The wind and rain spread from the imperial city. Liu Ducheng had already received the news, but still lived a peaceful life.
It has been seven days since Yu Chi Feng left Liu Ducheng.
A letter was sent to Feng Tingliu along with the intelligence of Liu Ducheng.
Feng Tingliu opened the encrypted intelligence and quickly browsed through it. His expression remained unchanged. What was written on it was not different from his speculation. It was just that the turmoil in the imperial court had caused some minor changes. In addition, the Beilong Hall had been extremely active recently, making the officials dare not act rashly and losing their previous decadent state.
Feng Tingliu picked up another letter, carefully unsealed it, sat on the couch, and read it carefully.
Yu Chi Feng seemed to have written down his daily experiences in his heart. The thick stack of letters exuded the aroma of ink. Yu Chi Feng did not reveal too many details about the Beilong Hall. He only roughly explained that he was cleaning up the interior of the Beilong Hall. Instead, he used a large portion of the text to convey his longing.
The steady and serious master of the Beilong Hall actually wrote love letters behind people's backs. If someone saw it, his image would be ruined.
How could Yu Chi Feng write sentences like "I can't sleep without you at night"!
"Pfft..." Feng Tingliu couldn't help but laugh, covering his lips with a smile. He read the letter word by word, thenOrganize and put it in the depths of the cabinet.
Although Yu Chi Feng briefly mentioned the reorganization of the Beilong Hall, Feng Tingliu could still see that he had put in a lot of effort.
Qi Chuan really showed his flaws under Yu Chi Feng's momentum and couldn't wait to inform the Hanlong Hall. In this way, Yu Chi Feng followed his network of contacts and caught more than ten traitors.
Qi Chuan was very close to the Hanlong Hall and even knew some of the Hanlong Hall's bluffing and self-directed conspiracies, but he had no idea about the collusion between the Hanlong Hall and the Evil Cult.
Qi Chuan was imprisoned in the dungeon. Yu Chi Feng, considering his status as an elder of the Beilong Hall, provided him with good food and drink. The other traitors were all imprisoned.
Up to now, the Beilong Hall has almost been cleaned up, but Yu Chi Feng still believes that there are still people from the Hanlong Hall mixed into the Beilong Hall. These people are different from thoseFence-sitter traitors. They are really here for the invasion.
But those people are hidden very deeply, and no one can provide more intelligence.
At the end of the letter, Yu Chi Feng wrote:
"I have been in Liu Ducheng for several months. Although I know that the person I once guarded is not a good person, and the young master also mentioned my useless kindness. Now that I have returned to the Beilong Hall and faced such a situation, have I been too kind and indecisive? If I use torture to force a confession and kill the chicken to warn the monkey, would it be more effective?"
Feng Tingliu read the letter and thought for a while.
He pushed the door open, entered the study, ground the ink, and picked up the pen.
"Seeing the words is like seeing you. I am happy to receive your letter as scheduled. I know you are currently facing difficulties, just like when I first built Liu Ducheng and didn't know how to manage it. Your kindness is both an advantage and a weakness. Some people in the Beilong Hall still trust you because of your kindness. I have no intention of controlling your actions. As long as you don't let this kindness become your weakness."
Feng Tingliu paused, rubbed the penholder for a while, hesitated, and still imitated Yu Chi Feng's style and wrote some awkward love words.
"There will definitely be a peaceful sleep again."
Feng Tingliu pursed his lips, folded the letter paper, and put it in the envelope.
Before he could seal it, he heard three light knocks outside the door.
"Cough." Feng Tingliu coughed lightly, eased his hot cheeks, regained his usual posture, and then said, "Come in."
The person who pushed the door and entered was Qin Qichao. Now that Yu Chi Feng was not here, he took over the duty of the guard. But he didn't have as many things to do as Yu Chi Feng. He didn't need to serve the master to bed like Yu Chi Feng...
Qin Qichao came forward, put the secret letter in his hand on Feng Tingliu's table, and reported in a low voice: "The people of the Zhu Xie Association and the old faction of the Evil Cult are all moving towards Beiji City. It's very abnormal."
"It seems that Yu Chi Feng's actions have attracted too much attention." Feng Tingliu said, opening the secret letter. After reading it, his brows furrowed tightly.
"Are we going to fight? Please take me with you." Qin Qichao was eager to try, wishing to prove his strength immediately. After Yu Chi Feng left, he practiced swordsmanship even more diligently, just to surpass Yu Chi Feng one day and to supervise his actions.
"Oh?" Feng Tingliu raised his eyebrows, chuckled, threw the secret letter into the nearby candle lamp and burned it, "Well, I'll also go and see what Beiji City has become now?"
