Chapter 41: Scheming They all just want to get your favor. ...
Fu Lanting came too quickly.
The three of them were trapped in the small stone room, and for a moment, there was an atmosphere of catching someone in adultery.
Although based on the surface relationship, no one can be considered Jiang Zhaoyue's "traitor".
Lian Yueqing's expression changed slightly, perhaps not expecting him to arrive so quickly. After a moment's silence, he calmly said, "Master Fu, you misunderstood."
"What's the misunderstanding?"
Fu Lanting's face was gloomy and filled with anger. He first pulled Jiang Zhaoyue behind him, then said with murderous intent:
"Did they misunderstand you for secretly bringing someone to this secluded place thousands of miles away? Or did they misunderstand you, the dignified headmaster, for drugging a junior? Trying to commit a crime? Lian Yueqing, I'm telling you, if you have anything to say, come at me. You're courting death."
Lian Yueqing was speechless. He looked at Jiang Zhaoyue behind Fu Lanting, but only saw her smiling, as if she was watching a good show that had nothing to do with her. She even nodded when Fu Lanting spoke, as if she agreed.
He knew that this misunderstanding could not be explained.
Although his own motives were not pure, the truth was completely different from what Fu Lanting saw.
Not to mention what he looks like now.
The two teeth marks and the messy clothes were enough to define the situation.
Facts speak louder than words.
Thinking of this, Lian Yueqing suddenly gave up her intention to explain and smiled instead:
The gentle smile revealed a sense of calmness:
"If Sect Leader Fu insists on thinking this way, I naturally have no way of arguing. So, just accept that. After all, Brother Fu is only your uncle. Does everything your nephew does need your approval? In your territory, if your nephew doesn't agree, how can I take her away?"
This is what is meant by killing someone and destroying their heart.
Fu Lanting subconsciously put all the blame on him, but Lian Yueqing wanted him to clearly see the cruelty of the truth.
Sure enough, he saw the man in front of him with trembling eyes, but he did not turn around to ask Jiang Zhaoyue.
Whether he was deceiving himself or simply didn't want to hear those affirmative answers, he remained silent for a moment before continuing in a deep voice, "Nothing you say can change the fact that your methods are despicable."
Jiang Zhaoyue was still listening to their conversation when he suddenly saw Fu Lanting turn sideways and say to him, "Zhaoyue, go back to Qiling Xianzong first."
In these simple words, he did not mention what was happening in front of him, nor did he scold or teach, but his tone revealed a sense of impending storm.
Jiang Zhaoyue glanced at the two people's faces, thought for a moment, and said, "Uncle Master, what about you?"
"I'll be back soon."
When Fu Lanting said this, there was no expression on his face, only his eyes were dark, as if all emotions were suppressed, and even his tone seemed calm.
Lian Yueqing on the opposite side restrained her smile and said nothing, only her eyes showed a hint of solemnity.
"Be good, let's go."
Fu Lanting reached out to help Jiang Zhaoyue tidy up the hair by her ears. His tone was intimate but also a bit strong. He personally sent her to the flying boat, watched her go away, and then turned around.
Jiang Zhaoyue stood on the deck of the flying boat, watching his figure disappear from his sight.
After the flying boat had been sailing for about a quarter of an hour, she saw a golden light rising in the distant sky. A huge black crack appeared in the golden light, as if a huge hole had been cut in the sky, and it was extremely hideous.
Countless powerful and profound auras suddenly rose from all directions of the Donghao World and soared upwards.
The voice was transmitted rapidly.
"What's going on?"
"Who is fighting in the Ninth Heaven?"
"Fu Lanting and Lian Yueqing? The Qiling Immortal Sect and the Jiyue Immortal Sect went to war? What happened?"
No matter what the seven major immortal sects are like internally, they all claim to be of the same blood to the outside world. At least for many years, there has not been a situation where the leaders of two sects have fought each other.
Today, the aura of the strongest permeates the sky. The weak may only see some strange visions, but the strong can sense the clear aura.
The Qi Ling Xian Zong and the Ji Yue Xian Zong also have their own friendly and close sects. If things go wrong, the war will engulf the entire Dong Hao world.
Therefore, countless powerful people, whether in seclusion or not, were awakened by this breath and were eager to know what had happened.
