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Fu Zhenhong didn't care what Bo Yikao was thinking at the moment. Although this well-educated Young Master Xiqi was smart, he was too upright and kind because of the smudge of poetry and books. Harmony gave him an almost stubborn innocence.

Also because of his overly elegant and gentle personality, he was extra nervous and embarrassed when faced with the temptation of beauty.

Fu Zhenhong glanced at Bo Yikao's flushed cheeks, and then at the sullen eyes when the other party looked at him. She didn't know that the blush on her face was because she was angry at Fu Zhenhong's frivolous attitude , or because of that somewhat unspeakable shame, or both.

Fu Zhenhong leaned over and picked up the white silk ribbon that Bo Yikao had thrown on the ground to cover her eyes. After wiping off the dust on it, she slowly rubbed the cloth with her fingertips and said in a leisurely manner: "You came to Chaoge this time, but you want to save Lord Xibo?"

Bo Yikao didn't speak, but the forbearance that flashed in his eyes had already told Fu Zhenhong the answer.

"As you have seen, relying on those three treasures alone, it is impossible to persuade King Shang to change the hostage from Marquis Xibo to you."

Bo Yikao frowned slightly. In fact, before he came, he also thought that Di Xin might not let go easily because of the three treasures, but at least there should be some room for turning around, but he didn't expect that Di Xin would not let go at all. Care about the rare treasures that he took a lot of effort to find.

King Shang was much more unpredictable than he imagined.

"Bo Yi Kao, your value is far less than that of your father." Fu Zhenhong said the most important reason mercilessly, "The whole court song is saying that Xibo Hou can innately perform hexagrams, you say, Is this an exaggerated lie or is it true?"

Bo Yikao pursed his lips tightly, and after seeing Fu Zhenhong's meaningful eyes, he calmed down and asked: "Isn't the King of Shang the most disdainful of those divinatory techniques? Would he still believe those rumors?" ?”

This was undoubtedly an answer to Fu Zhenhong in disguise.

The art of divination is a rumor, since it is a rumor, it cannot be trusted.

Fu Zhenhong didn't affirm or deny this, but just said with a half-smile: "Bo Yikao, do you know that you are very bad at lying."

Boyi Kao was silent.

Fu Zhenhong pointed to her eyes: "When you were lying just now, your pupils shrank slightly."

When Boyi Kao heard this, he felt a little uneasy.

This kind of anxiety is the worry that things have completely deviated from his expectations, and the most intuitive person who brought him this emotion is the man in front of him who has become the concubine of Shang Wang: "What do you want to say?" Bo Yikao's voice was cold down.

"Don't you understand?" Fu Zhenhong smiled lightly, and said lightly: "If you really want your saint father to return to Xiqi safely and unharmed, instead of using those three treasures to please King Shang Put more effort into pleasing me."

"To please you?" Bo Yikao was a little surprised by Su Daji's influence on Di Xin, and a little ashamed and angry at the contemptuous description of his behavior in the other party's casual tone.

Fu Zhenhong said, "Do you think I'm humiliating you?"

Bo Yikao didn't say a word. In fact, he didn't think it could be considered a humiliation, but when he heard such words from Su Daji's mouth... especially the words "to please", he felt a little unbearable for no reason. .

Perhaps if Di Xin had nothing to do with Su Daji, he wouldn't have such feelings in his heart. After all, his act of presenting treasures to Shang Wang Di Xin could indeed be regarded as flattery, but when he thought of the worst incident between Di Xin and Su Daji, After the intimate relationship, it wasn't an exaggerated description that made Bo Yikao feel uncomfortable for no reason.

And this kind of discomfort was directly reflected on Bo Yikao's face, his brows were further frowned, his lips were tightly pursed, and after a few seconds of silence with a straight face, he said coldly: If I come to the palace and want to say these things, now that I have finished speaking, then I should leave." After he finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave without waiting for Fu Zhenhong's answer.

"Wait." Fu Zhenhong stopped Bo Yikao: "Who allowed you to leave?" His tone was willful and arrogant.

Bo Yikao stopped in his tracks, a little angry and helpless, he looked back at Fu Zhenhong, met this gorgeous and flamboyant face, and said in an inexplicable tone: "Mother, this is the harem, since you have become Emperor Xin's imperial concubine, Please also pay attention to your identity."

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyebrows: "Are you jealous?"

Bo Yi Kao paused, then shook his head.

Fu Zhenhong sneered, but didn't continue to dwell on this topic, but said, "If you just go out like this, do you know the possible consequences?"

Bo Yikao listened, but he smiled, with a bit of bitterness and understanding in his smile: "Since I stepped into this palace tonight, I am afraid that it is already doomed that there will be no good results."

With King Shang's character, how could he tolerate the man he loves to be in the same room with another man who had a relationship with him before, so no matter whether he can get out now, the result will be the same.

Fu Zhenhong asked him: "Since you know everything, why do you still come?"

Boyi asked, "Do I have the right to choose?"

