Although the Yilu Mansion did not cover as much ground as the Sikong Mansion, its splendor was on par with that of the Sikong Mansion. The nobles of the imperial capital had the habit of holding regular banquets and balls, mainly for the purpose of exchanging information and bonding.

Sikong Buqun and Duke Wanjia were chatting in low tones about the complexity of the current situation in the imperial capital, accompanied by Sikong Wuyi, who was absentmindedly listening to the two old men's boring conversation, and his eyes were scanning the hall very subtly, and when he saw his own guards coming this way, a hint of joy flashed from his eyes.

The guard said something in Sikong Wuwei's ear, and when the guard left, he faced Sikong Buqun with an expression of wanting to speak, with a rather constipated look on his face.

A moment later, Sikong Buqun looked back, "Wu me, just say what you want to say, why such an expression."

A hint of smugness flashed in the depths of Sikong Wu me's eyes, and he swallowed and whispered, "My subordinate, saw the fourth brother enter, enter the Sleeping Moon Pavilion."

Sikong Buqun obviously had no understanding of the imperial capital's wind and moon, "Sleeping Moon Pavilion?"

"The brothel on the north coast." Sikong Wuwei added his voice, getting lower and lower.

"Snap," the cup in Sikong Buqun's hand slammed down hard on the ground, his fierce action startled Duke Wanjia, before he could ask any questions, Sikong Buqun had already left with a face full of anger.

Walking out of the Sleeping Moon Pavilion, Sikong Haoxuan was still wandering around the north shore of Kaixuan, casually scanning the roadside various pavilions, his eyes were actually some flowers and willows, smelling the rouge scent in the air, he suddenly realized that the environment here is so out of place with his own greenhouse that he would like to open, and immediately communicated this idea through the soul to the Bammer, to choose to find the place of quietness and elegance.

In the middle of walking, Sikong Haoxuan suddenly stops his steps, a familiar fluctuation appears in his soul, Burei won't come here for no reason, it seems that something has happened, a trace of worry inexplicably appears in his heart.

The end of the sky was already somewhat faintly white. The dull and serious aura in the Sikong family head's study bound Sikong Haoxuan, who had just stepped into it, in a somewhat uncomfortable manner.

Sikong Buqun was seated on the family head's seat, his eyes staring at Sikong Haoxuan, in which there was no anger, no joy, calm and frightening, Sikong Haoxuan's heart knew clearly, this was afraid that this was the manifestation of anger to the extreme. Standing beside Sikong Buqun, Song Ziyan looked at her son, several times wanting to speak, her eyes full of disappointment.

"Say, where did it go!" Sikong Buqun's calm voice caused a tremor in Sikong Haoxuan's heart, as if he felt that a rift had appeared between him and his grandfather.

Regarding Sikong Buqun's attitude at this time, Sikong Haoxuan more or less felt some outside, but the words still had to be returned, "Sleeping Moon Pavilion."

"What is the Sleeping Moon Pavilion." Sikong Buqun's increasingly calm words caused the air in the calligraphy to condense a few more points.

Sikong Haoxuan was secretly alert in his heart, and along with the alertness came a hint of sadness as a murderous aura was clearly mapped within his soul. "Brothel."

These two simple words exploded the air in the study, which seemed to have been compressed to its limit, violently. Silver-white fighting aura suddenly rose from Sikong Buqun's body, the aura that was close to that of a Grandmaster caused Sikong Haoxuan, who bore the brunt of the attack, to almost spit out blood, this kind of oppression had already gone beyond the realm of spiritual oppression.

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"Brothel!" Extruding two words from his mouth, Sikong Buqun violently slapped on the mahogany table in front of him, and his late stage Condensing Star Dou Qi cultivation turned the mahogany table into fine dust.

The first time he saw Sikong Buqun so furious, Sikong Haoxuan realized in his heart that "forbidding to set foot in brothels" was not just a simple rule of the clan.

The Dou Qi on Sikong Bu Qun's body became more and more intense, as his emotions swayed he took a violent step forward, Song Zi Yan who was standing next to him was startled and was busy protecting Sikong Hao Xuan with a boundary, "Father!"

