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After much deliberation, Meng Fuyuan still did not fill Lu Jiu's vacant seat. On the second day after sending Bian Qingyu away, Meng Fuyuan and his party set off from Luzhou and went directly to Xuzhou.

When I arrived in Xuzhou, it happened to be March [-]th.

The gift for Ji Hongyi had already been prepared by Seventeen in Xuzhou. After the two teams reunited, they went to the location of the birthday party stated on the invitation.

Qinghongmen is located in the outskirts, with a towering vermilion wall that circles the palace city, and a few branches of pink and white peaches and apricots come out of the wall, swaying gracefully.

Just when he was about to enter the city gate, Meng Fuyuan had an intuition that the architecture of Qing Hongmen could be described as gorgeous and flamboyant.

Sure enough, walking further in, passing through a Ruyi cave gate, the palace with double eaves is covered with blue glazed tiles.

Continuing forward along the winding corridor, you can see rockery, mounds, fences, leaky windows, flower walls, moon cave doors, etc. around, pavilions and pavilions are surrounded, and several rooms are connected in parallel to form a house, and several houses are surrounded by a courtyard.

The word "Xi" is near the window, the stage is set up, and bright yellow tassels are hanging from the bright red lanterns, swaying gently in the breeze under the eaves. The bright red silk is tied to the beams, leaving a section of vermilion satin hanging on the side of the column.

The servant led Meng Fuyuan and others to meet Ji Hongyi face to face, and the two of them exchanged a few polite words, and stopped chatting with each other.The birthday gift had already been given to the housekeeper by Shi Qi and others, and it was counted and stored in the warehouse. Meng Fuyuan didn't stay in front of Ji Hongyi, and went straight to the seat Ji Hongyi had reserved for Wuwei Villa.

Just sitting down, Meng Fuyuan brought the porcelain cup to his lips and was about to take a sip when he suddenly remembered that under the skin of the sect master of Qinghong sect was the soul of the leader of the Demon Cult who had lost his conscience, he couldn't help feeling a chill down his spine, and put it down hastily.

It would be too eye-catching for a dozen or so people to stand still in a restrained manner, so Meng Fuyuan didn't force the shadow guards to stay by his side and told them that they could walk around inside the Qinghong Gate, but they had to be careful and play by ear.

Meng Fuyuan himself didn't want to be overly suspicious, so he thought that this birthday banquet, which was very likely to become a Hongmen banquet, was just an ordinary banquet. He didn't sit for long, then got up and walked around again, and met Bian Qingyu and Wei Chuge on the way , and some familiar faces in the three factions' sparring and the Jianghu Grand Trial, playing tricks with each other so as not to lose courtesy.

You can't fully enjoy the scenery, Meng Fuyuan's heart can't help but tense, and he can only respond to all changes with the same, quietly waiting for the guests to come.

"Meet the Master of Qinghong Sect."

"Call me Your Majesty."

Ji Hongyi, who was supposed to receive guests in the main hall, was sitting idle in the octagonal pavilion in the backyard, pulling up Bian Qingyu, who was stiff and bowing in front of him, feeling the soft wind blowing from all directions.

"...Your Majesty."

Ji Hongyi just smiled and didn't answer. He looked at the spring in the distance, and suddenly sighed without beginning or end, "I like spring the most. It is full of vitality, the ice and snow melt, and the dead come back to life." After finishing speaking, he whispered the last four words Several times, in this way, these four words can linger on his lips and teeth for him to savor carefully.

Bian Qingyu didn't know how to answer the conversation, so he simply didn't say anything, so as not to make too many mistakes.

Ji Hongyi knew that Bian Qingyu was not a talkative person, not only that, but he was afraid that the other party would answer only if he had to say a few words himself. If he wanted to force the other party to speak, he had to condescend and ask: "What do you think? ?”

Bian Qingyu suppressed the expression between his eyebrows and said calmly: "Your Majesty is right."

Ji Hongyi stared at him for a few moments, then suddenly stretched out his hand to hold Bian Qingyu's wrist. The seemingly soft strength was actually strong and powerful, and he could not break free easily. He pulled Bian Qingyu to his side, holding Bian Qingyu's wrist tightly. The posture of sticking to each other encloses the other party so that they cannot escape.

Bian Qingyu hid his other hand tightly under the sleeve of his clothes, his fingertips almost pierced into the flesh, but there was no flaw on his face.

After all, he has endured for more than 100 years.

"Why didn't you take the initiative to come to me, instead you want me to send someone to look for you in person?" Ji Hongyi changed the subject and started to ask again, with an absent-minded look on his face.

"Your Majesty has many affairs to deal with, and I'm afraid of disturbing Your Majesty." Bian Qingyu lowered his head, said softly, and after a pause, he continued to add, "If you disturb Your Majesty, His Majesty will inevitably get annoyed with me."

Hearing this, Ji Hongyi raised his head and laughed a few times, as if he had heard a big joke, "Why do I hate you?"

He laughed and pulled him a few inches closer, "Ah Yu is cheating on me."

"Why do I feel that Ah Yu and I haven't seen each other for a long time, instead of being more sincere, there is a lot of friendship?"

Bian Qingyu bowed his head, "Your Majesty, I'm thinking too much."

Ji Hongyi didn't continue this topic anymore, and slid his hand on the other person's waist, "If I say that I hold this birthday banquet just to meet Ah Yu in an open and honest manner, will Ah Yu believe it?"

Bian Qingyu's body froze for a moment together with his pretended composure.