He said this, but in fact, he might still have a little luck in his heart. Thinking that when he was in the main hall, Su Daji didn't obey Di Xin's answer and let him suffer that trip, so he felt that after coming here tonight according to his words, Maybe there will be a turnaround.

Fu Zhenhong said, "Let me give you a gift."

"What?" Boyi Kao obviously did not react to Fu Zhenhong's sudden change of topic.

"I said..." Fu Zhenhong lowered her eyes and looked at the pure white silk ribbon in her hand. This color is as pure as snow, just like Bo Yikao, clean and without a trace of stain, it is a real scenery Ji Yue: "I'll give you a gift."

After the words were finished, Fu Zhenhong chuckled lightly, turned her wrist slightly, and a light blue halo spread from his palm, and under Bo Yikao's surprised gaze, it quickly enveloped the white silk bring.

Fu Zhenhong's palm stroked down from the top of the ribbon, and saw that the white ribbon turned into a white long sword at a speed visible to the naked eye with the effect of the halo.

"This..." Boyi Kao's pupils shrank suddenly. Although he knew that Su Daji could no longer be called a human being, seeing this spell that only gods and monsters could perform with his own eyes, Still very shocked.

Holding the pure white long sword, Fu Zhenhong walked towards Bo Yikao who was stunned, and then drew the sword in front of him.

A cold light radiated from the silver blade, and the moonlight diffused in from the window, shining on the blade, and reflecting the faces of Fu Zhenhong and Bo Yikao.

Fu Zhenhong didn't see fear or panic in Bo Yikao's eyes.Holding the hilt of the sword, he gently raised Bo Yikao's chin with the sharp end of the sword, and his tone was so low that there was a rare tenderness: "Aren't you afraid that my so-called gift will kill you?"

Bo Yikao didn't look at the sword point against him, but asked Fu Zhenhong back: "Will you kill me?"

Fu Zhenhong didn't speak.

For the first time, Bo Yikao asked persistently: "Will you kill me? Do you... want me to die?" He repeated it twice, stubbornly waiting for an answer.And this answer is not only about life and death, but also mixed with another emotion.

Fu Zhenhong still did not speak.

There was a tension in Bo Yikao's eyes that even he himself hadn't noticed.

One second...two seconds...three seconds...

Time passed by every minute and every second, until Bo Yikao laughed at himself and no longer planned to wait for an answer, Fu Zhenhong raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "I won't kill you, but……"

His voice changed, "I'll let some of your blood go." Before Bo Yikao could react, Fu Zhenhong's hand moved, and the sharp edge of the sword cut Bo Yikao's neck.

Scarlet blood flowed out from the wound, and what was strange was that the blood seemed to be sucked by the blade, and all of it slid onto the blade, not a single drop fell to other places.

Bo Yikao subconsciously raised his hand to cover the scratched neck skin, but what he touched was a piece of smooth and uninjured skin, and he didn't feel any wetness and stickiness of blood.

Bo Yikao spread out his palms and saw that there was nothing there. From the corner of his eye, he saw no scars on his neck reflected on the blade.

He looked at Fu Zhenhong in surprise, not understanding why Fu Zhenhong did this.Fu Zhenhong didn't intend to explain, and just put the blade back into the scabbard.

"Bo Yi Kao, I'm asking you one last time, do you insist on leaving, or stay and play the piano for me?"

Bo Yikao half closed his eyelids, and remained silent for a long time.

He knew that this was the last chance Su Daji gave him to choose, and he also knew that if he really had to choose to stay, it meant that his relationship with Su Daji would be entangled forever.

Because he stayed to play the piano, he played the elegant stringed piano on the surface, but secretly it was a charming dream.

On the way to Chaoge, the handsome and powerful man warned him that his life would be doomed, and Bo Yikao could not know whether the doom was related to his current choice, but at this moment, Bo Yikao’s I already have the answer in my heart.

While he is still completely sane, stay away from this delicate and cannibal rich flower.

"My minister bid farewell." Bo Yikao bowed his head and bowed, and left directly at the end.

Fu Zhenhong was not surprised. He glanced at Bo Yikao's back without turning his head, and turned the long sword in his hand slightly, and the long sword instantly changed back to the original silk ribbon, but the color was different. It is no longer pure white like snow, but scarlet like blood.

Wrapping the red ribbon around her wrist, Fu Zhenhong sat on the wooden bench and poured herself a cup of tea.

The fragrant tea smell wafts out of the tea, and the white smoke lingers in the air, adding a bit of hazy beauty under the moonlight and candlelight.

Fu Zhenhong didn't drink the hot tea right away, but waited for 2 minutes before starting to drink it slowly.

Just when he was drinking until there were still five points left, Cui Yuan walked outside the door, "Master." The little girl called out.

"Come in." Fu Zhenhong put down the teacup.

Cui Yuan walked in, bowed to Fu Zhenhong, and said, "Master, the king has ordered Bo Yi Kao to be imprisoned."