my steam dam

Chapter 49

"I don't want to become a tool at the mercy of the sect."

"I don't even want you to become a pawn of the Hehuan Sect because of me."

Yan Qingbo's tears flowed out of his eyes like pearls with broken strings. Anyone who sees the scene of a beauty crying will feel heartbroken, wishing to be sad for it and show a smile for the beauty.

However, Peng Ke sneered and looked at Yan Qingbo with suspicion and suspicion, and he was not at all moved by her appearance.

"Hmph, how do I know whether what you said today is true, or a new lie that you have woven!"

Although, Peng Ke has indeed seen a kind of Lover Gu in the Southwest that works similarly to what Yan Qingbo said. As long as a woman from Miaojiang implants it into a man's body, he can make the man only love her for the rest of his life and obey her.

Some are similar to mental hypnosis, but they are not so mysterious. They are usually normal, that is, when the woman makes some requests, she will subconsciously obey them.

On the outside, it's like doting on his wife and being obedient to his wife.

It is indeed somewhat strange.

Since there is Lover Gu in Southwest, it seems not surprising that there is a kind of martial arts that can also do this kind of thing.

However, the people who used to spend time together day and night were all fake from their identities to their names.

This made it difficult for Peng Ke to trust Gu Qingbo, let alone her words.

For the same loss, if you eat it once, you are careless. If you eat it again and again, you are an idiot.

At this time, the wall of Penke's heart has been strengthened again.

"Brother Ke, don't you think our meeting this time is a bit too coincidental?"

"This oiran banquet just happens to be held when you come to Suzhou Mansion?"

Yan Qingbo smiled bitterly.

"All of this is arranged by the suzerain."

"Unless you are really unmoved by me, the saint of the Albizia Sect, and you are not willing to come to this oiran banquet to find out, otherwise, no matter whether you have poetic talent or not, you will be the first in today's poetry meeting."

"You are destined to meet me."

Peng Ke sneered, and said sarcastically: "Oh? If I don't come, it's the same as five years ago, shall we meet again by chance?"

"It may be on Taihu Lake, or it may be on a street in South Street. You and I will meet by chance." Yan Qingbo wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, nodded, and looked as expected.

Peng Ke frowned, still a little puzzled: "I set off from Yingtian Mansion, but arrived in Suzhou Mansion in less than two hours."

"People from the Hehuan Sect, even if they take the same train with me, they will only go to Suzhou with me. How can you release the news that the oiran banquet will be held in advance?"

Part of the reason why Peng Ke dared to come to this oiran banquet in a big way was also because of this.

Although the entire Jianghu sect in Jiangnan knew about it, Peng Ke's next step would definitely be to liquidate the Jianghu sect on the Jiangnan side.

But no one knows exactly when Peng Ke will come to Jiangnan.

Before anyone else arrived in Suzhou, it was already rumored in the Suzhou mansion that the oiran Gu Nianqing was going to host an oiran banquet to meet friends.

That's why Penke didn't feel that this was a deliberate conspiracy against him.

But according to what Yan Qingbo said, this oiran banquet was held just for him.

This confuses him.

Yan Qingbo shook his head, "Brother Ke, I told you before that we, the Hehuan Sect, have cultivated the "Falling Love Jue" in the inner vein of the past dynasties, in order to control the powerful and powerful in the past dynasties, and gain support and support in the dynasties."

"How brave!"

Peng Ke came to his senses, looked at Yan Qingbo with deep eyes, and said word by word: "There are civil and military nobles in the imperial court, and they are controlled by your Acacia Sect?"

"It's really audacious to treat Dao Lusi's real person as nothing!"

Yan Qingbo said meaningfully: "Martial arts and Qi refining are not the same thing after all."

"The patriarch stood at the pinnacle of martial arts back then, and can be regarded as the most outstanding martial arts master in the past 800 years. The skills she developed were not that simple."

""Falling in Love" is a secret method that works on the heart."

"Even the qi refiners in the Nine Palaces Realm are only stronger in mana and have more mastery of immortal arts. How can they read people's hearts?"

"Who in the court was captured by this demon?" Peng Ke asked with a livid face.

No matter how stealthy and imperceptible this method of control is.

As the commander of Jinyiwei, it was his fault that he didn't know that some officials in the court were controlled by the Jianghu sect.

Although he was dubious about Yan Qingbo's words, Peng Ke couldn't help asking.

"A petty official is a petty official to Brother Ke."

"The commander of the Nancheng Bingma Division is just a sixth-rank official."

"But he happens to be the military attache who is in charge of security at the train station in the suburbs of Beijing."

"The traffic information of the entire Yingtianfu Railway Station is under his control."

"Brother Ke, you informed Yingtianfu Railway Station to arrange a train to Suzhou for you the day before. That night, someone sent a telegram to Yingtianfu Telegraph Bureau by mixing this news with official documents."

"In the telegraph office, there are also small officials who are controlled by the Hehuan Sect. The news naturally spread very quickly."

"The next morning, before you set off from Yingtian Mansion, the news of the Oiran Banquet has spread throughout the city, so naturally you won't be suspicious."

Peng Ke's face was dark, and his heart was filled with gloom.

Yingtian Mansion's Army and Horse Division is equivalent to the Capital Public Security Bureau, which is responsible for maintaining the law and order of Yingtian Mansion, fire bans, arresting robbers and other things.

The commander of the Nancheng Bingmasi happened to be in charge of the security of the railway station, and was also responsible for managing and checking anyone who took the train to and arrived at Yingtianfu.

Including that if officials from the DPRK and China travel by train, they will also greet Nancheng Bingmasi in advance and ask them to prepare and find a suitable train.

Every time Peng Ke left Beijing, other people might not be aware of it, but the commander of the Nancheng Bingma Si knew best, and he would know it a few days in advance.

Although he only has the sixth rank, an official in such an important position cannot be judged by rank alone!
Such a commanding officer was secretly controlled by the Hehuan Sect!

This made Penke shudder!

This sect is too evil and must be eradicated!

However, Yan Qingbo would tell him such an important matter so indifferently?

She is the saint of the Hehuan Sect!
Taking a step back, even if it was because of my precepts and deeds to her in the past few years, after instilling a lot of values ​​​​for future generations, Yan Qingbo turned from the dark to the bright.

Then how could she be sent by the Suzerain of Hehuan Sect to deal with her?

The Suzerain of the Hehuan Sect is a fool?
What a joke.

Peng Ke, who was shocked by the news that was too out of control, quickly calmed down.

"Why are you telling me this?"

"The last time you gave up attacking me and left Yingtian Mansion, is it possible that your suzerain can forgive you for such a casual thing?"

"Even if I forgive you, why would I send you to approach me again?"

"Are you tricking me into being a three-year-old kid?"

With a wave of his hand, Peng Ke hung on the outer wall of Meilou. Ahu and Mo Xu, whose hands were almost numb, jumped in through the window and stared at Yan Qingbo.

Ah Hu's expression was mixed with somewhat complicated emotions.

"I have imagined many scenarios of reuniting with you."

"But I never expected that it would be like this."

"My lord, take her back to Jinyiwei first, and then slowly interrogate her."

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(End of this chapter)