The Emperor's birthday was celebrated at the Bugui Tower. In the Cloud Realm, all the famous and prominent cultivators from the Sixteen King Cities, Nine Mountain Immortal Palaces, Eight Heavens and Six Caves came.
Baili Duyue had attended the banquet alone in previous years, but this time he brought a handsome man with him, which attracted a lot of attention. He ignored the curious gazes from the people around him, and took Sang Feiwan to sit down at the table. He lazily leaned back in the chair, picked up the wine pot and drank by himself.
Sang Feiwan noticed Baili Duyue's actions and subconsciously raised his hand to stop him. He shook his head imperceptibly and said, "City Lord, please don't drink. It's not good to get drunk."
The mole spirit asked Sang Feiwan to secretly put medicine into Baili Duyue's cup, which indirectly showed that this banquet was not simple. Although Sang Feiwan threw the medicine into the fire, it was better not to drink it for safety.
Baili Duyue paused for a moment after hearing this, then withdrew his hand and said nonchalantly, "It's better not to drink it. Who knows what dirty stuff is added to it."
He seemed to be simply expressing his disgust for this place, but Sang Feiwan had a guilty conscience. His heart skipped a beat when he heard his words, and he subconsciously looked at Baili Duyue, but seeing that the other party looked normal, he quietly felt relieved.
Tian Gang was waiting with his sword in his arms. Seeing this, he moved his feet slightly, as if he wanted to go forward and report something to Baili Duyue. However, Sang Feiwan noticed his movements first, a dark light flashed in his eyes, and he deliberately covered his stomach and frowned, then fell on Baili Duyue's shoulder: "Ouch."
Baili Duyue subconsciously caught Sang Feiwan when he saw this, thinking that he was feeling unwell: "But where are you feeling unwell?"
Sang Feiwan, who was not visible to others, winked at Baili Duyue and said jokingly in a low voice, "There are so many beauties at the banquet today, does the city lord like any of them?"
Baili Duyue paused for a moment after hearing this, then frowned and scolded him, "What nonsense are you talking about."
Sang Feiwan: "Then the city lord is not allowed to talk to others and must stay with me all the time."
Baili Duyue thought it was a big deal when he heard it, but it turned out to be this. But he could not deny that he found this sentence quite useful: "You are the city lord's man, so you should stay with the city lord."
Sang Feiwan was relieved. He was really afraid that Tiangang would find a chance to report Xiaohei. It was really uncomfortable to have someone hold something against him. He couldn't kill him, and he couldn't beat him either. It was frustrating.
The Emperor and his concubine had not yet arrived, and a handsome and gentle man in a yellow shirt had been entertaining the guests at the banquet. Others called him "Young Master", and he was probably the Emperor's only son, Fu Yuhao, the next heir to Yunjing.
Fu Yuhao was of high status, but he didn't seem to be arrogant. He was good at dancing with long sleeves and was approachable. He glanced casually and suddenly noticed Baili Duyue, who was walking through the crowd with a cup in his hand. He smiled and said, "City Lord Baili, it's been a long time since we last had a drink together on my mother's birthday. I see you today, and you look even more elegant than before..."
As he spoke, he suddenly noticed Sang Feiwan standing beside him. He paused, as if he was a little surprised: "City Lord Baili is so lucky to have such a beautiful concubine by his side. How come I have never seen one before?"
Sang Feiwan lowered his eyes nonchalantly and said nothing, thinking that although this young prince seemed harmless, he actually had extraordinary means, otherwise in the original novel he would not have been able to subdue Duan Yang, the philandering protagonist, and become his final "destination".
It is better to have less dealings with such people.
Baili Duyue did not accept Fu Yuhao's wine, nor did he stand up from his seat. He flicked his scarlet sleeves lightly, leaned his head back lazily, and seemed not very satisfied with the word "lovers". He asked in an unexplainable way, "Why, I have made a pact with someone to be my Taoist partner, do I have to bring him to the young master to see?"
Taoist companion
When these two words came out, not only Fu Yuhao was stunned for a moment, but even Sang Feiwan was stunned for a moment.
The difference between a Taoist companion and a pet is like the difference between a wife and a concubine. People who cultivate immortality do not easily make a pact, because once a pact is made, the law of heaven will intervene. If one party goes against his will and breaks his oath, there will be no good consequences.
They could not find anyone to whom they could entrust their lives, nor could they find anyone who could restrain their desires, so there were very few Taoist companions they could form a pact with. When did this madman Baili Duyue actually form a pact with others
Fu Yuhao was indeed a man who had seen big scenes. He was stunned for a moment but soon recovered. With a deep smile in his eyes, he said to Baili Duyue: "It was Hao who was rude just now. Please don't blame me, Lord Baili. I will drink a glass of wine as punishment to congratulate you on the happy occasion of the contract."
