The boy was physically strong, and he was almost recovered after two nights. After he started eating meat, he couldn't stop. Every night before going to bed, he would beg her to help him relieve it. Although it was in a fantasy, Jiang Mi was only fifteen years old now. The custom in Tianjunzhou was to marry at the age of sixteen. Every time she helped him, she always felt a faint sense of guilt. After a few times, she told him to figure it out on his own.

As the saying goes, it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality. After being touched by her hand, the boy was no longer willing to do it himself. He kept pestering her. Until she said that he could only do it when he was sixteen, he woke up from the cold the next morning.

Tianjunzhou went directly from midsummer to severe winter.

It’s already New Year’s Day.

In the evening, Jiang Mi dragged her to the Yue Lao Temple, where the temple fair was the most lively. On the way, she asked and found out that Jiang Mi's birthday was on the second day of the Chinese New Year, but because his mother died of dystocia, Jiang's father always celebrated it for him a day in advance.

——This illusion was controlled by his subconscious mind. For example, when Jiang Mi was sad, it would rain heavily, and when he was in a good mood, the sun would shine brightly. And yesterday, he obviously had the desire to grow up, and today he was...really sixteen years old.

Looking around Yue Lao Temple, there were crowds of people everywhere, all with smiles on their faces, and no one seemed to be annoyed no matter how crowded it was. Someone was frying hot chestnuts on the roadside, and the sweet smell drifted in the breeze, and turned into a little warmth when it entered the nose.

Yao Yue didn't like to join in the fun. She had never participated in such a folk gathering before, but now everything she saw was new to her. After walking a few steps, a hand suddenly reached out to hold hers, interlocking their fingers and palms together.

"Don't get separated." The boy didn't look at her, but just pulled her forward.

Her face felt hot, but she didn't struggle to break free.

The Yue Lao Temple was also crowded with people, each holding a stick of incense, and many people lined up to find the Taoist priest to interpret the fortune. Yue Lao sat on the stage with a friendly smile, and the young women wearing new clothes all had serious faces and knelt down to pray to Yue Lao for a good marriage.

The young man led her in, lifted his robe and knelt down, raised his head and looked at her silently and expectantly, and she knelt down as well as he did so.

One kowtow, two kowtows, three kowtows.

He never let go of her hand.

After kneeling, she stood up and looked at Yue Lao, who still had a kind face and a raised mouth. Jiang Mi smiled at her and joked, "Does it look like a wedding ceremony?"

The young man's eyebrows were flying, his handsome appearance was beyond description, and her shadow was clearly reflected in his brown eyes. He was so focused and affectionate that it seemed as if he had engraved her into his soul.

——We have already been married.

She didn't say this out loud, but just smiled and nodded.

The boy was stunned: his sister didn’t laugh at him for wishful thinking as usual…

Suddenly he felt something in his heart, and his body trembled slightly: "Sister, are you willing to marry me?"

Yao Yue laughed, a little annoyed that this idiot actually asked such an obvious question, but she was also afraid that if she didn't answer he really wouldn't understand, so she had to lower her eyes and say "hmm".

At this time, with a whoosh, the fireworks rose into the sky, blooming into a gorgeous sea of ​​light, with colorful lights between heaven and earth. Fire trees and silver flowers, golden flakes filled the sky, reflecting a bright red on the girl's snow-white face.

"Sister!" He suddenly opened his arms and hugged her tightly. He felt his heart beating so hard that it hurt. "You don't know how much I like you..."

I know.

She reached out to hug the boy back and was about to say something when the crowd behind her started laughing and cheering, "Congratulations! When are you two planning on having your wedding?"

——People all love to watch the excitement, let alone a couple who look like a perfect match from a painting.

Yao Yue then realized that there were already a circle of people around her, her face instantly turned red, she broke away from Jiang Mi's embrace and walked out without looking back. Someone quickly chased after her and held her, refusing to let go until they got home, only letting her go reluctantly to cook when she said she was hungry.

He was in a state of inexplicable excitement. No matter what the girl did, it would stir his mood to the utmost. He almost added too much salt several times.

The dishes Jiang Mi cooked were not delicacies from the mountains and seas, but the fruits and vegetables from his own fields, the fresh fish and shrimp from the pond, and the chickens, ducks, and geese from the yard had a unique flavor. He had been stewing chicken soup on the stove in the afternoon, with fat old hens, wild ginseng, shredded ham, wolfberries, fungus... The hot steam from the pot came out through the gaps on the side of the pot, and the smell alone was enough to make people drool without lifting the lid.

