Lord was looking for him, but he was sure that it would not be joy.
"Why not? The old Taoist visits his disciples one by one, so why can't I?" The Demon Lord saw that the Martial Saint and the King of the Northwest had such a good relationship, and he couldn't help but feel a little jealous. They all had disciples, and what's more, his disciple Mo Qitian was a hundred times better than the little ungrateful guy, so he also had the idea of staying with his disciple for a few days and getting closer to him.
"Well, I mean, if you have something to do, just go ahead and do it. My master is in Prince Shi's Mansion, so you don't have to accompany him." Qing Yi advised kindly. If the master went, it would definitely cause trouble for the master.
"I have nothing to do and am very idle." The Demon Lord did not seem to understand Qing Yi's meaning.
Qing Yi sighed helplessly and thought to himself, should he notify his master in advance and ask him to go out and hide quickly?
"Qingyu, although you have mastered the art of playing the zither, don't be too impatient for success. The most important thing about playing the zither is a pure state of mind." The Demon Lord looked at Ye Qingyu. After a month of contact, he found that this little prince of the northwest was not as cold and aloof as he seemed, but a very wise and opinionated person.
"Yes, thank you for your guidance, Master." Ye Qingyu stood up and directly addressed the Demon Lord as Master in front of the King of the Northwest and the Martial Saint, which was equivalent to publicly acknowledging his relationship with Qing Yi.
"Hahahaha, we are all family, no need to thank me. Only by practicing diligently in the future can I realize the essence of the mental method." The Demon Lord laughed with satisfaction.
The King of the Northwest's expression changed again and again, but he held back his words. Was his son really kidnapped?
Qing Yi looked at the Northwest King's changing expressions with amusement, and thought to himself: Your son has already accepted it, what can you do?
Qing Yi stood up, picked up his wine glass, and said to Wu Sheng: "Thank you for your guidance, senior. I have benefited a lot in the past month."
The Martial Saint had tea in his cup. Seeing Qing Yi being so polite, he smiled and said, "Good boy, you're welcome. You have great talent in martial arts. You should be humble and practice diligently. You will definitely achieve something."
"Thank you, senior." Qing Yi smiled and drank it all in one gulp.
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