Chapter 65: Your Master is Eavesdropping on You
"you……"
Lin Bozhou almost cursed again.
At the critical moment, he stopped talking and sneered: "Just try and see if I can kill you."
After all, he was Jiang Zhaoyue's master, so Fu Lanting did not fight back.
Looking at the bedroom next to the master bedroom in Lin Bozhou's yard, he said concisely:
"I'll live in this room."
"no."
Lin Bozhou didn't even think twice. "You can't live in my courtyard. I'll have the Second Elder arrange for you to go to the Banquet Fairy Island."
What's the difference between living here and letting a wolf into the house?
Fu Lanting didn't say anything to him, but just looked at Jiang Zhaoyue, his eyes were deep and dark, and seemed to hide many meanings.
Jiang Zhaoyue blinked, perhaps understanding his hint or perhaps feeling a rare softness in her heart, but she turned around and started to act coquettishly with her master: "Master, let me stay here. We have a room anyway."
Besides, they are all cultivators, so even if there is nothing, they can build it quickly.
Lin Bozhou could reject Fu Lanting without hesitation, but when it came to his own disciple, he had no way to do anything.
He looked at his former good brother with some hidden hatred, hating that he had been completely unaware of his shameful methods before. In the end, he still couldn't resist Jiang Zhaoyue's pleading and agreed.
One stayed, and the other two also stayed. In the end, the master and disciple Fu Lanting and Jiang Qiying occupied the two rooms on the left and right of the master bedroom.
The yard, which was not very big to begin with, was suddenly overcrowded, leaving only a small bedroom on the west side empty.
Lin Bozhou's expression had never improved since he saw them. Even when night fell and the moon was high in the sky, he still stared at his disciples with a cold face without blinking, fearing that a single mistake would give someone an opportunity to take advantage of him.
Jiang Zhaoyue practiced for half a day. When she woke up late at night, she found that he was still in the same posture, standing beside her and watching her, as if his eyes had not even moved.
She felt a little helpless: "Master, you don't have to stare at me at such a close distance. Besides, I will definitely tell you what I am going to do."
Lin Bozhou naturally knew it, but psychologically he always felt more at ease seeing it with his own eyes.
Seeing her finish her training, he sighed softly and rubbed his brows, a rare look of fatigue on his face: "Master knows, but I'm worried. I was only in seclusion for a while before, and such a big thing happened. How can I feel at ease now?"
"But I can't always be by Master's side. I have to go out and gain experience."
Jiang Zhaoyue got up from the mat and sat beside him, snuggling up to him like a baby bird. Her voice was gentle and clear, with a soothing power.
"Master, even if you protect me, you can't do everything for me. Master, don't you trust me?"
"Of course Master believes you. I'm just worried that you're young and naive, and that you might be deceived by others." He gritted his teeth slightly, "Just like that shameless guy. I've known him for so many years, and I never realized he was such a wretch. It's true that you can only judge a person by his appearance, not his heart."
There is no doubt that he is talking about Fu Lanting.
可谓爱之深恨之切，他之前和傅兰亭关系有多好，被他背叛后便有多差，若是可以，真想揍他个半死。
Jiang Zhaoyue laughed softly and said jokingly, "It doesn't matter. Even if Master scolds Uncle, Uncle doesn't dare to talk back."
"He's guilty, and he knows he's a beast."
Lin Bozhou cursed again before hugging Jiang Zhaoyue tightly: "Forget it, let's not talk about those bad mood things. Master believes in you."
After saying that, he sighed again: "Maybe I'm not used to Xiaobao growing up yet. You are my disciple, not my prisoner. I should give you more freedom."
Jiang Zhaoyue just leaned in his arms, quietly wrapped her arms around his waist, with an intimate and dependent attitude, and did not say anything.
After a long time, Lin Bozhou finally let her go. He couldn't tell whether he was relieved or forcing himself to accept it. He turned his face slightly to the side and said in a calm and gentle voice: "Go, do what you want to do."
