Chapter 55: I don’t care what he thinks of you? Senior Brother Luo has also learned the art of playing the game of refusal and acceptance.
It was obviously a seductive gesture, causing the three people in the hall to look at him. Until Luo Huaiyin walked out of Chonghua Hall, the head master's brows did not relax.
Jiang Zhaoyue was not close to him, and he did not take Luo Huaiyin seriously.
But at this moment, he discovered that this ant-like junior was not an easy person to deal with.
But the more important person at the moment is not Luo Huaiyin.
Fu Lanting released his hand that was pressing down on the wooden box, and did not argue with Jiang Qiying. He just looked at Jiang Zhaoyue, and a hint of sadness appeared on his handsome face like a god.
It is even more touching to see such an expression from someone like him who has always been high and mighty and does not tolerate disobedience.
Fu Lanting's voice lowered a little, and the ending tone seemed to contain tears: "Zhao Yue."
He just called her without asking her to accept it or not.
Jiang Zhaoyue is a person who responds to soft words but not to tough ones.
She stopped halfway when she was about to reach out to take the box. She glanced at Fu Lanting's face and then looked at Jiang Qiying's dark eyes. It was obvious that she was hesitant.
The host of the system is wise and powerful, decisive and ruthless, and has no normal human emotions. Only at this time would hesitant or hesitant feel this way.
Seeing this, Jiang Qiying didn't force it. He took back the wooden box and chuckled, "I'm a disciple. How dare I embarrass Master? If Master doesn't want me to, what else can I do but obey?"
Although it was a smile, it was mostly sarcasm.
He took the box back and stopped insisting, but Fu Lanting's expression didn't look much better.
The tactic of retreating in order to advance is better than trying to resist but still accepting.
What's more, he knew very well in his heart that Jiang Zhaoyue treated him differently.
As expected, after hearing him say this, Jiang Zhaoyue took the box from his hand on her own initiative, looked at Fu Lanting with some innocence, and her voice became a little more coquettish.
Although she was acting like a spoiled child to him, it was for Jiang Qiying: "Uncle Master, please don't be angry."
Fu Lanting's lips were almost pressed into a straight line, but he couldn't say anything. He just suppressed his emotions and forced a smile. He said with some pampering: "I'm not angry. Uncle Shi is not so petty. It's just that some people are very good at manipulating people's hearts."
The three people present knew exactly who he was talking about.
Jiang Qiying didn't look at him, and the sarcastic chuckle became warm. He looked at Jiang Zhaoyue and also at the box in her hand.
His voice was even tinged with a hint of amusement.
"When Master used those despicable means behind his disciple's back, didn't he ever think of this day?"
He even stopped avoiding Jiang Zhaoyue. Perhaps Jiang Qiying knew very well in her heart that Jiang Zhaoyue didn't like his master that much, and she still had some feelings for him.
There is often no fairness in the world. What your heart desires is fairness.
Jiang Qiying placed his palm lightly on his chest, his eyes lowered, the smile on his lips still lingering.
"Those who seize others must be prepared to be seized. If you can seize someone else's Daoist partner, then naturally others can also seize yours, Master, isn't that right?"
It can be seen that although Senior Brother Jiang did not change much when facing Jiang Zhaoyue, his entire personality has undergone a huge change after the jade pendant incident. To describe it in the system's words:
Its pure and innocent male protagonist has turned evil.
Love cannot be complete because the master has taken away his beloved one, and hatred cannot be thorough because the other person is the master who gave and taught him everything.
The good things he did to him were real, and the bad things he did to him were also real.
He is the master, the father, and the enemy.
In this situation, no one can avoid change.
Fu Lanting did not answer, and even the forced smile on his lips disappeared.
After a while, his calm voice was heard.
"You don't have to mock me, Jiang Qiying, overtly or covertly. You've said so much because you undoubtedly think you can be with Zhaoyue without me. But if you really have the ability, can I force you to separate? Since you can't keep her, why act so sad? If I wanted to do anything to you, you would have been gone long ago."
His tone was steady, without even a hint of sarcasm or ridicule. He simply stated a fact in a very calm and peaceful manner.
Just like Jiang Qiying had ridiculed him before, but in fact, both of them knew the truth.
What Jiang Qiying said was true, and what Fu Lanting said was also true.
