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 long robe with a yellow background embroidered with gold threads, a jade and gold crown on his head, a pearl sachet containing auspicious beasts 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 past few months? I'm 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 saw a money bag, and he opened a private room for everyone.
The golden nanmu floor-to-ceiling windows were covered with a layer of mermaid silver moon gauze, which was expensive because it allowed one to see clearly outside from the inside, but not inside from the outside. The room was very spacious, with a lotus white jade table in the middle for drinking tea.
The private room was expensive, costing three thousand spirit stones for one hour.
But Zhao Anming took out a bunch of spirit stones from his purse 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 the call, 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, "Everything outside is not clean, Nian Nian, just eat what I make."
Jiang Niannian took the tea and drank it silently: “…” This black-hearted fox is sick again.
Several others also sat down and took off their cloaks.
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, then 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 big, but after so many years, I am still afraid to go home, feeling lonely, and always thinking about my father..."
Zhao Anming said as he looked behind Jiang Niannian. His face turned pale and he said in disbelief, "The fairy got married? And has a dark-skinned child?!"
Jiang Niannian followed his line of sight and said, "Ah, this is a coal briquette."
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 ripples. 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 only mine."