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It was daytime now, and sunlight came in from the window and fell on Jiang Qiying's face.
He tilted his head slightly, watching the woman in front of him approach in the dazzling light, her warm breath falling on the side of his face.
Jiang Zhaoyue held his face, a smile on her face, and praised him in his hazy eyes, "Senior Brother, you are so good."
Her voice was soft and gentle, like the breeze blowing across your cheek at night, soft and sweet.
At such a close distance, enveloped by her gaze, Jiang Qiying felt like a believer being led by a god, with nowhere to hide, nowhere to escape, and could only let himself sink.
But she moved away after getting closer.
Jiang Zhaoyue walked to the table and poured a cup of tea. She held the cup in her hand and handed it to Jiang Qiying.
She personally opened the bottle cap of medicine for him and held his hand holding the small bottle.
The bottle is tilted.
Jiang Zhaoyue's bright and soft gaze was like a cloud of fog, engulfing people in its gentleness.
The liquid medicine is poured out.
But she looked into Jiang Qiying's eyes.
"Brother, please make it yourself. It's up to you how much you want."
Her voice was so gentle, with a sweet and intimate tone that Jiang Qiying had never felt before.
No one can refuse Jiang Zhaoyue's tenderness, just like him at this moment.
The hand holding the medicine bottle shook, and the entire bottle of aphrodisiac poured into the teacup.
Jiang Zhaoyue chuckled softly. With a look of tenderness yet strangely cold, she praised, "Senior Brother always keeps people at a distance. He's always so distant and calm, as if nothing can shake your heart."
"But look, after you peel off that layer, you're no different from anyone else. I just gave you a bottle of medicine, but you poured it all in."
Jiang Qiying's palms were burning hot and he subconsciously looked away. He could not resist Jiang Zhaoyue's words or her gaze.
No matter what she said or what she did, he could only be forced to bear it and had no power to resist.
The cup of tea was brought to his lips.
Jiang Zhaoyue's voice sounded with some command, completely peeling off the mask of gentleness.
She looked down at him, pinching his chin with her jade-like fingertips, forcing his gaze back.
"Drink it, Brother Jiang, and please me."
She poured the tea and Jiang Qiying had no time to swallow it.
A little bit of orange-red tea slid down the corner of his lips and stained his collar.
With the liquid rolling in his throat, Jiang Zhaoyue watched him swallow most of the tea before putting down the teacup. Like a hunter with bared fangs, his eyes were filled with heat and he made no effort to hide his excitement.
Jiang Qiying should have noticed her difference at this moment.
He should have known that she was not the gentle, considerate, simple and kind Sister Jiang he remembered.
But he didn't know whether it was because the drug in his body took effect too quickly, or because the situation before him made him sink into depravity, even though the woman in front of him looked different from usual.
He still couldn't help but long to be close to her.
It seemed that gentleness, kindness and simplicity were no longer his judgement of his love for Jiang Zhaoyue.
Dryness seems to arise from within.
Accompanied by hot thoughts and desires.
He felt his thoughts sink into a bottomless sea, and only unfamiliar impulses dominated his instincts.
Jiang Qiying's face flushed red, and he began to make unclear sounds from his throat, with some panting.
"Junior sister..."
He couldn't help but put his hand on hers, lingering on the coolness, and praying to the gods for favor.
Jiang Zhaoyue whispered in his ear: "Please beg me."
"Please, Junior Sister."
The man who used to be cold and distant was now like a prisoner trapped in a cage. His eyes were blurred and unbearable gasps came from his throat, but he could only beg her.
"Junior sister, help me, I feel a little uncomfortable..."
The smile on Jiang Zhaoyue's face widened until it spread to the corners of his eyebrows and eyes.
She gently stroked Jiang Qiying's face and let him put his hand on her body.
His clothes became disheveled during the movement.
He didn't know what he wanted, he only knew that the woman in front of him was his only salvation and the spring that quenched his thirst.
Just as he was about to move her hand down, Jiang Zhaoyue suddenly pulled out his hand.
She took a step back, away from him, with a contemptuous, condescending smile.