He is truly a very good master.
Even if she doesn't like it or is unwilling to do so, he will still try to accept it. Every day he raises her, he thinks about how to make her life better and happier. Even so, he often reflects on himself and feels that he has not done enough.
Some people say that love is always a feeling of indebtedness.
At first, the system didn't understand why its heartless host would be so gentle and tolerant towards its master.
It has followed Jiang Zhaoyue in this world for many years, and has witnessed all the indifference and ruthlessness beneath her gentle appearance.
Sometimes it would also think that in terms of physical liking and aesthetic preference alone, Lin Bozhou would never be her first choice.
Speaking of love, he is not the only one who loves her, there are many people who are willing to give everything for her.
But later it gradually understood that only Lin Bozhou was different. His love had no desire. He did not expect Jiang Zhaoyue to love him as much as he loved her. He only hoped that she could be safe and happy.
So Jiang Zhaoyue treats him differently.
Thinking of this, the system asked in her mind with a rare hint of inquiry and reminder: "Host, if, I mean if, if your master also fell in love with you, what would you do?"
Given the charm of its host and the closeness between them as master and disciple, the system felt that this was not impossible, otherwise Lin Bozhou would not have suddenly felt the need to be careful between men and women.
However, Jiang Zhaoyue simply answered it calmly and casually: "What should I do?"
The system was anxious: "Look, Fu Lanting and Jiang Qiying have both changed. What if your master's feelings for you change? Don't you have to think about the consequences? I think you care about your master very much, but you two are really a little too close. This can easily cause problems."
"What are the consequences?"
Jiang Zhaoyue's voice remained calm, even with a hint of a smile, as she said slowly, "These are not important."
"But don't you care about your master? How can he not be important?" The system paused and suddenly took a breath. "Are you also acting? In fact, your attitude towards your master is no different from that towards Fu Lanting and the others?"
It felt that given Jiang Zhaoyue's personality, this matter sounded outrageous, but it was not impossible.
"Baby, is this how I look to you?"
Jiang Zhaoyue spoke softly, even with a hint of a smile on her face, which sent a chill down the system's spine.
"But..." it said awkwardly.
"I said it's not important because..." She paused for a moment before continuing, "I don't care what Master's feelings are towards me. Even if I'm his child, his disciple, or even his lover, so what? If the feelings have deteriorated, does that mean the previous love no longer exists? Am I no longer his disciple?"
Her words caused the system to freeze a bit. After all, it wasn't human. It couldn't understand such complex emotions.
But soon it heard Jiang Zhaoyue continue, "Even if he adds love to his feelings for me, this feeling is just an insignificant part of his love for me. Do you understand? Love is only a very small part of this world."
Her concept of feelings is very special, which makes the system a little speechless, but after thinking about it carefully, it finds that perhaps this kind of thinking is exactly what Jiang Zhaoyue does.
Feelings will never become her shackles. She will not deliberately distance herself or restrict herself from doing what she wants to do just to maintain the current relationship because of possible changes in the future.
She will always do what she wants to do and what makes her happy. Whether it is a disciple or a lover, the only difference to her is whether she is willing to give her tenderness.
So these things that would cause most people distress or even painful struggles are just insignificant little things in her eyes.
If she loves Lin Bozhou, then whether he is her master or her lover, it will not affect her love.
The system was probably stunned by her answer and remained silent for a long time.
Jiang Zhaoyue didn't care either.
The master asked her to do what she wanted to do, and she did it seriously.
Late in the night, she knocked on Fu Lanting's door.
It’s not that she prefers her uncle, but mainly because she now wants to absorb some broader emotional values.
Fu Lanting seemed to have known that she would come. As soon as Jiang Zhaoyue's knuckles touched the door, the door automatically opened in front of her.
The side sleeping area is not very big and you can see the end at a glance.
There was only a screen in front of the bed, blocking part of the view.
