Gu Qianying looked at him coldly and interrupted his words, "Meng Xiangxiang giving you the sachet was not instigated by me, nor did we use her. It's not pity or charity towards you, but concern. Du Chun, have you ever thought about whether the feelings you have for me are affection or gratitude? Do you often want to see me? Do you often dream of me at night? Or do you always fantasize about being alone with me forever? When you see me, do you get nervous, does your heart race, do you feel sad when I'm sad and happy when I'm happy?"
With that, Gu Qianying turned and left.
As she walked away, someone had already carried her out.
Du Chun watched Nangong Mo carrying Gu Qianying away.
He laughed even louder.
Nangong Li, who was still sitting, looked up at Du Chun.
Du Chun was still angry, so he dared not say more.
Beside them, Lola Yata tugged at Nangong Li's sleeve and gave him a meaningful look.
It meant to pull him away first.
But Nangong Li shook her off and commanded her, "You go out first."
"What? You want this princess to go out first? Nangong Li, are you looking for a beating!"
"Get out!"
Nangong Li also became agitated.
At this moment, his voice was slightly cold, and the frivolous expression was gone from his face.
"Hmph!"
Lola Yata, blushing, turned and ran out.
Only Nangong Li and Du Chun were left in the hall.
Nangong Li tidied up the dining table simply, then picked up a jar of wine, handed it to Du Chun, and pulled him to sit down.
He didn't mention any poison, only said to Du Chun, "Come, brother, I'll drink with you. We won't go home until we're drunk."
With Nangong Li as the only one left in the world, Du Chun was like a deflated ball.
He slumped onto the chair listlessly, his voice hoarse, "Am I... useless?"
"What are you talking about? Since childhood, among us, I've been the most useless one. You guys know that. I can't drink as well as you, and I'm not as good as you in martial arts. Among the four of us, you are the most skilled in medicine..."
Nangong Li wasn't good at comforting people.
But he could see that Du Chun was in great pain.
He didn't know what kind of feelings Du Chun had for Gu Qianying.
But even a blind person could see that Gu Qianying's heart only belonged to his Ninth Imperial Uncle.
They were the ones who loved each other. If Du Chun truly felt that way, it was unrequited love.
This was very painful.
Since his brother was in so much pain, he had to accompany him.
"I'm fine."
Du Chun smiled and looked at Nangong Li.
He picked up the wine jar and drank by himself.
What kind of feelings he had for Gu Qianying.
At this moment, he also began to doubt himself.
If something happened to Gu Qianying, he would be very sad, just like that day.
But when he saw her, his heart raced, he felt nervous, he missed her every day, and he longed for her in his dreams. He didn't seem to have these feelings.
Even when he faced Lan Qingqing, he wouldn't be like this. Wasn't this love?
Gu Qianying was carried by Nangong Mo to the room arranged by Meng Qinghua's men to rest.
Meng Xiangxiang, who had her acupoint for speechlessness pressed by Meng Qinghua, was carried back.
Gu Qianying leaned against the bed, and Nangong Mo pressed his ear to her slightly bulging belly.
"This little one is moving."
Nangong Mo's voice was very soft and gentle, for fear of scaring the baby in her womb.
Gu Qianying stroked Nangong Mo's hair, a smile on her lips, but when she thought of Du Chun's matter.
The smile on her face faded slightly.
"I wonder if that kid Du Chun will figure it out."
Mentioning Du Chun, Nangong Mo snorted, sat up, and turned his back.
As if he was angry.
Gu Qianying raised an eyebrow and tugged at his sleeve.
"What's wrong? Are you angry?"
Nangong Mo shook off her hand and ignored her.
"Alright! Don't be so persistent, I'm pregnant!"
Gu Qianying deliberately raised her voice.
Nangong Mo turned around, supported himself on the edge of the bed with both hands, lifted Gu Qianying's chin, and without pressing on her belly, he suddenly leaned down and kissed her.
A moment of intimacy.
Gu Qianying's cheeks turned slightly hot.
Her dress was wrinkled.
When he left her lips, he gently bit her nose again: "My wife, I have."
Gu Qianying: "?"
Have what?
"When I see you, I get nervous, my heart races, I miss you every day, I long for you in my dreams, and sometimes I even dream of having many children with my wife."
Hearing this.
Gu Qianying chuckled and reached out to pinch Nangong Mo's cheek: "You're such a big fool."
Nangong Mo grabbed Gu Qianying's hand in return, and his hand, following her robe, moved down little by little.
Feeling a subtle change in a certain area.
Gu Qianying's face instantly turned red.
She wanted to shake off Nangong Mo's hand, but Nangong Mo held on tighter.
"Nangong Mo, what are you doing!"
"My wife, he's a bit disobedient, what should I do?"
Nangong Mo hinted.
Through a layer of cloth, he was touching...
Gu Qianying's face turned even redder. She kicked Nangong Mo: "Get lost."
Her outstretched jade foot was instead held in Nangong Mo's embrace, and he leaned down and kissed the instep of her foot.
Gu Qianying's heart was in turmoil, her heart pounding.
"My wife, your husband misses you."
Nangong Mo kissed her ankle, and Gu Qianying felt a tickle in her heart.
"Miss your grandpa! Let me go, I'm pregnant!"
The first three months of pregnancy were the most important, how could she...?
Gu Qianying kicked Nangong Mo away.
