Help, I’m Being Forced to Marry a Frail and Sickly Immortal Doctor! 100

Chapter 100: Partial Memory, When I Came

“Ning Ruoque, go and stir-fry a couple of dishes for me…”

On a cold winter night, a faint light shone on Suwen Peak, flickering in the wind.

In the kitchen, with half of its roof collapsed, Chu Xuan had set up a crude warming formation, controlling the temperature to a range that Yin Buran could adapt to.

The four of them sat in a row around the stove, and the water in the pot was bubbling.

Ning Ruoque was mixing noodles.

The chewy noodles were coated with a rich meat sauce and sprinkled with green onions. The aroma and heat filled the room with the wind.

Due to the unexpected guests, the meat sauce she had stir-fried before was obviously not enough.

So Ning Ruoque first served a large spoonful of meat sauce for Yin Buran and herself, and one for Si Mingyue.

In the end, there was still a layer left at the bottom of the bowl, and only then did she reluctantly pour it for Chu Xuan.

Chu Xuan didn’t care.

She picked up her bamboo chopsticks, scooped all the remaining noodles from the pot into her own bowl, and added three more spoonfuls of chili oil.

She sat down casually and began to slurp her noodles.

The wine on the stove was also warm. Chu Xuan was the first to raise her bowl. “I’ll punish myself with three bowls for my recklessness.”

After speaking, she really did finish three full bowls of wine.

Yin Buran glanced at her sideways.

Chu Xuan quickly patted her chest and promised, “Don’t worry, I promise to fix it for you, even better than before! I’ll also try my best to compensate you for the flowers and plants!”

Destroying the weather grand formation was not her intention.

However, the formation and the courtyard were still manageable. It was Yin Buran’s medicinal herbs that were the most precious.

Many of them were rare treasures that were hard to find outside, and their value was immeasurable.

She didn’t say that she wanted Chu Xuan to compensate, but only asked in the end, “Why did you fight?”

Si Mingyue followed suit and nodded repeatedly. “That’s right, that’s right. Is there anything that can’t be talked out?”

The eager smile on Chu Xuan’s face instantly disappeared.

It was better not to mention it. As soon as it was mentioned, she got angry and wished she could punch Ning Ruoque’s stinking face again.

She curled up the corners of her mouth and let out a mocking smile. “I just didn’t like the look of her and wanted to beat her up.”

These words were very impolite, and a normal person would have to refute a few words.

But Yin Buran turned her head and saw Ning Ruoque squatting on the ground, obediently eating her noodles.

There was also a bloody scratch on her cheek, probably from Chu Xuan’s fist.

The sword cultivator’s eyelids were lowered, and she did not say a word, looking quite easy to bully.

Perhaps if she went to snatch her bowl now, she would only show a wronged puppy expression with drooping ears.

Yin Buran’s heart softened a little.

She turned to feel Chu Xuan’s forehead.

The latter quickly dodged. “Hey, hey, hey, I’m not sick! Yin Buran, are you too easily fooled by her?!”

Chu Xuan drank the remaining wine in her bowl and rolled her eyes.

She said, “When I was reforging the Dao is Hidden and Nameless sword, I remembered everything.”

The movement of Ning Ruoque’s hand paused, and she looked up at her.

Everyone was looking at Chu Xuan.

They watched as she took a deep breath and slowly spoke, “I remembered how I had forged that bracelet that could only contain your sword qi.”

“At that time, you said you wanted to give Yin Buran a gift, and the two of us squatted in front of the furnace and thought for a whole month.”

“Later, you went to heaven and earth to catch monsters, and you ran to the Forging Fire Sect I don’t know how many times, wasn’t it just to save up for that bracelet?”

Ning Ruoque frowned. That was indeed true.

Later, apart from Yin Buran herself, everyone had forgotten her relationship with Yin Buran. So Chu Xuan’s forgetting was also within expectations.

But this was not the reason for the other’s sudden anger.

“Yes, but—”

Before Ning Ruoque could finish, she was forcefully interrupted by Chu Xuan. “I was thinking that with our relationship, I’ve been through life and death with you, given you advice, and drank and barbecued with you…”

With a faint crisp sound, a few cracks appeared in the bowl in Chu Xuan’s hand.

She gritted her teeth, and her voice suddenly lowered. “So when the Demon God was born, I told you to wait a little longer, a little longer.”

“Wait for me to finish the grand formation of the ancient battlefield, to buy more time, and maybe we can find a new way to defeat the Demon God.”

