Even if she was really scared, she didn't want to back down, and she couldn't back down.

Bai Muqi half-squinted, looked at Song Wangchen's reaction, and saw that his face was as cold as frost, his brows were tightly locked, but he didn't say anything to stop it, so he knew that Song Wangchen acquiesced.

It is useless for him to say anything, since it is the choice of the two of them, whether it is a blessing or a curse depends on the creation of the two.

Standing up on the edge of the table, holding his somewhat drowsy forehead, he stumbled in front of Ji Nuan, opened the wooden box again, and whispered: "Put your hand in, and the spirit Gu will drill into your body from your fingertips, and come to me again tomorrow at noon!"

Looking at the constantly wriggling Gu worm, fear haunted his heart again, Ji Nuan couldn't help but take two steps back, crashed into Song Wangchen's arms, buried his whole head in his chest, and moved towards the wooden box with trembling hands.

Song Wangchen hugged her tightly, and at the last moment when she put her hand into the wooden box, she suddenly grabbed it and whispered, "Let's not get rid of the demon blood, okay?"

Ji Nuan shook his head, stubbornly withdrew his hand, snatched the wooden box ruthlessly, bit his pink lips tightly, and put his hand in with a bang.

The Gu worms immediately swarmed in, wandering on the fingertips as white as jade, and the Gu worm led by shook its blood-red head, and with a bite down, it squirmed and drilled into the tip of the index finger.

Blood beads began to stain on the fingertips, followed by the pain in the heart, Ji Nuan's face was pale, fine beads of sweat came out from his forehead, and the whole person couldn't stop trembling.

Seeing that the Gu worm burrowed into the fingers little by little, encouraged the body to swim to the palm, and then swam along the palm to the wrist, along the meridians into the arm, climbed to the shoulder, slid down the collarbone, and finally stopped at the atrium, there was no movement.

Bai Muqi was a little unbearable, snatched the wooden box, and sighed: "Ji girl, do you feel it?" This is the pain of a spirit Gu that has not yet been urged into the body, and it is too late to regret it now, as long as you want to give up, the old man can call it out." ”

"I'm fine, it doesn't hurt, really!" Ji Nuan didn't lie, the Gu worm just swam around her arm, and it wasn't bloodthirsty, except for the index finger being bitten a little painfully, it wasn't too painful, she was just too scared.

Looking back at Song Wangchen, his slender jade fingers touched his frowning eyebrows, hooked his lips and smiled: "Don't frown easily, you will become ugly." ”

The playful tone made Song Wangchen's face even colder, he grabbed her hand, looked at the drop of red on his fingertips, and was so distressed that he couldn't express it, so he could only blow softly for her to relieve her pain.

"It really doesn't hurt, don't worry. Ji Nuan withdrew his hand, took two steps forward, smiled indifferently at Bai Muqi, and put his hand into the wooden box again.

The Gu worms in the box lost their leader, and they were looking around in a panic, sniffing the bloody breath full of temptation, so they surrounded again and drilled into the slender jade fingers.

Ji Nuan was still very afraid, so she bit her lip tightly to prevent herself from making a sound, but the beads of sweat that kept coming out and the tears contained in her eyes fell mercilessly, defeating all her pretense of strength.

Song Wangchen had already stepped forward desperately, wanting to put his hand into the box to share her pain, but was stopped by Bai Muqi.

He said: "If you do this, it will only cause all her efforts to be nullified, don't be rash, you have more important things to do, if she loses her mind, only you are all her sustenance." ”

Eleven spirit Gu wandered to the atrium one after another, the pain and fear gradually decreased, Ji Nuan let go of his teeth, hooked his bruised lips, and smiled at Song Wangchen: "I said, it doesn't hurt!"

A wisp of willful green silk stuck to the miserable white cheeks, she fell into Song Wangchen's arms a little weakly, her tired eyes closed slightly, leaning on his strong chest, smelling the unique sandalwood on his body, she only felt extremely relieved.

Song Wangchen hugged her tightly, tied her wisps of green silk behind her ears, and imprinted a kiss on her forehead, her eyes were full of hazy mist, but she didn't say a word.

Bai Muqi stretched out his hand and rubbed his temples, shook away the melancholy in his mind, and said with a wry smile: "The old man is a little drunk, you can come back tomorrow at noon!"

With that, he pinched the empty wooden box and turned to the bed.

Song Wangchen took Ji Nuan out of the door, walked under the clear sky and bright moon, greeted the stars, and returned to Xiangyouyuan.

