Chapter 65 Chapter 65 My Senior Brother and I...are Already Husband and Wife...
Ye Nanque didn't care about the Dusk Vine in his spirit bag. He knew that it must be a good spiritual treasure. However, there were so many talented people here. The role of this spiritual treasure in the hands of a talented person would definitely be greater than if he kept it in his spirit bag.
Ye Nanque cares about whether he has drawn the hidden lottery ticket.
This is a very important matter.
Ye Nanque noticed that besides the words on the fortune stick, there were also a few flowers painted in a light yellow color, unlike the usual flowers. He asked the masked man, "What does this mean?"
The masked man said, "Is this the hidden version?"
Ye Nanque happily thought that his luck was really good, as he had drawn the hidden lottery ticket on his first try. He continued to ask, "Why?"
The masked man said: "True people will meet again, and those who are destined to meet will meet again."
Ye Nanque only had a vague understanding of the situation, but not wanting to appear ignorant, he stammered in a high-pitched voice, "I see. Interesting, really interesting, haha."
He was about to put the fortune stick back into his pocket when he remembered he had a spirit bag. He dropped the fortune stick into the bag and continued to stroll around the night market.
He didn't notice that after he turned around, the masked man quickly closed his stall. A little boy ran up to him, holding a piece of syrup so sticky that he couldn't even open his mouth. "Brother Mu, are you closing up so early?"
The masked man patted his head and said, "Well, we've found the person we were looking for. Thank you, Xiaochu."
Chu'er said, "You're welcome. Helping others is the root of happiness. By the way... when will you buy me candy again?"
The masked man smiled and handed him a few spirit stones. "Go buy some yourself, buy more. I need your help with something else. Tomorrow at dusk, help me distract someone."
Chu'er took the spirit stone in his hand and patted his chest to ensure that there would be no problem.
Ye Nanque strolled for nearly two hours and returned home contentedly. When he pushed the door open, Jiang Caiyu was standing in the courtyard, tall and graceful, looking at him quietly: "You're back."
Ye Nanque felt a little guilty and walked over quietly: "How about we play a game where you pretend you didn't see me?"
Jiang Caiyu didn't say anything good or bad. He said, "Don't do this again next time."
He would worry. He would uncontrollably wonder if Ye Nanque had recovered her memory, hated everything he had done, and would just leave.
Or maybe she was kidnapped and hidden somewhere he couldn't find her.
He stood in the yard for a long time with cold hands and feet. When the door was opened and Ye Nanque popped his head out stealthily, the invisible hand that was strangling his throat loosened.
Ye Nanque fell silent.
Jiang Caiyu: "Answer."
Ye Nanque took a step back and frowned: "I don't want to say it. Even if I did, I'm afraid it wouldn't be the answer you want."
The two looked at each other in silence for a while, and the deadlock was broken only when Ye Nanque said he was tired and wanted to go back to sleep.
The next day, Ye Nanque practiced sword as usual, cooked, and then continued practicing sword. Jiang Caiyu also pretended that the quarrel yesterday had never happened.
While Ye Nanque was cooking, someone knocked on the door. Jiang Caiyu opened it and saw a child about ten years old standing at the door, holding a basket with a few dolls in it. It was the child who had been leaning against the wall last time.
Before he could speak, the child started to sell him: "Sir, buy a doll. It's a craftsman's masterpiece. Each one only costs ten spirit stones. It's the perfect gift for a friend or a partner."
The dolls were very similar to the ones Ye Nanque was interested in on the street that day.
Jiang Caiyu asked, "Which one is the best looking?"
"What you said has its own merits. I will explain them one by one..."
Ye Nanque was cooking when he saw a shadow outside the kitchen. Without even looking up, he thought it was Jiang Caiyu and said casually, "Give me the salt."
A slender hand handed him the salt.
Ye Nanque sprinkled salt and said, "Master, you have a light taste, so I will put less salt. I plan to steam some tofu pudding later. Do you prefer sweet or salty?"
"Senior brother likes salty food, and I eat salty food too."
Ye Nanque's hand trembled as he sprinkled salt. This voice was definitely not Jiang Caiyu's.
He barely raised his head, and a strange but handsome face appeared in his sight. The man looked at him with a smile, and quickly grabbed his wrist with one hand.
Ye Nanque smiled awkwardly: "Brother... do you know me?"
The beauty sighed softly, "Brother has been given the soul-stealing incense, and he really has forgotten me."
Soul-stealing incense, what kind of soul-stealing incense? And this person called him Senior Brother, could he also be Jiang Caiyu's disciple? But Jiang Caiyu also said that he was his only disciple.
Ye Nanque's mind was in a mess. This person didn't seem to have any bad intentions, but there were many people who could disguise themselves. However, this person's face was really hard to dislike. Just looking at him made people feel that he was not a bad person.
Ye Nanque said, "You...do you have any misunderstandings? I really don't remember many things. I'll go get my master."
The man slowly approached, his voice gentle, but his words were sharp: "Jiang Caiyu? It was Jiang Caiyu who put the soul-sucking incense on you. How could he tell you the truth? He tore us apart with his own hands and wished we would never see each other again. He's full of lies, and there's probably not a word he said to you that he meant."
Ye Nanque was just stunned. The man's face was already very close. He lowered his eyes slightly. The close distance made Ye Nanque dazzled. "I will take you away and tell you the whole truth."
Ye Nanque finally regained some common sense and asked doubtfully, "Break up? What do you mean by 'break up'? We...we...eh? Are we brothers? Then I'm your senior brother and you're my junior brother?"
The beauty's eyes revealed pain, yet within that pain was a hint of sweetness. She looked incredibly sincere and moving, and even her voice was hoarse and trembling as she spoke: "Senior Brother and I...are already husband and wife."
Ye Nanque: "So that's how it is..."
The spoon in Ye Nanque's hand fell with a bang, and there was a loud thunder in his mind, with lightning and thunder.
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