“And you?”

The wood in the stove burst into flames, and countless scorching sparks flew out.

Chu Xuan stared at Ning Ruoque, her eyes reflecting an emotion hotter than fire.

She was indeed extremely angry and wished she could press her into the ground and beat her up.

She was so angry that she laughed out loud and asked, half-jokingly and half-seriously, “Can you guess why the ancient battlefield grand formation I designed is called the ‘Jue-character’?”

Jue, a jade with a piece missing, means that there are still defects that have not been filled.

Ning Ruoque was stunned for a moment and suddenly had a guess that shocked even herself.

Soon, the corners of Chu Xuan’s mouth drooped, and she looked at Ning Ruoque and said, “It’s called this name just because I feel that it came too late.”

She always wanted to be faster, a little faster, so that she could catch up with Ning Ruoque.

But it was still too late. When Ning Ruoque had died, the grand formation was still not completed.

Perhaps even if the grand formation was perfect, they would still have difficulty resisting the Demon God. Both Ning Ruoque and Chu Xuan knew this very well.

After her friend’s death, she had tried her best to modify the grand formation to be more perfect.

Until the Heavenly Dao had erased this part of her memory, it had even made her forget all these strong emotions related to Ning Ruoque.

She did not remember why she had to rush to make a formation that was not urgently needed, and she did not remember the origin of its name.

When she heard Ning Ruoque’s deeds again, she would only feel a hazy regret and sigh with pity.

And a hundred years later, perhaps it was fate that had not yet ended, or perhaps it was a strange twist of fate.

Chu Xuan looked at her friend’s face and finally said the words she had already thought of a thousand times.

“Couldn’t you have waited for me?”

The room was quiet for a long time, and the noodles in Ning Ruoque’s hand were already cold.

She had never seen Chu Xuan with such an expression before. It was as if she were helpless, but her eyes were clearly filled with unwillingness.

There was too much obsession, so much so that the slightly raised corners of her mouth only made one feel bitter.

Ning Ruoque was a little unsure of how to respond.

“I… I’m sorry…”

As soon as her voice fell, Chu Xuan slammed the table and jumped up. “What are you apologizing for? I don’t think you even know what you did wrong!”

Before her fist could land, a white bundle pounced in front of her, hugged her tightly, and kept persuading her.

“Don’t say it,” Si Mingyue tried her best to separate the two of them. “It’s all in the past, and it’s not what you think—”

Her face was flushed, and she almost stuttered. “It was I who told Ning Ruoque that the Demon God would eventually fall at her hands, it’s just… it’s just…”

Chu Xuan was interrupted like this, and when she glanced at the primly seated Yin Buran beside her, a breath was suddenly stuck in her chest.

She pulled Si Mingyue to the side and pulled at her hair in frustration.

She paced back and forth again, muttering.

“I know, I’m not angry about this. What I’m angry about is that this person doesn’t even want to live properly. When she encounters something, she wants to carry it on her own. What is this?”

“I treat her as a friend, but she thinks that her own life is not important at all. Does she really think that no one will be sad for her?”

Chu Xuan suddenly stopped in front of Ning Ruoque and snatched her bowl.

She announced in a fit of pique, “From today on, your status in my heart has been greatly reduced!”

Then she said sarcastically, “Ning Ruoque, go and stir-fry a couple of dishes for me.”

Yin Buran tilted her head and did not show any expression, clearly not intending to get involved.

Ning Ruoque was even more motionless, her brow slightly furrowed.

Chu Xuan raised her chin and pointed at her with an arrogant air. “What are you standing there for? This is the treatment you deserve.”

“…”

After a moment of silence, Ning Ruoque stood up and slowly rolled up her sleeves.

Chu Xuan quickly dragged her chair back a few steps and stared at her, afraid that she would think that she had gone too far and would retaliate with a punch.

Who would have thought that this person would just walk to the stove and start stir-frying meat sauce and cooking noodles.

She even cut some fresh beef, and it looked as if she were really planning to stir-fry another dish.

The half-eaten bowl of noodles was still in Chu Xuan’s hand, and she did not see her protecting her food.

A cold wind blew in from the crack in the roof. Chu Xuan shivered and put the noodle bowl back to Ning Ruoque with a stinking face.

Si Mingyue finally let out a sigh of relief. “Isn’t this better? Let’s all have a meal together peacefully. Don’t fight.”