Smoothing out the slightly messy corners of her sleeves, Jiang Zhaoyue looked at him quietly, seeing his disheveled clothes and the lust in his eyes. Her voice was gentle, but her words were cold: "Brother, I can't help you."
"If you want, come on your own."
Jiang Qiying followed her figure. Even though he was being treated badly at the moment, he still did not feel any resentment. He just instinctively and sincerely wanted to gain her affection.
He wants more.
The heat in his body grew stronger and stronger, almost swallowing up his sanity.
Jiang Qiying's face was flushed, and she felt that the shame in her heart could no longer be hidden under her gaze.
But he still had some sanity left. He clutched his clothes tightly and uttered a low, shameful voice between gasps: "Junior sister, don't, don't look at me like that."
"But Senior Brother is very handsome."
Jiang Zhaoyue was still standing one step away from him, neither too far nor too close so that he could not reach out and touch her, but he could still see his reaction clearly.
Her eyes, tinged with a smile, swept over his lower body. In Jiang Qiying's extreme shame, she lightly touched the corner of her lips and whispered like a devil: "Brother, look how excited you are. Don't you want to make me happy? Do it for me."
"No……"
Jiang Qiying resisted the heat and bit his lips tightly. His upbringing made it impossible for him to agree to Jiang Zhaoyue's words. Taking the aphrodisiac in front of her was the most outrageous and rebellious thing he had ever done.
Not to mention in front of her...
He couldn't do it, there was no way he could do it.
"But I like my senior brother very much, I want to see him."
"Don't, don't do this, Junior Sister..."
Jiang Qiying couldn't help but bend down to hide his appearance, because the drug was too much, so it took him twelve points of restraint to restrain himself from making a fool of himself in front of her.
Jiang Zhaoyue was still not going to let him go.
"Brother, you just said you were willing to do anything for me. Did you lie to me?"
"No, I didn't lie to Junior Sister."
Jiang Qiying couldn't help but make an unbearable sound, but she reacted the next moment and bit her lips tightly.
"I'm willing to do anything for my junior sister, but, but this matter..."
Jiang Zhaoyue wanted to say something else, but suddenly heard the sound of footsteps approaching outside the house, from far away to near, followed by a clear young boy's voice.
"Senior Sister."
In front of her, Jiang Qiying, whose face was flushed and he was gritting his teeth to resist the burning fire, turned pale. Before she could say the next word, he had already rushed under her bed.
Jiang Zhaoyue: "..."
She smiled helplessly, but was not angry. After all, delicacies need to be savored slowly to appreciate their delicate flavor.
There was a knock on the door, and the young man's voice rang out again: "Can I come in, Senior Sister?"
Jiang Zhaoyue sat down on the chair where Jiang Qiying had just sat and said casually, "Come in."
The one who pushed the door open was Chu Jinhe.
His face showed the youthful spirit and some grievance. He walked a few steps to Jiang Zhaoyue and looked at her pitifully.
"Senior Sister, you came to Qiling Xianzong without me. I asked many people before I knew you were here. Don't you want Jinhe anymore?"
"Of course not."
Jiang Zhaoyue casually said something to comfort him, and then said: "I came here because of Master's arrangement. You are staying well in Yunmiao Immortal Sect, why are you coming here?"
"Jinhe just wants to be with Senior Sister."
Chu Jinhe looked even more aggrieved and started to act coquettishly towards her again.
"Senior Sister promised me that even if she was with Senior Brother Jiang in the future, she would not abandon Jin He. Besides, Senior Sister is not with Senior Brother Jiang yet."
After that, he complained again: "Senior Brother Luo always bullies me. When Senior Sister is not around, he scolds me. He says I am a waste that no one wants. Senior Sister, he is so uneducated."
Jiang Zhaoyue believed what he said, but she didn't delve into it. She just smiled and said, "Why don't you scold him next time?"
Seeing that complaining didn't get the desired effect, Chu Jinhe nodded vigorously and immediately changed the subject: "What about Senior Brother Jiang? Senior Sister came to Qiling Xianzong this time, is it Senior Brother Jiang..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly frowned, and his pure and innocent eyes suddenly became a little sinister and cold.
