Chapter 102: Guarding the Dawn and Dusk Together
Xue Mu and Dugu Yuan’an rested in a private room of a restaurant. After washing up, they slept in each other’s arms on the bed. An hour later, Xue Mu woke up and circulated her internal energy, dissolving the toxic power into Yang energy for her own use. With the support of the mantra, she circulated the Yang energy smoothly. Even if the Fire Poison was eventually dissolved, it could still support her to continue refining the “Blazing Burning Palm.”
Dugu Yuan’an turned over in her sleep, bending her legs. Her right knee pressed against Xue Mu’s leg, completely unaware of it. Xue Mu, however, opened her eyes abruptly. She moved her leg incredulously, then gently lifted the quilt. Seeing Dugu Yuan’an’s naturally bent legs, her eyes instantly felt hot!
In the past, Dugu Yuan’an’s knees always ached dully, and she dared not bend her legs in her sleep. Sometimes she would even wake up from the pain of her knee injury. Xue Mu climbed out of bed, carefully rolled up Dugu Yuan’an’s trouser leg, and was ecstatic to see that the bruise on Dugu Yuan’an’s knee had actually faded a bit—that red fruit was truly useful!!
Dugu Yuan’an wasn’t sleeping soundly. When Xue Mu rolled up her trouser leg, she had already woken up, but kept her eyes closed, still pretending to sleep. Suddenly, a wet softness covered her right knee, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.
Xue Mu kissed Dugu Yuan’an’s right knee with extreme pity, murmuring, “It will definitely get better.”
She put down the trouser leg, covered her with the quilt again, and sat by the bed secretly rejoicing, the smile on her face growing wider and wider.
Dugu Yuan’an woke up at the right time, deliberately expressing confusion, “Mmm… Mu’er, why are you sitting there?”
Xue Mu leaned down to kiss her. “You’re awake?”
“Just woke up. Has Sister Miaofu returned?” Dugu Yuan’an rubbed her eyes. Xue Mu brought a wet towel to help her wipe her face and said, “Not yet. I’ll go out and check later. Don’t know if that girl was beaten to death by Han Yan.”
Hearing her say this, Dugu Yuan’an laughed. “You are sulking again.”
“What sulking or not? She caused the trouble herself; do I have to solve it for her? Forget it, I don’t care anymore. I just need to manage my wife well.” Xue Mu wiped the corners of her eyes, her movements very gentle. “I can’t even manage my own wife.”
“Did I ask you to manage me?” Dugu Yuan’an smiled. “Don’t need you to manage.”
Xue Mu snorted. “Do you still want to be managed by others?”
Dugu Yuan’an leaned forward, lifting her chin towards her. Xue Mu didn’t understand, lowered her head to kiss her, and said, “Are you giving me a kiss?”
Dugu Yuan’an poked her heart and said, “I give you a kiss, you give me a heart.”
Xue Mu grinned. “My heart was given to you long ago! Now my chest is empty, where is a second heart to give you?”
After tidying up, the two went downstairs to eat. The main hall of the restaurant was almost full. Diwu Miaofu was drinking wine alone downstairs, cupping her face in a daze. Other guests in the restaurant hall recognized her as the person who smashed the teahouse in the morning and were whispering about it with their companions. Diwu Miaofu didn’t mind. Hearing Xue Mu call her, she came back to her senses and looked up. “Sister Xue.”
Dugu Yuan’an walked forward with double crutches and asked, “Miaofu, where is Maiden Han Yan?”
“Went back to Cloud Appreciation Mountain.” Diwu Miaofu said resentfully, drinking a full cup of wine, and gestured for Dugu Yuan’an to sit. “I said I’d marry her, she refused, I…”
Xue Mu said, “Lower your voice. Being heard will damage Maiden Han Yan’s reputation even more.”
Diwu Miaofu bit the duck web fiercely, as if she wanted to chew the bones and swallow them into her stomach.
