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Perhaps it had been a long time since Bo Yuheng and Nan Huaijin were like this. Neither of them said a word and listened to the song together.

For a moment, Nan Huaijin was not used to it.

His heartstrings tightened, forcefully suppressing all of his anger. No one could endure it more than him.

In the air, the faint fragrance of orchids wafted in the air.

If it was possible, Nan Huaijin wanted to go back to thirty years ago, back to that most beautiful period of youth.

He, Bo Yuheng and Ming Lang.

Drink, talk, admire the moon, listen to music...

Everything was so beautiful.

However, such a time would never come back, just like the moment when "No Return" would always be played out.

The flute music stopped.

Lu Yiyao still did not turn around, his right hand holding the jade flute as he slowly lowered it.

Sunlight scattered down, and his entire body was covered in a layer of bright golden light. Light overflowed in all directions, filling the room with a noble aura.

"Pa …"

A wave of clear applause suddenly came from behind him.

Lu Yiyao slightly moved his body and turned his head. Just as he was about to speak to Nan Huaijin, he realized that the person applauding was not him.

He turned around slowly, just like when Ming Lang turned around on the reef.

Bo Yuheng's taut face directly fell into his black pupils. His dark narrow eyes shrank, the corner of his brows slightly raised, and his thin lips opened.

"The Great Hall …"

"I didn't expect Young Master Lu to be so versatile. "What a pity, what a pity, what a pity!"

Bo Yuheng said three 'pity' consecutively, and the smile on his face was indescribable.

Nan Huaijin's heart tightened. He understood what Bo Yuheng meant.

He wanted Lu Yiyao's life.

"What's a pity?"

Unexpectedly, Lu Yiyao didn't seem to understand what was going on. He turned around and stood straight, his tall figure appearing graceful and graceful in the light and shadow.

"Young Master Lu, what a pity, you know what it is."

Bo Yuheng sneered. He walked to the sofa and sat down.

"I don't understand. Please enlighten me."

Lu Yiyao pursed his cold lips and a cold ray of light flashed across his eyes.

He still stood there, the jade flute in his hand emitting a clear light.

In the air, a faint fragrance wafted.

"Young Master Lu, why don't we get Second Prince to explain it to you?"

Bo Yuheng raised his eyebrows and looked at him coldly. His voice was cold and straight.

"Your Majesty, I dare not make wild guesses about your thoughts."

Nan Huaijin, who was leisurely drinking tea, finished the tea in his blue and white porcelain teacup. He slowly turned the cup and replied in a deep voice.

"Oh, really?"

Bo Yuheng frowned and asked coldly.

"…"

Nan Huaijin smiled.

"Main Hall, don't make things difficult for Mr. Nan. Although it is just you and your mother, it is still hard to predict." If Mister can read what you mean, he won't be in this situation, will he? "

Lu Yiyao strode to the opposite of Bo Yuheng and sat down.

Nan Huaijin looked calm on the surface, but he felt really good inside. This Lu Yiyao, with his innuendo, really dares to speak of it.

"Young Master Lu, are you trying to fight for him?"

Bo Yuheng sat upright and upright as his gaze turned ruthless.

"Fighting against injustice?"

Lu Yiyao revealed an indifferent sneer. After pausing for a moment, he continued.

"I don't dare …"

"You don't dare? It seems to me that you are just crying out in his stead? "

Bo Yuheng's tone became a lot more serious, anger was lingering in the bottom of his eyes.

"Great Hall, since you insist, what else can I say?"

Lu Yiyao looked at him. He was still holding the jade flute in his right hand, tapping it gently on his left palm.

"Lu Yiyao, cut the crap. I came here today for that. "

Bo Yuheng's face had a trace of impatience. His vicious eyes were filled with a heavy, fiendish aura.

"Great hall, even if you harm me again, I will still say …"

Lu Yiyao paused and raised his voice.

"Nope!"

Lu Yiyao's unfathomable black pupils suddenly tightened. His expression was cold and his words were cold and firm.

"Even if you don't want to, you still have to!"

Bo Yuheng's anger was completely ignited as he shouted at Lu Yiyao.

Nan Huaijin was about to open his mouth, but Lu Yiyao unexpectedly answered him in the face of Bo Yuheng's anger.

"Who do you think you are, Great Hall?"

His words were full of ridicule.

Nan Huaijin's heart sank and a hint of worry appeared in the bottom of his eyes.

Lu Yiyao acted as if he did not care about life and death.

Since Bo Yuheng had come, he must have placed some heavy soldiers at the outer perimeter. Even if it was him and Gu Liancheng, they probably wouldn't be able to protect Lu Yiyao.

"Who do you think I am?"

Bo Yuheng did not expect Lu Yiyao to be so bold as to dare to speak to him in such an arrogant tone.

The anger grew even stronger.

Flames danced in his deep eyes.

"Hall, ask yourself, who are you?"

Lu Yiyao retorted.

"You …"

Bo Yuheng was so angry that he almost vomited blood. His internal organs were on fire and even his breathing was a little hot.

"Alright, Yiyao. Have a cup of tea and quench the fire. If you have something to say, just say it. "

Nan Huaijin, who had been watching from the side, finally spoke. He picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Lu Yiyao. Then, he poured another cup for Bo Yuheng.

"You too …"

"Lu Yiyao, if it wasn't for Lin Ange, I would've asked you to go see your parents a long time ago …"

Wu JingSen's cold gaze directly swept past Nan Huaijin and went straight for Lu Yiyao.

Such vicious words made Nan Huaijin unable to control the anger in his heart.

"How can you say that?"

"What, you're heartbroken. Nan Huaijin, wake up, he is not your son. His father is Mu Chuhan. "

Bo Yuheng's words stung his heart like a sharp knife, fiercely gouging out Nan Huaijin's heart.

Nan Huaijin's expression turned dark and his clear eyes became cold.

"Hall, why do you have to mock Mr. Nan?"

Lu Yiyao answered in front of Nan Huaijin.

"You are my wife's father, but what have you done to her?"

"Heh …"

Nan Huaijin finally got to know Lu Yiyao today. His power was no less than Bo Yuheng's. He simply stopped talking and folded his legs. He looked like he was just watching a show.

"In the great hall, no one with any conscience would do such a thing on their own. And you have really refreshed my three views …"

Lu Yiyao continued speaking neither humbly nor arrogantly.

The fact that he dared to say that out loud also refreshed Nan Huaijin's understanding of him.

Lu Yiyao was so domineering that Jun Linchuan had to give him some face. Unexpectedly, he didn't have a shred of fear when facing the domineering Bo Yuheng.2

As expected of Mu Chuhan's son, his heart was filled with pride and iron blood.

"Conscience? "Heh …"

Bo Yuheng smiled coldly. He raised the corner of his eyebrows and flew towards Lu Yiyao with eyes as sharp as knives.

"Lu Yiyao, you talk about conscience with me. It's really funny?! "

"The laughable one is yourself!"

Lu Yiyao's tone suddenly turned more serious. He tightened his grip on the jade flute and veins started to bulge on the back of his palm.

The end of the jade flute shook its red tassel, as if it was blood.

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