On the other side, Nan Feng left Heaven Dou Imperial Palace and strolled in the direction of the Moonlight Pavilion.
Regarding the farce of "the generals are at odds with each other" that was staged in the Imperial Study Room today, he naturally understood Xue Ye's imperial thoughts.
The real political conspiracy has never been a shady conspiracy hidden in a dark corner, but a "conspiracy" that is out in the open like today.
Even if you understand everything, everyone still has to wear masks and tacitly act out the drama perfectly.
He knew that Xue Ye was causing trouble, but as the arrogant "Demon God Douluo", he had to show the tyranny of an overseas strongman and show his uncompromising attitude.
Ning Fengzhi is the same, no matter how aggrieved and unhappy I feel, for the sake of the survival of the sect, I can only hold my nose and swallow the bad breath.
The game of politics has never been about simply comparing whose brain is smarter.
Who can sit at the same negotiating table and not know the calculations and precautions in someone else's mind?
But the question is not whether you can see it, but whether you can deal with it perfectly when you are in the game.
At least in this round of confrontation, Xue Ye won.
The old fox successfully used the information gap to create a preliminary suspicion and estrangement between Sea God Island, represented by Nan Feng, and Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
And then, Xue Ye can naturally jump out and be a "peacemaker" to both sides. While saying good things to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi owes the royal family a huge favor for no reason.
This is the most disgusting and subtle part of political games - even if you know that the other party is plotting against you and digging a hole to trick you into jumping in, after he pulls you out of the hole with concern on his face, you still have to lower your head and say "thank you" to him in frustration!
With these boring machinations running through my mind, Nan Feng has returned to the Moonlight Pavilion unknowingly.
Follow the spiral staircase to the top floor, where you will find sandalwood lingering in the spacious and elegant hall.
Tang Yuehua, who is dressed in silver palace attire and has a noble and elegant temperament, is sitting behind the piano table, teaching the most advanced court music and etiquette lessons to a group of the Heaven Dou Empire's aristocratic children.
Nan Feng didn't make a sound to disturb, but lazily leaned against the carved door frame with his little hands behind his back, quietly listening to the melodious music of the piano.
However, when Tang Yuehua inadvertently raised his head and glanced at the petite figure wearing a black windbreaker at the door...
Her heart, which was originally calm, suddenly skipped a beat.
Out of the instinctive nervousness and fear of Nan Feng deep in her soul, her delicate jade fingers that plucked the strings suddenly stiffened.
"Zheng--pa!"
An unexpected crisp sound cut through the elegant melody, and the tight strings broke instantly.
The sharp silk string was like a sharp blade, directly cutting through Tang Yuehua's white fingertips, and a drop of bright red blood seeped out instantly.
The sudden turn of events caused the noble disciples present to let out a low cry.
Before those young aristocratic young men could come forward to show their courtesy, Nan Feng, who was leaning on the door frame, had already spread out his short legs. It looked like he was strolling leisurely, but in fact, he crossed half of the hall in the blink of an eye and arrived in front of the piano table.
Under everyone's stunned gaze, Nan Feng stretched out his little hand very naturally and pulled Tang Yuehua's slightly trembling catkin.
He lowered his head, stuck out his pink little tongue, rolled it gently on Tang Yuehua's scratched fingertip, and licked the warm blood drop into his belly.
"Still the same taste."
Nan Feng raised his head, and stared directly into Tang Yuehua's eyes with his high and one low heterochromatic eyes. He raised an evil smile full of evil taste at the corner of his mouth and whispered softly in a tone that only the two of them could understand.
Seeing his injured fingertips being held in the mouth of this six-year-old child, Tang Yuehua felt an electric shock-like numbness and trembling rush from his fingertips straight to his forehead.
A strong feeling of embarrassment and fear intertwined in her heart, causing her fair and beautiful face to turn red instantly, her body to become stiff, but she did not dare to break free at all.
However, this extremely aggressive and oppressive scene completely changed in the eyes of the surrounding aristocratic children who did not know the truth.
A six-year-old little lolita, as beautiful as a porcelain doll, held the beautiful teacher's injured hand distressedly, and used the most innocent and instinctive way to soothe the wound...
In the eyes of those nobles, this scene was extremely warm and lovely, and even caused several noble girls to chuckle with kindness and motherly love.
Listening to the whispers from those around him who thought they were "so cute", Tang Yuehua's eyelashes trembled slightly, but the sense of absurdity and fear in his heart became even worse.
Because only she knew in her heart that this little loli who looked harmless and so cute that people couldn't help but want to pinch her face was not an innocent child at all!
Hidden in this small body is the Pope Bibi Dong of the Wuhun Palace who is far away in Wuhun City and sits high in the Pope's Palace. He can turn his hands into clouds and rain, and with just one word can make the entire continent flow into rivers of blood!