What could have caused the two masters to make such a big fuss?
Jiang Zhaoyue, the only person who knew about the situation, was standing on the deck of the flying boat. While sailing towards the Qi Ling Xian Sect, he looked at the hideous space crack with great interest.
"Lian Yueqing seems to be no match for Fu Lanting. How pitiful! She's about to be beaten black and blue."
The system said timidly, "Well, will anything happen? What if the Qiling Immortal Sect and the Jiyue Immortal Sect go to war..."
"Won't."
Jiang Zhaoyue's voice didn't even fluctuate at all.
She tapped her fingertips on the handrail on the deck and said slowly, "It's just men fighting. What? Haven't you seen it before?"
There was a hint of coldness in her words, but the smile on her face was gentle, leaving the system at a loss as to how to respond.
Fortunately, Jiang Zhaoyue only looked for a while and then walked down the deck.
She stretched her body, controlled the flying boat to speed up, and her tone became lively.
"Let's go, while Uncle Master is out fighting, let's go see Senior Brother Jiang. Poor guy, he hasn't received the gift from last time yet. It's quite fun to sneak around behind the elders' backs."
system:"……"
I really don’t know who is more pitiful, Fu Lanting or Lian Yueqing.
Jiang Zhaoyue did not feel any guilt in her heart, so while Fu Lanting was still here, she quickened her pace and returned to the Qi Ling Xian Sect first.
Jiang Qiying was still facing the wall.
The strong wind at the bottom of the cliff tore his clothes into tatters, revealing his snow-white skin underneath and tiny scratches on his skin.
When he saw Jiang Zhaoyue coming, he just showed a slightly fragile and calm smile.
Blocking the strong wind at the bottom of the cliff behind him, he frowned.
"Junior sister."
Jiang Zhaoyue frowned slightly, brushed the tiny bloodstains on his body, and sighed, "Master, this is too much."
"Don't blame Master."
Jiang Qiying lowered her eyes slightly, and her long eyelashes cast a dark shadow under her eyelids.
His arched brows revealed a hint of bitterness: "It is only natural for Master to punish his disciples. Junior Sister, I can only blame myself for wishful thinking."
Even as he said this, the fragility in his eyes was obvious, hard to ignore, and all he wanted was pity.
The pain in Jiang Zhaoyue's eyes deepened.
Instead, the system wondered in its mind, "No, this body-refining strong wind can't hurt him, right? Did he remove his defenses himself? That's not right. Why is there only wounds on his body and not on his face?"
Jiang Zhaoyue didn't have so many doubts. She just sighed and said to the system: "It's good that he is willing to spend time and effort on me."
“No, you…”
"Okay, little mouth, shut up."
The system was forced to mute the microphone.
As Jiang Zhaoyue's first and once favorite man, her tolerance towards Jiang Qiying is obviously unmatched by others.
He immediately took out a bottle of ointment.
She said seriously, "Brother, let me help you apply some medicine. There is still a day."
Jiang Qiying didn't refuse, but just nodded slightly, "Okay."
His slender fingers moved to his chest, perhaps because of the pain, his movements were a little slow. He opened his collar, and under Jiang Zhaoyue's scorching gaze, he slowly took off half of the tattered clothes and hung them on his arm, wanting to take them off but not being able to.
Then he bit his lower lip lightly, feeling a little shy, not daring to look at her, and only a sound as tiny as a mosquito could be heard.
"Excuse me, Junior Sister."
A smile appeared in Jiang Zhaoyue's eyes. She dipped some ointment on her white fingertips and applied it to the scratch on his chest.
The cool ointment is accompanied by slight pain and itching.
There were many scratches, and her fingers also scratched many places.
Jiang Qiying never dared to look at her. She only turned her face to the side, revealing her red earlobes and skin covered by a thin haze. The blue veins on her neck were slightly tense, showing her owner's nervousness.
Jiang Zhaoyue didn't know if it was intentional, but he painted very slowly.
When her hand passed a certain spot on his chest, she suddenly leaned in close and asked him in a gentle voice with a smile: "Brother, your face is so red, do you have a fever? But how can a cultivator get sick?"
