Baili Duyue's thoughts were hard to predict, and even Sang Feiwan didn't understand the other party's intention. Hearing this, he was stunned for a moment and felt that this matter was a mixed blessing.
The good thing is that I can finally make my presence felt in front of Baili Duyue at close range. The bad thing is that if that evil personality suddenly shows up, my life would be in danger and I wouldn't be able to run away.
Walking on the edge of a knife, caught in a dilemma.
Just when Sang Feiwan was lost in thought and hadn't made up his mind, Baili Duyue had already turned around and left, disappearing outside the Moon Gate. It seemed that he came here just to inform Sang Feiwan, not to seek his opinion.
Sang Feiwan: “…”
Fine.
Not long after, the housekeeper also received the order. He probably couldn't understand why Sang Feiwan suddenly "flew up to the tree and turned into a phoenix" in just a few days. Could it be that heroes are hard to resist the temptation of beauty, and even the city lord fell in love with his stunning face
The housekeeper was puzzled, but he finally understood one thing. Sang Feiwan was now favored by the city lord. He was no longer the slave who could be beaten and scolded at will. His tone of voice was finally a little polite for the first time: "Serving in the main hall is not like sweeping the garden. You need to be extremely careful. If you violate the city lord's taboos, don't blame me for not reminding you."
Sang Feiwan would tidy up the study and trim the branches, but he had never done the work of serving people personally. Hearing this, he thought for a moment, and finally decided to ask for the sake of safety: "Feiwan is stupid, may I ask, what does it take to serve the city lord personally?"
The housekeeper choked when he heard this, thinking how could he know, after all, the city lord never had anyone serve him personally before, Sang Feiwan was the first. But he still pretended to cough softly, put his hands behind his back and frowned, saying: "The city lord is so kind to you, but you don't even know how to serve him, which is to serve tea and ink, massage his shoulders and back, change his clothes and bathe him, warm his bed..."
As he was speaking, he suddenly realized something was wrong, his pupils contracted, and he quickly swallowed the second half of his sentence. Sang Feiwan paused slightly when he saw this, and pretended that he didn't hear it. He smiled and bowed, saying, "Thank you for your advice, butler. Feiwan will keep it in mind."
The King of Hell is easy to deal with, but the little ghosts are hard to deal with. Sang Feiwan never cares about the housekeeper's bad attitude towards him. It doesn't hurt anyway and it won't cost him a piece of flesh.
At this moment, the housekeeper finally felt that Sang Feiwan was not a simple person. With this kind of character, he would not be bad around the city lord. After thinking about it, he finally gave a secret suggestion: "You are a smart person, so you naturally know the principle of being cautious in words and deeds. I only tell you one thing, never mention the old city lord and his wife in front of the city lord, and never touch the box carved from thousand-year-old purple gold wood on the easel in the bedroom."
After the housekeeper said this, Sang Feiwan became curious. It was understandable that he couldn't mention his parents in front of Baili Duyue, because the original novel of "Tan Huan" set Baili Duyue with childhood trauma and his parents were at odds since he was young. Asking this was tantamount to stepping on a thunder point.
But is there some shameful secret hidden in the box on the easel in the bedroom
Sang Feiwan deliberately asked innocently: "Is there any cultivation method in that box?"
The housekeeper snorted, thinking he was naive: "If he was practicing a mental method, why would he leave it out in the open? Anyway, just don't touch it."
Sang Feiwan lowered his eyes thoughtfully after hearing this, smiled, and tactfully stopped asking questions, turning back to the house to pack his things. He would be serving Baili Duyue in the future, so naturally he couldn't live in the backyard like before, and had to move to the main hall tonight.
Well, tonight.
The moon was bright and the leaves were sparse. The royal city of Cangdu was like a giant beast, quietly lurking in the darkness. A row of night-lights hung under the quiet corridor of the main hall. When the wind blew, they fluttered gently, and a row of blurred shadows appeared on the floor tiles.
Sang Feiwan actually didn't have much to pack, just a backpack filled with clothes. He walked towards the main hall, leaving a tall shadow behind him, and he could actually taste some of the elegance of jade.
He didn't look like a child from a poor family at all. He just kept his eyebrows down and smiled lightly, which made people ignore him.
