Help, I’m Being Forced to Marry a Frail and Sickly Immortal Doctor! 50

Chapter 50: Plucking a Plum Blossom for Whom

Is this also considered a punishment?

Ning Ruoque was instantly on high alert, her whole body tense.

Who knew what kind of trick Yin Buran would come up with to tease her?

Besides that, there was also a hint of grievance. She had clearly corrected herself in time, so why did Yin Buran still want to punish her?

Under Ning Ruoque’s nervous gaze, Yin Buran raised her hand and pulled a book from the bookshelf.

Then she slapped the book on Ning Ruoque and sat down gracefully herself, took a sip of tea, and said lightly, “Read it.”

Ning Ruoque held the book and looked at it. The title was “Sword Sleeps in the Green River.” She had glanced at it before and had even asked Qingtong if it was a sword manual.

Now it looked more like a human world storybook.

She didn’t understand, but she still obediently opened the book and read at an unhurried pace:

“It is said that in that year, a strange phenomenon appeared in the sky, and nine stars aligned. All the demons and evil spirits in the Qingzhou region came out. When the Sword Venerable heard of this, she immediately left the mountain with her sword, vowing to kill all the demons and evil spirits.”

“Hmm?” Ning Ruoque paused for a moment, beginning to feel that something was not right.

Which Sword Venerable is this? It couldn’t be her, right?

But Yin Buran was eating the osmanthus glutinous rice lotus root, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, listening with great interest. Ning Ruoque couldn’t just drop the book and not read.

She read on while looking.

For some reason, the author of the book was being mysterious and did not mention the female protagonist’s name, replacing it with “Sword Venerable.”

What followed was a cliché plot. Although the Sword Venerable was powerful, after fighting for three days and three nights, she was finally exhausted and was accidentally injured by a monster.

Fortunately, a kind immortal doctor who was passing by saved her and took her back to the Green River to take care of her.

Ning Ruoque frowned as she read, always feeling that something was strange, but she still dutifully read on:

“The Sword Venerable was extremely grateful: ‘Fairy, you have saved my life, but I am penniless. Only this three-foot green-edged sword can protect you. If you don’t mind, I am willing to give myself to you.'”

“The green-clothed fairy covered her mouth with her sleeve, shy and timid: ‘I still don’t know your name, fellow Daoist.'”

Ning Ruoque’s mind hadn’t reacted yet, but her mouth had already read the next paragraph—

“The Sword Venerable said: ‘My name is Bu Keman.'”

“…”

The candlelight suddenly flickered, stretching the shadow extremely long.

Ning Ruoque fell into a long silence, so embarrassed that she didn’t know where to put her hands.

She flipped the book to the last page and, as expected, saw the mark of the Hundred Rumors Tower.

This sect spent all day prying into the deeds of the influential figures in the cultivation world and then wrote them into some strange storybooks.

Things like a certain sect master climbing over the wall of his sworn enemy at night, a new star of the ruthless dao actually being a top disciple of the Acacia Sect, and why a hundred-year friendship ended in a sword fight, and so on.

As one of the influential figures, Ning Ruoque was often put on various rankings for comparison, not to mention this kind of “leisure book.”

But the Hundred Rumors Tower, under her pressure, did not dare to come out in the open and only dared to write secretly using a pseudonym. Ning Ruoque turned a blind eye to this, as long as it didn’t dance in front of her.

After that bout of embarrassment, Ning Ruoque randomly took out a few books from the bookshelf.

She steeled herself and flipped through them. As expected, they were all about her!

No wonder Qin Jiangli had said that the people close to Yin Buran all knew that she liked her.

On this bookshelf, there were biographies written for her in the human world, gossip collected by the Hundred Rumors Tower, and even a few anonymous wild histories.

There was even a collector’s edition of the “Portrait of the Nameless Sword Venerable” produced by the Hundred Rumors Tower.

The person in the portrait was dressed in black, looking back on a mountain peak where a storm was about to break, looking eighty percent like her.

At the corner of the portrait, there was a drop of smudged ink.

And apart from the books, from the Sword Venerable’s same-style sword pendant to the Sword Venerable’s “favorite” whetstone, there was everything.

At first glance, one would think that this was another crazy sword cultivator who admired her.

But some people clearly knew that her sword was never paired with a sword pendant, let alone needed a whetstone.

Yin Buran collected these, perhaps just for the name “Ning Ruoque” or “Bu Keman.”

Ning Ruoque’s expression was complicated. “Yin Buran.”

Yin Buran suppressed the corners of her mouth that were about to curl up and said coolly, “Why did you stop reading?”

Ning Ruoque lowered her eyes and looked at the “Sword Sleeps in the Green River” in her hand. The tips of her ears couldn’t help but heat up and turn red.

Of all the books, why did it have to be a story with her as the protagonist and a medical cultivator?

The word “sleeps” was also used in a very…

She looked around, trying to find an opportunity to change the subject, and suddenly saw a green wooden box on Yin Buran’s desk.

This wooden box looked shabby, and the lotus pattern on it had fallen off, with only a little spiritual energy remaining.

Among all the expensive paper, pens, and ornaments, it was really out of place.

Ning Ruoque was genuinely curious. “What is this?”

She put her hand on the wooden box, and seeing that Yin Buran did not stop her, she picked it up carefully.

Yin Buran glanced at it and said nonchalantly, “A storage box, for storing the letters you sent me.”

Hearing this, Ning Ruoque opened the wooden box. As she had expected, it was empty, not even a speck of dust.

The study was quiet for a moment. She looked at this empty box and suddenly felt a wave of disappointment.

This disappointment came from nowhere and had no solid ground, but it made her feel a little sad, and she couldn’t help but frown.

