Yu Ji's Gu has become a compass for finding people.
Yu Chi Feng doesn't dare to delay and immediately dispatches a team to search for Yu Lin's location. However, the blood fed to the Gu won't last long. In order to keep the Gu continuously searching for people, Yu Ji can only follow the team and set out together, from time to time replenishing his own blood for the Gu.
The journey is long, and Yu Ji doesn't wear a dress to go out anymore. He borrowed a new set of clothes from Yu Chi Feng and put on men's clothing after a long time, and it is the most convenient strong outfit for traveling. With his long flowing hair and without applying red makeup, he actually has the air of a dashing noble young master.
But he still wears silver ornaments on his body, as well as the bone flute that controls the Gu and the bottles and jars in the medicine chest that make rustling sounds.
The people of the North Dragon Hall watched him bleed to feed the Gu, and they were all chilled to the bone. They kept their distance from him and that big black bug. Even when sleeping, they were vigilant about whether the bugs in the medicine chest would sneak out and crawl onto their faces.
"Are you so timid?" Yu Ji had a smile on the corner of his mouth as he looked at the person who was sitting in the same carriage but wished he could shrink into the corner, deliberately shaking the small box in his hand.
"Don't! Don't move!" The person trembled in fright, afraid that Yu Ji would slip and drop the box, allowing the big bug to crawl out. "I'm a real man! I'm not afraid of anything in the world! Except bugs! Ahhh!"
"Tsk tsk, you're so spineless." Yu Ji took a look at the situation in the box, then closed the lid and put it away properly. Only after that did the person breathe a sigh of relief and regain his composure.
The scenery outside the carriage changes, becoming more and more bustling and lively, as if they are getting closer and closer to the imperial city.
Yu Ji rarely goes out and naturally doesn't recognize the surrounding scenes. He turned to look at another person and asked, "Where are we now?"
"We are on the west side of the imperial city. If we go south for one more day, we will reach the stronghold of the Flame Dragon Hall."
"As expected, it's really in this direction..."
"Yes, now that she can't go back to the Cold Dragon Hall, she can only seek refuge in the Flame Dragon Hall."
Yu Ji looked at the scenery outside the window, feeling the tremors in the box in his hand caused by the Gu, with a complicated mood.
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On the other side, in the North Ji City.
Even though Liu Du Cheng sent clothes, Feng Ting Liu didn't rush to change into them. Instead, he wore the clothes that Yu Chi Feng bought for him every day, without losing his temperament.
Although he used to be the young master of the Feng family who lived a luxurious life, he also had a wandering life of fighting with wild dogs for food. Usually, pursuing a high-quality life doesn't mean he can't wear ordinary clothes or eat ordinary food. On the contrary, the clothes that Yu Chi Feng bought for him are to his liking. Even though the workmanship is slightly rough, it doesn't prevent him from liking them.
Feng Ting Liu wore a cool shirt with his chest exposed, sitting in the courtyard and smoking.
Under the half-covered shirt, there were new wounds overlapping old ones, looking a bit embarrassed.
The new wounds have gradually healed, and the newly grown flesh is pink and itchy. Feng Ting Liu couldn't help but reach out to scratch, but a big hand grabbed his wrist and stopped him.
" Young master, don't scratch." Yu Chi Feng put his hand down and pulled his shirt collar to cover a large area of his skin.
"It's very itchy..." Feng Ting Liu frowned and slapped Yu Chi Feng's hand away.
"Distract yourself." Yu Chi Feng smiled and sat opposite Feng Ting Liu, pouring him tea. "If we find Yu Lin, what are you going to do? Are you going to meet her in person?"
"Naturally." Feng Ting Liu picked up the tea and took a sip, shifting his attention from the wound to the tea. "We have been enemies for many years, and I naturally have to take revenge in person. My injuries are almost healed, and it's time for me to stretch my muscles."
When Feng Ting Liu said this, the confidence that belongs to a person in a high position was displayed between his eyebrows. His fingers rubbed the teacup, as if his hands were itchy and he wanted to immediately pick up the sword and fight to the death.
Yu Chi Feng looked at Feng Ting Liu's eyes and was almost mesmerized by him. He wished he could become Feng Ting Liu's sharp weapon, held in his hand to take lives.
Feng Ting Liu noticed Yu Chi Feng's clingy gaze and smiled charmingly. Just as he was about to say something, a series of hurried footsteps interrupted him.
"Hall Master!"
"Senior Qi, don't...!"
Qi Cheng rushed into the room in a hurry, followed by a flustered Yin Cang.
Yin Cang seemed unable to stop Qi Cheng in time and looked at Yu Chi Feng apologetically. However, he saw the loving and dependent gaze in Yu Chi Feng's eyes. Yin Cang was stunned on the spot, his eyes wide open, not knowing how to react.
