I'm his wife, how come I don't know?

Jiang Chu walked in the moonlight, feeling a little confused and uneasy, and returned to the waiter's courtyard.

His mood was like the floating clouds in the night sky, foggy and misty.

Senior Brother Si Ling’s words echoed in his mind, as did the question he had raised.

What does Si Ling mean?

He said he asked the question and he believed it.

He got excited in the bun shop and asked a question.

[Brother Si, actually, as long as I stay by your side, I won't become a bad person. Do you believe it? ]

He said he believed it.

Is this the letter?

So by believing this, does it mean that you agree to stay by his side forever?

"I believe it, hehe..."

"I seem to have made some friends here, and they are such great friends."

"Hehe~"

These two words were like a spring breeze, warming Jiang Chu's heart.

He felt as if he had won 10 million in the lottery.

The incredible joy and sense of unreality intertwined together, his feet felt so light that he could hardly believe it was real.

Sitting on a wooden chair inside the house.

I accidentally caught a glimpse of the countdown displayed in front of me.

Another basin of cold water was poured down.

He had to face the cruel reality - he only had 103 days left to live.

"Hey, I don't know when I can save up enough for a hundred years."

"One hundred years, one hundred years... it's really a long time..."

Jiang Chu calculated to himself: "There are 365 days in a year, 3,650 days in ten years, and 36,500 days in a hundred years." There was a sense of powerlessness and despair in his voice.

"It's just a drop in the bucket, Brother System, you are really a jerk." Jiang Chu sighed.

I feel that my power is so vulnerable in the face of the system and time.

His mood is like the broken glass, shattered again and again~

"Knock Knock-"

Just then, there was a gentle knock on the door.

"Squeak-"

Jiang Chu stood up, opened the door, and saw the waiter walking in with a basin of steaming hot foot washing water.

"Master, the footbath water is ready."

Jiang Chu's fingertips unconsciously dug into his cheeks, looking a little uncomfortable.

He has never even been to a foot massage parlor and has always disliked having his feet touched.

The waiter didn't notice anything unusual about Jiang Chu. He placed the wooden basin at Jiang Chu's feet and reached out to take off Jiang Chu's boots.

Jiang Chu, however, shrank back suddenly as if he had been electrocuted, and said hastily, "Go out first, I'll call you later."

The waiter looked at Jiang Chu with some confusion, but seeing that he was not angry, he left as he was told.

After Jiang Chu washed his feet, he did not ask the waiter to come in and pour water. Instead, he used his spiritual power to pour the water in the wooden basin into a small ditch not far from the door.

Then he used his spiritual power to pull the wooden basin back to the corner of the yard.

Jiang Chu closed the door and lay on the soft bed, but his heart could not calm down.

There is another competition waiting for him tomorrow, and he originally planned to think about how to be strong and increase his lifespan.

But now, he only felt tired and sleepy.

He closed his eyes, his thoughts gradually became blurred, and finally he fell asleep unknowingly.

The next day, it was dark.

Jiang Chu was awakened by the first ray of purple from the rising sun in the sky.

He opened his eyes and subconsciously crossed his legs to practice martial arts.

A light purple color enveloped his entire body, and Jiang Chu felt like an eagle flying in the sky, feeling light and cheerful.

When I opened the door, the waiter had already lit a lamp and was reading.

Jiang Chu couldn't help but walk up to him curiously and asked, "You're already the top scholar, why are you still studying so hard?"

Jiang Chu was also a student and knew the value of being the top scholar. It was not an exaggeration to say that thousands of troops were trying to cross this single-plank bridge.

But he has already won honors and achievements to prove his ability.

Even if he returns to the court now, he only needs one or two senior officials to recommend him, or he can find someone to help him, and he will still have a position.

The waiter looked back at him and was about to answer when Jiang Chu suddenly seemed to have thought of something: "Do you want to be a high official, a prime minister?"

Yes, Jiang Chu had previously been so domineering that he took her in as his immortal servant.