Looking around, Chu Jinhe half-pressed her brows and asked tentatively, "Senior Sister, do you have any other guests?"
The barely audible gasps under the bed suddenly stopped.
Jiang Zhaoyue was not nervous at all, and did not feel embarrassed at all about having her secret exposed. She looked at Chu Jinhe with a smile, casually poured a cup of tea and brought it to her lips.
"What kind of guests do you think I should have?"
Chu Jinhe quickly put away the coldness in his eyes and leaned close to her, apologizing pitifully: "I'm sorry, Senior Sister, I didn't mean that. Even if Senior Sister has other guests, Jinhe doesn't care. I just want Senior Sister to be happy. As long as Senior Sister is happy, Jinhe can do anything."
He almost had the words "I'm willing to be a mistress" written on his face.
Seeing that Jiang Zhaoyue just raised his glass but didn't say anything, he turned his eyes slightly and pretended to pull his belt casually, causing the collar on his chest to loosen a little.
Although he is only seventeen or eighteen years old, Chu Jinhe has lost his boyish innocence and is only left with the vitality of a young man because of his excellent talent in Taoism.
His already handsome face and body showed a youthful vigor.
He opened his collar a little, half-knelt in front of Jiang Zhaoyue, and looked up at her.
The tone added a touch of charm and seduction.
Chu Jinhe took something out of the ring and handed it to her.
"Senior sister, can you please help me take care of it? Jinhe only wants to be your puppy."
In his hand was a metal collar with a thin chain at the end. It looked more like a human leash than a dog leash.
It was obvious that Chu Jinhe had specifically gone to learn about it and even made some "gadgets" by himself.
He couldn't wait to get the favor of his senior sister, even if it was just for a moment.
Jiang Zhaoyue finally put down the teacup in her hand. She hooked the thin chain at the end of the necklace with her little finger, and the metallic color shone brightly in the sunlight.
In Chu Jinhe's extremely expectant eyes, she just glanced at him, with no emotion in her eyes.
Jiang Zhaoyue put down the thin chain, stroked his face with a smile, her half-closed eyes like a god pitying the world, there was pity and closeness in them, but not the affection of a lover.
"Jinhe," she said, "Don't cross the line I've drawn for you. You know what you should and shouldn't do."
Chu Jinhe had a smile of anticipation frozen on her face.
His eyes dimmed little by little, and he gripped the collar tightly, his eyes full of unwillingness.
For the first time, he didn't pretend to be obedient or pitiful. He just asked her with red eyes: "Senior Sister, why can Senior Brother Jiang do it, but I can't? I won't compete with Senior Brother Jiang. I just want Senior Sister to love me too."
That fragile and dependent look was enough to make every woman in the world pity him.
But Jiang Zhaoyue didn't.
She still looked at him with that compassionate yet doting gaze, tender yet ruthless. She smiled and said, "Wouldn't it be nice to be my junior apprentice? I will tolerate you unconditionally, Jinhe. Isn't this what you want?"
"I don't want to!"
Chu Jinhe's tone became excited. He took a step on his knees, got closer to her, and put his arms around her legs. His eyes were full of pleading: "I don't want to be Senior Sister's junior brother forever. I want to be with Senior Sister. I want Senior Sister to love me, just like she does to Senior Brother Jiang."
But Jiang Zhaoyue did not answer him.
She just patted his shoulder, her tone gentle and emotionless: "Okay, get up."
"Senior Sister!"
A flash of jealousy flashed across Chu Jinhe's eyes. Seeing Jiang Zhaoyue look away and no longer looking at him, the darkness in his eyes grew darker. He suddenly stood up and walked to the bed behind the screen.
With a hint of sneer, Chu Jinhe pushed open the screen, and his voice became a little colder.
"Even the aloof and untainted Senior Brother Jiang will have his day when he offers himself to his wife. I wonder what the difference is between you and me."
