Chapter 140: The Fury of the Two Heroes (5)
After being moved to another place, Zhao Ziheng and Feng Qinghan were brought to the inner hall. It was not difficult to see that this place was carefully set up. There must be some program going on. They both had thought about it long before coming. Feng Qinghan was still okay, but Zhao Ziheng thought that Huan Ling would not do nothing, but as long as it did not cross his bottom line, he might be able to accept it.
Actually, there was nothing special about the inner hall. The reason why it was carefully decorated was because the stage in the center of the inner hall was quite eye-catching. Speaking of the stage naturally reminded people of dancers. Speaking of dancers, no one did not know the title of Yin Yin. Since Yin Yin fell into the hands of Huanling and had such a stage, it was not difficult to imagine what kind of program there would be. Of course, as Zhao Ziheng thought, as long as it did not exceed the acceptable bottom line, it didn't matter. Fortunately, after the banquet began, only ordinary dancers appeared on the stage, so Zhao Ziheng did not take it seriously.
Feng Qinghan and Zhao Ziheng had similar ideas. As long as it didn't cross the bottom line, anything was fine. He had never thought that Yin Yin would be unharmed after falling into Huanling's hands, nor did he believe that Huanling would do nothing. As for whether it would be too outrageous, he couldn't guarantee it now. He could only take one step at a time. However... Feng Qinghan glanced at Zhao Ziheng who was sitting opposite him inconspicuously, and happened to receive Zhao Ziheng's gaze. The two seemed to have resonated again. Feng Qinghan withdrew his gaze and smiled.
Have you really noticed it? Feng Qinghan thought to himself, and subconsciously picked up the wine glass in front of him. Just when he was about to take a sip, he suddenly put it down.
Feng Qinghan's actions were seen by Huanling, and she said: "What? Wine doesn't suit your taste?"
Feng Qinghan smiled and said: "It's not that I don't like it, but I've given up on this thing a long time ago. You should have known that a long time ago, right?"
Huan Ling was startled when she heard this. She did know it, but seemed to have forgotten it. When she was reminded, she found that the reason was still so hateful.
Just as Huan Ling was trying to suppress his anger, Feng Qinghan continued: "Drinking is harmful to the body. I remember she said so."
If the previous sentence was only said to Huanling, then this sentence obviously carried a hidden meaning. Zhao Ziheng put down the wine glass looked at Feng Qinghan. It was obvious that he had heard the meaning, and the so-called "she" knew who he was talking about without saying a word; as for Huanling, she gnashed her teeth in hatred when she saw the faint tenderness on Feng Qinghan's face when he was immersed in the memories of the past. Everyone around Feng Qinghan knew that in the past, wine and women were the two most indispensable and unbreakable things in Feng Qinghan's life. However, Feng Qinghan completely gave up these two for the same person.
Holding back the anger in his heart, Huan Ling said: "It's just that today's banquet is specially prepared for you, and it's the last time. Even so, you won't show your favor?"
Feng Qinghan smiled but did not answer. Although he did not answer, his expression had already given the answer. He would only do this to such an extent when he cared deeply about someone... Zhao Ziheng knew the meaning He did not react at all, as if he had been mentally prepared.
Looking at Feng Qinghan, and then at Zhao Ziheng, Huanling didn't believe that Zhao Ziheng didn't understand what Feng Qinghan said, but if he really understood, why was his attitude so calm? However, facing Feng Qinghan, Huanling couldn't cope with it. Now there was another Zhao Ziheng. Although Zhao Ziheng's appearance didn't affect her plan, it seemed to be an unknown factor now, because Zhao Ziheng's appearance was always beyond her expectations; even if she still couldn't understand Feng Qinghan, at least she had been with him for a long time, so she could predict it to some extent. But how Zhao Ziheng would behave was unknown. What would happen? Now she could only take it one step at a time.
Since Feng Qinghan didn't drink, Huanling had to have someone serve him tea instead. Feng Qinghan drank it comfortably, unaware of Huanling's plans. It didn't matter to him anyway, he would just deal with it as it came. After all, preparing for a rainy day was not his style.
Looking at Zhao Ziheng, he was much more unrestrained than Feng Qinghan. He was like a guest, pouring his own drink without any scruples, not caring whether it was poisonous or not. Even if it was, it probably didn't matter to him now. If Feng Qinghan was not afraid of poison because he had 'Hundred Flowers Jade Dew', then what about Zhao Ziheng? It's not that Zhao Ziheng really didn't have scruples, but such scruples were meaningless at this time. What difference did it make to a dying person whether he was poisoned or not? It was just a step earlier or later. Of course, even if he was going to die, Zhao Ziheng would make sure Yinyin was safe and rescued.
The banquet for the three people was still going on. Huanling and Feng Qinghan were chatting casually. It was more like reminiscing about the past than a Hongmen Banquet. Occasionally, Huanling would bring up some topics with Zhao Ziheng, and Zhao Ziheng would speak . Did Feng Qinghan really want to kill Huanling? It was impossible to tell from the surface, but no one would think about this question at this time. Feng Qinghan would not, Zhao Ziheng would not, and Huanling... perhaps he would always remember it.
When the banquet was almost coming to an end, after all, all good things must come to an end, even for three people.
Huan Ling opened his thin lips and said: "It's almost done. In order to satisfy you two and hope that you two will have a good time, I have specially arranged a show."
As soon as these words came out, Feng Qinghan and Zhao Ziheng stopped what they were doing and turned their gazes towards Huan Ling. The time that was supposed to come had finally come...
