Fairy, please don't do this!

"Aunt Ruo, Gu Jinzhao took my..."

"No, no, no... I'll wash it!"

Gu Jinzhao was unable to withstand the attack and was immediately defeated.

He finally understood why everyone says you shouldn't reason with a woman.

"You can shower when you get back. Come walk with me now."

With a slight smile, Mu Yiren, like a victorious swan, stepped out of the room first.

Gu Jinzhao sighed, carefully put the undergarments into the closet, and then followed.

It was obvious that he had fallen into Mu Yiren's trap.

……

It was the Qixi Festival in Qingyun City, and the long street was brightly lit, as bright as day.

Red and gold lanterns hung high under the eaves, illuminating the bustling crowd. The vendors' shouts mingled with the sweet aroma of sugar figurines, drifting away in the warm night breeze.

In the distance, the sounds of zither and flute blended together, and a young lady threw out her embroidered ball, drawing laughter and cheers from the crowd.

Mu Yiren, dressed in a white dress, with exquisite features, possessed a cool and aloof beauty that surpassed countless landscapes in the world.

Beside him stood Gu Jinzhao, dressed in a blue and white brocade robe, with an exceptionally handsome face, resembling a refined gentleman from a turbid world.

The two walked side by side, like a perfect couple stepping out of a painting, attracting frequent glances from passersby.

Suddenly, Mu Yiren stopped in front of a steamed bun stall on the street.

The steamer was filled with white steam, and the freshly steamed buns had thin skins and generous fillings. The aroma of oil mixed with the fresh scent of scallions wafted straight into my nose.

Gu Jinzhao felt a little hungry, so he walked straight to the stall and took out a few copper coins from his pocket: "Four steamed buns, please."

"okay!"

The stall owner deftly wrapped two portions in oil paper and handed them over.

Gu Jinzhao took the buns, picked one up and took a bite, then handed the oil paper package to Mu Yiren: "Be careful, it's hot."

A faint smile appeared in Mu Yiren's eyes as she picked up a steamed bun and took a small bite.

The aroma of scallions mingled with the piping hot meat juices melted in your mouth, creating an incredibly delicious flavor.

A gentle night breeze blew as the two of them ate steamed buns and walked aimlessly forward.

"Do you remember?" Mu Yiren pursed her lips, her expression somewhat complicated: "The first time we met was here."

"I remember." Gu Jinzhao thought for a moment and said, "Back then, you stole one of my steamed buns, and I even chased after you."

A ripple appeared in Mu Yiren's eyes: "That bun was filled with scallions and pork, it was delicious."

She was only eight years old that year, and it was extremely difficult for her to survive.

The place we stayed was just a dilapidated Taoist temple, and we slept on cold wooden planks.

She had begged from people, but no one gave her anything.

She had stolen things and fought with stray dogs for food, always ending up covered in bruises.

Even so, we must live on.

Only by living can one hope to embark on the path of cultivation, kill that cold-hearted father, and also the poisonous woman who killed my mother.

Fortunately, fate ultimately smiled upon her.

That day, night had fallen in Qingyun City, but she still hadn't found any food and could only huddle in a dark corner looking for something.

Until that fair-skinned, extremely handsome young man came into view.

He bought some meat and miscellaneous snacks, and finally bought four steamed buns, which he had to carry in both hands.

She quietly followed him, suddenly grabbed a steamed bun, and ran away.

The young master was clearly not one to suffer a loss, and immediately gave chase. However, he stopped in front of the dilapidated Taoist temple and, for some reason, turned and left.

The next day on the street, Mu Yiren met Gu Jinzhao again and stole another steamed bun from his arms.

The same thing happened on the third day, the fourth day, the fifth day, and so on.

One day, the young master took the initiative to walk into the Taoist temple and told her that her family needed a clever medicine boy, who would not only provide food and lodging but also pay wages.

It was then that Mu Yiren learned that this young master was the young master of Baicaotang, named Gu Jinzhao.

Gu Jinzhao was also lost in thought, and asked with some curiosity, "There were four buns, why didn't you take a few more?"

After finishing a steamed bun, Mu Yiren gently wiped the grease from her lips with her fingertips: "One steamed bun is enough to fill me up!"

Seemingly remembering something, she couldn't help but ask, "You clearly chased me all the way to the Taoist temple that day, why didn't you come in?"

Gu Jinzhao did not hide anything and slowly said, "I saw that the Taoist temple was very dilapidated, and there was a wooden tablet outside that read 'Tomb of Mother Mu Yun'."

Mu Yiren looked up at him, her eyes reflecting his image: "So you felt pity?"

Gu Jinzhao took out the second bun from the oil paper package and took a big bite: "I have compassion, and I also feel sorry for those in the same boat."

"I was just luckier than you; I met Aunt Ruo in that cold winter."

Mu Yiren suddenly realized something when she thought about Gu Jinzhao's background.

As they spoke, the two arrived at a stone bridge carved with a pattern of mandarin ducks with intertwined necks.

Couples walked hand in hand across the bridge toward the other side.

Gu Jinzhao knew that the bridge was called Shuangqi Bridge.

A poem says: "In heaven, we wish to be birds flying wing to wing; on earth, we wish to be trees with intertwined branches."

Legend has it that if lovers hold hands and cross the bridge together on Qixi Festival, they will be inseparable and grow old together.

"Why don't we go ahead and solve some word puzzles?"

Gu Jinzhao coughed lightly and turned to walk towards the square filled with vermilion lanterns.