He didn't expect that Ji Hongyi would ask him this question directly. Thousands of thoughts flashed through Bian Qingyu's mind in an instant. In the end, he decided not to pretend to be stupid and took a risk. Maybe he could get some news out of Ji Hongyi's mouth. "Your Majesty made a big move to hold a birthday banquet, and all the famous martial arts masters from Jianghuai were invited. It shouldn't be just a simple birthday celebration, right?"

Bian Qingyu had a flattering smile on his face, "Although I want to believe it, I don't dare to believe it, but even though I know these are lies, if Your Majesty is willing to say this, I should be overjoyed."

"Ah Yu, you have to understand that when a fake is fake, it's also a fake." Ji Hongyi said casually, "Who knows if it's true or not? I can't tell the difference. Is what I just said the truth or a lie?"

Bian Qingyu lowered his eyes, his eyelids trembled slightly, and thought to himself, sure enough, he couldn't extract any useful information from Ji Hongyi's mouth.

The next moment, the other party's hand suddenly pinched his chin, and all Bian Qingyu's thoughts stopped instantly.Things finally evolved to a step that Bian Qingyu would hate, and it was also a step that Bian Qingyu knew he would never be able to avoid.

When Ji Hongyi kissed her, Bian Qingyu's abdomen began to convulse, and his body resisted subconsciously, but his rationality forced him to pretend to enjoy the communion. Bian Qingyu only felt that he had returned to being forced to feed Lianxin more than 100 years ago. During the time of Gu, the soft touch on the lips is like thousands of Gu worms wriggling on the tip of the tongue behind the jaw, scrambling to crawl deep into the throat.

Terrified, nauseated, gagged.

But he can only be forced to bear everything, and pretend to be happy and flattered.

For a moment, Bian Qingyu wanted to reach out and grab the other party's neck. He was fed up with acting, and he wanted to die with Ji Hongyi.

Fortunately, I held back.

If you act rashly, you will only fail, and you have endured it for more than 100 years, and this time is not too bad.

I don't know how long it took, until Bian Qingyu only felt that his limbs and bones had become numb and could not be controlled by himself, so Ji Hongyi reluctantly left from between his lips and teeth.

After he stopped, he pretended to be gentle and tucked the broken hair on the sideburns behind his ears for Bian Qingyu.

Bian Qingyu allowed the opponent's actions to be like a puppet that had lost his soul and consciousness. He looked at the faint affection in Ji Hongyi's eyes and felt hypocrisy and irony. It's not like he hasn't seen Ji Hongyi killing innocent people indiscriminately, with blood on his hands.

After finishing all this, Ji Hongyi looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, and then turned his gaze to the depths of the pair of Qiushui cut pupils under the silver-white mask, "By the way, I almost forgot, I have one more thing to ask you."

He leaned closer and murmured softly, "You sent someone to kill Fu Chenghe, right?"

The howling wind filled the sleeves, and the coldness refused to dissipate.

Bian Qingyu flinched, but his expression was calm as if nothing had happened. He admitted it very readily, because he had expected it a long time ago, "I killed it."

Ji Hongyi's right hand slowly climbed up the other party's neck, as if teasing and stroking, but also as a silent threat, "Why?"

"Because I want to enjoy His Majesty's love exclusively." Bian Qingyu replied fluently, and smiled coquettishly, but the smile turned cold for no reason, "Fu Chenghe is really an eyesore to me, so I just killed him."

Ji Hongyi seemed to be stunned for a moment when he heard the words, probably because he didn't expect the other party to give such an answer, but obviously, he was very satisfied with the answer, so he kissed the side of the other party's neck again, "Bai Yu, you are so ruthless. I."

The murderous intent in his eyes flashed past and disappeared without a trace, Bian Qingyu lowered his eyes and replied meekly: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your praise."

Ji Hongyi laughed loudly.

His hands seemed to have turned into poisonous snakes, and once again slipperyly walked around Bian Qingyu's waist, Bian Qingyu accepted it silently, and the other party crossed the boundary even more recklessly.

So it finally reached the point where Bian Qingyu couldn't bear it.

"My lord..." His voice finally began to tremble uncontrollably, "This is... outside..."

The belt had been untied by Ji Hongyi and fell to the ground.

Bian Qingyu's voice contained a bit of pleading that he didn't even realize, because with Ji Hongyi's style, it is really possible to do those things in the octagonal pavilion with air leaks everywhere. Even if this is Ji Hongyi's private backyard, it is inevitable that there will be Ji Hongyi didn't care about this when a guest servant stumbled into him by mistake, but he did. He still has the status of the head of the Tianshu Sect.

Ji Hongyi looked at Bian Qingyu's face expressionlessly.

Even with a mask behind him, Bian Qingyu felt that the period of Ji Hongyi's silence was extremely difficult, and he was even thinking that if Ji Hongyi insisted on not letting him go, how would he get out cleverly?

After a while, Ji Hongyi finally spoke again. He laughed a few times at first, "Ah Yu loses face, okay, then don't do it."

Bian Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief temporarily.

"But reciprocity, I promise you one thing, and you have to promise me one thing." Ji Hongyi leaned close to Bian Qingyu's ear, "Don't leave tonight, stay one more day, and stay with me."

When Ji Hongyi left, Bian Qingyu hurriedly tidied up the inner and outer skirts of his clothes, grabbed the belts and tied them, and left in a hurry along the path from before.

But at the first step just out of the backyard, someone stopped him, "Master Bian."

Bian Qingyu turned around, and the moment his eyes met, his breath was suffocated.

"Master Wei."

Bian Qingyu bowed hastily, not wanting to stay any longer, and planned to leave the other party immediately, and after walking a few steps, the other party's mocking voice came from behind——

"Master Bian, don't rush to leave."

Wei Chuge raised his eyes and sneered, but there was no trace of warmth in his eyes, "Don't Master Bian ask how much I have heard?"