After the two of them had eaten and drunk their fill, she suddenly heard a cat's meow in the courtyard. She walked out curiously and saw Xingyuan's beautiful white cat lying in the doghouse, meowing as if it had been awakened by the smell of the food.

Jiang Mi frowned: "Liyun, send the cat back quickly, Xingyuan will come to our door soon."

——Perhaps it was because the dog Jiang Mi raised when he was a child had gray eyes, so he always thought Li Yun was also a dog.

Li Yun barked twice, as if he understood, and carefully picked up the cat in his mouth and ran away. Not long after it left, the servants of the Xing family, the Ling family, and the Yun family brought New Year gifts. Jiang Mi accepted the gifts from the Xing family and the Ling family with a dark face, but refused to accept the gift from the Yun family.

After everyone left, she asked him if he had any grudges against Yun Muye. The young man hesitated for a long time before saying, "He and I... are a bit similar."

——Jiang Mi felt that in the entire academy, or even in the entire Wuguang City, the only person who could be considered his rival seemed to be Yun Muye. After all, Ling Wujie had a bad temper, and his sister would definitely not like him; Xing Yuan was used to being a playboy, so he didn't have to worry about having too many female confidants. Only Yun Muye had a perfect family background, personality, and talents that made people jealous.

Yao Yue's gaze suddenly turned into one of teasing and faint amusement: "How is it similar?"

"Others are well-dressed young men, how are they similar to you?"

"I..." Jiang Mi seemed to be hurt by her words, his nails digging into the flesh of his palm, "He likes you as much as I do..." Embarrassment, anger and disappointment mixed together indiscriminately, twisting his heart into a mess, and he blurted out all his thoughts, "He is so smart and has a good family background, I'm afraid you like him!"

The girl chuckled: "No."

"——The dumbest brother is often the one that is most favored by his sister. This is how unfair the world is."

The boy's breathing stagnated and even his heart skipped a beat. The suppressed joy revealed in the corners of his eyes and brows. He was almost flattered that he called her "sister" and pecked her cheek and lips lightly.

In the distance, fireworks rose into the sky, and large clusters of flowers exploded above their heads. The gentle night breeze blew over the winter plum blossoms on the branches, rushing towards the bright moon in the night sky.

"Sister, I want to take you to meet my parents..." The tip of his ear was stained with a thin layer of red, and the temperature of his fingertips was burning, "Let them know that I am getting married..."

***

The cemetery beside Yaoguang Lake is adjacent to Wanjian Mountain, so there is no yin energy at all. At this moment, it is illuminated by fireworks, and even the words on the tombstone can be clearly seen.

"Dad, Mom, Yaoyue and I are here to see you." He wanted to call her "wife", but felt it was inappropriate so he swallowed the thought back.

Tonight, after midnight, it will be Jiang Mi's real birthday, and also Jiang's mother's death anniversary. His lineage has become a commoner, and it is obvious that they don't know that he is carrying the blood of the true devil, and they still think that he died of dystocia.

"Your father loves your mother very much, right?" In the entire cemetery, only the tombstone without words and Jiang's mother's tombstone were made of white marble, which was so precious that it seemed out of place.

"Well, if it wasn't for raising me, he would have followed my mother long ago." The boy looked a little sad. "My father said that between husband and wife, there is no separation in life, only in death..."

As soon as these words came out, it was as if an electric current passed through her body, causing an indescribable shudder.

In Jiang Mi's understanding, only death can "leave".

Thinking about it carefully, the reason why she was not allowed to leave the room at night was probably because she had left while he was sleeping...

At this moment, the wordless monument seemed to have undergone some kind of change because of his words, and gradually a few silver hooks and iron paintings appeared on it:

The tomb of my wife Baili Yaoyue.

Then the entire tomb made a loud bang and split open in the middle to form a hole!

She looked at this familiar cave and the cold jade bed inside, and suddenly felt a little amused.

It is clearly the Flower Forest Cave in front of the Demon Palace's sleeping hall.

"Sister, why is your name on this tombstone..."

Jiang Mi subconsciously tensed all the muscles in his body, but Yao Yue sighed silently as if she had expected it.

"I told you, I'm a ghost." She blinked and deliberately moved closer to him, "Do you still dare to marry me?"

Who would have thought that the boy showed no fear at all, and there was even a smile in his eyes.

"If my sister is really a ghost, no one else will fight with me."