Logically speaking, with his level of cultivation, he should not be able to hear the breathing that Jiang Qiying deliberately concealed.
But the medicine was so effective that Chu Jinhe noticed some movement in a hurry. In addition, this was the Qi Ling Xian Sect, so he guessed who was under the bed almost instantly.
He was too scared, afraid that his senior sister would never want him again, so he wanted to seduce her.
But even so, Jiang Zhaoyue remained unshaken.
Under such circumstances, Chu Jinhe could no longer suppress his jealousy and hatred towards Jiang Qiying, and could not even say a compliment to Mask.
If only there was no such person as Jiang Qiying in this world, Senior Sister would belong to him forever.
There was total silence under the bed, even the sound of breathing had disappeared.
Jiang Zhaoyue still sat upright in the chair, watching all this with a smile on her face. She did not stop Chu Jinhe, nor did she agree to him.
Not until the silence lasted a long time did she slowly get up and walk to the bed.
Without revealing the answer to the mystery, she simply stopped Chu Jinhe and said calmly, "You should go back, Jinhe."
For the first time, Chu Jinhe did not obey her order immediately. She just stared at the bottom of the bed. If eyes could crush bones and scatter ashes, the man hiding inside would probably have died a thousand times.
"Ima River."
Her voice sounded again, this time with a hint of coldness.
Chu Jinhe bit her lower lip, lowered her eyebrows again, and when she raised them again, she had returned to her previous aggrieved look.
He carefully held the corner of Jiang Zhaoyue's sleeve.
"Don't be angry with me, Senior Sister. I will always be your most obedient junior brother."
After saying that, without waiting for Jiang Zhaoyue to do anything, he carefully put the collar around his neck with wet eyes.
Jiang Zhaoyue didn't hold the end of the chain, so he could only hold it himself pitifully. He covered it a little with his collar, and then said dejectedly: "I'm going back, Senior Sister."
It looks just like a poor little dog.
Jiang Zhaoyue finally softened her heart, touched the top of his head, and soothed him softly: "Alright, alright, why would I not want you? You go back first, okay? Senior Sister will be back soon."
"good."
Chu Jinhe nodded with a nasal tone, and finally looked under the bed with hatred, but left unwillingly.
No matter how unwilling I am, it cannot compare to Jiang Zhaoyue's love for me.
After he left, Jiang Zhaoyue walked to the bed and tapped the wooden edge with her fingers.
"Brother Jiang, you can come out now."
But there was silence under the bed and no one came out for a long time.
Jiang Zhaoyue had no choice but to squat down and look under the bed with his body and head tilted.
Jiang Qiying was curled up in the innermost part, with his exposed skin still very red. It was obvious that the drug was taking a strong effect, but his face was dazed, and he felt as if his heart had died.
He is different from Luo Huaiyin and Chu Jinhe.
After Senior Brother Luo was injected with the drug, apart from his face turning red and his heart beating fast sometimes, there was basically no effect. If it were Chu Jinhe, he would probably be more than happy to do so.
But Jiang Qiying is different from them all.
Although Sect Leader Qi Ling has a high level of cultivation, his teachings to his disciples are very ordinary. He only knows to tell his disciples to be pure, to break everything with force, and to do everything in an upright manner.
As a result, Jiang Qiying was obsessed with practicing Taoism, had a high level of cultivation, and a strong character, but was very simple in these aspects.
Taking the lust potion in front of Jiang Zhaoyue was the most unorthodox thing he had ever done. It was like being bewitched, and it had subverted him and made him afraid to face the situation. Now, someone had caught him doing this.
His shame made it impossible for him to face himself, let alone Jiang Zhaoyue.
Jiang Zhaoyue likes his simplicity.
People are always more tolerant towards the ones they like.
With a smile on her face, she simply sat down on the edge of the bed with her back to Jiang Qiying who was under the bed.
After sitting quietly for a while, she spoke gently.
"Brother, are you really not going to come out? I'm going to feel really bad if I hold it in."
An uncontrollable low moan escaped from under the bed behind him.
After a while, a low voice was heard.
A little stuffy.
