After traveling through time, I became the aunt of the loyal dog emperor

Because she had been sunbathing in the afternoon, Wan Ning couldn't fall asleep in bed at night, tossing and turning and feeling bored. She was also restless because her period was approaching, so she decided to go to the roof to get some fresh air.

This idea was not a sudden one. In her childhood, she had watched a classic TV series in which the protagonists always loved to go to the roof. Sometimes two or three people liked to drink a little wine, sometimes they would chat together, or watch the moon in the sky together. She didn't understand it when she was young, but now she also wanted to use the cool breeze from the height to blow away the heat in her heart, so she brought some wine and quietly climbed onto the roof.

"Tsk, the air up there is really good." After finding a good place to sit down, Wan Ning lifted up her thick cloak to let the early winter wind cool her down. Then she picked up the wine pot and the wine glass and drank by herself. Before she knew it, she had drunk most of it. Unfortunately, when she picked up the wine glass, she suddenly felt that she was missing a companion: "A famous person once said that when you raise your glass to invite the bright moon, you and your shadow become three people. Oh, moon, how about you drink a glass with me today?"

She raised the cup to the bright moon, and her flushed face stared at it, as if expecting the moon's answer. Who knew that the moon tonight was a thin crescent moon, and an untimely gust of wind blew through a thick cloud, completely blocking the moon, leaving only endless darkness between heaven and earth. Wan Ning hurriedly stood up, pointed at the moon, and shouted with her hands on her waist: "Moon, moon, is it because your mother doesn't allow you to drink? Don't leave, I won't let you drink, don't leave."

As she was about to walk forward to chase the moon, she suddenly felt someone grabbing her arm in the darkness. He only needed to exert a little force and she lost her balance and pressed towards him. Without noticing, her cheek seemed to be hit by something hard. In the darkness, Wan Ning began to feel along her face to find out what she had hit. Just touching it was not enough, so she poked it with her fingers.

"It's hard enough, but you dare to hit my face with it. I will get rid of you tomorrow." While he was complaining, his wrist was firmly grasped and held aside.

At this time, the clouds covering the moon were blown away again. Wan Ning squinted her eyes and looked closely in the moonlight. Suddenly, a sweet smile bloomed on her face: "It turns out to be you. How come you appear and disappear like a magician!"

Wan Ning's sweet smile, with eyes as curved as the moon in the sky, made Ziheng's heart beat faster. He pretended to be calm and let go of her hand, saying seriously: "Don't touch me."

"If you don't want to touch me, then don't touch me, stingy guy. Do you think I like to touch you? I thought it was someone's washboard, but it hit my face." After saying that, she sat back on the roof. The wine glass in her hand still had a fragrance, so she raised it to her nose and sniffed it. Then she picked up the wine pot and filled it again. At this time, Ziheng also sat down next to her, took the wine glass from Wan Ning's hand and drank it all, letting the cool wind blow across their slightly hot cheeks.

"Why are you here now?" Thanks to Liangfeng Wanning for regaining her senses, the two of them chatted casually.

"I have nothing to do at night, so I came out for a walk."

After hearing this, Wan Ning picked up the wine jug and filled the empty cup in his hand, and said softly: "What a coincidence, I couldn't sleep either, so I came out to enjoy the breeze and look at the moon. Oh, look, the moon is gone too."

Ziheng raised his head and glanced at the moon, then lowered his head and replied: "It will come out soon. How have you been recently?"

His attempt to break away from the control of the emperor and develop his own confidants in the court would certainly displease the emperor. Recently, he was worried that his risky behavior would implicate Wan Ning, so he had been refraining from meeting her.

"Everything is going well. I heard that Liu Xueyu's case was handled well. Let's have another drink to celebrate." As he said this, he took the wine glass and was about to pour it for Ziheng, but the glass accidentally slipped from his hand and fell from the eaves to the ground with a crisp sound.

"It's okay, it's okay. May everything be fine and peaceful forever." Wan Ning pretended to be calm, opened the lid of the wine flask and took a big gulp. Then she turned her head with a wry smile and looked at Ziheng's deep eyes. She smiled sweetly, revealing a shallow dimple, and couldn't help but sigh softly: "What a good wine!"

Ziheng said nothing and gently pulled her arms back from the air, and helped her cover her cape. Then he took out a small box from his arms and played with it. After a moment of contemplation, he finally made up his mind: "I came here to give you something. Do you remember asking me to help you find a butterfly jade pendant?"

Hearing about the butterfly jade pendant, Wan Ning smiled bitterly and swallowed a big mouthful of wine. Then, she supported herself with her arms under her body, half-lying on the eaves, and replied in a self-destructive manner: "I remember, but I can't find it, and no one can find it."

"I'm sorry I couldn't help you find it. I made this for you according to the pattern you gave me, so that when you need to find it in the future, you can show this to others. It will be more intuitive than using a handkerchief." After saying that, Ziheng took Wan Ning's warm hand and placed the jade pendant he was touching in her palm.

Wan Ning was a little confused and lowered her head, not knowing what to do. She picked up the jade pendant and faced it to the moon, trying to see its appearance clearly in the moonlight. This was a round hollow jade pendant, with a lifelike butterfly carved in the middle of the circle, and a white tassel was carefully tied at the bottom of the butterfly. If there was any difference from Wan Ning's piece, it was that the round hole in the middle of the jade pendant was missing.

Wan Ning recognized the material of the jade pendant. It was the only magical stone that King Qi had given to Ziheng to make a Buddha statue.

"You gave me this, but what about the Buddha statue?"

"Buddha statue? It doesn't matter if it's a little smaller." Ziheng said calmly, looking nonchalant. He subconsciously raised his hand to drink the wine in the glass, but found that the glass had broken. So in order to hide the embarrassment, he naturally changed the subject: "The pattern on the handkerchief you gave me has a round hole in the middle, but if you carve it like this, the connection between the jade pendant and the edge will become very fragile. It can be used to distinguish without carving."

Wan Ning lowered her head and stared at the butterfly jade pendant. Her slender fingers gently stroked the pattern on it, over and over again, and she was speechless for a long time.

Seeing this, Ziheng panicked a little. He lowered his head slightly and asked tentatively, "Did I do something wrong? If not, just tell me. I'll take it back and modify it before giving it to you. How about that?"

"What I'm looking for is the key to my home." Wan Ning subconsciously clutched the jade pendant tightly. The moment she raised her head, her eyes turned red and filled with tears. Ziheng was at a loss and awkwardly withdrew his hand.

"Ziheng, the butterfly jade pendant I'm looking for is actually the key to my return home. When I find the broken butterfly jade pendant, I will leave here. Are you willing to do this?" Wan Ning asked tentatively, but she increased the strength in her hand to tightly hold the butterfly jade pendant.

Ziheng stood there in silence, perhaps he didn't know what "the key to home" meant. But when he saw Wan Ning holding the jade pendant tightly and no one could take it away, his heart seemed to be shot by an arrow without any preparation - with sourness and bleeding.