People always subconsciously avoid places that embarrass themselves, but things in this world will never disappear just because you avoid them.
In the silence, Jiang Zhaoyue opened the wooden box and fiddled with the sky-blue gem inside. In the oppressive silence, she smiled and praised, "It suits you very well, Senior Brother."
The system admires her for this.
In such an atmosphere, and as she was the key figure in this matter, an ordinary person would inevitably feel guilty, embarrassed, or distressed.
But Jiang Zhaoyue was not affected by their quarrel at all, she had her own rhythm.
In such silence, she can still do what she wants to do and say what she wants to say without being affected, never considering the impact, or rather, she never cares about the impact.
She was born to be in control of everything around her.
After a brief silence, the headmaster sighed softly and said helplessly, "Forget it, just accept it, but later..."
Before he could finish his words, Fu Lanting caught a glimpse of the contents of the box.
The voice stopped abruptly and his face turned red for a moment.
The headmaster said angrily, "No, give it back to him. Don't take it back!"
He didn't know the specific process of Jiang Zhaoyue giving this sky blue gem to Jiang Qiying. Now that Jiang Qiying made it into a gift and returned it to her, he thought it was just an ordinary piece of jewelry. After taking a glance, he found that it was actually a necklace.
A breast chain identical to the one he wore, except for the color of the stones.
Jiang Qiying's previous statement of 'orderly inheritance' actually meant more than just the literal meaning.
He actually made an identical one of this kind. This was not a gift for Jiang Zhaoyue, but something he used on himself.
No one likes others to be the same as themselves, even if it is just the same clothes and the same decorations.
Just like the disgust that Jiang Qiying felt from the bottom of her heart when she saw Luo Huaiyin before.
The master's anger was not entirely filled with disgust; there was also a hint of shame in his anger.
No matter how much they adapted to each other, no matter how close the two of them were, it was a private matter between him and Jiang Zhaoyue. Once it was exposed to outsiders, no one could remain calm.
Jiang Zhaoyue didn't return the box. He just blinked innocently and smiled.
She held the box in her hands, her voice gentle yet with a hint of innocence and clarity: "It looks very nice, Uncle Master. It's very similar to yours."
"Jiang, Zhao, Yue."
Fu Lanting hadn't called her like this for a long time, but now he did so with some gritting of teeth and a slight, invisible pleading.
He closed his eyes and said in a calm tone, "Don't use it on him, or I will..."
"So what?"
Jiang Zhaoyue was not at all panicked. Instead, she stared at him with her bright eyes, waiting for his next words.
In fact, the headmaster really didn't want to say those private, intimate, threatening and interesting words to her in front of others, even if that person was his former favorite disciple.
But Jiang Zhaoyue couldn't help but not care at all.
So after a brief pause, he finally said it.
The headmaster spoke each word, as if it was a threat, but also as if it was said deliberately for her to hear: "I will lock you up, and see who else can get close."
As soon as he said this, the system felt that something bad was going to happen.
As expected, Jiang Zhaoyue's eyes lit up subtly, but with a look of regret on her face she said, "Is that so? That's a pity."
She closed the box and put it into her ring, without saying whether she would use it or not, but at least she did not promise Jiang Qiying anything in front of him.
Fu Lanting suppressed his displeasure and thought of what he had just said. He softened his tone and said, "I didn't mean to be mean to you. I was just... a little angry."
"It doesn't matter."
Jiang Zhaoyue's voice was soft and her expression was soft. She looked very easy to talk to at this moment.
After saying "It's okay" to Fu Lanting, she looked at Jiang Qiying again.
"Brother Jiang, I'm sorry, I can't help you put it on now."
Jiang Qiying's expression was calm instead.
He seemed to have anticipated this and simply replied, "No problem, leave it to Junior Sister to play with. It's hers after all."
After saying that, he glanced at Fu Lanting's chest again, with an expression that was hard to tell whether it was mockery or ridicule.
"I am useless and mediocre. I can only imitate others' actions to please my junior sister. Unlike my master, who has learned it all by himself and is born with the ability to love others. In fact, my master is still better."
With his mouth now, he could probably poison himself to death if he licked it.
Fortunately, it wasn't the first time Fu Lanting had heard him talk like this. When Jiang Qiying said this, he could calmly ask Jiang Zhaoyue, "What would you like to eat for breakfast?"
