69novels Chapter 118 Getting Jade
Chapter 118 Getting Jade
Before she could finish speaking, Nongyu softly replied, "Sister kept watch all night and has only just rested. Don't disturb her. Besides, this person's origins are unknown. It would be better to wait for Young Master Han Fei to come and investigate in person tomorrow."
Lin Tian pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement. But then his gaze shifted, and he hesitated again: "But... Nongyu, where do you plan to stay tonight?"
Nongyu's ears turned red as she lowered her head and stared at the tips of her embroidered shoes. Her voice was as soft as a whisper: "If you don't mind the simplicity, young master... Nongyu would like to stay in your room for one night."
"Well--"
Lin Tian's mind went completely blank. What... what was going on?!
"Young master..." She raised her eyes, her gaze trembling slightly, "Do you despise Nongyu for being trapped in Zilan Pavilion, thus making her inferior? Although Nongyu lives in the brothel, she has been playing the zither and practicing etiquette since childhood, and has never overstepped the bounds."
Lin Tian's heart tightened, and he hurriedly waved his hand, "No, no, no! I'm afraid that being alone in a room late at night will damage your reputation if word gets out!"
"Nongyu is not afraid." She looked directly at him, her eyes as clear as a spring stream. "The innocent will remain innocent, and the guilty will remain guilty—rumors are like the wind, they will dissipate as soon as they are blown away."
"Then... then I'll do as you say." Lin Tian finally relented.
Since she has already said so much, what else can he say?
He didn't notice that when Nongyu lowered her eyes to hide her smile, a sly glint flashed in the corner of her eye.
……
"The room is a bit messy, Nongyu, please don't mind." Lin Tian scratched the back of his neck, looking slightly flustered.
It wasn't too bad, really—just a few outer robes draped casually over the edge of the couch, and teacups crookedly on the table. He never liked being restrained, and aside from occasionally having someone sweep the dust, he wouldn't let anyone step into this room on ordinary days.
Nongyu didn't say a word, but simply stepped inside, bent down to pick up the clothes on the ground, folded them neatly, and said softly, "Young master lives alone, so someone should take care of your daily life."
Lin Tian was speechless for a moment, then quickly looked away, picked up the old bedding from the couch and spread it on the floor, then took a brand new one, unfolded it and covered himself with it: "Nongyu, you sleep on the bed, I'll sleep on the floor."
"Mmm," she replied very softly, like a feather falling to the ground.
The candle went out, and all was quiet.
Just as Lin Tian's eyelids were beginning to droop, he suddenly heard her voice: "Young Master... after the attack, Nongyu's heart is still pounding. Can you talk to me for a while?"
"Huh? Okay." Lin Tian sat up straight, full of suspicion. In the original story, Nongyu, who didn't even blink when facing the Blood-Clad Marquis, why was she so timid when faced with a corpse? Could it be... that this person in front of him is an imposter?
"What would you like to talk about?" he asked.
"Would you mind sitting on the edge of the bed, young master? If you speak too loudly, you might disturb the ladies next door," she said softly.
"Okay." Lin Tian didn't suspect anything and sat down on the edge of the couch. She was curled up in the brocade quilt, only revealing her plain little face, her eyes bright and sparkling, like two obsidian stones soaked in water.
"Young master, where did you grow up? I have traveled to Qin and set foot in the cities and mountains of Yan, Chu, Zhao and Wei, but when I hear you speak and see your every move, it's as if there's a layer of mist between us, and you're not quite the same as anyone else," Nongyu asked softly.
"Oh my, I never expected that Nongyu, at such a young age, has already traversed such a vast world—truly remarkable! No wonder a single pluck of her fingers evokes the subtle murmurs of wind and thunder, the whispers of mountains and rivers; it turns out she has already infused the essence of various regions into the very core of her zither." Lin Tian smiled, his tone sincere. Nongyu's ears warmed slightly, her eyes lifted, and her smile rippled outwards, curving into two bright crescent moons.
"Then... young master hasn't said where you're from yet." She unconsciously twirled the corner of her sleeve, her question both gentle and persistent.