"Junior sister, I, I am too embarrassed to see you."
"How could that be?"
Jiang Zhaoyue smiled softly, "I really like the shy look of Senior Brother. Don't you want me to see it again?"
Maybe her tone was too gentle.
After a brief silence, Jiang Qiying poked her head out from under the bed.
He still didn't dare to look at Jiang Zhaoyue.
After coming out, he just turned his back to her, sat on the edge of the bed with his knees hugged, and half of his face buried in his arms.
Jiang Zhaoyue turned sideways to look at him, and only saw his blood-red earlobe, and if she listened carefully, she could hear a slight gasp.
"Senior Brother."
She placed her hand on his shoulder and felt the man in front of her stiffen, but he did not dodge.
With her beautiful eyebrows and eyes close to his face, Jiang Zhaoyue hugged him from behind, breathing on his neck.
She leaned on his shoulder gently and tenderly, as if seducing a demon.
"Brother, let me help you."
She put her hand into his arm, touched his hot cheek, trembling lips and breath, and down to his neck and collarbone with exposed veins.
Jiang Qiying's breathing became rapid at some point.
The warm sunlight beside them shines on the two of them, quietly, secretly, and intensely.
…
Chu Jinhe's face was cold when he returned to Yunmiao Immortal Sect. The thin chain in his hand almost rubbed his palm, but he didn't feel any pain at all.
He ignored the slightly surprised looks of others along the way, paused briefly at the mountain gate, and suddenly changed direction, heading towards the area where the second-generation disciples lived.
The snow cherries fluttered out of the yard, landed on the path, and were stepped on by Chu Jinhe.
He ignored the beautiful scenery in front of him, and just knocked hard on the door of Luo Huaiyin's yard with a cold face.
When he knocked for the third time, the door opened.
In the octagonal pavilion, Luo Huaiyin, two fellow apprentices, and one sister were sipping tea. Seeing him approach, they didn't even glance at him, but simply said without emotion, "Jiang Zhaoyue isn't here, and you dare come to my yard alone and bark like a dog?"
Instead, two junior brothers and one junior sister looked at Chu Jinhe, and then revealed indescribable looks.
It was nothing, Chu Jinhe's collar was open, and the collar around his neck was too obvious, and he probably had no intention of covering it up.
He didn't come to Luo Huaiyin today to talk nonsense.
For the first time, Chu Jinhe didn't chat with him. Instead, he said coldly, "Do you know who Senior Sister is with in Qiling Xianzong?"
Luo Huaiyin paused for a moment as he raised his glass, then replied without any emotion: "What does it have to do with me? Did you come here just to talk nonsense?"
"She is with Jiang Qiying."
Chu Jinhe held the thin chain, not caring about the presence of outsiders, and spoke directly: "I deliberately seduced her, but she didn't even look at me. She only cared about Jiang Qiying. Jiang Qiying, that bitch, offered herself to me. Shamelessly, she took advantage of no one to secretly seduce Senior Sister!"
The three people nearby opened their mouths wide, and for a moment they didn't know whether they should listen to the gossip or not.
Luo Huaiyin's indifferent expression finally froze for a moment. He turned his head to look at Chu Jinhe with the same tone.
"What does this have to do with me? Why should I care who Jiang Zhaoyue wants to be with or who seduces her?"
Chu Jinhe laughed when he heard this.
He chuckled, his cold voice taking on a mocking sneer.
"I came to see you today because Senior Sister likes Jiang Qiying more than you. If you really don't care about it, then you can just pretend that I haven't been here today and let him and Senior Sister get closer in Qiling Xianzong. You don't care anyway."
Luo Huaiyin's expression did not change, but the porcelain cup in his hand suddenly broke into several pieces. The dim tea flowed down his palm and wet the hem of his clothes.
The three people nearby were startled.
But after a period of silence, he finally looked up and looked at Chu Jinhe.
"Then you came to me, do you want me to stop it? That's the Qiling Immortal Sect."
Chu Jinhe's thinking was very clear.