Although immortal servants can come into contact with cultivators, they are still servants and naturally do not have the prestige of high-ranking officials who can command the respect of everyone.

The waiter was stunned for a moment, then waved his hands helplessly: "Master, I don't want to be an official, let alone a high-ranking official."

Jiang Chu pursed his lips and frowned: "If you don't want to be an official, does that mean you want to live forever?"

He stretched out his hand, placed it on top of his head, and explored it carefully with his spiritual power.

The lack of fluctuations in the spiritual roots also meant that Xiao Er was unable to absorb spiritual energy on his own initiative.

It also means that he cannot cultivate immortality, let alone achieve longevity.

"It's a pity that you can't practice. Even if you have a trace of impure spiritual roots, I can help you cleanse your marrow..."

The waiter smiled helplessly again: "Master, I don't want to live forever either."

Jiang Chu looked at him in confusion, not quite understanding what this man who had fought his way through millions of opponents and won the top spot in the imperial examination was thinking.

Seeing that he was distressed, the waiter pointed at the sky and said, "Master, if you don't leave now, you will miss the hot buns."

Jiang Chu suddenly remembered and hurried out.

He turned around and looked at Si Ling's closed door.

After thinking it over again and again, I decided to go and knock on the door.

"Knock Knock-"

There was a knock on the door in the morning light.

The crisp sound broke the silence of the small village.

There was a rustling sound inside the door, and it was Xiao Yuer who opened it.

"My parents are gone."

"Bang——" Xiao Yuer closed the door tightly.

Jiang Chu was turned away and felt a little disappointed.

The question that tormented him last night seemed to have an answer.

It seemed like Si Ling didn't mean that, he just believed it.

I didn't promise him to stay by his side all the time.

Jiang Chu looked at the 102 days shaking in front of him and decided to have more confidence.

"102 days, what if there is a miracle?"

Jiang Chu encouraged himself, left the village, found a deserted place, stepped on the puppet sapling, and went to the bun shop.

The boss smiled unconsciously when he saw Jiang Chu's face: "Good morning, sir. Is it the same as usual today?"

"Just the same as usual."

Jiang Chu smiled kindly at the shopkeeper: "Um... is he here?"

The shopkeeper immediately understood and shook his head: "It's not today yet."

Jiang Chu sighed regretfully and walked into the store carrying his buns.

There was an empty square table in the middle of the store, with a sign on it that said [For two distinguished guests only, no one else is allowed to touch.]

Jiang Chu walked over with it and put the sign aside with a smile.

The people around were curiously looking at this man who looked better than the girls.

"He is the noble man. He is so lucky to be a bun maker."

"I heard that this nobleman invested a lot of money in this store. Otherwise, how could he have so much money to treat his wife's illness?"

"His wife is also lucky to have met him..."

"Who says it isn't?"

Jiang Chu heard the word "Madam, you are sick" with his sharp ears.

Unexpectedly, the shop owner’s wife fell ill.

He picked up a bun calmly.

Put it into your mouth beautifully.

Chop the fat and lean meat into a paste and mix it with onion, ginger and garlic water to remove the fishy smell and enhance the flavor without the onion, ginger and garlic smell.

The most amazing thing is that he has no idea what ingredients the store added, but it is more delicious than any soup dumpling he has ever eaten.

Is it because pigs in ancient times were raised naturally that they smell good?

Jiang Chu was enjoying his meal when suddenly a shadow fell in front of his eyes.

Jiang Chu raised his head with his cheeks stuffed full, and met a pair of cold eyes.

Jiang Chu's eyes suddenly lit up and he chewed the bun quickly and swallowed it.

"Brother Si!"

Si Ling nodded and sat beside him.

Jiang Chu looked at him with sparkling eyes: "Where did you go so early in the morning? I went to knock on the door, and your servant said you left."

Pick up a bun and dip it in the vinegar twice.

"Goed to do something."

Then put it into your mouth.