Neither of them wanted to stay in the palace. After lingering for a while behind the artificial hill, they returned to Rong Yu's own villa. Geng Qi had been thinking about the bathhouse here since the illusion. No matter how good the hot springs were there, they could never compare to the bathhouse paved with Qi Nuanyu. More importantly, this place was enclosed!
As soon as he got back, someone pinned him down by the bathtub and tormented him endlessly. Knowing that he was in a bad mood, Geng Qi could only indulge him.
He had heard Rong Yu mention that Consort Liang; she was a beauty sent to the palace by the Langgu Sect, and it was the people from the Langgu Sect who ultimately chased her and her son to Kaopan Mountain.
Perhaps Emperor Mingde did not originally intend to kill Rong Yu's mother. He merely wanted to put Rong Yu and his mother in danger so that they would face reality and return to his side. However, he underestimated a woman's determination.
He has not established an empress for a hundred years, so he must still be thinking about that woman. His subsequent repentance is futile and does not deserve forgiveness.
When Rong Yu explained his reasons for sending troops to Langu Gate, he felt more fear than surprise. Consort Liang had sent people to hunt him down, and although the mastermind was dead, he was going to implicate the entire sect. After the outsiders were all killed, would it be his turn as an accomplice?
Rong Yu would never kill his father, but his purpose was not necessarily to avenge his mother.
Geng Qi braced his hands on the edge of the bathtub, wanting to turn his head to look, but Qi Nuanyu's surface was smooth and would slip open if he wasn't careful. Just as he was about to speak, the person behind him pushed hard, and the syllables that came out of his mouth were broken between his teeth.
"Um... please..."
Rong Yu leaned over and covered him, asking in a low voice, "Did it hurt?"
Geng Qi lowered his head and shook his head, exposing his entire neck. His black hair was wet and messily tangled on it, the water droplets making him look even more alluring.
He said with difficulty, "I...I'm a little unsteady on my feet."
Rong Yu's face, already flushed from the heat, turned even redder. He slowly withdrew, turned the man around, and let him sit on the edge of the bath.
His leg was suddenly lifted up, and Geng Qi said with a pained expression, "Again? Hmm."
Before he could finish speaking, the person had already entered without any hindrance.
Rong Yu lowered his head and kissed him: "I'm sorry."
Geng Qi was taken aback, then wrapped his bare arms around his neck: "This... what is there to apologize for?"
"..."
"Hey! Be gentle! Go slower..."
It eventually turned into a series of broken moans and gasps.
Afterwards, lying on the soft and comfortable bed, Geng Qi felt weak all over and didn't want to move at all. He rested half of his body on Rong Yu and asked, "Why did you send troops to Langu Gate?"
Rong Yu paused slightly in her movements as she twirled his hair.
Seeing that he didn't respond, Geng Qi sat up and said, "Do you... know?"
He regretted it as soon as he opened his mouth. Even if he didn't want to know, the "disappearance" of Saint Zhifeng was practically a deliberate attempt to make them suspect him!
The palace had just suffered a blow to the family ties caused by Emperor Mingde, and now mentioning Sage Zhifeng would only make matters worse.
Rong Yu could be indifferent to anyone, but he always respected his master who had raised him.
"By the way," Geng Qi changed the subject, "why did your mother leave Yi Ling Sect back then?"
The sect is hidden within a barrier, and its rules certainly do not allow members to leave. Moreover, according to what Ji Rong and the others said in the secret realm, his mother's identity is particularly special, and she should be subject to even greater restrictions!
Rong Yu gently shook his head: "I don't know either."
He suddenly raised his hand, and the drunken shadow lying on the sword guard was summoned over and hovered above the bed.
The sword had a silver blade and an ancient and intricate pattern engraved on its scabbard. Even though Rong Yu was well-versed in formations, he couldn't recognize what kind of formation it was. He had never suspected anything before, until that day in the Demon Palace when someone reminded him.
Geng Qi also noticed the formation above and touched it with his fingertips.
He couldn't help but worry. This scabbard was made by the Sage Zhifeng and could suppress the evil aura on the sword. Even Rong Yu couldn't control it, yet a single formation could easily suppress it.
He couldn't help but think of the Nine Heavens Ambush Formation set up by the Yan Dan Sect using the blood sacrifice of all its disciples, and suddenly understood why Rong Yu had sent troops to the Langgu Sect.
"If, if a fight really breaks out, what will you do?" Geng Qi looked at him blankly and asked a stupid, stubborn question that he shouldn't have asked.
It's like your girlfriend and your mother falling into the water, which one would you save?
Rong Yu stared at him for a moment, then suddenly flipped over and pinned him down, their positions abruptly reversed. Geng Qi looked at the person above him and asked in a daze, "What are you doing?"
"Cultivation." Rong Yu said firmly.
"..."
If you have the power, you can save both of them at the same time?
Amused by his own thoughts, before the smile could even fully appear, his legs were already bent up.
Geng Qi said anxiously, "But I'll fall asleep!"
Rong Yu lowered his head and kissed him. "I know."
His voice was a little hoarse. Geng Qi looked at his handsome face swaying in front of him, his throat was a little dry, and he cupped his face and kissed him back.
As spiritual energy circulated and the soul merged, it was as if a clear spring had been poured over one's head, and all bad thoughts disappeared.
In the end, of course, I fell asleep.
Rong Yu looked at his sleeping face, gently stroked his eyebrows and eyes, and rubbed his fingertips on the cinnabar mole at the corner of his eye. When he dodged away as if tickled, Rong Yu chuckled softly.
There was still a red mark on his neck that he had insisted on leaving. He pulled the thin blanket over it before raising his eyes to look at the drunken figure by the bed. He gripped the hilt of the sword and exerted a little force, drawing the blade halfway out of its sheath. The blood-red color reflected in his clear eyes, making it seem as if even his pupils had turned blood-red. A few cold glints flashed across his face, their meaning unclear.
When Geng Qi woke up, it had only been three hours since he fell asleep. However, because he had gone to bed so late, the sun was already high in the sky when he woke up.
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