"The Qiling Xianzong's Spirit Cleansing Pool is about to open. There won't be many spots available, so I may not be able to get one, but you will definitely have one. I can't stay in the Qiling Xianzong for too long now, so you should find a way to stay there when the time comes. At least don't let them get close to you."
Luo Huaiyin listened quietly, a smile appearing on the corner of his lips.
He took another cup, watched the tea roll around in it, and then spoke slowly:
"You are infatuated with Jiang Zhaoyue and jealous of Jiang Qiying, wishing to eat his flesh and blood. But you are too naive to want to use me. Since you are a dog, you should be a good one. It is not a good habit to covet your master. Go away, otherwise don't say that I bullied you when Jiang Zhaoyue was not around."
Chu Jinhe looked at him coldly. After a while, he sneered and turned away.
But his goal today has been achieved.
After Chu Jinhe left, Luo Huai's smile slowly faded. He looked at the cup of tea in a daze, and did not speak for a long time.
The three people nearby didn't know whether to leave or stay, and felt very uncomfortable.
Finally, the junior sister who had taken out the female cultivator's drawing last time cleared her throat and whispered softly, "Senior Brother, Junior Brother Chu's words..."
Luo Huaiyin suddenly looked up at her, his voice flat: "It's just Jiang Zhaoyue's dog, would I care?"
The few of them exchanged glances. The younger sister thought for a moment and continued, "But I don't think Junior Brother Chu is lying. Junior Sister Jiang will be staying in the Qiling Immortal Sect for a while. She and Jiang Qiying already have feelings for each other. What if the Qiling Sect Master grants them permission to marry..."
“How can it be that fast?”
Luo Huaiyin interrupted her directly, not knowing whether he was comforting himself or refusing to admit it.
"They involve two immortal sects. If they form a bond, it's called a marriage. How could they form a bond without the Sect Master's permission? The Sect Master is in seclusion right now, and no one can disturb him."
He is clear about this.
"Regarding what Junior Brother Chu said, Senior Brother, would you like to..."
"We'll talk about it when the time comes."
Luo Huaiyin finished his words and drank a cup. After a few quiet breaths, he frowned and said, "Okay, we've finished our tea today, and we've almost finished discussing things. You can go back first."
"Yes, Brother."
The three of them bowed and left.
The snow cherry blossoms were still flying, but Luo Huaiyin was the only one left in the octagonal pavilion.
He seemed to treat the tea in the cup as wine, drinking one cup after another until he finished the last pot, and the irritability on his face did not subside.
I don’t know how long it took, but I still couldn’t get over this.
Luo Huaiyin stood up and went to the Immortal Sect's deacon's office.
"Please help me deliver a letter to the Qiling Immortal Sect and tell them that I want to see the Qiling Sect Master."
He is different from Chu Jinhe. He is not from the same school as Master Yun Miao, and Master Qi Ling is a good friend of Master Yun Miao. If he wants to go to the Qi Ling Immortal Sect, he must submit a letter first according to etiquette.
Of course, with his identity as a disciple, he probably would not be summoned to visit Master Qi Ling, but Luo Huaiyin didn't care. It was just a title, and he just wanted to find an excuse to go.
Let’s see what happened that made Chu Jinhe so angry.
As for the opening of the Soul Cleansing Pool mentioned by Chu Jinhe, we can only say that he is a useless waste. By the time that day comes, it may be too late.
Of course, Luo Huaiyin did not admit in his heart that he rushed to Qi Ling Xian Zong in order to stop Jiang Zhaoyue and Jiang Qiying. He just wanted to see what Jiang Zhaoyue wanted to do.
After all, they are old enemies.
He wanted to know everything about his old enemy.
On the side of Qi Ling Xian Zong.
In the darkness of the night where no one could see, a figure in white hurriedly left the vicinity of Chonghua Hall.
Jiang Zhaoyue was the only one left in the room, leaning against the window, quietly looking at the bright moonlight outside.
the next day.
Early in the morning, Jiang Zhaoyue heard that Luo Huaiyin came to visit and asked to see Master Qi Ling.
With his level of cultivation, Fu Lanting would not have met him, but for some reason, Master Qi Ling summoned him.