Jiang Qiying's lips opened and closed, but no sound came out. After a few breaths, she whispered, "Junior sister, stop teasing me."
His eyelashes trembled, a fine tremor, and a slender arc, as if touching someone's heartstrings.
Jiang Zhaoyue felt a little itchy and stood on tiptoe to kiss his eyelashes.
It was a very light touch, yet that warm breath came over me.
She smiled gently, "Senior Brother, are you seducing me?"
"I……"
Jiang Qiying's eyes were flustered for a moment, but then she forced herself to calm down and wanted to say something.
Jiang Zhaoyue interrupted him.
"It's okay, I like it."
She cupped his face and kissed him softly.
"I like my senior brother very much, more than anyone else, so I like everything he does."
Jiang Qiying didn't dare to move, his whole body was frozen. After that soft touch, overlap, and departure, he let go of the breath he had been holding and couldn't help but hug the woman in front of him into his arms.
He buried his head in her shoulder, and a soft, low voice came from her ear: "Junior sister... you like me the most, okay?"
“Don’t want Chu Jinhe.”
"good."
"Don't want Luo Huaiyin."
"good."
He paused for a moment before speaking the last sentence.
"I don't want Master either, okay?"
Jiang Zhaoyue laughed softly before answering him: "Brother, I always like you the most, isn't that enough?"
Of course it is not enough.
Love is possession, exclusivity, jealousy and competition.
But Jiang Qiying didn't say these words out loud, he just hugged the woman in his arms tighter.
From an angle she couldn't see, his pupils were deep, the dark color was bottomless, as if the fragility just now was just an illusion.
But when he raised his face, there was a hint of broken light in his eyes again.
"It's okay. I know that in Junior Sister's heart, I am more important than Master, right?"
The broken lights condensed into a tear in his eyes, as if he would cry sadly as long as Jiang Zhaoyue said "no".
Jiang Zhaoyue naturally didn't want him to be sad, so she nodded: "Of course."
Jiang Qiying then arched her eyebrows.
Jiang Zhaoyue couldn't help but tease him, "The medicine hasn't been applied yet, you're too impatient, brother."
Her words made Jiang Qiying's face turn even redder.
He is not like Chu Jinhe, who is completely indifferent and only takes the initiative, nor is he like Fu Lanting, who is resistant and insincere. He is shy of intimacy, but cannot help but reveal his true feelings. Between these two, he is exactly the appearance that Jiang Zhaoyue likes most.
In a warm atmosphere, she carefully applied the ointment to Jiang Qiying before helping him close his clothes. She sighed and said, "Brother, don't get hurt intentionally next time. I will feel sorry for you too."
Her deliberate action was exposed. Jiang Qiying didn't dare to look at her. After a while, she said softly, "Okay."
"But I like my current brother very much." Jiang Zhaoyue added, "From the first time I saw my brother, I thought, your eyes are so beautiful, I wonder how beautiful they are when you cry."
"Master, Junior Sister..."
Although Jiang Qiying was no longer as unfamiliar as before, she still found it difficult to resist when she suddenly heard such unrestrained words.
He stuttered and called her, biting his lip slightly, and mustered up the courage to say, "If Junior Sister really likes you, I can... cry for you to see."
At last, he smiled again, "I just know that Junior Sister likes me the most. I am happy in my heart, but I can't cry. I will wait until next time... Okay?"
"good."
Jiang Zhaoyue stroked his eyes, and her smile added a hint of ambiguity and tenderness.
"Actually, I want to see more..." She whispered a few words in Jiang Qi's ear before continuing, "Brother, it must be very beautiful when you cry at that time."
Jiang Qiying didn't know what she heard. Her throat moved slightly, her eyes were panicked for a moment, her breathing became disordered for a few breaths, and then she pleaded in a sea of red: "Junior Sister..."
But this time Jiang Zhaoyue didn't seem to understand his plea, and just said innocently: "Isn't it possible? But I really want to see it. Brother, can you promise me?"
She stared into his eyes, leaving him no room to dodge and forcing him to retreat in defeat.
Jiang Qiying didn't dare look at her, so she could only lower her eyes and, with her eyelashes trembling, she barely heard a word: "Okay."
There was no way he could refuse.
"Brother, you are so good. I really want to kiss you."