As far as the eye can see, hundreds of gilded lanterns sway gently in the wind, each with a riddle written in delicate, elegant calligraphy.

Under the lamplight, a crowd thronged. Some young ladies, their faces hidden behind fans, whispered among themselves, while others, scholars in blue robes, pondered over the riddles.

But before Gu Jinzhao could take two steps, a soft, slender hand grasped his.

Gu Jinzhao turned around in confusion: "Sister Yiren?"

"Cross the bridge!"

Mu Yiren glanced at him, and without waiting for his consent, took his hand and walked forward.

A hint of doubt flashed in Gu Jinzhao's eyes.

Mu Yiren's personality is rather cold, even somewhat aloof, and she would rarely take the initiative to get close to someone.

Something seems off with my own plums...

Chapter 3, Is Sister Yiren on her second playthrough?

Gu Jinzhao was still wondering why Mu Yiren had changed like this when he was led onto the Shuangqi Bridge.

Mu Yiren's expression remained calm and composed, except for her jade-carved earlobes, which had somehow become tinged with a light pink.

"I'm going back to the sect with my master."

Gu Jinzhao was taken aback: "When?"

"tomorrow!"

Mu Yiren lowered her eyes: "The sect's inner sect competition is imminent, and my master has asked me to compete for it."

Gu Jinzhao smiled and said, "Ten years of honing your skills, with Sister Yiren's abilities, you will definitely win the championship."

This is not flattery, but the truth.

His childhood sweetheart is no ordinary person. Not only does she possess double pupils that can see through the essence of all things, but she was also taken in as a disciple by that fairy in the Dao Realm ten years ago.

In this inner sect competition, she will sweep aside her peers with overwhelming force and become the current chief disciple.

Mu Yiren said calmly, "The title of champion is not important to me."

Gu Jinzhao asked, puzzled, "Then what is important?"

"Resources for cultivation."

"As long as you win the championship, you can become the chief disciple of the current generation and obtain a huge amount of cultivation resources."

"At that time, I will not only have enough to cultivate myself, but also enough to support you."

Faced with the invitation from a wealthy and beautiful woman to be his sugar daddy, it would be a lie to say that Gu Jinzhao wasn't tempted. He even had the idea of ​​taking a pure love route from there.

In the harem setting, the romantic relationships between the five heroines are already intertwined with his, so even if he does nothing, their paths will still cross, and feelings will gradually develop.

Just like his childhood sweetheart relationship with Mu Yiren.

Moreover, even if the pure love story of childhood sweethearts is chosen, other female protagonists will still get involved later.

Given Mu Yiren's strong personality, if he were devoted to her, she would naturally tear the mistress apart.

If he dares to have his cake and eat it too, he himself will be the one torn apart.

Thinking of that bloody scene, Gu Jinzhao felt a chill run down his spine and quickly shook his head: "The way you're saying that makes it sound like I'm asking you to be my gigolo."

"No matter what, I am a disciple of the Qingyun Sect. If I want cultivation resources, I can always take on sect missions."

“Your cultivation is still shallow, so you can only take on simple tasks,” Mu Yiren said incisively. “In this way, the resources you get will be limited, and you will waste a lot of time.”

Gu Jinzhao smiled nonchalantly, seemingly unconcerned: "Cultivation is not something that can be accomplished overnight; only by taking one step at a time can one make progress gradually."

As he said this, he completely forgot about the time he had politely greeted "Sky Dome Company" when he discovered there was no system.

Mu Yiren didn't say anything, she just tightened her grip on his hand.

Perhaps because their parting was imminent, she lost the desire to continue strolling around. After crossing the Shuangxi Bridge together, they returned to Baicaotang.

After escorting Mu Yiren back to her room, Gu Jinzhao was about to leave when she grabbed his wrist.

He asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"

"I'm leaving Qingyun City tomorrow morning. Don't you have anything to say to me?"

Mu Yiren slightly raised her head, her eyes filled with unspeakable emotions, and stared straight at him.

Gu Jinzhao tentatively asked, "Have a safe journey?"

Having completed five pure love routes, he was naturally no novice when it came to romance, and he could easily understand what Mu Yiren wanted him to say.

If it's still a pure love story, he will definitely strike while the iron is hot and establish a relationship with his childhood sweetheart.

But the thought of having five machetes hanging over his neck in the future made him even less likely to act recklessly.

Mu Yiren was slightly disappointed when she didn't get the answer she wanted.

After a moment of silence, she took out a red invitation card embroidered with mandarin ducks from her bosom: "Put your handprint on it."

"This is?"

Gu Jinzhao subconsciously took it and casually flipped through it.

His gaze fell on the red invitation card, on which were prominently displayed the two large, gold-embossed characters: "Marriage Certificate".

The following text reads: "[Today, a member of the Gu family and a woman of the Mu family, deeply in love, wish to be married.]"

[We need no matchmakers, nor do we need to follow conventional customs; we will simply spend this life together with true hearts.]

This covenant, once established, shall never change.

[Autumn of the fourteenth year of Yongxing!]

"Marriage certificate?"

Gu Jinzhao raised an eyebrow, his tone carrying a hint of surprise.

Mu Yiren gently raised her left hand and bit her right index finger lightly. A bead of bright red blood seeped out and slowly imprinted itself on the marriage certificate: "It's your turn!"

Gu Jinzhao was somewhat at a loss: "This..."

Mu Yiren's tone carried a hint of danger: "You don't want to?"

Gu Jinzhao panicked: "This isn't a matter of willingness, it's just that it's too sudden..."