Yin Buqi said this nonchalantly. Zhao Anming, who was sitting opposite him, froze up, lowered his eyes, looked at his teacup, and said nothing more.

There was silence between the two.

When Jiang Niannian returned to the private room, she looked at the two people who were silent and asked, "Are you done talking?"

"Niannian." Yin Buqi looked up at her with an innocent and well-behaved expression.

Zhao Anming looked at her and asked after a while, "Fairy, is he treating you well?"

Jiang Niannian took Yin Buqie's hand without hesitation and said, "No one treats me better than him... and when we return this time, we will get married."

When Yin Buqi heard this, the light in his eyes became even brighter and he squeezed her soft little hand.

Zhao Anming's pupils tightened, and he stood there in a daze. He suddenly relaxed and laughed: "...That's good."

He looked at Jiang Niannian with burning gaze and asked, "Fairy, can I hug you, just for a moment?"

At this moment, the mature skin is peeled off, and inside he is still the somewhat immature boy from sixteen years ago.

Jiang Niannian didn't say anything, so Yin Buqi answered for her: "You wish."

Zhao Anming's eyes turned red, then he took a deep breath, moved his lips, but his throat choked.

At the end, he repeated it again: "Fairy, can I hug you?"

Jiang Niannian looked at him, and somehow, she suddenly thought of Yin Buqi when he was a child.

That look was also one of helplessness and despair.

There's even some dead air.

It was just a hug from a friend to comfort her. It would be cruel of her to refuse that.

Jiang Niannian broke away Yin Buqi's hand and walked forward to hug Zhao Anming.

"Fairy, you are so kind." Zhao Anming's eyelashes trembled slightly, half covering his wet eyes, but his tone was smiling: "When I die, I will give all my property to you."

Jiang Niannian was amused by his words: "Why would I need your property? I don't need it."

Without waiting for Zhao Anming to say anything, Yin Buqi suppressed his anger and jealousy and whispered, "It's time to go."

After saying that, he bent down, stretched out his hand, picked up Jiang Niannian horizontally, and when he went out, he put the black cloak on her.

Seeing this, Jiang Ziyu, Meiqiu and others did not stay any longer and followed him out.

On the long street, the sound of gongs and drums was deafening.

The Buzhou City is magnificent and splendid. The size of its walls and the complete facilities are astonishing.

The Flower Goddess Festival has begun, and horses are pulling floats slowly past.

The falling flowers in the sky dance with people, and the green birds and fairy cranes fly together.

The actress who plays the role of the goddess of flowers has long flowing sleeves and a slender figure; her long green skirt is like the verdant mountains, the blue sky after rain, and the quiet deep pool.

Accompanied by flying flowers all over the sky, it is like a peerless fairy walking out of a painting.

The dance is both majestic and charming.

There were too many people and Jiang Niannian was wearing a martial arts hat, so she couldn't see clearly. She quietly released a tiny vine, which extended to the giant float, and she looked at everything carefully.

Yin Buqi held her horizontally and saw how attentively she looked at it.

His face became darker and darker, and a thin layer of frost silently covered his eyebrows and eyes. He stared at her coldly, then leaned close to her ear and asked, "Niannian, is that person good-looking?"

Jiang Niannian came back to her senses, looked at Yin Buqi's expression, and said quickly: "It's not good-looking, not as good-looking as you. Our Buqi is the best-looking man in the world."

Yin Buqi lifted a corner of her veil and bit her lips. He spoke very slowly, but every word was very clear: "Why does Nian Nian look at other men so seriously?"

Jiang Niannian's heart trembled: "The person who plays the flower god is a man?!"

"Well, he used the voice-changing technique and the beautiful face technique."

Jiang Niannian pursed her lips. Are there guys who dress like cross-dressers in this era?

So awesome!

She turned to look at Yin Buqi again. There was a smile in Yin Buqi's eyes again, as if asking, is it interesting?

But Jiang Niannian saw another meaning in that smile.

——I’m letting Nian Nian do that now, but I won’t do that when we get to bed.

"Not interesting at all." Jiang Niannian answered decisively.

Coal Ball seemed to be somewhat interested in the scene and was dazzled by it.

"When my master was still alive, he brought me to watch the Flower Goddess Festival once." Jiang Ziyu looked around and sighed: "I miss my master..."

He really enjoyed the Flower Goddess Festival then, but thinking back on it now, he realized that he just liked the feeling of having his master by his side.

As he was sighing and glancing at a certain place listlessly, he was suddenly stunned, sat up straight, and looked in that direction with his eyes wide open like a cat.

There was a man in the crowd, wearing a hooded cape. His face could not be seen clearly. He was wearing a snow-white robe. His hands, which were exposed outside the wide sleeves, were long and thin, with pointed fingertips.

Jiang Ziyou stared at the man and murmured, "Master..."

Suddenly, he pushed through the crowd and ran towards the man, shouting "Master" as he ran.

Yin Buqi and Jiang Niannian also noticed this and followed.

Jiang Ziyu saw the man enter the alley at the corner, and when he chased after him, there was no one there.

Yin Buqi asked, "What's going on?"

Jiang Ziyou looked at the empty alley, a little dazed: "I think I saw my master..."

Jiang Niannian was puzzled: "Wen Shili? Didn't he already..."

"It's the art of pulling the thread." Yin Buqi said, "The fish is hooked."

As it got dark, the group found an inn to stay in.

The proprietress was a perceptive person. Noticing that the men were dressed differently from ordinary people, she opened the most comfortable and best rooms for them without hesitation.

Every time Linlang Pavilion holds an auction, countless people come to stay in Buzhou City. Therefore, the dishes in Buzhou City are very diverse, covering cuisines from all over the country to suit the tastes of the guests.

A few people asked for a private room for dinner, so they didn't have to wear cloaks to hide their identities.

Soon, the waiter brought all the dishes ordered by the guests, and placed a cup of the best Xianya tea next to each person.

Meiqiu was an honest child. He picked up a piece of pork belly slice and put it in his mouth. He looked at the bowl and asked, "I saw on the menu that this dish is called Fuqi Feipian. Where is Fuqi?"

"Puff!" Jiang Ziyu couldn't help but spit out the rice in his mouth.

Jiang Niannian: “…” Don’t be angry, it’s just a beast, you should care for mentally retarded children.

She said: "Fuqi Feipian is just the name of a dish! There is no husband and wife in Fuqi Feipian, but in addition to lung slices, there are also beef, beef tendon, beef tripe, etc., just like there is no fish in Yuxiang Pork Shreds."

Coal Ball seemed to understand, and asked: "I understand, this is like a red-grilled lion head without a lion inside, right?"

"right."

“There’s no mapo in mapo tofu, right?”

"……right."

“There’s no Buddha in Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, right?”

Yin Buqi looked at him with a sharp look and said coldly, "Eating won't stop you from talking?"

"……oh."

Meiqiu didn't dare to ask any more questions, he just lowered his head and focused on his meal.