Jiang Zhaoyue praised him.
That intimate voice made Jiang Qiying's heart beat like a drum, and she didn't know when it would stop.
Even the things that I resisted seemed to become something I looked forward to.
Jiang Zhaoyue stared at him for a long time before looking up at the sky. He said with some regret, "It's a pity that it won't work today. Uncle Shishu should be back soon. I won't be able to get close to you, brother."
Jiang Qiying's red face suddenly froze, and the smile on his face disappeared in an instant.
He lowered his eyes, took a deep breath after a long time, and hugged Jiang Zhaoyue again.
"Master...he is old, Junior Sister, I will practice hard, you wait for me."
"good."
Jiang Zhaoyue gently stroked his back and comforted him in a gentle voice: "I'll wait for you to come find me."
The two talked for a while and then reluctantly parted ways - after all, Facing the Wall Cliff was not a good place for intimacy.
Jiang Zhaoyue was in a good mood. As he walked out of the back mountain humming an unknown song, he saw the headmaster with blood on his body standing at the exit.
His complexion was somewhat gloomy, and there were a few drops of blood on his handsome god-like face, which was rarely not so neat. His eyes seemed to be looking at the clouds in the distance, as if frozen. There was no special expression on his face, making it difficult to guess his thoughts.
Jiang Zhaoyue paused for a moment, then walked up to him with a smile on his face.
Ignoring Fu Lanting's gloomy expression, she asked with concern, "Is Master Uncle injured?"
Fu Lanting turned to look at her, without mentioning the injury. He just stared at her quietly with a gloomy look, without saying a word for a long time.
This was the first time Jiang Zhaoyue saw a similar expression on his face.
As everyone knows, Sect Leader Qi Ling is cold and domineering and does not tolerate disobedience. Even when Jiang Zhaoyue used Jiang Qiying to threaten him to submit, he only resisted, got annoyed, or became angry out of shame.
It is almost impossible to see such a gloomy look on the face of the high and mighty Qi Ling Zhang Zun.
But at this moment, he looked at her quietly with such an expression, which was different from the broken look in Jiang Qiying's lowered eyes. There was a sense of powerlessness in that gloom.
But the system thinks it is normal.
He beat up the seducing man just as he was about to see her coming to look for his disciple.
He was fighting hard outside, while Jiang Zhaoyue was being affectionate with Jiang Qiying at home, which would break anyone's defense.
Even when he saw Jiang Zhaoyue's smiling face, he just asked without any anger: "What am I in your heart?"
The voice was deep and contained no anger or even questioning, but rather a hint of powerlessness and a barely visible sadness.
Jiang Zhaoyue's face remained calm, still smiling. She didn't answer, but instead asked, "Then what am I to my uncle? A love interest? A younger generation he's entangled with, or a close nephew?"
There had never been an official relationship between them.
It started with coercion, then got stuck in entanglement, and continues to this day.
Jiang Zhaoyue's eyes were clear, and there was no trace of dejection in her gaze when she looked at him. There was only a clear smile, and that smile was no different from the one she gave to other men.
"I like Master, isn't that enough? What answer does Master want? Do I love you? Do I have to have you? Or am I so obsessed with you that I'm willing to fight the world for you? Even if I tell you, will Master believe it?"
Speechless.
Perhaps Fu Lanting knew it very well in his heart. After all, he knew what kind of person Jiang Zhaoyue was better than anyone else.
He had tasted her badness, her meanness, and her ruthlessness one by one.
Or maybe he himself didn't know what kind of mood he was in to ask such a question.
When he saw Lian Yueqing full of anger, he returned to Qi Ling Xian Zong and saw Jiang Qiying again.
That emotion came from within, but it just wouldn't go away.
He tightened his grip and suddenly closed his eyes.
Fu Lanting suppressed his bitterness and said in a low and hoarse voice: "You once said that you liked me, but you said you don't like Jiang Qiying anymore..."
"I've changed my mind now."
Jiang Zhaoyue interrupted him.
She walked to Fu Lanting, stroked his face, her expression became gentle, and that loving look appeared in her eyes again.
It was as if the person she loved most was reflected in her eyes.