The main hall was named Xuanzhu, and guards were on duty outside day and night. When they saw Sang Feiwan coming, they would only stare at his too dazzling face for a few seconds, and then quickly look away, their eyes watching their nose and their nose watching their heart, and it was obvious that they were well-trained.
At that time, Baili Duyue was painting in the study room of the bedroom, but he just used light strokes and in the end, nothing could be formed. He knew that it was the result of his restless mind, so he frowned, threw the ink pen aside, crumpled up the paper on the table, and threw it out the door in annoyance.
The paper ball rolled and landed at someone's feet.
"Is the city lord painting?"
Sang Feiwan leaned over to pick up the piece of paper, slowly unfolded it, and saw a mottled ink mark on it. He could only vaguely make out a person was drawn, but the face was unclear as it was painted completely black.
Baili Duyue didn't expect Sang Feiwan to appear outside the palace gate, and he couldn't help but pause when he saw him holding his discarded painting, and his fingertips silently pinched the spell in his sleeves, and the painting immediately caught fire out of thin air, and the flames shot up into the sky.
Baili Duyue did all this and waited quietly for Sang Feiwan to be frightened.
However, Sang Feiwan did not panic at all. Seeing the drawing paper being engulfed by flames and about to burn himself, he slowly threw it away. The night wind blew away the ashes with sparks, which slowly floated into the sky and scattered into thousands of stars.
Sang Feiwan was not a three-year-old child, so he would not be frightened by such an ordinary trick. He walked to Baili Duyue and saw the mess on the table. He rolled up his sleeves naturally, revealing a bony hand. He picked up the ink stick and began to grind the ink slowly. He smiled and whispered, "Mayor, do you want to paint? Why don't you grind the ink for you?"
"… "
Baili Duyue asked Sang Feiwan to serve him personally today, but it was actually an impulse. He was probably provoked by Jiang Liuping, the drunkard, otherwise he would never have given such a foolish order. Now people outside probably think that Baili Duyue lost control in front of beauty and took Sang Feiwan as his male lover, which he couldn't explain clearly anyway.
The night was surging, and although there were candles in the hall, it was still dim. Baili Duyue pursed her lips slightly, without any extra expression on her face, looking a little lonely and chilly. Her white eyelashes were long and thick, like a layer of light snow, or like a handful of moonlight. Her scarlet robe dragged on the ground, pouring down like water.
He quietly watched Sang Feiwan's pleasing movements of grinding ink, and suddenly thought that it would be nice to have a male lover, who could grind ink for him and serve him in his spare time, so it wouldn't be completely useless. However, he said, "This city lord doesn't want to paint today."
Sang Feiwan paused in his action of grinding ink after hearing this. He gently put down the ink stick and wiped his fingertips with a white towel. He didn't look at all helpless, but smiled and said, "The city lord must be tired. Feiwan will massage his shoulders and legs for him."
Without waiting for Baili Duyue to respond, he lifted up the hem of his robe and sat down beside him. A pair of bony hands covered Baili Duyue's shoulders, massaging them from time to time, causing a strange feeling.
Baili Duyue couldn't help but think of the scene in the lake that day. His body suddenly began to heat up and he suddenly felt weak. He frowned slightly, trying his best to ignore this strange feeling, and said in a deep voice: "No need, you leave."
It doesn't sound very intimidating.
Sang Feiwan paused, his eyes lightly swept across Baili Duyue's slightly red neck, as if he understood something, and slightly curled his lips where the other party couldn't see, but his tone was a little resentful: "Does the city lord dislike Feiwan?"
"But Fei Wan just felt sorry for the city lord and wanted to help him relieve his fatigue."
"If the city lord doesn't want to see Fei Wan, then Fei Wan... Fei Wan should just leave..."
He withdrew his hand after he finished speaking, and pretended to stand up and leave. Baili Duyue paused when he saw this, subconsciously stretched out his hand to hold him, frowned and said: "Who said that this city lord doesn't want to see you anymore."
Sang Feiwan smiled imperceptibly upon hearing this, and sat back down. He turned his wrist and directly pressed Baili Duyue's cold fingertips into his palm, then slowly tightened his grip. His voice suddenly became low, and his handsome face made people's heart beat faster: "Then why doesn't the city lord want Feiwan to serve him?"
Baili Duyue didn't know how to answer for a moment.
Sang Feiwan chuckled: "It seems that what City Lord Jiang said is indeed correct."