Qi Cheng is rather careless and naturally didn't notice. But after seeing Feng Ting Liu, he stopped in his tracks, scratched his head, and looked a bit embarrassed.
Yu Chi Feng immediately withdrew his gaze and looked at Qi Cheng with a dark expression, saying coldly, "Didn't I tell you not to come in and disturb us? You'd better have an urgent matter."
Qi Cheng also realized that he had made a mistake and stood there stammering, looking at Yu Chi Feng and then at Feng Ting Liu. "It... It is a bit urgent."
"Speak."
"We have discovered the traces of the Evil Cult in the northwest again. But the location is different from before. They are very likely to have changed to a new stronghold."
"Well, can the location be determined?" Yu Chi Feng asked.
"It has been determined. Not only the location, but also the number of people. We sent someone to secretly investigate! Conservatively estimated, there are two to three hundred people in the stronghold!"
"Two to three hundred people? Can the Evil Cult have so many people?" Yu Chi Feng was also surprised to hear this.
Feng Ting Liu frowned and suddenly said, "They are private soldiers."
Suddenly, everyone fell silent.
The imperial court and the martial arts world have rarely interfered with each other. Occasionally, they may assist each other, but it is usually to deal with external enemies. But now, the Second Prince is using the martial arts forces to train soldiers in an attempt to seize the throne, which is truly unexpected.
"What should we do? Should we report this to the imperial court?" Qi Cheng has never seen such a big scene and immediately panicked.
"No need." Feng Ting Liu said, and then slowly took another sip of tea. "Liu Du Cheng has his own plans for this matter."
"Ah." Yin Cang suddenly came to his senses and took out an unopened letter from his arms. "There is another matter. This is a letter from Liu Du Cheng for Lord Feng."
Feng Ting Liu reached out to take it and saw that the handwriting on the envelope was wild and unrestrained. There was no doubt that it was from Feng Che.
Feng Ting Liu opened the envelope, not caring that there were others watching, and quickly read it once. His frown deepened, making the other three people also become nervous.
After a while, he put away the letter and said:
"Something has happened in the imperial palace again."
Previously, the emperor was critically ill, but several imperial physicians risked their lives to pull him back from the gates of hell. Although his body was weak, he was still conscious.
Although the current emperor is not a wise monarch, in this situation, he can still hold on to deal with the affairs of the court.
This kind of person values his position more than anything else. Even in such a situation, he is unwilling to give any power to any of the princes.
But now, the emperor is seriously ill and has fallen into a coma.
The imperial court is in a state of chaos. The Second Prince took the opportunity to quickly gain control of most of the power by using the ministers he hadTo win over. In this situation, even if the violent Second Prince is in power, no one dares to say anything - after all, those who have objections, whether openly or secretly, have been dealt with by the Second Prince.
The Second Prince's reputation is getting worse and worse, but the power he holds is getting more and more stable, creating a delicate balance in the entire imperial court.
It seems that as long as the emperor passes away, this position will be his.
"The emperor's serious illness is inseparable from the Second Prince. Perhaps he originally wanted to take the opportunity to directly kill the emperor when he had the power, but the imperial physicians in the palace are not to be underestimated." Feng Ting Liu folded the letter and put it away, planning to find a source of fire to burn it later.
"Was there someone blocking him?" Yu Chi Feng asked.
"Naturally."
Feng Ting Liu gave him a faint look, and he immediately understood that it was the Fifth Prince who was blocking the Second Prince, preventing him from succeeding immediately.
Feng Ting Liu continued, "We cannot interfere in the affairs of the imperial court. But now that things have come to this, the Second Prince may raise an army to force the palace at any time. We need to be prepared. At that time, both the Exorcism Society and the Evil Cult may be the Second Prince's helpers."
"Then why not take the opportunity to directly eliminate those private soldiers?" Qi Cheng asked, puzzled.
"It would startle the snake." Feng Ting Liu casually took a sip of tea. "Moreover, we have other plans."
After discussing the countermeasures roughly, Qi Cheng and Yin Cang were asked to leave the small courtyard.
Qi Cheng muttered all the way, saying that he never thought he would be involved in the affairs of the imperial court. After a while, he turned to look at Yin Cang and found that Yin Cang's expression was rather strange.
"What's wrong with you?" Qi Cheng couldn't help but ask. Yin Cang, this junior, is trusted by the Hall Master and is indeed capable of handling things well. He also has a good opinion of him. Now that he sees that the junior has something on his mind, he naturally wants to show some concern.
"Senior Qi, has the Hall Master... always been single?" Yin Cang hesitated for a moment but still asked.
"Yes, the Hall Master is so fierce that no girls dare to approach him. Besides, there are only a few girls in the North Dragon Hall..." Qi Cheng said, thinking that he understands his Hall Master the best.
"Why does it have to be a woman?" Yin Cang was stunned.
"Ah?" This time, it was Qi Cheng's turn to be stunned.