Song Zi Yan's voice caused Sikong Bu Qun's emotions to be slightly restrained, causing his emotionally clouded consciousness to wake up, his footsteps stopping in front of him in the middle of the wood powder, "Burei!"

"House Master." Burei opened the door to the study and walked into the room.

"Sikong Haoxuan, violating the clan rules, fifty strokes of the cane, no stepping out of the house in the future without my order." The light of Sikong Buqun's exposed Dou Qi slowly converged inward.

Looking at Sikong Haoxuan who was brought out by Bree, a trace of heartache flashed through Song Ziyan's eyes. In the courtyard outside the study, by the head of the family four guards to implement on Sikong Haoxuan's cane strike, cane strike for have reincarnation true qi protection body of Sikong Haoxuan can't produce too heavy damage, the execution of countless cane strike of the torture of the four guards, although feel under the staff has a different, but still one by one to report the number of, and above the wooden staff, did not have to attach a trace of fighting qi.

The dull sound of the cane strikes entered the study, Song Ziyan murmured, "Why isn't he screaming? Is he complaining?"

Listening to Song Zi Yan's murmuring voice, Sikong Buqun sighed deeply and sat paralyzed in his chair, "Zi Yan, don't blame me, you know why I made this clan rule, I don't want anyone to repeat Hao Er's mistake. Xuan'er, I really hate that he doesn't fight, are we spoiling him too much?"

Song Ziyan lightly held Sikong Buqun's somewhat trembling arm, and there was a hint of deep pain in her words, "Father, you were right to discipline Xuan'er. When you gave him the name Hao Xuan, I knew how much affection you placed in Xuan'er, he is indeed too disappointing this time, I never thought he would go to a place like that."

Mr. Xi entered through the side door of the study, seeing the table that was turned into dust, his feet slightly lurched as he came to Sikong Buqun's side, "Family master, what are your orders for sending someone to find me."

Sikong Buqun closed his eyes and said somewhat tiredly, "Mr. XI, you know about Xuan Er's matter, right, tell me what you think, I am worried ......"

Mr. Xi smiled bitterly, "Family master, I'm afraid your worries have come true. From my usual observation of the fourth young master, he is simply too lazy to step out of the mansion on weekdays, let alone go to any brothels, there must be a reason for this."

Song Ziyan was listening to the two men playing dumb riddles from the side and was a bit anxious, "Mr. Xi, what are you trying to say? What is father worried about?"

Without waiting for Mr. Xi to speak, Sikong Buqun waved his hand, "You go back first, this year's matter will end here, not to pursue it."

Mr. Xi saluted Song Zi Yan before exiting the study. Song Zi Yan stared at Sikong Buqun with a doubtful heart, hoping to hear some explanation, but Sikong Buqun closed his eyes, seemingly unwilling to say anything more.

And let's say that after Sikong Haoxuan received the fifty cane strikes, the more he thought about it, the more wrong it was, "The taboo in grandpa's heart, the unscrupulous nobleman's bet, and being inexplicably discovered, there seems to be some connection between them."

After returning to the separate courtyard, Sikong Haoxuan's face was very ugly, it seemed that he had thought of something. The medium of everyone in the separate courtyard had long been grasped by Sikong Haoxuan, the moment he stepped into the separate courtyard, the entire people in the separate courtyard, except for the four beastmen and Nan Xing, were all in an unconscious state.

Sikong Haoxuan who didn't even enter the house, stood in the courtyard of the courtyard and sent out a summons to Bamer in his soul, Bamer who was in the imperial capital, such a short distance could almost ignore the constraints of time for him, as soon as the summons was sent out, a black line appeared in the sky.

The black-faced Sikong Haoxuan said to Ba Mo: ''Go, check for me. What are the origins of the group of nobles who contacted Third Miss, and what connections do they have with each other." The cold aura in his eyes flashed continuously as he laughed coldly in his heart, "Not a small amount of guts, even counting on me, am I really kind?"

"Old servant obeys!" The Ba Mo who was the Great Witch's Witch Servant was completely born for the Great Witch, with the Great Witch's anger as his fury, a ball of black shadows in Sikong Haoxuan's special courtyard shot straight up into the sky, bursting out into a myriad of tiny black dots, dispersing out towards the entire Imperial Capital as the worm exploded!