When Baili Duyue heard him mention Jiang Liuping, the drunkard, he frowned and asked without any emotion, "What did he say?"
Sang Feiwan seemed to see a white fish taking a bite in front of him, innocent and gullible. His fingertips scratched Baili Duyue's palm from time to time, the itch penetrated his bones, and with a smile on his thin lips, he deliberately said slowly: "He said..."
Baili Duyue: "What?"
Sang Feiwan said innocently: "The city lord is a wooden man who doesn't understand romance."
Baili Duyue's face darkened: "..."
That damn bastard Jiang Liuping, if he had known earlier he shouldn't have let the other party go so easily today, he should have been skinned alive anyway!
Sang Feiwan seemed to sense the anger in Baili Duyue's heart. His fingertips slowly moved up like a snake and landed on his shoulder again. He massaged with moderate force, calming his anger without leaving any trace. "But Feiwan felt that the city lord was obviously of pure character and disdained romantic affairs."
He secretly exerted his strength to hold Baili Duyue's flexible waist, causing her to fall into his arms unconsciously. His fingertips gently brushed across her picturesque eyebrows and eyes, with a clear smile in her eyes, as if coaxing him, and asked in a low voice: "Isn't it?"
Baili Duyue was inevitably bewitched and felt a little drowsy. Plus, Sang Feiwan seemed to always accurately touch those sensitive points that even he himself didn't know about. His body softened like water and his breathing became disordered.
"you… "
Baili Duyue's heart skipped a beat, and the inexplicable feeling of panic suddenly came over him again, making him feel helpless. He frowned and clenched Sang Feiwan's collar, trying to use the force to get up, but Sang Feiwan didn't let him leave. He kneaded his waist with his fingertips, and he fell back in disarray in an instant.
Baili Duyue's frosty white hair fell silently, casting a warm glow under the candlelight. Sang Feiwan's collar was also torn a little, revealing a large area of his chest. He raised the corners of his lips slightly, smiling like a disaster, and said helplessly: "The city lord is too impatient..."
The seat is large enough to accommodate two people lying down like a couch.
Sang Feiwan simply leaned forward and pressed Baili Duyue under him. He supported his head with one hand and looked down at the other's eyebrows. His fingertips moved flexibly, slowly brushing the side of Baili Duyue's face, and finally wrapped around a strand of silver-white hair, playing with it nonchalantly, and asked with a smile: "Is the city lord a little afraid of me?"
Baili Duyue's trembling eyelashes revealed her thoughts: "This city lord... This city lord is afraid of what you will do?"
In fact, his mind was completely blank, he was at a loss. He wondered what Sang Feiwan was doing, why did he suddenly press him down? And why did he touch his face? Was it just to do this kind of thing when keeping a male lover
"It's good that the city lord is not afraid of Fei Wan, otherwise Fei Wan will be sad."
Sang Feiwan glanced at Baili Duyue's panic and couldn't help but feel amused. He thought it was really fun to tease this guy. His white fingertips caressed Baili Duyue's red lips. He was bewitched by the soft and hot touch for a moment. He lowered his head and slowly approached like a possessed person...
The breaths blend together, and the warm atmosphere makes people feel dizzy and excited.
Sang Feiwan suddenly stopped when he was only a gap away from Baili Duyue's lips. He woke up a little late. He never liked to have too close physical contact with others, so he instinctively wanted to pull away.
Baili Duyue, who was lying under him, noticed Sang Feiwan's hot-and-cold attitude, and frowned and moved unconsciously. The scarlet robe was a little messy, with wrinkles piled up, like a withered flower, with an inexplicable decadent beauty: "What are you doing...?"
He could feel that Sang Feiwan seemed to want to do something to him just now, but suddenly stopped.
Facing Baili Duyue's clear and blank eyes, for the first time in his life, Sang Feiwan suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of guilt in his heart. He unconsciously rubbed his fingertips, and glanced inadvertently, and found a spiritual pool for bathing behind the screen. After hesitating for a moment, he leaned over and picked up Baili Duyue from the chair.
"Of course, I am helping the city lord change his clothes and take a bath..."
Although Sang Feiwan's appearance was stunning, her figure was not thin, but rather strong and slender. At this moment, he held Baili Duyue in his arms, and walked directly behind the screen after speaking, intending to thoroughly implement the housekeeper's instructions.