As for Jiang Qiying's sarcasm and ridicule about "self-taught" and "born to love", he pretended not to hear them.
Jiang Zhaoyue blinked, looked at him and then at Jiang Qiying, and finally said, "I want to drink porridge."
"good."
Fu Lanting's expression softened a little, and he immediately took out some spiritual rice, apparently preparing to cook it himself.
After spending a while washing the spiritual rice, he said calmly, as if he had just seen Jiang Qiying, "If you have nothing else to do, then leave. You're right, I was born to love people, but unfortunately I don't have the habit of doting on my disciples. You have such a sense of shame, I don't think you would be so shameless as to stay here and wait for a drink of porridge cooked by Master."
"Master, if you want to kick me out, just say it directly. There's no need to beat around the bush. You're the Master, how can I disobey your orders?"
Jiang Qiying was not to be outdone.
Although the two addressed each other as master and disciple, there was no intimacy in their words, only sarcasm.
After saying this, Jiang Qiying bowed.
"Disciple, I'll take my leave."
Then he said to Jiang Zhaoyue, "Junior sister, I'll wait for you."
This is not a hint, it is a direct invitation.
Seeing Fu Lanting's face darken, Jiang Qiying turned around and walked out of Chonghua Hall without waiting for her answer.
The headmaster had a tense expression on his face as he stared in the direction he left, without any expression. But after a while, he retracted his gaze and continued to cook porridge.
Jiang Zhaoyue watched him with great interest for a long time before he came close to him while he was cooking cold noodles and porridge, and asked him softly, "Uncle, if I secretly go to find my senior brother without your knowledge, will you really lock me up?"
The corners of Fu Lanting's lips, which were already pursed into a straight line, became even tighter.
He looked at her unhappily: "Just give it a try, Xiaobao. Don't always make me angry. If you make me angry to death, you won't have an uncle anymore."
"Don't be angry, uncle."
Jiang Zhaoyue acted like a spoiled child as usual: "They treat me so politely, I can't just give them a cold shoulder, it's too rude. Besides, Senior Brother Jiang is your disciple after all. Didn't Uncle Master like to do it behind his back before? Now he does it openly in front of your disciple, doesn't Uncle Master like it?"
She is always like this.
Say the coldest and worst words in the softest voice.
Fu Lanting sometimes felt that he deserved it. He knew clearly what kind of person she was, but he was always angry about this, or he was delusionally hoping to get her favoritism.
But he forgot that she had been like this from the beginning and had never been partial to him.
All that tenderness is fake, only the pain of being involved is real.
In silence, he served the cooked porridge, set the table, and without answering her question, he simply said softly, "Eat."
Jiang Zhaoyue didn't feel any psychological pressure at all and immediately sat down to drink.
Fu Lanting didn't drink the porridge, but sat aside and watched her quietly.
Jiang Zhaoyue was halfway through a bowl of porridge when she suddenly heard him speak.
He spoke slowly in a voice that was slightly gentle, without any ups and downs, and without any changes in emotion: "Jiang Zhaoyue, sometimes I really want to strangle you to death."
His expression was slightly doting, without a trace of coldness between his brows. After she finished drinking, he even poured her another bowl. His expression was no different from before, as if these words were just an illusion.
But they all knew that this was not an illusion.
This comes from his powerlessness.
I hate her ruthlessness, and I hate myself for still loving her ruthlessness.
From this unwillingness arose boundless hatred, but in reality he could only let her control him.
Love is the most complicated emotion in the world. Anyone who indulges in the entanglement of love and affection and does not have a good ending for a long time will go crazy.
It seems that Jiang Qiying has changed the most, but who can say that Fu Lanting has no impact at all.
Jiang Zhaoyue drank her porridge calmly, smiling at him under his impenetrable gaze: "I know."
Her lips were stained with a thin layer of crystal white porridge, her smile was sweet, and her eyebrows and eyes were gentle, but she said slowly and deliberately in such gentleness:
"Uncle Master, you've always known what kind of person I am, haven't you? I asked you, and it was you who chose to continue. You were addicted to gentleness, so how can you blame this gentleness for drowning you?"
Fu Lanting's expression remained unchanged. After she finished her breakfast, he cleared the dishes and wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, taking care of her like a child.