Luo Huaiyin, who was in Chonghua Palace, was also surprised.
He originally wanted to meet an elder casually and then go to find Jiang Zhaoyue to find out what happened yesterday.
As a result, Master Qi Ling came to see him in person.
A powerful person like the Supreme Master naturally cannot be treated perfunctorily.
Luo Huaiyin, feeling a bit pressured, bowed respectfully, hesitated for a moment, and ultimately did not say the excuse he had thought of before, but chose to tell the truth.
"Your Excellency, Master, I want to... want to see Junior Sister Jiang."
Lin Bozhou had specifically instructed Fu Lanting, so Fu Lanting also gave instructions to the sect when he returned.
There is unrest within the Yunmiao Immortal Sect, and they are afraid that someone will take advantage of his retreat to do something, so ordinary people cannot see her.
Yesterday, Chu Jinhe didn't need to pass on the message because he was her fellow junior fellow disciple.
But it seemed particularly strange that Luo Huaiyin came to ask for a meeting just to see Jiang Zhaoyue.
The turmoil within the Yunmiao Immortal Sect was caused by the two of them, and Luo Huaiyin was the center of this storm.
Fu Lanting tapped his fingertips on the golden sandalwood armrest, again and again, and there was no emotion on his handsome face like a god.
After Luo Huaiyin finished his request, he just looked down at the young monks below, his voice cold and tolerant of no disobedience.
"No, leave."
Luo Huaiyin didn't expect him to refuse directly. He paused for a moment, then bowed and said, "Disciple just wants to see Junior Sister Jiang, and won't do anything else unnecessary."
"I have said that I will not allow it."
Luo Huaiyin's eyes darkened slightly, but the person in front of him was the head of an immortal sect, so he didn't dare show his anger. He could only compromise and speak again.
"I heard that Junior Sister Jiang and Junior Brother Jiang Qiying are in love and have been very close lately. I wonder if something good is about to happen?"
This is what Luo Huaiyin really wants to ask.
Although he told Chu Jinhe yesterday that without the consent of Sect Leader Yun Miao, the marriage between the two sects could not be finalized so quickly, no one knew whether Sect Leader Yun Miao had said anything before he went into seclusion, and whether he had agreed. After all, he entrusted his disciples to Sect Leader Qi Ling.
It was like an omen.
However, Fu Lanting's eyebrows twitched slightly when he heard his words.
He suddenly asked, "Who told you that?"
There was no fluctuation in his tone, and no emotion could be heard.
Luo Huaiyin couldn't figure out the intentions of this supreme being, so he only vaguely said, "Junior Brother Chu came to see Junior Sister Jiang yesterday, and he seemed to have seen Junior Brother Jiang."
Fu Lanting asked him again: "When?"
"About... afternoon."
Seeing that he didn't ask any more questions, Luo Huaiyin gritted his teeth and said, "Disciple just wants to say a few words to Junior Sister Jiang. I hope Master Master will agree."
Fu Lanting didn't want to pay any more attention to him. After all, Jiang Qiying and Jiang Zhaoyue met again under his nose, and something more important might have happened. But when he raised his eyes, he suddenly saw Luo Huaiyin's somewhat gloomy eyes and a hidden expression on his face.
This reminded him of Jiang Qiying.
Fu Lanting was very familiar with this expression.
Not knowing it, or knowing it but deceiving yourself.
He frowned and spoke in silence: "Do you like Jiang Zhaoyue too?"
Luo Huaiyin was startled by his question and subconsciously retorted: "No."
But he soon realized that this would only make things more obvious, so he calmed down, bowed, and said, "Master, you are joking. I am just concerned about my fellow junior sister."
Fu Lanting did not respond.
After staring for a while, a voice came from the platform.
Still cold and intolerant of disobedience.
"I do not allow this. Withdraw."
For the most powerful person, there won’t be a fourth time, otherwise he will have to stay today.
Luo Huaiyin's eyes were gloomy, and his hands tightened, but he was powerless to resist, so he could only say in a deep voice: "Disciple, I'll take my leave."