The master was not sitting behind the screen.
He was sitting at the table by the window. There was only a dim candle in the room, casting a swaying shadow.
There was a brighter spirit stone lamp on the wall, but he chose to light only this weak candle and placed it on the table away from the window.
In the dim firelight, the light of the golden chain on his open chest was more obvious, and the ruby reflected a dazzling light.
The light was reflected on his snow-white skin, like a golden embellishment, making it difficult to look away.
Jiang Zhaoyue stopped at the door for a while, and his eyes naturally stopped at the most conspicuous place.
There was no doubt that Fu Lanting was seducing her.
Ever since he clearly realized his greatest asset and what attracted Jiang Zhaoyue the most, the master was like someone who had opened up his Ren and Du meridians, and learned everything by himself.
Even though it was such an obvious seductive act at this moment, he didn't look at her. Instead, he looked at the candlelight in the distance. The flickering flame danced in his eyes, reflecting his deep and bottomless eyes.
Jiang Zhaoyue narrowed her eyes, closed the door, and walked in front of him.
Only then did Fu Lanting look away from the candlelight and look up at her.
From this angle of view, looking down from Jiang Zhaoyue's direction, one can even see the beautiful muscle lines at the end of his wide-open collar winding into an unspeakable place.
She smiled suddenly, leaned down, got close to his face, ran her fingertips across his collarbone and suddenly hooked his belt with a jade buckle.
She raised the corners of her lips: "Master, you are really wanton now."
Fu Lanting's eyes grew darker, but a smile appeared on his usually cold and indifferent face.
It's extremely dark.
He spoke in a low voice, "Thanks to you, isn't it?"
After saying this, he glanced at the tightly closed door behind Jiang Zhaoyue. He was still smiling, without any intention of hiding his feelings. He just said calmly, "Why don't you go find him? Xiaobao, are your feelings for him not as good as your love for Lustful Soul?"
This was said very skillfully. Jiang Zhaoyue loosened her fingers that were hooked around his belt, straightened up, and still looked down at him.
She wasn't angry either, she just smiled and said, "If I don't come, wouldn't that be a waste of Master Uncle's dressing up?"
"So what if I let you down?"
Fu Lanting tilted his body slightly and looked out the window at the shadows of trees swaying in the swaying night, but his voice was calm instead.
"You have a Master you miss so much, and a Senior Brother you care about so much. This isn't the first time that I, your distant Uncle, have been let down."
"Oh?" Jiang Zhaoyue seemed unable to see the dark color in his eyes, but still asked knowingly: "Master, are you blaming me?"
Fu Lanting did not answer.
He withdrew his gaze and focused it on Jiang Zhaoyue's smiling face.
He looked at her and said word by word, "Actually, your master is right. If he hadn't backed you up, Xiaobao, I might not be sitting here waiting for you."
"I might lock you up, or do something even more extreme. He asked me if I hated you, and I do."
"I wish I could kill you."
"You're full of lies and have deceived me countless times, but since you lied to me in the beginning, why don't you keep lying to me?"
At the beginning, when they first met, in his Chonghua Hall, he was only angry with Jiang Zhaoyue. He asked her, if she admired him, what would happen to Jiang Qiying?
Jiang Zhaoyue's answer was, "Is it only a man's nature to get tired of the old and love the new?"
Countless times after that, he became addicted little by little, slowly falling in the struggle and pulling, until later Jiang Qiying discovered all this, the master and disciple turned against each other, and the master and disciple fought with each other, and the world knew about it. Only then did Fu Lanting understand through his choices again and again.
Liking is fake, love is fake, even the tenderness is fake.
He was just Jiang Zhaoyue's favorite 'tool' in his spare time.
All that self-righteous intimacy was simply ridiculous in the face of her true sincerity.
He was jealous of his disciples and his good friends. The high and mighty Qi Ling Xian Zong turned into a man begging for love, using all his thoughts and means just to get her favor.