After doing all this, he glanced at her and said calmly, "So I just want to."
So he just watched clearly as his reason was swallowed up by his emotions.
Pinching her cheek, Fu Lanting embraced her and said in a faint voice: "I don't hate you, I hate myself."
Jiang Zhaoyue patted his back, and the sound seemed to be one of pity, but clearly with a smile.
Her tone was a bit more exaggerated, but there was also a hint of subtle malice at the end. "How pitiful, Uncle Master. In fact, sometimes I also want to see what you look like when you go crazy."
Fu Lanting paused in his embrace, then loosened his grip, still gazing at her with that deep gaze, as if seeing through her. He smiled, "If you dare to deliberately go after Jiang Qiying to provoke me for this matter, Xiaobao, you will know the extent to which your uncle-master can go."
"Master really understands me."
She didn't hide it, and after hearing him say that, she even became a little more excited.
"I just like the way you get angry, Uncle Master. How will you punish me? Is it what I want?"
Fu Lanting's expression paused for a moment, but the next moment he said as usual: "No, don't think about those messy things."
"Food and sex are human nature, how can it be a mess?"
Jiang Zhaoyue still stared at him, from his calm eyes to his high nose bridge, and then to his bright red lips.
She looked at him, not hiding her interest in his body. "Master, you must know this clearly, otherwise why would you seduce me with your body every day? Brother Jiang said you learned it all by yourself, and it's true."
As soon as she mentioned Jiang Qiying, Fu Lanting's expression paled a little.
Pinching her mouth, the headmaster's eyes flashed with danger: "Don't mention his name in front of me in the future."
Jiang Zhaoyue blinked, but didn't push his hand away. Instead, she gave him a firm answer with an unclear nasal tone: "No."
Fu Lanting stared into her eyes and automatically changed her answer for her: "Yes."
Jiang Zhaoyue still said firmly: "No."
So the headmaster changed the action of pinching her mouth to holding her face and nodding.
He still repeated: "Yes."
Finally, he said, "Okay, you agreed."
Jiang Zhaoyue didn't refute this time, but just glanced at his body, and his smile suddenly deepened.
"Okay," she said. "Let me see your sincerity."
Fu Lanting had no expression. He looked at her quietly, then reached out to unbutton his clothes with great skill, and said in a cold voice, "You just rely on me to spoil you."
Jiang Zhaoyue didn't even look at his expression. She touched him the moment he undid his clothes. She buried her face in his broad chest and rubbed it for a while before resting her head on his chest. She sighed in a comfortable tone:
"Master uncle is still the best. Elders are always caring."
Fu Lanting's face flushed slightly, "Don't talk nonsense."
Jiang Zhaoyue turned a deaf ear to him and continued to sigh: "Uncle Master, are all of you strongest people in such good shape? Are they also as soft as you?"
The headmaster stroked her hair, but his tone was a little funny: "You rest your head on me, thinking about someone else, Xiaobao, you don't even act now, right?"
In the past, when I was craving his body, I would say a few nice words to him, but now I am just craving him.
"Okay, okay."
Jiang Zhaoyue raised her head, climbed up a bit, and then leaned close to his ear and said in a sweet voice: "Master, you are great. Do you like me to praise you?"
The redness on Fu Lanting's face that had just faded away reappeared. He supported Jiang Zhaoyue's body, but his voice sounded very calm: "Keep praising."
Jiang Zhaoyue's clear laughter rang in his ears.
She seemed to have heard something that pleased her. She laughed and collapsed on him, saying, "Master, your ears are all red, and you still say such things. How cute."
Fu Lanting helped her up from his body and said unhappily, "Don't laugh." "Okay, okay."
Jiang Zhaoyue stopped laughing, but her smile didn't fade away. She pushed his hand away and continued to rest her head on it.
Her fingers plucked the gem on the chain on his chest, again and again, like playing with a toy.
Her voice sounded lazy, yet like thunder.
"The Second Elder sent me a message this morning, saying that Master will soon be coming out of seclusion. Uncle, if Master knew that you wanted me to praise you like this, how would he view this 'good friend' of yours?"
Fu Lanting's hand, which was stroking her side, suddenly stopped.
After a while, his voice was heard.
"I don't care." He lowered his head, resting it against her forehead, and said with his eyes closed: "Xiaobao, I don't care."
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