The crape myrtle flowers are in full bloom, revealing a rich fragrance, adding a touch of color to this long dark night.

Ji Nuan opened his eyes, his jade hand touched his cheek, and said with a smile: "I've been asleep for the past two days, and I have no sleep tonight, I just want to enjoy the flowers and the moon with you, okay?"

Song Wangchen nodded, replied with a light smile, walked slowly to the stone table, and carefully put her down, then took her hand and stroked the red jade fingers, his eyes were full of distress.

After the spirit Gu entered the body, the wound on the abdomen of the finger would heal by itself, at this time, Ji Nuan had already lost the pain, but he left all the pain to Song Wangchen.

Ji Nuan held his hand back, leaned on his shoulder, his fingers were full of stars, and his smile spread on his jade face, and he sincerely exclaimed, "It's so beautiful!"

"It's so beautiful!" Song Wangchen nodded yes, but his eyes kept staring at her smiling cheeks, pursing his lips and chuckling.

The bright eyes reflect the bright moon with a smile, and the vast stars are bleak.

Love and cling to the four seasons of spring in your heart, and forget the worries of the world.

The fragrance of the garden is all lost, and only the overflowing color warms the heart.

Who said that the floating life is like a dream, and the Tao is bitter and sweet.

Bitterness, happiness, and happiness in suffering!

The two looked at each other and smiled, and then looked at the starry sky again, pillowing in the moonlight, indulging in this rare tranquility.

......

The next day, as soon as Ji Nuan opened her eyes, she saw that she was lying on the bed again, she clearly remembered that she was admiring the moon in the Xiangyou Garden last night, how could she fall asleep?

Holding a somewhat heavy body to get up, looking around for Song Wangchen's figure, but he couldn't find it, and couldn't help but wonder if everything that happened last night was a dream or a reality.

When he was sitting at the table with his cheeks in frustration thinking, he saw Song Wangchen carrying a food box and striding closer.

Ji Nuan got up and took the food box in his hand, opened it quickly, put all kinds of pastries on the table one by one, pointed to the pastries and said with a smile: "Osmanthus cake, Ruyi cake, rose cake, tangram dim sum, you are going to fat me!"

Although he said this, the little hand was very honest and grabbed a piece of rose cake and wanted to stuff it into his mouth, but Song Wangchen snatched it away and put it on the plate again.

"What are you doing, isn't it for me?" Ji Nuan muttered unhappily, his fingers unconsciously approached the pastry again, but he was directly dragged by Song Wangchen to the basin rack.

Almost forgetting that this guy has a habit of cleanliness, Ji Nuan scratched his head and smirked, then rolled up his sleeves, stretched out into the clear water with a big grin, and was stopped by Song Wangchen again.

Song Wangchen wet the Jinpa to clean her hands, and gently wiped her cheeks, her movements were gentle and careful, as if she was a porcelain doll that would break when touched.

After washing up, Ji Nuan rushed to the wooden table, took a piece of Ruyi cake and stuffed it into his mouth, kept nodding in admiration, and said vaguely: "With your craft, we can all make a fortune by buying pastries in the future." ”

"I'll only make it for you!" Song Wangchen replied with a smile, his eyes full of spoiling.

Ji Nuan nodded contentedly, stuffed the ruyi cake he had bitten into Song Wangchen's mouth, and asked with a smile, "Is it delicious?"

Song Wangchen nodded and replied, "It's delicious!"

Then he picked up a piece of tangram dim sum and handed it to Ji Nuan's lips, and when she opened her mouth to bite it, she suddenly withdrew it and put it into her mouth, revealing a wicked smile.

Ji Nuan pretended to be angry and hugged her arms and snorted coldly, her small mouth pursed, and she turned around to ignore him, even if Song Wangchen handed over the rose cake again, she still snorted coldly and refused to eat it, but her eyes stayed on the rose cake.

After Song Wangchen's bitter persuasion, she reluctantly opened her mouth, not wanting to be pulled back by him again, she hurriedly snatched the rose cake from his hand and smiled proudly.

In a joyful laugh, the two finally swept away the pastry, and Ji Nuan said that she wanted to listen to Song Wangchen caress the qin, but unfortunately the guqin had already been destroyed by her own hands, and she couldn't help but feel a little lost in her heart.

Song Wangchen didn't answer, but turned around and walked out of the room, and after a while, he walked in with a yaoqin in his arms.

"Is this?" she asked, her eyes gleazed.