The two stared at each other for a moment. Qi Cheng looked at Yin Cang with a blank expression and said in a trembling voice, "You don't think that the Hall Master and Lord Feng..."
"I... I didn't say that." Yin Cang quickly looked away and hurried forward.
"That's right... That Lord Feng is a great beauty. Even I, a man, would blush and my heart would race when I see him. How could the Hall Master resist. And they are living together now... Yin Cang! Why are you running! Wait for me!"
Yu Chi Feng and Feng Ting Liu are unaware of the complicated thoughts of the two outside.
Yu Chi Feng changed to a new pot of tea, poured him a cup, and asked, "The other plans you mentioned, do you mean the Fifth Prince?"
"Yes." Feng Ting Liu picked up the teacup and took a sip of the hot tea, nodding. "The Fifth Prince has been quiet for many years, but he also has the intention to seize the throne. Moreover, neither the current emperor nor the Second Prince is the best candidate for that position."
"So, he plans to use this situation to his advantage?"
"Yes. And Feng Che and Liu Du Cheng will help him carry out this plan."
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Feng Ting Liu's injuries have almost healed, so he gets up early every day to practice swordsmanship, pulling Yu Chi Feng to be his sparring partner.
Even after being injured for a long time, his swordsmanship is still overbearing and shows no sign of decline. And Yu Chi Feng is also able to keep up with him, although he doesn't use his full strength, he shows no sign of defeat.
" Young master's swordsmanship remains the same." Yu Chi Feng smiled. The collision of the Liufeng Sword and the Fengliu Sword made a sound and also brought the two closer.
The hot breaths intermingled, adding a different color to the excitement of their confrontation.
"Same to you." Feng Ting Liu curved his lips and withdrew his sword.
Both of them were covered in sweat, so they took a bath and changed into new clothes. But both of them are at an energetic age and just had a sword fight, both in an excited state. Before they knew it, the passion flared up again.
The water in the bathtub splashed outside, also wetting Yu Chi Feng's clothes. But Yu Chi Feng didn't care. He held Feng Ting Liu in his arms and walked towards the bed. Feng Ting Liu landed on the bed, making the quilt and mattress wet, but no one cared.
Yu Chi Feng kissed Feng Ting Liu's lips, eagerly demanding, wishing he could devour him. The sticky sounds of water echoed in the room, mixed with the shallow panting of the two, making one's face flush.
Feng Ting Liu was also unable to control himself. He has been taking tonics for so long but could only relieve himself roughly. Now that the atmosphere is just right, he couldn't help but reach down, trying to hold Yu Chi Feng and bring him closer to himself.
Feng Ting Liu has already touched Yu Chi Feng, but in the next moment, Yu Chi Feng grabbed his wrist where the bruises have not yet faded, not even daring to use too much force.
"You..." Feng Ting Liu's voice was hoarse, and his red eyes were filled with disbelief.
" Young master, don't touch me." Yu Chi Feng's forehead veins bulged, as if he was enduring pain. But he just moved Feng Ting Liu's hand away and buried his head.
"Don't just do this... Uh..."
Although Feng Ting Liu felt strange, he soon couldn't think anymore. He allowed Yu Chi Feng to take him floating in a vast sea, losing control of himself.
By the time the room became quiet again, it was already the hour of Si.
Yu Chi Feng leaned on the bed, holding Feng Ting Liu in his arms, kissing his earlobe to comfort him.
Feng Ting Liu lay on him, panting for a moment, glanced at his lower body, and then glared at him. There was still some water in his red eyes, along with some dissatisfaction.
"Why didn't you go all the way?" Feng Ting Liu asked unhappily.
Yu Chi Feng was stunned and said helplessly, "I'm afraid your body can't take it. Your injuries have just healed and you've just practiced swordsmanship. How dare I continue."
"My injuries are completely fine." Feng Ting Liu's tone was even more unhappy.
" Young master, be good and rest a bit more." Yu Chi Feng lowered his voice to coax him and kissed his earlobe again.
"Are you coaxing a child?" Feng Ting Liu raised an eyebrow and lightly slapped Yu Chi Feng on the head.
The flirtatious slap naturally didn't hurt. Yu Chi Feng smiled, put Feng Ting Liu on the bed, got out of bed to get a hot towel and wiped his sweat again, and took out clothes to change him. When he was doing these things, his physical reaction still hadn't subsided.
"I'll clean up. We should go to the main hall."
Yu Chi Feng said, turned to clean up the mess, and went out to wash his face with cold water to calm down.
Feng Ting Liu sat on the bed, touching the corner of his clothes and falling into thought.
He was so proactive just now, but Yu Chi Feng still didn't take it further. But Yu Chi Feng's physical reaction was not fake, indicating that he still had feelings for him, but he was deliberately enduring.
Feng Ting Liu frowned, looked at Yu Chi Feng's back, and suddenly thought.
Is Yu Chi Feng being a bit overprotective of him?