Soon, a steaming hot bowl of meat sauce noodles was brought to the table again, and Chu Xuan snatched more than half of it.

If it weren’t for the hole in the roof and the mess outside the kitchen, this atmosphere could be considered quite harmonious.

She sat in front of the brightly burning stove, talking about Ning Ruoque’s Dao is Hidden and Nameless sword.

Her expression was frank, and her face changed faster than flipping a book. One couldn’t tell that she had just been in a fight.

“That sword of yours, the source of the problem is actually the divine blood that was mixed in when it was forged.”

“Perhaps because it’s been too long, the divine blood has lost its previous effect and is also particularly attractive to dirty things.”

“I’ve removed it, but believe me, the effect is definitely not worse than before.”

Ning Ruoque was wiping Yin Buran’s hands, and her movements paused when she heard this. “Mm, thank you.”

Her tone was very sincere.

Chu Xuan clicked her tongue and put down her bowl and chopsticks. “The two of us… are still so polite.”

While stretching and moving her muscles, she picked up Si Mingyue, who wanted to help clear the bowls and chopsticks.

“Let Ning Ruoque clean up. Let’s go and soak in Azurefall Creek’s medicinal spring!”

If it weren’t for the fact that she really wanted to beat Ning Ruoque up, she wouldn’t have burned a few hundred transmission talismans to come here, making her so sore now.

The stove fire went out.

Ning Ruoque tidied up the kitchen, and she felt a coolness on her face.

She looked up, and countless fine snowflakes were fluttering down from the hole, turning into wet water on the ground.

The place where Azurefall Creek was located was in the south, and this was probably the last snow of winter.

Ning Ruoque turned around, and Yin Buran was still sitting obediently in a chair. The snowflakes and her white hair reflected each other, and for a moment, it was hard to tell them apart.

Only her pair of eyes were as translucent as glass, and everything could be seen clearly.

She quickly carried the person back and used her spiritual energy to dry her hair.

But she didn’t expect Yin Buran to speak, “Let me see the injury on your face.”

The fight between Ning Ruoque and Chu Xuan just now, in fact, both of them had been hit a little.

Chu Xuan was stubborn and refused to say, and Yin Buran had already had someone send the medicine to the guest room.

Only this stupid one in front of her, she would handle it personally.

Ning Ruoque pressed her lips together, squatted down, and held up her face for her to see.

There was a scratch on her cheek, which had already scabbed over.

Yin Buran dipped a handkerchief in water and gently wiped away the sand and dirt around the wound.

Finally, she blew on Ning Ruoque’s face and said faintly, “You deserve it.”

It was just that she couldn’t make a move now. Otherwise, she would have at least beaten this person up to vent her anger.

A gentle breeze brushed past her cheek, and Ning Ruoque squinted her eyes.

She had a look of being obediently scolded, and only dared to steal a glance at Yin Buran’s expression from time to time.

Yin Buran snorted lightly and unceremoniously kicked her calf. A certain sword cultivator was really getting better and better at pretending.

“Where else?”

Ning Ruoque knitted her brows, a little hesitant.

Chu Xuan had hit her left arm, which was a little bruised. When she had dodged, her waist had been cut, and a little blood had flowed.

She was not afraid of being scolded by Yin Buran, but she was a little embarrassed.

“Hurry up.” Yin Buran had already started to urge impatiently.

Ning Ruoque didn’t have time to think too much and awkwardly undid her clothes, lifting the hem of her inner garment.

She had only lifted it a little more than an inch, and the slowly seeping wound could already be seen.

She was neither as slender as Yin Buran, nor as strong as Chu Xuan. She was the kind of beauty with just the right amount of strength in her arms and back.

So the lines on her waist were also equally beautiful, and they were even clearer in the lamplight.

It was just that there were a few scars of different depths, which added a few points of ferocity.

These scars were all old injuries from the past. Anyway, no one would see them, and they didn’t affect anything, so she was too lazy to remove them.

Now, seeing Yin Buran staring at her without blinking, her heart began to race.

Would Yin Buran think that she didn’t cherish her own body?

She racked her brains to think of how to explain, or to obediently apologize and coax her.

She saw Yin Buran change to a lazy posture, propped up her head, and muttered in a very small voice, “We’re both women. I have what you have. What’s there to be envious of?”

Ning Ruoque: “…”

Ning Ruoque couldn’t figure out Yin Buran’s thoughts.

But with her ears red, she tentatively lifted her clothes a little higher.