Jiang Qiying's master is as disgusting as Jiang Qiying.
After he left, Fu Lanting frowned and thought for a while, then stood up and disappeared from the throne.
In just a few breaths, Jiang Zhaoyue, who was sitting by the window leisurely basking in the sun, saw him.
At first glance, her eyes seemed to bloom with surprise, and her voice was filled with joy.
"Master, you came to see me secretly again. I'm so happy."
Fu Lanting immediately pulled her away from the window and into the room, closed the window, and set up a formation to prevent prying eyes. Then he turned around and spoke to her: "Speak more quietly, is it glorious? Do you want everyone to know?"
"yes."
Jiang Zhaoyue answered without hesitation, followed his force and left the window, sitting down beside the bed.
"Master, don't you like this sneaky feeling? You actually came to me today."
"I'm not here to do anything shameful with you." Fu Lanting sat down on the chair opposite her. "Let me ask you, did you meet Jiang Qiying again yesterday?"
"Yes, Senior Brother Jiang came to see me."
Jiang Zhaoyue didn't even think about hiding it from him. She smiled as she glanced at his face and then looked down.
"In the chair you're sitting on now..."
Fu Lanting stood up from his chair immediately as if he had been scalded. There was a hint of surprise and anger in his eyes.
"What did you do?"
Without waiting for Jiang Zhaoyue to answer, he appeared beside her in an instant and grabbed her shoulders.
After carefully examining it for a moment, his brows relaxed a little.
Then he warned her: "Don't let me know what you did to Jiang Qiying behind my back."
"Oh?" Jiang Zhaoyue looked at him with interest: "Do you mean to do it in front of you? But I'm afraid Brother won't be able to bear it."
"Don't misinterpret my words."
Fu Lanting looked at her coldly, as if he was looking at a seductress who seduced decent women and men.
"Tell me everything you said to him yesterday. Don't leave out a single word."
"Do you really want to listen?" Jiang Zhaoyue leaned on the bed, a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes, but unfortunately Fu Lanting didn't catch it.
"explain."
"All right."
Jiang Zhaoyue straightened up, folded her fingers at her waist, stood up from the bed with a smile on her face, and walked to the chair.
She pointed at the chair and said concisely: "On this chair, my senior brother said he was willing to do anything for me, and then I took out a bottle of lust potion..."
"etc."
Fu Lanting pressed his brows, and heard a faint red rising in his ears when he heard this thing.
He endured the pain and asked, "Did you drug Qiying?"
"Uncle Master, why are you accusing me so unfairly?"
Jiang Zhaoyue opened her eyes wide and looked at him aggrievedly: "I just took out the medicine, and it was Senior Brother Jiang who drank it himself. He drank the whole bottle in one go, and I didn't have time to stop him."
"Then his medicine took effect, and I helped him..."
"Okay, stop talking."
Fu Lanting stopped her from talking, his tone suddenly quickened, and his eyes looked away.
But he had no choice whether he wanted to listen or not.
Jiang Zhaoyue walked up to him and for the first time forcefully grabbed his chin, turning his gaze towards her.
Fu Lanting was surprised and was about to push her away, but she suddenly came closer.
Jiang Zhaoyue didn't kiss him on the lips, but just moved closer, so close that she could see the faint outlines in his eyes.
"Master, what do you think of me? Can I come and go as you please?"
She smiled, but her smile was cold: "Kiss me now, quickly, otherwise the next moment the people of Qiling Xianzong will know that their leader secretly sneaked into the room of his friend's disciple. If you don't want to be disgraced, you should take the initiative to please me."
"you……"
Fu Lanting was furious, but he put a finger into his mouth to stop him from speaking.
Jiang Zhaoyue lowered her eyebrows, pressed her fingertips on the tip of his tongue, and smiled unscrupulously: "Continue."
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Author's words: Jiang Qiying: Master, Junior Sister...
Fu Lanting: How outrageous!
Chu Jinhe (red-eyed jealous version): Bitch, you are all bitches, give it to me if you have the guts!
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