Yu Qizhe vaguely guessed why Cheng Ying came. He had a blank expression on his face, as if he didn't hear Cheng Ying's ridicule.
"He's young, but his mind is ruthless and mature." Cheng Ying commented, "He gave up the good marriage with the Xue family and fell in love with the little girl Yuning. He can't be considered a smart person. Liu Yu, the old man, won't protect his own people like the Xue family and use tricks to help them climb up."
Yu Qizhe said calmly, "I don't need to worry about my marriage, Master Cheng."
Cheng Ying smiled sinisterly, "I only have Yuning as my adopted daughter, how can I not pay attention to her marriage?"
He twisted the ebony bracelet on his wrist and said with a little regret: "I originally had my eyes on the young Marquis Gu Yun of Annan Marquis's Mansion. Although his father, Annan Marquis, is not smart enough, Gu Yun does have some advantages. He is good at martial arts, has a pure heart, and his heart and eyes are full of Yu Ning. The two of them are barely a good match."
Yu Qizhe lowered his eyelids, and an undercurrent of emotion flashed across his pupils uncontrollably, but he hid it in just a moment.
Seeing that Yu Qizhe remained silent, Cheng Ying sneered and mocked: "What are you trying to do by trying every means to marry that girl Yuning? You can't be like the young Marquis Gu who loves Yuning?" Instead of trying to curry favor with the Xue family, she went to ask Emperor Mingzheng to grant her marriage to that ungrateful bastard. Cheng Ying almost suspected that Yu Qizhe knew the girl's background. If that was true, he really underestimated Yu Qizhe.
Yu Qizhe slightly raised his head and looked directly at Cheng Ying. His dark pupils were focused on the ebony Buddhist beads on Cheng Ying's wrist. He said slowly, "I do admire Miss Liu San. Doesn't the seal holder know that I had an engagement with her when we were in Qingyu Village?"
Cheng Ying's movement of twisting the bracelet froze for a moment, then returned to normal. He smiled and said, "Should I know this?"
Cheng Ying thought about it and it seemed to be true. When he was in the Fahua Temple, his subordinates seemed to have said that the little girl was sold to the Yu family by Meng Qingyun's wife to bring good luck to Yu Qizhe and also to help Yu Qizhe detoxify the poison in his body.
"I do remember that girl climbed into your cousin's bed. Is that true?" Cheng Ying asked calmly, as if she didn't realize what she said was unpleasant.
Yu Qizhe's face darkened slightly, and the corners of his lips were pursed into a cold straight line, "It's just nonsense. It seems that the East Factory's servants should be disciplined. They dare to present even nonsensical rumors to the Chief Seal to fool him." He changed his tone, his eyes sharp, "I heard that the Chief Seal had recuperated in the Fahua Temple. I wonder if he still remembers Master Huijue?"
Cheng Ying narrowed his narrow and long phoenix eyes, and a dangerous smile emerged on his handsome face, "Fahua Temple, that's a really bad memory." Thinking of being tricked by Zhang Daoling to go to Fahua Temple and wait for ten years, Cheng Ying's handsome face was suddenly covered with a gloomy look.
As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Ying raised his hand and a fierce palm wind attacked Yu Qizhe.
Yu Qizhe reacted very quickly. Since Cheng Ying had come to Zhaoyu tonight, he had never let his guard down, so he was able to nimbly sidestep the sudden palm strike.
"Let me see if you have made any progress over the years!" As he spoke, Cheng Ying was already in front of him. The candlelight behind the rack flickered, and two figures on the wall were fighting back and forth, very intensely.
The palms blew up gusts of wind, blowing out several candles.
Yu Qizhe's martial arts were all taught by Huijue, no, it should be said that he was taught by Cheng Ying. Back then, he was not as good as Lu Jin in martial arts, let alone Cheng Ying who taught him martial arts.
In addition, after the detoxification, his martial arts only recovered about 60% to 70%. After barely holding on for three moves, Yu Qizhe was already at a disadvantage. His elbow was hit by a fierce palm, and then he was kicked in the chest by Cheng Ying. Yu Qizhe groaned, and his body retreated straight to the damp and cold wall of Zhaoyu, kneeling on one knee and struggling to support himself, with a trace of blood at the corner of his lips.
Cheng Ying looked down at Yu Qizhe's embarrassed appearance and said with a sigh, "Do you think Yuning would still be willing to marry you if she saw you in such a weak state?"
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