Fenglei whispered: "But he is your father after all. Patricide is an unjust act after all."
"Since I can kill my father in a vassal state, I naturally don't mind doing it again."
Chu Yue sneered: "Fortunately, Emperor Ye Tian still thinks highly of me now. I can use it when the time comes. When he knows that I am his daughter, it will be his death. I want him to die!!"
Feng Lei took a deep breath and asked again: "Why don't you hate Uncle Feng?"
"If I accidentally learned these truths or found them out by myself, I would hate you."
Chu Yue said truthfully: "But Uncle Feng, you are willing to tell me in advance, which is enough to show Uncle Feng that you have always been guilty and self-blame. Not only that, you are also willing to help me, which is even more rare."
"As long as you say a word, whether it is to overthrow Emperor Ye Tian and support the new emperor, or to kill the leader of the Medicine God Sect, Uncle Feng will help you!" Feng Lei said excitedly.
"For Uncle Feng's words, I would be very grateful to you."
Chu Yue's eyes were slightly red.
"Come, Xiaoyue, let's have another drink with you, Uncle Feng."
Feng Lei took out the wine flask and was about to refill Chu Yue's wine.
But Chu Yue took another pot of new wine, opened the jade lid, raised her head and drank.
After three drinks, the uncle and nephew were intoxicated.
The Lord of Fengwu City talked about interesting things from that year, including every detail about Mu Qinghuang.
Chu Yue was slightly tipsy and raised her eyebrows slightly, telling how difficult the journey from the vassal states to the imperial capital of Beizhou was.
Feng Beiyin was like an outsider, watching her father talk to her freely with her wolf king eyes.
Half an hour passed.
Chu Yue, smelling of alcohol, stood up and said goodbye to Fenglei.
Feng Lei waved: "Bei Yin, go and see Xiaoyue off. Speaking of which, this child is your half-sister."
"yes--"
Feng Beiyin followed Chu Yue and left the Yingchun Tavern.
Feng Lei was the only one left in the elegant room.
Feng Lei gradually put away the smile on his face, revealed a dark look, and said jokingly: "Women are all stupid fools. Mu Qinghuang is like this, and this child is like this..."
With his other intact hand, he rubbed the lines of the wine glass and grinned: "Ye Chuyue, your nightmare is coming."
He also wanted Ye Chuyue to taste the feeling of having his soul shattered.
He wanted to see how the pained expressions of Ye Chuyue and Mu Qinghuang would be different when faced with the same desperate situation.
Just thinking about it makes me excited!
Fenglei stared at the broken hand: "With one palm, you can gain the trust of the Lord of the Martial Arts Temple. This stupid kid wants to kill his father. It's so ridiculous and sad. Huang'er, she is as stupid as you."
He closed his eyes, raised his chin, and let the autumn wind from the window blow over his cheeks, making the hair on his body stand up comfortably.
at last.
Feng Lei opened his eyes.
The blood on the severed palm on the table was flowing out along the wine table.
Feng Lei took the cup, took part of the blood from the corner of the table, and drank it all in one gulp.
The smell of wine mixed with blood was so wonderful that it was indescribable, making him feel so comfortable that he wanted to scream.
"despair!"
Feng Lei put down the cup, wiped the remaining blood on the table with the fingertips of his good hand, and wrote the word "Chu".
He looked at the bloody words on the table and laughed silently.
Within three months, he would have Ye Chuyue’s soul shattered and die!
…
The street outside Yingchun Tavern is bustling with people coming and going.
The warm blue sun fell on the bustling long street, plating every face with a layer of gold.
Every warrior, whether he is a powerful person, a soldier in the army, or a civilian, when passing by Chu Yue, he will salute respectfully and shout: "Master of the Martial Arts Temple."
Sometimes, he is also addressed as: "His Royal Highness Yuezun."
Chu Yue responded to these people and walked back to Mu Mansion with Feng Sadyin.
"Yueyue."
Feng groaned sadly but stopped: "My father..."
"I know."
Chu Yue said: "Leave the matter to me, you don't have to worry, just take care of yourself."
Feng Beiyin had no choice but to give up and stop talking. He wanted to smile at Chu Yue without any burden, so he forcefully opened the corners of his mouth to reveal a smile that was uglier than crying.
"Stop laughing, you look like a fool."
Chu Yue glanced at him pretending to be relaxed, and then returned to Mu Mansion calmly.
Until the door of Mu Mansion closed, she stood in the rock forest deep in the courtyard, her whole face sinking.
"Little Ye Zi, is this wind and thunder good or bad?" Xuanyuan Xiu asked.
Rag Bu was also puzzled: "The stories he told seem to be true."
Chu Yue narrowed her eyes and said hoarsely: "Don't believe in crocodile tears, they are the cheapest things in the world. As for the stories Fenglei told, whether they are true or false, I will check them, but so far,
He seems to have given me clues on purpose, or maybe he saw me bringing Ye Wuxie into the Mu Mansion and was afraid that the incident would come to light, so he wanted to clear himself up in advance, but it's not that easy!"
"Since Feng Lei wants me to be his next move, to use me, control me, and restrain me, then I can also make him the sharpest sword in my hand. When he has no use value, he should go to death.
That day!”
Chu Yue showed a cruel expression, and her eyes flashed with an arc of extreme bloodthirsty!
Since Feng Lei wants to play a game of chess with swords and swords!
Let's see, who can have the last laugh in this game of chess, between her and Feng Lei!