After he finished speaking, he nodded slightly to Sang Feiwan, then raised his head and drank the wine in the glass.
At this time, the guests around suddenly realized that the man was Baili Duyue's Taoist partner. No wonder he was brought into the banquet. They just didn't know how he could move the stone heart of King Cangdu.
Sang Feiwan watched Fu Yuhao leave and turned to look at Baili Duyue: "Was the city lord joking just now?"
Baili Duyue was playing with the white jade and gold cup in his hand. Hearing this, he asked back, "Does this city lord look like someone who likes to joke?"
Sang Feiwan thought that it was indeed not the case. He used the table as a cover to gently hook Baili Duyue's fingertips from underneath, and said meaningfully, "Wouldn't that be unfair to the City Lord to have to form a bond with a mortal like me who has no spiritual roots."
Baili Duyue glanced at him, his eyes deep: "What if you are a cultivator? What if you are a mortal? This city lord will find a way to open up your meridians."
As soon as he finished speaking, a long voice suddenly rang out from outside:
"The Emperor has arrived—"
Everyone looked outside the palace subconsciously upon hearing the voice, and saw a man in a black royal robe and with an extraordinary cold demeanor walking in, surrounded by servants. It was Emperor Fu Yujin. There was also a woman in a graceful palace skirt beside him, who was probably the extremely favored imperial concubine as rumored. She wore a tasseled golden leaf crown, and her movements were glittering. At a quick glance, it was impossible to make out her face clearly—
She was not wearing the golden phoenix crown with pearls.
Everyone stood up to congratulate him, even Baili Duyue stood up from his seat reluctantly:
"Congratulations to the Emperor on his birthday, may you enjoy endless happiness for generations to come—"
The banquet was filled with cultivators, who had immortal magic to keep them young, so their real ages could not be seen. When the Emperor and his concubine sat down at the high seats and motioned for everyone to take their seats without formalities, Sang Feiwan could see their faces clearly.
Emperor Fu Yujin was about 25 years old, with thin lips, deep eyes, and hair cut like a knife, looking extremely cold. The woman next to him had a calm expression, hair like clouds, like crow feathers, and was also a cold beauty.
Sang Feiwan glanced at the Emperor's Concubine casually and suddenly found that she looked familiar. She was 80% similar to the portrait of the woman in Baili Duyue's study. Except for the different hair color, the eyebrows and eyes were exactly the same. His pupils shrank slightly and he felt as if he had discovered some shocking secret.
When Yunjing was attacked by demon soldiers, the previous city lord of the Northern Territory, Baili Qingdu, was seriously injured and died. However, there was no news about the city lord's wife Qian Jiangyue, and her whereabouts were unknown. It turned out that she was the emperor's concubine in Zhongzhou
Support the embers,
Baili Qingdu,
Thousand Rivers Moon.
Not sure if it was an illusion, Sang Feiwan suddenly smelled a hint of conspiracy from these three people. He looked at Baili Duyue inconspicuously, but saw that he was staring coldly at the man and woman at the top, without any respect or submission.
Seems like there's a grudge
Sang Feiwan had already imagined a bloody drama of the emperor plotting to seize his minister's wife, but he didn't know whether Qian Jiangyue was forcibly abducted or had been secretly in contact with Fu Yujin for a long time. It was hard to guess just by looking at the cold expression of the emperor's concubine.
"My mother doesn't like peach blossoms, so I ordered the palace maids to replace the flower decorations in the palace with sparse-branched plum trees, which were watered with cold spring water and blossomed profusely."
Fu Yuhao seemed to admire the emperor's concubine very much and wanted to please her. He was very attentive and considerate during the banquet, and everyone who saw him praised him as a filial son.
However, the emperor and his concubine did not even glance at it: "The plum blossoms bloom in winter, and now it is the height of summer. Why go to such trouble and go against the will of heaven?"
After he finished speaking, he lowered his eyes and said no more.
Fu Yuhao paused when he saw this, then sat back in his original seat with a little embarrassment.
When the Emperor saw the plum blossoms placed on the corner of the table, he flicked his sleeves and the branches and the vase turned into dust in the air. He frowned and said to Fu Yuhao, "Your mother doesn't like winter plum blossoms, so don't put them up next time."
Fu Yuhao became more and more embarrassed, and bowed and said, "I will listen to my father's teachings."
Sang Feiwan was already somewhat unable to control the development of the plot. He picked a grape from the fruit plate and played with it on his fingertips from time to time, asking casually, "Is Fu Yuhao the biological son of the emperor's concubine? Why does he seem to be unpopular? Could he be born to another concubine?"
Baili Duyue came back to his senses and glanced at him, his tone mixed with a hint of sarcasm: "Our emperor is a love-struck seed. He dispersed all three thousand concubines for the imperial concubine. Where did he get any concubines? As for whether he likes her or not, you have to ask the emperor and concubine, why can you be so heartless to your own son?"
