Having said this, Yin Buqi picked her up and pressed her on the dressing table.

She leaned forward, bent over, and roughly swallowed the lip balm that she had just applied to her.

The inner garment was loosely torn open, and Jiang Niannian's back was pressed against the dressing mirror. Tears welled up from the corners of her eyes, and she was having trouble breathing.

After the kiss, Yin Buqi moved away slightly and whispered in her ear with a smile, "I now completely understand the saying 'From now on, the emperor will not hold court early in the morning.'"

Yin Buqi stroked her face and said, "From today on, I will ask the doctor to make some medicine for you every day to nourish your body. Nian Nian is in very poor health."

“…”

Jiang Niannian had a headache. She was still in bed the night before, and as soon as she woke up, she was woken up and made to take medicine. It was really uncomfortable.

Besides, is that because of her poor health? !

It's obvious that someone has no idea of ​​self-control!

However, after practicing dual cultivation, she clearly felt that her cultivation had improved.

At this time, a respectful voice came from outside the door: "Young Master, Shi Jing has been imprisoned in the water dungeon for two days. He has been saying that he wants to see you. Look at this..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yin Buqi lowered his eyes, his eyes were deep, and he seemed to be unhappy.

Jiang Niannian was stunned: "The Taoist Siming is here too? Why is he locked up in a water dungeon? And he's kneeling?"

"Because of his evil words, I was stripped of my cultivation, my spiritual roots were shattered, and I was locked up in a cramped and dirty bamboo courtyard in the back mountain, where I was bullied by others." Yin Buqi said, then turned his head and looked at Jiang Niannian with a cruel smile on his face: "Niannian, do you think he shouldn't kneel?"

Yin Buqi was wearing a black brocade robe, his five jade-colored fingers pinching the collar of the robe, and his eyes were more gloomy and cruel.

"You deserve it." Jiang Niannian looked at him and nodded.

Yin Buqi suffered so much in his childhood. Tracing back to the source, it was indeed Shi Jing's words.

Just kneeling in the water dungeon for two days is a lighter punishment.

She wasn't actually speaking up for Shi Jing, she was just asking casually.

Then she added, "Isn't there a saying that a gentleman takes revenge from morning till night?"

"Puff." Yin Buqi hugged her waist and laughed, his gloomy expression gone: "Niannian, it's never too late for a gentleman to take revenge."

"Ah...you, stop laughing!" Jiang Niannian glared at him angrily.

After laughing, he asked softly in her ear: "Does Nian Nian want me to kill him?"

"I don't know..." Jiang Niannian shook her head: "He is your hatred and part of the source of your pain. You can torture him however you want."

Jiang Niannian was silent for a while, and then continued: "But what I hope more is that you can get out of the constraints and hatred of the past, have a better life, and be happier every day."

Yin Buqi looked at her infatuatedly, his thin lips slightly curved, a burning light flashing in his red pupils: "Niannian... I really like you so much."

He looked at the woman in his arms, and her every move, every word and action touched his heart.

Jiang Niannian was a little frightened by his gaze, afraid that he would do something shameful to her again, so she pushed him away and said, "He has something to say, why don't you listen to it first and then decide?"

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Yin Buqi responded, gently rubbing her face: "Then I'll go and take a look now."

"Shall I go with you?"

"No, the water dungeon is too cold, dirty and messy, it will pollute Nian Nian's eyes."

"Okay, tell me what's going on when you come back."

…

In the water dungeon.

There were dark walls on all sides, covered with dark purple dirt. It was cold, damp, dark and scary.

Yin Buqi walked in slowly, his pitch-black robe almost blending into the blackness of the dungeon.

When the servants saw him coming, they quickly lit the candles in the water dungeon, illuminating his figure very clearly.

The pale skin glowed in the candlelight.

His features were also gaudy and cold, and the dark hair on his forehead looked like silk, radiating a circle of faint light.

He looked quietly at the man kneeling on the ground with his hands and feet chained with iron chains in the cage.

The man's white clothes were already torn and tattered, with dirty blood just reaching his knees. It looked like he had been tortured.

The man had no expression on his face, his eyes just staring at the ripples below him.

It was Yin Buqi who spoke first: "The Taoist Siming who is said to know everything about the past and present and can talk to the Heaven is now in such a state. He is really a wolf."

"You're here." Shi Jing said weakly, his chest rising and falling slightly.

Yin Buqi smiled, waved his sleeves, and the iron cage opened.

Yin Buqi walked forward silently, the black gold-threaded brocade robe tailoring his waist beautifully and exquisitely, making him as quiet and slender as a jade bamboo.

"Young Master, the front is dirty..."

"No problem." Yin Buqi waved his hand, signaling him to step back, his shoes wading through the blood.

He stood in front of Shi Jing, stretched out one foot, lifted Shi Jing's chin, and made him look up at him.

"When you encouraged others to abandon my cultivation, did you think this would happen?"

He looked at Shi Jing's bloodstained face and said with a smile: "Sima Daojun, do you know what this is called? This is called karma, the law of nature."

Yin Buqi looked at him, and those unspeakable nightmares became clear to him: his mother's death, the humiliation from the sect members, the monthly bloodletting, and the countless nights of cold and pain all over his body.

After so many years, the harsh voice still seems to echo in my ears: "I am Yin Ruoxu, how could I have such a dirty thing like you."

He was born with evil blood, he is sin.

All memories seemed to collapse in my mind, becoming chaotic and distorted, and finally turning into an eerie calm.

"I did that... for your own good."

"For my own good?" Yin Buqi raised his head and laughed, his laughter became more and more unbridled. He kicked Shi Jing away and said, "There are many trash in this sect who are all show and no substance. You dare to say that you are doing this for my own good?"

Shi Jing sighed softly, "Your mother didn't die suddenly, she died voluntarily."

Yin Buqi's red eyes suddenly cracked into countless cracks, revealing a strange, cold and murderous look: "What did you say?!"

"Explain yourself to me clearly!"

Shi Jing glanced at him and said, "This story started fifty years ago. You were not yet born at that time. I was seriously injured while searching for a secret treasure and was saved by your mother, Hu Yueqing. Yueqing was a kind and good girl and took me back to Qingqiu to heal my wounds."

"During the days of recovery, I naturally got to know Yueqing's sister, Hu Yuelian, Tang Murou's mother."

Yin Buqi said, "Go on."

Shi Jing's face turned pale, and he finally closed his eyes, then opened them again and said softly, "You're right, I'm Tang Murou's father."