Watching from the side, Xue Mu felt pity for the duck. Then she heard Dugu Yuan’an say, “Sister Miaofu, if you really want to treat her well, you still have to treat her with your heart.”
Diwu Miaofu looked at Dugu Yuan’an, then glanced at Xue Mu, asking curiously, “Sister-in-law, how did you marry Sister Xue?”
Dugu Yuan’an turned her face to look at Xue Mu and smiled. “Forced marriage.”
Xue Mu snorted. Diwu Miaofu was shocked. “Forced marriage?” Then she looked thoughtful. Xue Mu warned her, “Don’t be the second Sister-in-law Yuan. That girl is not me; she won’t accommodate you.”
“So you accommodated me?” Dugu Yuan’an suppressed a laugh.
“Of course I accommodated you. If it weren’t for the fact that you wanted to help me solve my problem… Heh, I wouldn’t have married into your family to be bullied by you.” Saying the last sentence, Xue Mu’s voice was lighter than a mosquito. She winked at Dugu Yuan’an, her eyes full of deep meaning.
Dugu Yuan’an understood immediately and said gravely to Diwu Miaofu, “Yes, Miaofu, you can’t learn from me. Wait until you have a chance later, then treat that girl well. Don’t rush to get married.”
Diwu Miaofu sighed. “Alright, alright!”
At this moment, she thought that anyway, Han Yan wouldn’t run away. Even if she wanted to leave, she would only go to Huangding Mountain to participate in the Discourse on the Dao Conference. At worst, she would defeat Han Yan then, take the so-called martial arts secret manual, and formally propose marriage in front of everyone. With the support of Sister Xue and Sister-in-law Yuan at that time, and asking Sect Leader Qi Qing to persuade Sect Leader Qing Lan of the Cloud Appreciation Mountain Sect properly, how could she fail?
After the three finished eating, Diwu Miaofu went to the private room to sleep. Dugu Yuan’an wanted to stroll around the town. Xue Mu said, “Is your body okay? Can you stroll?”
Dugu Yuan’an said nonchalantly, “After eating that red fruit, you don’t know how comfortable my meridians feel being nourished. Now my knees don’t hurt anymore. Just walking casually with crutches, I can walk four or five miles.”
Xue Mu was about to laugh at her, but on second thought, Yuan’er had high kung fu. Even without these double crutches, using lightness skills, she could disappear from everyone’s sight in the blink of an eye. She said, “Yuan’er is amazing. Then I’ll accompany you properly by your side.”
“If you don’t accompany me for a stroll, are you going to accompany Sister Miaofu to rest?” As Dugu Yuan’an spoke, she placed the double crutches forward, swung her body gently, and landed her feet on the ground. This swing was farther than a normal person taking two steps. If Xue Mu walked normally, she couldn’t catch up with her, so she had to follow quickly and smiled. “Yuan’er saying this wrongs me. I only slept for an hour in the afternoon. Why would I rest again now?”
There was also an opera troupe in this small town. From far away, that clear singing voice reached their ears.
“Roaming the Jianghu for decades, treading all over mountains and rivers. Once claimed to be invincible in the world, but the human heart is unpredictable, and the word ‘love’ is the bitterest. Obsessed with a thought, for how many springs and autumns. In dreams, I still see her bright smile, but it’s just flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water, turning into emptiness in an instant—!”
The opera troupe set up a stage on the long street. Crowds surrounded it layer by layer. Xue Mu and Dugu Yuan’an stood at the outermost periphery, watching the female role on stage shake her water sleeves, singing about the love and hate in the Jianghu. Countless stories of Jianghu chivalrous warriors were slowly sung in this small world, acted and sung, sung and acted, singing about the vicissitudes of life, singing about joys and sorrows, partings and reunions.
After listening for a while, Dugu Yuan’an looked at Xue Mu’s profile. A thought flashed through her mind: She wants to walk hand in hand with her on the long street, enjoying the evening breeze, smiling and watching everything in the world.
These crutches that have accompanied her for a long time should also rest.