How could Fu Lanting not hate?
Countless times, he wanted to kill Jiang Zhaoyue.
But until now, he is still doing things that beg for mercy.
Love and hate are one.
At this moment, he looked at the woman in front of him, and through her gentle appearance, he peeked into her cold heart. At a certain moment, his dark and deep eyes trembled suddenly, and Fu Lanting grasped her wrist with a slender touch.
He held it in his palm and felt a slight chill.
He looked at Jiang Zhaoyue, just like many times before, wanting to strangle her to death, but suddenly softened his heart, only this time, his voice was low and bitter.
No more coaxing, pleading, or lingering intimacy.
"Just think of it as a lie to me. Even if you are sincere, give me a fraction of it. Teruyue, how could you be so cruel to me?"
Jiang Zhaoyue still looked at him quietly, seeing the bitterness in his eyes, seeing his gloom, seeing his struggle between love and hate.
Until the faint desire in his eyes completely disappeared.
Fu Lanting's palm was very hot, as if it was about to burn, but when he held Jiang Zhaoyue's wrist, the heat could not warm her skin.
It's like holding a piece of solid ice.
He lowered his eyes and let go of her hand.
I wonder if the gods and Buddhas in the sky saw his plea.
He heard the woman in front of him sigh softly.
Jiang Zhaoyue held his face in her hands, her face expressionless and her tone calm. All the disguised tenderness, intimacy and ambiguity faded away. She looked into Fu Lanting's eyes and spoke clearly and slowly.
"Master, life is so long and love is so insignificant. Why bother with these things? Isn't it better to just enjoy life while you can?"
Fu Lanting looked at her with a dazed look in his eyes. He blinked quickly, as if tears were in his eyes, but he didn't cry. Only his voice was a little hoarse.
"You can't say that after teasing me."
"But what kind of sincerity do you want me to give you?"
Jiang Zhaoyue curled the corners of her lips. Her smile was emotionless, but not vicious or cold either. It was as if she simply drew an arc.
Fu Lanting stared into her eyes for a long time before closing them. His voice was still hoarse: "I know I can't replace Lin Bozhou, but at least I shouldn't be an insignificant person. Xiaobao, when you were playing with me, was I just a tool in your eyes?"
"Why do you think so?"
Jiang Zhaoyue remained calm and spoke clearly.
"I do pity Senior Brother Jiang, and I always want to bully Uncle, but this is all a kind of emotion. Desire can take on many forms. Of course I like Uncle, but Uncle thinks I'm lying to you. How can I prove it? A contract? You should know that I don't like being bound."
This was the first time she told Fu Lanting clearly that she had no intention of forming a bond. When he asked her about it before, she would just give him an answer perfunctorily or to coax him.
Fu Lanting might not be unaware of this, but when he heard her say this with his own ears, an indescribable bitterness still spread from his heart.
Fortunately, he had been prepared, so he didn't hesitate too much. He simply said, "If you don't want to sign the contract, I won't force you, but you have to promise me that besides your master, your choice will only be me."
This is a bit too much to ask.
Jiang Zhaoyue glanced at him, and before he could say anything, Fu Lanting saw through his thoughts. He lowered his tone slightly: "I won't deliberately embarrass Jiang Qiying."
Even so, Jiang Zhaoyue did not agree immediately. She released the hand that was holding her cheek and seemed to start thinking.
Seeing this, Fu Lanting gritted his teeth again: "If you promise me, I will promise you too. Can Jiang Qiying also make you happy like this?"
This statement obviously worked.
Jiang Zhaoyue hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded: "Okay, as long as Uncle Master doesn't make things difficult for Senior Brother Jiang, I can agree to it."
Fu Lanting finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Although this is only a small improvement.
But for Jiang Zhaoyue, it was already a rare opportunity.
He hated Jiang Zhaoyue, hated her coldness, meanness, and ruthlessness, but he couldn't bring himself to express his hatred, and in the end it could only turn into a tangled bitter fruit in his heart.
