Villain: Who said I came here to break off the engagement?

Sister Rong's expression changed, she waved away the two girls, and personally led Qiu Mei into her room.

As soon as she entered the room, she gave a big gift and said, "I have met the Lord."

Qiu Mei nodded slightly, then frowned and looked around the room, staring at her and asking, "Has anyone been here just now?"

"Yes, my lord." Sister Rong nodded quickly in response.

"Man?" Qiu Mei asked again.

"Uh...yes..." Sister Rong admitted bravely.

Qiu Mei said nothing more and came to sit down at the table. Perhaps out of curiosity, she asked: "You said you have been single for many years and have never fallen in love with any man. Why did you let a man into the boudoir today? He has three heads and six arms." "?"

"Back to my lord, he doesn't have three heads and six arms." Sister Rong sighed quietly, looked at the wine cup on the table in a daze, and murmured: "Maybe this is fate. I never believed in these illusory things before, but The moment I saw him today, I realized I was wrong.”

Qiu Mei looked at him: "Did you give your body to him?"

Sister Rong shook her head: "I wanted to give it, but I couldn't. He said he was married and had a wife, and he asked me not to mess with his mind."

"Ha." Qiu Mei sneered: "Hypocritical. If he was really a gentleman, he shouldn't have stepped into this brothel. This man is probably not a good person."

Sister Rong was about to explain the purpose of the other party's visit, but Qiu Mei raised the cup filled with fine wine, took a sip, and asked casually: "By the way, what's his name?"

"The surname is Li, Li Aoxue."

puff--

The wine Qiu Mei had just taken into her mouth squirted out, splashing all over Sister Rong's face who was looking astonished.

"Tell me again, what is his name?"

"Li Aoxue." Sister Rong raised her hand to wipe the wine drops from her face. Seeing that her lord didn't look right, she asked cautiously: "My lord, do you recognize him?"

Qiu Mei didn't answer, her expression returned to normal, but there was a hint of coldness in it. She stared at the beautiful woman opposite and suddenly said: "You didn't give your body to him, which is the most correct thing you have ever done in your life." Decide."

There was no beginning to the end of this sentence. Sister Rong was confused when she heard it. Just when she was about to ask, the other party asked first: "What else did he say?"

"It seems that the Lord really knows him." Sister Rong thought in her heart. After thinking for a long time, she told everything about Li Guanhai from the time he entered the brothel, including the ambiguous incident of sitting in his arms.

As she spoke, she still showed an intoxicated look on her face, squinting her eyes as if she was reminiscing.

The more Qiu Mei listened, the colder her expression became. Her eyes were like daggers, piercing the beautiful woman sitting opposite.

Sister Rong felt something in her heart. She raised her eyes and met a pair of cold eyes. She was suddenly startled. She knelt down and said, "This subordinate talks too much. Please don't blame me, Your Majesty."

She thought the other person was unhappy because she was too verbose and talked too much nonsense.

"It doesn't matter." Qiu Mei said calmly, "Go on."

"This..." Sister Rong, who realized that something was wrong with the situation, of course did not dare to say any more, so she had to change the topic abruptly and talk about the Qingyi landlord.

There was still a layer of frost between Qiu Mei's brows, but she did not expose the other party's change of topic. After listening, she asked, "Do you know what they were talking about inside."

Sister Rong shook her head: "I don't know. At that time, only the building owner, Qian Long, and Shen Yuyu were in the room. A barrier formation was set up on the second floor, so you couldn't get close."

After hesitating for a while, she continued: "My lord, the Qijue Sect competition is about to end. Qingyi Louzhu's plan will be implemented soon. We don't know what kind of turmoil will happen in the capital. For the sake of safety, we still..."

"Are you scared?" Qiu Mei interrupted her.

"Afraid." Sister Rong nodded and admitted, not feeling anything embarrassed.

"You were under the control of Qingyi Tower and survived all these years of lurking here, but now you feel timid at this critical moment. Why?"

Sister Rong smiled bitterly: "Actually, I have always been afraid. I am afraid that one day I will be sacrificed as a dead chess piece. I am also afraid that Qingyi Tower's secret plan will be exposed and I will be implicated."

…

Yu Yinian and others were all looking crazy. After dinner, Zhao Zi disappeared without telling anyone where he was going.

Not only did he ask Confucian disciples to look for it, but he also mobilized everyone in the Qijue Sect in Jiangzhou to launch a blanket search.

"It's weird, where will this kid go?" The head of the Bing family scratched his head and walked into the front hall with a sad look on his face.

Yu Yinian paced back and forth in the hall, his brows full of sorrow.

As the Master of the Confucian Mountain, he taught Confucian truth to his disciples, and he should have treated the students equally, without distinction.

However, there are fewer and fewer people who are willing to study hard and follow the Confucian system, which has led to the decline of Confucianism, and there are not many talented disciples under the sect. If this continues, he and his Confucianism will definitely be expelled from the Seven Absolute Sect.

As a result, Zhao Zi was born. This student he had never paid attention to before brought him great surprise and hope. He won consecutive battles and defeated powerful enemies, and he became the most likely person to win the championship in Jiangzhou Qijue Sect. , and is everyone’s hope.

No matter how hard Yu Yinian tried to level a bowl of water, he would inevitably favor Zhao Zi at this moment, who brought him hope. He decided that after the competition was over, he would devote all his efforts to cultivating this disciple and bring Jiangzhou to the forefront. Qijuemen Confucianism carries forward!

As a result, now that the person is gone, only he can understand the taste and pain.

At this time, the head of the Bing family thought of something, reached out and patted him, and lowered his voice and said, "Do you think the gang of bastards in Yuzhou and Yunzhou secretly kidnapped your disciples for fear of losing and being embarrassed?"

Yu Yinian clenched his fist and said, "It's not impossible."

The head of the Bing family glared and said, "What are you waiting for? Go and ask for someone." He turned around and was about to walk out of the hall.

"It's useless." Yu Yinian stopped him, "How could they admit it? Even if we want to search, where should we start?"

"Then just wait here?" The head of the Bing family was impatient, and his emotions were all written on his face.

After a while, several waves of disciples ran into the front hall one after another, but they didn't find Zhao Zi.

The round-faced girl and the dimple girl were so anxious that their faces turned red, and beads of sweat hung on their white and pink little faces.

Just when everyone was at a loss, a familiar voice came into the hall: "Oh, it's so late, why don't you rest yet, don't you have to compete tomorrow?"

Everyone was startled and looked together, only to see Zhao Zi walking in with a bag of oranges, and the confusion on his face seemed very harmless and innocent.

What followed was naturally a round of questioning and blame, especially Yu Yinian, who rarely swore and was teased by the head of the military family as being disrespectful.

After the farce ended, Li Guanhai returned to Zhao Zi's room.

Before returning, he secretly went to Xiaoyaohou Mansion and told Qin Shu that he would not be back tonight.

Because he was sure that Qingyilou would never stop after failing to hit him, they would definitely eliminate him at all costs, and there was a high possibility of a second assassination tonight, so he had to stay in Zhao Zi's room to prevent the assassin from finding him.