After saying this, he slumped back in his chair, his eyes dark, and he muttered to himself in a low voice, "It's a pity that she didn't wear the Golden Phoenix Crown with Pearls today... But it doesn't matter, it's placed in the bedroom anyway, so it's easy to get."
From the tone of his voice, it seemed like he was planning to steal it secretly.
Sang Feiwan subconsciously held him down when he heard this: "The city lord wants to be a thief?"
Baili Duyue asked back: "Why not?"
Seeing his serious expression, Sang Feiwan felt like laughing for some reason and advised him, "The imperial capital is heavily guarded, so you can't enter lightly. After the banquet, let's hurry back to Cangdu as soon as possible and don't cause any trouble."
Baili Duyue was quite puzzled when he heard this. Sang Feiwan was not so timid: "Why are you more timid than before?"
Sang Feiwan paused after hearing this, wondering if he was more timid than before? He just felt that Baili Duyue didn't need to take risks, for a...
For someone like me...
For some reason, Sang Feiwan slowly withdrew his hand. He smiled at Baili Duyue and said, "If the city lord wants to go, go ahead, but you must take me with you. Being a thief is not as fun as having two people with one person."
During the banquet, singing girls happily picked fairy peaches, and banquets were held in jade towers, which made people feel as if they were dreaming of Mount Wushan. The road to Penglai is narrow, and the fairyland is just like this.
Seeing that it was getting dark outside and all the guests were already drunk, Baili Duyue and Sang Feiwan got up and left the hall without leaving a trace. However, when they were passing through the corridor, they suddenly saw a man in a white robe walking into the banquet room slowly under the guidance of his servants.
Sang Feiwan took a quick glance and saw that the man was dressed in snow-white, and had the same frosty white hair as Baili Duyue.
Sang Feiwan casually broke off a willow branch and deliberately said, "It was Qian Jianghan. The Snowy Silver Territory is a long way from here. He arrived late. I don't know if the Emperor will blame him."
After he finished speaking, he suddenly turned his head to look at Baili Duyue and asked with a smile: "The city lord has the same frosty hair as him, are they related?"
Baili Duyue paused after hearing this, but did not hide it from Sang Feiwan: "In Fengxue Silver Territory, all the direct descendants have frosty hair. If we talk about relatives... he can barely be considered the uncle of this city lord."
He seemed to have no feelings for his uncle Qian Jianghan. After he finished speaking, he took Sang Feiwan through the corridor and came to the Emperor's concubine's bedroom. There were many guards on duty around, but it was obvious that they could not be compared with the Tianyan realm masters like Baili Duyue.
Sang Feiwan saw a flash of purple light in Baili Duyue's sleeves, he turned his hand gestures, whispered a spell, and secretly performed a soul-capturing spell. The guards instantly became dazed and stood there stupidly, as if they had been acupunctured.
Baili Duyue said to Sang Feiwan, "The soul-stealing spell can only last for half an hour. You wait here for me and don't move around. If I don't come out within an incense stick of time, you should go back to the banquet first."
Taking a bead from the golden crown of the emperor's concubine was both simple and difficult. Sang Feiwan had no magic to protect himself, so if something happened, he would not be able to escape.
Sang Feiwan obviously knew his own limitations and did not add to the chaos: "Then I will wait for the city lord here."
Baili Duyue was about to turn around when he heard that, but his sleeves suddenly tightened. He turned back subconsciously and saw Sang Feiwan holding his wrist. He smiled and whispered, "The city lord should come back earlier. There are many immortals at the banquet, and I can't guarantee which one I'll take a fancy to."
He actually wanted to say that there was no need to steal the pearl, and it would be okay if he couldn't steal it, but for some reason, the words changed their meaning when they came to his lips.
Baili Duyue narrowed his eyes silently when he heard this, thinking to himself, Sang Feiwan, this ungrateful little bastard, who did he risk his life to steal the inner elixir for, but he was already thinking about finding another buyer. He was about to say something, but the next second his sight suddenly turned, and he was suddenly pushed against the wall by Sang Feiwan.
Sang Feiwan quietly watched Baili Duyue in the night, her hair was blown by the wind, making her feel a little itchy. After a short silence, she suddenly asked with a low smile, "Do you want to kiss me?"
It seemed like they hadn't kissed for all day.
Baili Duyue didn't expect that Sang Feiwan was just going to say this. Hearing this, he paused slightly and his heart skipped a beat for unknown reason.
Seeing that he didn't answer, Sang Feiwan asked again: "Do you want to kiss me?"
Baili Duyue hesitated for a moment, then slowly wrapped his arms around Sang Feiwan's neck, like a cat, and licked him lightly, his tongue tip moist and soft, and whispered a word: "I want..."
Like a wild beast that suddenly retracted its claws and exposed its belly, it turned into a small animal more harmless than a rabbit in his arms.