"Well……"
Lin Tian paused, momentarily at a loss for words. After a moment's thought, he slowly said, "I was born in Fuzhou, a small coastal city far from the new city."
—Separated by 1,600 years, it's more than just a distance?
Nongyu frowned slightly, repeatedly pondering the words "Fuzhou," but she couldn't recall ever hearing this place name mentioned in any ancient texts or by merchants. She didn't delve any deeper, but quietly engraved these two words into her heart, like putting away a warm, smooth seashell.
The two chatted casually, their words flowing like a stream.
"Young Master..." Nongyu suddenly lowered her voice, the end of her words trembling slightly, "Whom do you hold in your heart?"
As soon as she spoke, her fingertips felt slightly cool, and even her breathing became shallower.
Lin Tian paused, his gaze softening instantly, his voice becoming as deep as spring water lapping against a blue stone: "Of course I do. I haven't told you yet—I already have two wives."
Nongyu's heart sank slightly, but not with the unbearable bitterness she had expected. When they played "Heartstrings" together before, she had closed her eyes and immersed herself in the subtle tremors of the music, clearly touching the surging longing and concern in his heart.
"Then...where are my two sisters now?" She bit her lower lip, her voice so soft it was almost ethereal, yet the question was utterly earnest—she desperately wanted to see clearly the people who haunted her dreams.
Lin Tian remained silent for a long time before finally speaking: "They... are not in this world."
His tone was calm, even with a touch of ordinary relaxation.
After all, Dongfang and Long'er are only temporarily separated from this realm. As long as their cultivation improves, their reunion is just around the corner. What he truly fears is that Dongfang, upon hearing the words "Little Dragon Girl," will sneer and throw out an embroidery needle, aiming straight for his vital points... Just thinking about it sends a chill down his spine.
But Nongyu didn't understand any of this. She only saw Lin Tian's shoulder twitch almost imperceptibly, and she concluded that he was being gnawed by longing and was trembling with pain.
—Not being alive... isn't that the same as being gone forever?
Her heart tightened suddenly, and she quickly replied, "Young master, could you tell Nongyu about them? I want to know what kind of woman is worthy of someone like you."
She quickly changed the subject, trying to pull him out of his misery and lead him towards warmth; she also genuinely longed to see the vibrant faces behind those two names.
Lin Tian smiled, his gaze distant: "One is named Dongfang, and the other is named Long'er. Dongfang is my first wife, whom I married through proper channels. Her real name is Dongfang Bubai."
"Dongfang Bubai?" Nongyu's eyes lit up. "Sister Dongfang... is she very powerful?"
"More than just formidable." Lin Tian's voice rose slightly. "She's a few years older than me. When I first ventured into the martial world, she was already the number one expert—a woman who silenced both the righteous and the wicked, making them tremble with fear, even their breathing extremely soft. By the way, before marrying me, she was the leader of the Demonic Sect, stationed at Blackwood Cliff. Those righteous people in the martial world shout 'Exterminate demons and protect the righteous path' every day, but not a single one of them actually dared to take up their swords and climb the cliff."
Lin Tian spoke slowly and deliberately, while Nongyu listened quietly.
She had never heard of those place names, gangs, or people, yet from the rhythm of his words and the warmth of his eyes, she was convinced that every word he spoke came from the heart. She remained silent throughout, and Lin Tian spoke more and more deeply, unknowingly slipping into the depths of his old dreams, his voice gradually lowering until it fell silent—he had actually fallen asleep beside Nongyu, completely forgetting that there was a living person lying next to him.
The moonlight quietly streamed through the window and fell on his serene profile. Nongyu gazed at him for a moment, a thin layer of pity rising in her eyes.
"Sister Dongfang, Sister Long'er... go in peace. Nongyu hereby swears: I will protect him, warm his cold nights, and guard him for the rest of his life." Her voice was as soft as a sigh.
After saying that, she quietly lay down, curled up gently in his arms, and then raised her hand to gently place his drooping arm on her waist.