In the inn, Meiqiu seemed to be really tired and was sleeping soundly.

The old doctor put down Yin Buqi's hand with an embarrassed look on his face and said, "Young man, your injury is not as serious as that girl said. Seeing her anxious look at that time, I thought you were dying. But the wound on your back is just superficial. It just looks scary. If I hadn't come, you would have healed."

Yin Buqi remained lying on the bed without saying a word.

"Young man...you didn't get hurt on purpose to make that girl feel bad, did you?"

Yin Buqi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and after a long time he said lightly "hmm".

"You are young, but you are quite smart." The old doctor smiled as he applied medicine to him. "You are the most beautiful patient I have ever seen. Although you look a little sick and don't have the masculine beauty of ordinary men, you have a beautiful face that is unbelievable. Tell me, with such beauty, why do you hide it? I think the girl is worried about you and must like you."

Yin Buqi's breathing stagnated slightly, and he shook his head again, saying: "She... just treats me as a child..."

If she found out that he had other thoughts, she might not be so nice to him anymore.

The old doctor was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "Young man, let me give you a suggestion. Stare at her next time. If she avoids your gaze and blushes shyly, then there is hope. If she slaps you in the face or looks normal, then you may have to try harder. I think she is a good girl. If you marry her, it will be your blessing."

Don't ask me how he knew this. The only thing I know is that he did this when he was young, quite a few times. Thinking about it now makes my face hurt.

Yin Buqi didn't reply to him, and it was unknown whether he heard it or not.

The old doctor was just about to bandage him when the door was pushed open from the outside.

"Old man, how is he? Is he badly injured?" Jiang Niannian walked in hurriedly, and looking at the long bloodstains on Yin Buqi's back, her eyes turned red again.

"His injury..." The old doctor was about to speak, but was interrupted by a cough.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough..." Yin Buqi was born with narrow eyebrows and eyes. When he had no expression, his eyes were cold and contained an inexplicable ruthlessness. At this moment, when he looked at the medical practitioner, there was actually a hint of intimidation in his eyes.

Jiang Niannian turned around to look at her baby.

The old doctor watched helplessly as Yin Buqi's face changed from cold to innocent and obedient, just like the face-changing in Sichuan Opera.

The old doctor was silent for a while, then said, "His injury is quite serious, he needs to rest for a few days, but it is not a serious injury. This bottle of medicine is for external application, and these medicines beside are for drinking... By the way, the wound cannot be exposed to water. If someone helps him wash it, it may heal faster."

Jiang Niannian finally breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Thank you, old sir."

"No need to thank me." He picked up the medicine box and prepared to leave, and said, "The wound on his back has not been bandaged yet, you can bandage it. I have something else to do, so I'm leaving first."

"good."

Yin Buqi lay obediently on Jiang Niannian's lap. She bandaged his wound and tied a bow for him.

Her sleeve brushed across his back, bringing a slight coolness.

Jiang Niannian looked at her own child with a bow tied on his chest and smiled: "It would be nice if you were a little girl. I would braid your hair and put on pretty skirts for you every day."

"I am different from the little girl." Yin Buqi frowned and said, then he thought of something, sat up, and looked at Jiang Niannian quietly.

"Niannian." He called her.

Jiang Niannian met his gaze, her heartstrings moved, and she felt inexplicably nervous.

Yin Buqi kept looking at her, his eyes focused and deep.

His eyes were beautiful, and his red pupils were filled with starlight. The world was full of colors, but at this moment, only that one person's figure was reflected, as if to make people indulge in it.

The room fell silent, and an ambiguity came silently, making people blush for a moment.

"If she looks away and blushes shyly, then there's something going on..."

Yin Buqi thought of what the old doctor had said, and looking at her like that, he actually felt a little dry in the mouth.

If her eyes were evasive, if her face was blushing...

"No, is there something on my face?" Jiang Niannian tilted her head to look at him, tucked the hair around her ears, and smiled sweetly with her eyebrows curved.

Yin Buqi suddenly looked away.

Her face was burning and she looked a little shy.

"Do you have a fever? Why is your face a little red?" Jiang Niannian leaned over and wanted to test the temperature of his forehead, but he dodged her.

Yin Buqi buried himself in the quilt and said sullenly, "Nian Nian, I'm hungry."

Jiang Niannian was stunned and said, "Okay, I'll go out and buy something to eat."

Yin Buqi looked at Jiang Niannian's departing back for a long time, loosened his clenched hands, and his palms were wet.

He sighed.

Yin Buqi, you are so sad.

Jiang Niannian walked out quickly, closed the door, paused slightly, and her heart beat quite fast.

She fanned herself with her hands. How come it was so hot in March?

The dark night seemed like an endless mass of thick ink smeared across the sky, without even the glimmer of stars.

Yin Buqi opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Niannian who was sleeping beside him, with a somewhat dangerous look in his eyes.

Jiang Niannian was afraid that he would get injured and have no one to take care of him at night, so she insisted on sleeping in the same room with him.

This was the first time he and Nian Nian had slept in the same bed since they started sleeping in separate rooms a few years ago.

"Niannian, are you asleep?" Yin Buqi asked softly in her ear in a hoarse voice.

No one responded.

The person on the bed was rarely quiet, and Yin Buqi's gaze slowly fell on her soft lips.

He hadn't kissed her yet.

He wanted to kiss her, just once, just once.

“Nian Nian…”

“Nian Nian…”

This thought came so overwhelmingly that I couldn't suppress it for a moment.

Yin Buqi stood up gently and touched Jiang Niannian's red lips with his jade-like fingers.

He performed a little trick on Jiang Niannian, looked at her sleeping face with a dark look in his eyes, and finally, he kissed the lips he had been thinking about.

He was like a prisoner who was finally free, absorbing her fragrance at will.

The desire can't be satisfied, as if no matter how much I kiss, it's never enough.

The sound came softly from between Jiang Niannian's lips and teeth.

Yin Buqi's breathing was disordered, and his lips lingered on her lips repeatedly, grinding and licking.

He rubbed against her gently.

...prosperous, strong, democratic, civilized and harmonious...

After a long time, he stopped, hugged her with heavy breathing, and kissed her forehead again.

There was fire burning in his red eyes, and his hoarse voice suppressed the surge of heat in his body.

How can he make her fall in love with him?

With tears? Or with pleading? Use both.

How can he make her love him more?

Be obedient and well behaved.

To keep her, you have to use all means, including scheming, deception, and plunder.

…

Jiang Niannian stayed in Huaijiang City for a few more days, and seeing that Yin Buqi was almost ready, she set off for Rimuli.

We arrived in less than half a day.

Rimu is still the same as it was sixteen years ago, with a vast area and magnificent scenery.

Fairy mist lingers around, and each peak occupies its own place, majestic and imposing, like a fairyland.

Because the Immortal Alliance Conference will be held the day after tomorrow, there are too many people coming to Rimu today.

Fortunately, the sect members were efficient and made proper arrangements, so the two were quickly listed and taken to their respective rooms by the disciples.

This conference was organized by Qinghe Zhenjun Wen Shili. Except for the disciples within the sect, all guests from all over the world stayed at Qinggu Peak where Qinghe Zhenjun and his disciples lived.

Jiang Niannian and Yin Buqi are both on the east side of Qinggu Peak, in two connected rooms.

Mountains, rocks, lakes, paths and roads, magnificent pavilions and high eaves.

The setting sun and the lone wild goose fly together, and the autumn water and the sky are the same color. How elegant.