Because his fingertips were injured, Tang Yuehua could only hold back the panic in his heart, put on a somewhat forced and dignified smile, and apologetically announced to the noble children that today's music and etiquette lessons had ended early.
After sending away the aristocratic young masters and ladies who looked back three times, Tang Yuehua closed the door and led Nan Feng all the way back to the Moonlight Pavilion's deepest private boudoir.
As soon as he entered the door, Nan Feng felt as if he had returned to his own home and climbed onto the large soft couch that was exclusive to Tang Yuehua.
He casually grabbed a peeled juicy grape from the fruit plate on the short table and threw it into his mouth. While chewing it, he stretched out comfortably, with an extremely casual posture.
Tang Yuehua stood aside, took out a handkerchief and simply bandaged his fingertips. Looking at the imageless "little loli" on the couch, he finally couldn't hold back the doubts in his heart and asked in a low voice:
"Aren't you in the palace... busy strategizing and deceiving Heaven Dou Imperial Family? Why is Moonlight Pavilion here again so soon?"
Nan Feng swallowed the grapes in his mouth, tilted his head, and looked at her with a pair of strange-colored double eyes with some confusion. "What? I can't come to this place?"
Tang Yuehua breathed for a moment and quickly lowered his head, his tone respectful and reserved. "Yuehua doesn't dare."
"The meaning of 'dare not' means that you are unwilling in your heart, but you dare not say it because of my power."
Nan Feng patted the empty seat next to the soft couch and motioned for her to sit down, "Actually, you don't have to beat around the bush like this in front of me. We are not teaching people outside now. We are the only ones in this room."
Nan Feng held his chin, looking at Tang Yuehua's face that was still beautiful and dignified even when he was nervous, and chuckled, "If you are really angry because of me licking your fingers in the hall just now, you can take off your disguised elegant mask and just curse me a few words, or even bite me twice to vent your anger... Actually, I don't care."
Hearing these words that could be called "indulgent" but full of teasing meaning, Tang Yuehua suddenly felt an indescribable strange feeling in his heart.
She did not sit down, but slightly tightened the silk handkerchief in her hand, her lowered eyes filled with puzzlement and confusion.
She really doesn't understand.
In her subconscious, the soul of the little loli in front of her was the aloof, iron-blooded and cold-blooded Spirit Hall Pope Bibi Dong!
We are all women, and we even have some old grievances in terms of positions. Why does this His Holiness the Pope always like to make such flirtatious and extremely ambiguous actions towards her?
Three years ago, Tang Yuehua thought that Bibi Dong did this purely to humiliate her in this extremely perverted way and trample on her last bit of self-esteem as a direct descendant of the Clear Sky Sect.
In order to break through her psychological defense and achieve her goal.
But, as it happens again and again, from chin picking to fingertip licking...
Tang Yuehua keenly discovered that this guy didn't seem to have that intention.
Even, every time when this "His Holiness the Pope" used that aggressive attitude to get too close to her, pushing her to the edge of shame and anger, the other party would always click "stop" with extreme accuracy.
It was like she was playing a dangerous game, testing wildly on the edge of the red line, but she never really crossed the line, never truly challenged and crushed the bottom line in Tang Yuehua's heart that she would rather die than surrender.
Although I really don't want to admit it, this Pope does still have respect for her.
Looking at the Yuehua Pavilion Master with an ever-changing complexion and extremely complicated eyes, and Nan Feng eating pastries one bite at a time, I naturally don't know what kind of ethical drama about "female Pope's strange XP" is going on in Tang Yuehua's mind at the moment.
As for Tang Yuehua's usual frivolous words and small body movements, in Nan Feng's case, the reason is actually very simple - he just thinks it's fun.
Seeing this Moonlight Pavilion Master, who has always been known for being dignified and elegant, with an unchanging expression even when the mountain is falling, turns red-faced, embarrassed and annoyed but dares not speak out because of his slightest move, this can greatly satisfy the evil taste in Nan Feng's bones.
I just had nothing to do and teased her.
Since it was just a joke, he naturally wouldn't challenge others' bottom line, so that's pretty much it.
Of course, if something serious happens, or if Heaven Dou Imperial Family needs to hit the hidden line, his seemingly playful and frivolous behavior will contain some irresistible cold warning.
"Okay, don't stick it in there like a piece of wood."
Nan Feng had eaten and drank enough, patted the pastry crumbs on his little hands, and looked at Tang Yuehua who was still standing aside with his body stiff, and suddenly felt a little bored.
His two short legs were dangling on the edge of the soft couch, a wicked smirk appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he threatened in an extremely childlike voice:
"I'll let you sit down. If you stay like this, I'll get bigger and carry you to the big bed over there to have some fun."