In the end, he still couldn't bear to let go, couldn't bear to hurt, so he could only seek.
Fortunately, time is long.
As for Jiang Zhaoyue, after nodding in agreement, she pursed her lips and scanned him from head to toe with a scrutinizing gaze, her tone slightly cold: "No, I lost, you have to compensate me now."
Before Fu Lanting could ask "how to compensate", he saw her push herself against the back of the chair, suddenly leaned over and buried her face in his chest.
After rubbing the soft chest muscles hard, Jiang Zhaoyue let out a long sigh, and his tone finally felt relaxed.
She touched her uncle's broad chest and sighed sincerely, "I haven't touched him for a few days, and I miss him so much."
The headmaster in reality and the system in her mind fell silent at the same time.
Fu Lanting couldn't tell whether he was happy that she liked it or annoyed that she only liked these things. In short, his face looked a little strange. After a few breaths, he said, "Why are you..."
Jiang Zhaoyue no longer wanted to hear what he said about love or not. She pinched his mouth and continued to rub against his broad chest.
"What are you talking about? Shut up."
“…”
The master finally shut up in silence.
He didn't say anything more about love or hate, but just silently stretched out his arms and put them around her waist to prevent her from falling off him.
Jiang Zhaoyue rested her head on his chest, felt it around, played with the chest chain, and finally had the mind to talk.
She played with the ruby.
The brilliant light flowed through her fingertips, and her voice became calm, still with a hint of girlish innocence.
"Master, the night is so beautiful tonight, and the moon is so round."
The system in my mind is simply unbearable to watch.
It finally understood.
No wonder Fu Lanting, who debuted late, is so competitive. The emotional host just likes this kind of thing. Vegetarian food is not as good as meat. If you let her have fun, she can even talk to you about the stars and the moon. There is no trace of the indifference she showed just now.
The master is obviously more adaptable than it.
He was silent for only a short breath, then he embraced her freely, without even looking out the window, and agreed, "It is very beautiful."
Jiang Zhaoyue felt comfortable with his pillow, and his words became more pleasant. He even praised him for no reason: "You are not as handsome as your uncle."
Fu Lanting finally lowered his head to look at her. Perhaps it was because of countless past experiences that he did not get emotional because of this compliment. He hugged the person in his arms tighter, and then when Jiang Zhaoyue pinched his chest muscles, he said lightly:
"Your master is eavesdropping next door."
Jiang Zhaoyue stopped pinching his chest muscles and subconsciously glanced in the direction of the bedroom next door. Before she could say anything, she heard him continue, "It doesn't matter. He can't beat me."
This is simply heartbreaking.
In the master bedroom, which was only separated by a wall, Lin Bozhou, who could hear everything clearly without even pricking up his ears, stood in front of the wall with a grim face. If it weren't for his excellent self-control, he would have broken through the wall and beaten the shameless guy next door to death.
Jiang Qiying's cultivation level was not as high as theirs, so it was difficult for him to sense the movements that Fu Lanting had deliberately concealed. However, Lin Bozhou was at the same level as him, and Fu Lanting had never thought of hiding it from him. At such a close distance, it was as if he was standing right in front of them and listening.
He had been very patient with the previous words until Jiang Zhaoyue started to "take action".
Although I knew about this before, knowing it and seeing it with my own eyes and feeling it personally are completely different.
Lin Bozhou was standing next door, and when he probed with his spiritual sense, he almost saw with his own eyes his well-behaved and lovely disciple buried his head in the chest of Fu Lanting, that shameless man, with an intoxicated look on his face.
And rubbing against his chest.
The same thing goes for Fu Lanting. She has such big breasts for no reason. What a shameless and despicable person. She wears something that is not presentable.
Lin Bozhou held the sword in his hand. The veins on the back of his hand that were holding the hilt were bulging from the force. He had reached the limit of his endurance.
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