Chapter 111: The Unexpected Shura Field



When Jiang Niannian heard the voice and the name, she guessed who it was even without turning around.

She turned around and looked at the person behind her.

Today he was wearing a yellow robe embroidered with gold threads, a jade and gold crown on his head, a auspicious beast sachet containing pearls on his waist, and a folding fan in his hand. He looked extremely noble. Who else could it be but Zhao Anming?

Jiang Niannian was a little surprised: "You can recognize me even when I'm wrapped like this?!"

Zhao Anming shouted at her: "I would recognize the fairy even if she turned into ashes!"

He rushed forward and wanted to give Jiang Niannian a hug, but was separated by a pair of bony hands.

There was a gentle smile on Yin Buqi's lips, but he exuded a sinister coldness, like the shadows on the lakeside in late winter, collapsing heavily.

Zhao Anming shuddered, pursed his lips, and reluctantly withdrew his hand, "Fairy, where have you been these months? I'm very worried about you."

"Let's not talk about this for now." Jiang Niannian asked, "Why are you here?"

Zhao Anming said: "Fairy, have you forgotten? My family lives in Buzhou City."

Jiang Niannian suddenly realized.

Yes, she seemed to have heard Zhao Anming mention it.

The sun was already at its zenith, and the group found a teahouse to sit down.

When the teahouse owner saw Zhao Anming, his eyes flashed as if he had seen a bag of money, and he opened a private room for everyone.

The golden nanmu floor-to-ceiling window has a layer of mermaid silver moon gauze in front of it. The gauze is expensive because you can see everything outside clearly from the inside, but you can't see inside clearly from the outside. The room is very spacious, with a lotus white jade table in the middle for drinking tea.

The price of a private room is expensive, and it costs three thousand spirit stones for one hour.

But Zhao Anming took out a bunch of spirit stones from his wallet and handed them over without saying a word, spending them without feeling sorry at all.

Zhao Anming poured a cup of scented tea and handed it to Jiang Niannian, "Fairy, this is scented tea made from nine kinds of nectar. It has a hint of sweetness in its fragrance. Try it."

Jiang Niannian didn't answer it, mainly because the atmosphere next to her was too cold and she didn't dare to answer it.

Yin Buqi smiled, took out the tea set he had prepared from his Qiankun bag, wiped it carefully a few times, and then poured the tea in the pot into the cup, handed it to Jiang Niannian, and said, "The things outside are not clean, Niannian, just eat what I make."

Jiang Niannian took the tea and drank it silently: "..." This black-hearted vixen is sick again.

The others also sat down and took off their shawls.

Zhao Anming withdrew his hand somewhat disappointedly and asked, "Why did the fairy come to Buzhou City?"

"I heard that the Silk Pulling Technique will be auctioned at Linlang Pavilion tomorrow, so Buqi and I came to take a look."

"Is that so?" Zhao Anming was stunned for a moment, and said: "Fairy, I told you before that it was true that I was weak and sickly when I was a child. My father did a lot of wrong things for me. Later, my father died, and I had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​traveling all over the country and manage the family business quietly. My house is very big, but after so many years, I am still afraid to go home, feeling lonely, and always thinking of my father..."

Zhao Anming said this, looking behind Jiang Niannian, his face turned pale, and he said in disbelief: "The fairy got married? And she has a dark-skinned child?!"

Jiang Niannian followed his line of sight and looked over. "Ah, this is a coal briquettes."

The next second, Jiang Niannian was embraced by someone. Yin Buqi turned his head and looked at the vast rain curtain. His eyes were deep and without any trace of emotion. His thin lips curled up into a silent sneer: "Whether she gets married or not, and who she marries, has nothing to do with you. She is mine and can only be mine."

"No, don't do this." Jiang Niannian glared at him.

Zhao Anming must be very sad now. She is also an orphan, and she knows too well the feeling of returning home alone and feeling empty.

It's really sad when a person dies and is buried, but no one cares.

"Zhao Anming, you've done a great job." Jiang Niannian comforted him, "It's not easy for you to build up the Zhao family's business to what it is now. You should try to walk out of the shadow of the past and look forward."

"Look forward..." Zhao Anming looked at Jiang Niannian, smiled bitterly for a moment, and a hint of treacherousness flashed across his face, "Fairy, I want to talk to him alone."

Jiang Niannian was puzzled: "With him?"

"Um."

Jiang Niannian glanced at Yin Buqi and said, "Then I'll wait for you outside?"

Yin Buqi responded slowly: "Yeah."

Nian Nian said "you", not "you all."

She was only waiting for him.

The others left one after another until Jiang Niannian was far away.

The two people in the private room sat quietly.

Yin Buqi stretched out his bony hand, pinched the teacup in front of him that Jiang Niannian had drunk from, and rubbed it again and again. His red eyes drooped slightly, and with a nonchalant look, he took a sip from the place where Jiang Niannian had just drunk from with his scarlet lips.

Zhao Anming said, "You are Yin Li, right? I met you sixteen years ago. You were weak and sickly at that time, so you only clung to the fairy. The fairy was kind-hearted and loved you very much. I think the fairy is with you now, not because she loves you, but because she sympathizes with you."

Yin Buqi raised his eyelids, the gloom and violence in his eyes were not concealed at all: "I know best whether she loves me or not, and it's better than you saying the grapes are sour because you can't eat them."

After a long while, his red lips curled up into a smile: "Besides, do you think you can get close to her and try to get her to sympathize with you by telling her about your shameful things? That's really ridiculous."

After a long silence, Zhao Anming chuckled, "You once acted so sickly in front of her, wasn't it because of this? Why do you have to belittle me?"

Yin Buqi listened, but was not annoyed. His long eyelashes trembled, and he couldn't suppress a laugh from the depths of his throat: "You are worthy enough to compete with me?"

That smile was filled with contempt and mockery.


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