Her tone was extremely soft and gentle: "Uncle, Senior Brother likes me very much. He is willing to do anything for me, even if he doesn't want to. What about you? Do you like me? Apart from those things I force you to do, are you willing to do anything for me?"
Fu Lanting couldn't answer, he couldn't say 'yes', he was not Jiang Qiying.
So the woman in front of him also put away her love. She said with a mocking tone, as if seeing through someone, "Look, if that's the case, why not just enjoy the excitement it brings you? Why are you so obsessed with love? Would saying "I love you" make you more excited?"
Jiang Zhaoyue's tone was too calm, so that his words, which were not cold at all, gave people the illusion of being cold.
Fu Lanting opened his mouth and wanted to say something in defense, but in the end, he found that his words were so pale.
He said he wanted to talk about love and that he could do anything for the one he loved, but did he really love Jiang Zhaoyue that much?
This relationship, which started with a wrong beginning and was deeply entangled, apart from the sensory stimulation and the pleasure of immorality, does he really like Jiang Zhaoyue that much?
Fu Lanting didn't know.
He couldn't confirm.
So it is impossible to make a promise so openly.
He just felt an indescribable bitterness in his heart, which made him feel stuffy.
Jiang Zhaoyue stared at him for a moment, then retracted all her outward emotions and returned to her usual self. She looked at him with a smile and said, "Master, you must be tired too. Rest early. I'll go back first."
"etc!"
Fu Lanting spoke the moment she turned and left.
He let out a long breath.
"I have no idea."
He seemed to be talking to himself.
"I don't know what I'm thinking, but the unhappiness and anger in my heart are real. Today, the moment I saw Lian Yueqing, I really wanted to kill him. You said Jiang Qiying is willing to do anything for you, but I don't know if I can do it."
"You and he are in love with each other. You both became famous at a young age and have known each other for a long time. But you and I are different. I am your uncle, I am your elder, I even... dare not tell Lin Bozhou the truth about this matter. Even if, even if you agree, at least give me some time."
"Jiang Zhaoyue, this is unfair to me."
The last sentence was mixed with unspeakable grievance.
No one knew how frightened he was, or how he managed to glimpse the light in the darkness. Jiang Zhaoyue didn't care about these things, but he couldn't help but care.
While he was struggling with this emotion, she was chatting and laughing with other men, and even traveled to a dangerous place without telling him, secretly having an affair with someone like Lian Yueqing.
In fact, he really blamed her, but he helplessly found that even if he blamed her, he would still compromise.
Just like her, she is both loved and hated.
Perhaps it was because it was a rare day for him to open up his heart, so Fu Lanting spoke a lot in one breath. At the end, he said with some sadness: "You always ask me how I feel about you, and whether I like you or not, but you just like to play with me, you don't really like me at all."
This sentence carries a hint of questioning.
Jiang Zhaoyue listened quietly, and after he finished his last sentence, her eyes couldn't help but glance at his chest.
The redness and swelling had subsided, but if you looked closely, you could still see the protruding marks of the foreign object and the subtle direction of the chain.
The master did not take off the breast chain, so when you look closely, it makes people have a lot of imagination.
She withdrew her gaze. Perhaps it was the other person's kindness that made her feel a little guilty. Jiang Zhaoyue cleared her throat and softened her voice, saying comfortingly:
"I'm sorry, you know, uncle, I'm still young and like to play. I didn't mean to bully you. I promise you, okay? Lian Yueqing will never surpass you. I'm just playing with him, an insignificant person. How can he compare to you?"
Fu Lanting lowered his eyes, then raised them slightly when he heard this, and said softly: "You always like to lie to me."
"I really didn't this time, I swear."
Jiang Zhaoyue raised three fingers, and his eyes became sincere for a moment.
Fu Lanting took a deep breath, and the gloom on his face finally dissipated a little. Although it was still a little gloomy, his tone had returned to normal.
"Then I'll trust you this time. Don't go looking for Jiang Qiying again these few days."
"good."
Jiang Zhaoyue agreed quickly.
Fu Lanting then revealed a faint smile and glanced at the cliff facing the back mountain. For the first time, he took the initiative to hold Jiang Zhaoyue's hand.
"Okay, let's go back. Your body hasn't recovered yet, so don't wander around. Besides me, who else would really care about your health? They just want to please you."
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