Nangong Mo got off the bed, leaned down, and kissed her forehead like a dragonfly touching water. Then he hugged Gu Qianying from behind, letting her sit in his arms.
"Your husband wants to tell our baby a story."
"??"
Gu Qianying's mouth twitched.
So... just telling a story?
Looking at Gu Qianying's apple-red cheeks.
Nangong Mo smiled and rubbed her hair with his chin.
"My wife, your husband once read in an ancient medical book that women who are pregnant are happy with their husbands and have intimate moments day and night. I wonder if my wife would like to..."
"Miss your grandpa, get lost!"
Gu Qianying pushed Nangong Mo off the bed unceremoniously.
Nangong Mo smiled, unhurriedly, and pulled her into his arms again.
Within the Yi Jing Pavilion, it seemed ordinary, but in reality, it contained hidden wonders.
All the incantations for formations such as Bagua, Tai Chi, and Yi Jing were hidden in the towers of the Yi Jing Pavilion.
Even some of the formations that had been circulating in the martial arts world were found there.
Because of this, outsiders often wanted to steal the formation incantations from this place to improve their martial arts.
For this reason, the towers were guarded by skilled Yi people, both inside and out.
And most of the Yi people on this island obeyed the Pavilion Master of the Yi Jing Pavilion.
However, there was still a small portion, led by Meng Zhiyuan of the Meng family.
He was the one who temporarily managed the Yi Jing Pavilion before Meng Qinghua returned.
It was just... during his temporary management, his desires swelled, and he later bribed many Yi people to work for him.
The current situation of the Yi Jing Pavilion was that Meng Qinghua's influence was quite weak.
After his return, according to the rules of the Meng family, he took over Meng Zhiyuan's forces.
However, Meng Zhiyuan was not reconciled.
For this reason, there were not a few Yi people who secretly followed Meng Zhiyuan.
This day was the Yi Jing Forum, held once every six years for the Yi Jing Pavilion over the past hundred years.
It was also a competition between the forces of Meng Qinghua and Meng Zhiyuan.
The Yi Jing Forum was a competition of the three methods of Yi: Lian Shan, Gui Cang, and Zhou Yi, from the Book of Changes.
It involved both literature, martial arts, and formations.
The winner could work in the Yi Jing Pavilion, have the honor of becoming the Left or Right Hall Master within the Yi Jing Pavilion, become a favored subordinate of the Pavilion Master, and could also choose formation incantations from the towers.
Such temptation was great, so the Yi people were eager to try.
After the Yi Jing Forum began.
All the Yi people gathered in the peach blossom forest of the Yi Jing Pavilion.
And the peach blossom forest at this moment was not as it was before, it was not covered by formations.
The Yi people gathered below the arena. Meng Qinghua sat in the main seat on the arena.
The other members of the Meng family sat on the sides, and Meng Zhiyuan sat to his lower right.
This person had an ordinary appearance, was stout, with ordinary features, and a sparse beard on his chin. However, the fabric of the robes he wore was of excellent quality.
"Nephew Qinghua, Uncle thinks you don't have many useful people around you. For this competition, nephew, you should just admit defeat. Uncle won't laugh at you, hahaha."
Meng Zhiyuan glanced at the few timid-looking Yi people standing behind Meng Qinghua.
He mocked them with his words.
Last night, he had threatened the capable people around Meng Qinghua by threatening their wives and children.
Today, Meng Qinghua was left with only a few useless people.
He wanted to see how Meng Qinghua would make a fool of himself at the Yi Jing Forum!
"Second Uncle, you used despicable means to deal with your nephew, where is your integrity?"
Meng Qinghua sneered, but his hands hidden in his sleeves were clenched tightly.
His second uncle wanted to usurp him, and he didn't hesitate to threaten the Yi people around him, using such despicable means, which was truly detestable.
He glanced at the few Yi people behind him who were not in good spirits.
It was only his fault that last night, worried about Du Chun and Gu Qianying, he had forgotten to instruct these subordinates to be extremely careful.
How could the Yi people who had been poisoned be in good spirits?
Fortunately, these subordinates of his had their lives saved under the treatment of Du Chun and Gu Qianying.
However, it seemed that there would be no one available for the Yi Jing Forum.
But, seeing this, it didn't matter. At most, he would go alone.
He would never let his second uncle ruin the industry left by his parents.
"Regardless of the process, the result is the most important. Nephew, you have no one to use, so you should obediently admit defeat."
"Who says Qinghua has no one to use? Aren't we here?"
Gu Qianying, dressed in a red dress, held the Scarlet Blood Saber.
Nangong Mo, in a white robe, held nothing in his hands. He embraced Gu Qianying.
Du Chun, dressed in a moon-white long robe, played with a dagger in his hand.
Nangong Li, dressed in a black brocade robe, held a folding fan.
Lola Yata wore a blue cloak and a veil.
The five of them walked together.
Meng Yi and Lu Zhu did not appear, but were hidden among the crowd of Yi people.
This morning, Gu Qianying and the others gathered here. They did not mention the drinking last night, as if it were a page turned, and Du Chun did not show any emotions.
But everyone could see that Du Chun seemed unwilling to face Gu Qianying.
However, the main priority at the moment was to save Ouyang Qinglin. Gu Qianying had originally wanted to leave first and go to Wu Yin Mountain, but as these people were about to leave, they heard about this Yi Jing Forum.