Qin Qichao ran out with Feng Tingliu's order, and the entire Feng Mansion began to prepare for tomorrow's trip.
Feng Tingliu sat in the study, picked up the pipe, lit the tobacco leaves, and started smoking.
Under the aroma of tobacco and herbs, he still couldn't calm his mood. Yu Chi Feng's letter was like a hook, bringing out the fire that he had almost ignored for seven days, making it surge out again and devour his rationality.
Habit is more terrifying than missing.
At first, Feng Tingliu didn't pay too much attention to the absence of a person. But when he lifted the pipe and tried to hint to the person beside him to add tobacco leaves, he realized something was wrong.
No one fanned for him anymore, no one let him lean on, not to mention there was no one beside him at night.
Feng Tingliu pursed the bitter taste of tobacco in his mouth, supported his head with one hand on the desktop.
The slight pain in his head seemed different from the usual disturbance of the Gu worms, but was caused by a sudden change in mood.
Feng Tingliu sighed softly, stood up, and returned to the bedroom.
He closed the doors and windows, stood in front of the old sword that Yu Chi Feng once used, stared at it for a while, and then raised his hand to touch the cold sword body.
The headache came again, and he had to fill the room with curling white smoke. But the sudden pain still forced him to bend over.
He supported himself on the cabinet, breathing heavily, gritted his teeth without making a sound, and let the cold sweat drip on the ground.
Feng Tingliu clenched his fist, endured the urge to destroy due to the pain, put the pipe aside before his body lost control, then grabbed the old sword and stumbled onto the bed.
The pain was not severe, far less than the longing in his heart.
"Uh...!" Feng Tingliu curled up on the bed, his clothes and long hair were messily scattered on the bed, becoming more and more disordered as he struggled.
Feng Tingliu hugged the old sword in his arms, trying to absorb the familiar warmth, but there was no one to relieve his headache.
The pain gradually changed, turning into an unfulfilled craving.
There were suppressed sounds coming from the room, accompanied by moist water sounds.
Feng Tingliu's eyes were hazy, and he vaguely saw Yu Chi Feng gently holding him in his arms, as if those pair of hot hands were overlapping with his, soothing his discomfort.
But when Feng Tingliu approached, all he could touch was the cold old sword.
"Um..."
With a muffled groan, Feng Tingliu layWeakness on the bed. He looked at the marks left on the old sword, his ears turning slightly red, and his breath was uneven.
He didn't even have the strength to deal with the dirt on his hands. He could only stick his hot cheek to the cold scabbard, trying to ease the restlessness of his body.
Yu Chi Feng is not here, and no one helps him clean up the bed. He doesn't know how to deal with this mess...
After a long time, Feng Tingliu struggled to sit up from the bed and casually wiped his hands on the sheet. He got out of bed, rolled up the sheet randomly, and decided to have someone throw it away tomorrow, out of sight and out of mind.
The headache stopped unexpectedly, but Feng Tingliu felt embarrassed and ashamed. He shrank into the bed, not daring to touch the old sword again, restraining his hard-to-calm restlessness.
I really want to see him...
Feng Tingliu thought in a daze.
He never knew that he would be addicted to love, and he never thought that Yu Chi Feng would have such a great influence on him.
But what Feng Tingliu wants to do, he has never failed to achieve.
Thinking like this, Feng Tingliu closed his eyes contentedly and fell asleep.
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The next day, the number of carriages coming and going in Beiji City suddenly increased, and there were many unfamiliar faces in the city.
However, Beiji City has always been a prosperous and lively city. The people on the street seem to be used to this, but the government is in a state of panic. Both the imperial court and the martial arts world are undergoing changes, and no one knows what will happen next. But those corrupt officials are extremely afraid of the Beilong Hall led by Yu Chi Feng and dare not act rashly.
"There is already turmoil in the imperial city. Those government officials are forming cliques to support the princes, forgetting what they should do originally." Qi Cheng stood beside Yu Chi Feng, looking at the news in his hand, and said with a frown.
"That's normal. Which prince doesn't covet the throne? For them, this is both an opportunity and a danger. The turmoil in the palace has the greatest impact on the common people."
"No, isn't it said that the Fifth Prince is uneducated and has no interest in the throne?"
Yu Chi Feng was originally buried in his work. Hearing this, he paused, looked up at Qi Cheng, and his gaze was filled with helplessness: "You make it sound simple."
Qi Cheng scratched his head, not quite understanding.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in."
"Hall Master." The subordinate pushed the door open and said, "The people from the Yanlong Hall have arrived."
Yu Chi Feng frowned, put down the pen and paper in his hand, stood up, smoothed his sleeves, and snorted coldly:
"Then I'll go and meet them to see how rotten the interior of the Zhu Xie Association has become."