Seeing a certain sword cultivator standing there with an empty box, looking foolish, it really made Yin Buran see a vision of a pitiful big dog guarding an empty bowl.

A light flashed in Yin Buran’s hand, and a wooden hairpin immediately appeared.

She put this wooden hairpin in the box and continued to nestle back in her chair and yawn. “Alright, now it’s not empty anymore.”

Ning Ruoque recognized this wooden hairpin.

At that time, they were still at Brightlight Pavilion. Ning Ruoque had accidentally lost her hairpin while carrying Yin Buran and running away.

There was no other way, so she had to carve a hairpin herself as compensation.

She thought that she would go back to Mount Xuansu, take out her savings, and then buy a new hairpin for Yin Buran.

She didn’t expect that Yin Buran would still keep such a crude thing.

After all this time together, Ning Ruoque actually already believed Yin Buran by sixty percent, but that sense of unreality had not yet disappeared.

She put the storage box back on the desk and looked up to meet Yin Buran’s gaze.

The latter was covered with a fur blanket, lazily nestled in a chair.

Seeing her look over, she reached out and tugged on a section of her sleeve.

Ning Ruoque followed the light force forward and was then suddenly hugged by Yin Buran’s waist.

Anyway, there was no one else in the room. Yin Buran rubbed her head against her before letting go.

She turned her head and muttered in a small voice, “Seeing you sad, I’ll just coax you a little.”

In the dim candlelight, Yin Buran’s side profile was covered with a layer of warmth. The soft candlelight pressed on the bottom of her eyes and also added some color to her lips.

She looked as soft as the fur blanket on her.

She covered her mouth and yawned, her eyes misty, her voice light.

“I’m sleepy.”

Ning Ruoque’s mind suddenly went blank, and she said, “Didn’t you say you were going to punish me by making me read?”

As soon as her voice fell, she regretted it, not knowing why she had asked such a question.

Isn’t this just sending herself to Yin Buran’s hand as a toy!

But unexpectedly, Yin Buran might have been really sleepy and easily let this matter go.

She propped up her cheek with one hand, her eyelids already half-closed. “I’ve changed my mind. I’ll punish you by making you hold me to sleep.”

Ning Ruoque was silent for a moment.

Is this also considered a punishment?

She stared at Yin Buran’s curled up sitting posture and said to herself, “Ranran, I just remembered something very important.”

Yin Buran tilted her head. “Hmm?”

Ning Ruoque: “You still haven’t taken your medicine.”

“…”

Qingtong had reminded her several times to remember to feed Yin Buran medicine after she woke up.

Ning Ruoque had carefully stored that bowl of medicine in the kitchen. It could be drunk after being warmed with spiritual energy.

Yin Buran stared at her with a blank expression, her fingers clutching the fur blanket. “Alright, you bring the medicine, and let me feed you a mouthful first.”

She was still thinking about the pill that Ning Ruoque had “fed” her.

In fact, there was nothing wrong with Ning Ruoque’s actions. She knew this very well.

But she just couldn’t help but want to throw a little tantrum, wanting Ning Ruoque to coax her.

“I was indeed wrong in that matter. I’m sorry.” Ning Ruoque admitted her mistake and secretly swore to use a gentler method next time.

“But the medicine must be taken.”

After she finished speaking decisively, she went to the kitchen, brought the medicine bowl to Yin Buran, and also squatted down.

If she has to drink it, she’ll drink it. She’s not afraid of bitterness anyway.

But the person before her just lifted her chin and said with a noble air, “Feed me.”

Ning Ruoque was stunned for a moment, then quickly picked up the spoon and familiarly began to feed Yin Buran medicine.

Compared to the first time when she was so nervous that she was trembling, she could now calmly feed Yin Buran the entire bowl of medicine and then carry her to bed to rest.

Before she fell asleep, Yin Buran stuffed the “Sword Sleeps in the Green River” that she had swiped at some point into Ning Ruoque’s arms.

“Study it carefully,” she instructed.

Ning Ruoque tucked her in, and simply flipped to the place she had seen last time, reading ten lines at a glance.

To be continued, Bu Keman wanted to give herself to her, but was refused by the kind-hearted immortal doctor.

Ning Ruoque commented in her heart that this was very normal. The two of them had only been together for a few days. How could they become Dao companions so easily?

After that, Bu Keman had a relapse of the demon poison and fell into a coma. As the Sword Venerable, her vigilance was very strong, and she spat out all the medicine that the immortal doctor fed her.

Ning Ruoque deeply agreed. This part was actually not made up. In fact, many cultivators were like this.

The immortal doctor had no other choice but to hold the pill between her lips and then lower her head…

Ning Ruoque’s mind once again failed to react, and her eyes had already finished reading the entire paragraph.

Her pupils shrank, as if she had seen something extremely wonderful.

Then her whole body froze in front of the bed, turning into a motionless wooden sculpture.

There was only one thought in her mind—

So there’s such a way?

*

The next day, the sky had just turned fish-belly white.

The stars had not yet retreated, and the rosy dawn had already spread out, connecting with the rippling lake and mountain scenery of Azurefall Creek, as brilliant as brocade.

A small sparrow landed on a large bell, and just as it was about to chirp a few times, the bell clapper suddenly swayed violently on its own.

“Dong—”

A melodious bell sound suddenly resounded throughout Azurefall Creek. Whether they were cultivating or busy brewing medicine, all the medical cultivators could hear it.

However, no matter what they were doing, everyone tacitly put down their work, stood up, and bowed respectfully in the direction of the bell sound.

Yin Buran was also startled awake from her sleep.

In a daze, she wanted to get out of bed, but because her limbs were weak, her whole body pounced into Ning Ruoque’s arms.

That was the bell sound that represented the Medicine King coming out of seclusion.