He seemed to be suddenly immersed in something happy, and the joy emanating from the bottom of his heart was very contagious, making people involuntarily feel relaxed and even feel a sense of pity for him.

"I used to be very comfortable alone, but after meeting my sister, I feel like I'm not used to it... I think it's not too greedy to be able to see my sister every day when I open my eyes, right?"

The moonlight shone on him, cold and desolate, as if snow had fallen. His amber eyes were covered with a thin layer of water, reflecting the gorgeous fireworks, extremely bright, but also extremely lonely.

A secret corner of her heart was deeply touched. Yao Yue sighed in frustration, and white steam drifted from her lips and disappeared in the cold wind in an instant. She held his hand, and the scorching heat of his palm made her curl her fingertips: "Do you believe me?"

She smiled slightly, and there seemed to be a hint of subtle encouragement hidden in that smile.

"believe."

The girl leaned in closer and placed a deep kiss on his warm lips: "Then close your eyes, and when you open them again, we will be husband and wife."

A trace of confusion flashed across Jiang Mi's eyes, but it was immediately suppressed by some extraordinary firmness.

"……good."

She didn't dare to look back, and turned around and walked into the dark cave. The next second, the air stagnated, and the light and shadow in front of her eyes twisted rapidly, as if breaking out of the dark deep pool.

It was late at night. Outside the pavilion, the breeze swayed the shadows of the trees, the fresh green and tender branches and leaves rustled against each other, and the mottled moonlight fell on the window lattices.

Yao Yue let out a long breath, only to find herself lying on Jiang Mi in a disheveled state. Her face flushed, and she quickly let go and tried to get off him, but then a big hand grabbed her waist.

The young man opened his eyes and looked at her hazily: "Madam, I just seemed to have had a dream."

"What did you dream about?" she asked, pretending to be indifferent.

"I dreamed that you were my child bride."

"Nonsense!" Yao Yue suddenly became anxious, "It's obviously me who raised you!"

——Weren't those expensive things in the house bought by her? !

The end of his words disappeared in a gentle kiss, lips and teeth caressing for a moment, until the girl gasped a little, he let go.

It seemed like years, or just a moment, before his hand finally touched her cheek. Feeling the warmth from his palm and the delicate touch of his fingertips, he smiled a little boyishly: "Well, I am your child husband."

Her face slowly turned red, and she snorted softly: "It's not easy for me to support my family, and you always don't appreciate it..."

He placed one hand behind the girl's head and pressed her towards him, then put his lips on her eyelids and said softly, "Madam, do you know what you are doing?"

The heat from the man's bare chest penetrated through the thin layer of spring clothes. Yao Yue's breath was a little unstable: "...What am I doing?"

Jiang Mi smiled: "You are acting like a spoiled child."

As soon as she finished speaking, the pair of thin lips immediately blocked her mouth when she opened it to refute.

Lips and teeth touched repeatedly, unwilling to let go even if breathing rapidly. The longer the kiss lasted, the more unsatisfied he felt. The almost depressed mood began to spread from the entangled lips and teeth to the whole body, and the anxiety of not being able to find a breakthrough forced out fine beads of sweat. During the exchange of kisses, the panting gradually became so hot that it could burn.

He suddenly pinched her buttocks lightly and said, "Why didn't you call me to play Pai Gow?"

——She didn’t call her husband to play Pai Gow, but played with two other men? !

Jiang Mi suddenly turned over and pressed her under him, tickling her skin and bones until they were all itchy. At this moment, he wished he could eat her whole and not let anyone else see it; he also wanted to hold her in his mouth, fearing that she would suffer any injustice.

Their lips finally parted, the girl's cheeks flushed, a tingling sensation spread from her fingers up her arms, and down her spine: "You always let me win, it's boring..."

"Who said I would let my wife win?" Jiang Mi suddenly raised the corners of his lips. His handsome and sharp eyebrows were softened by the candlelight. His smile had a kind of affinity that made people's hearts tremble. "Let's go to the fantasy world to gamble for fun. Your husband will do his best."

Yao Yue was stunned: "...What are you betting on?"

But he kept it a secret: "I'll tell you when I get in."

Seeing that she didn't respond, the young man suddenly called out in a wet and lingering voice: "Sister..."

The voice was bewitching yet restrained. Her already rapid breathing became even more disordered, her heart was pounding, and she barely suppressed the corners of her mouth: "Okay, okay, I'll do as you say this once..."

***

The next day, Master Quan Xing felt that his body was hollowed out and vowed never to play Pai Gow again in his life.