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

The voice of the question was so familiar that Wan Tao suddenly opened her eyes wide, but couldn't believe her ears.

She nervously grasped the corner of her clothes and turned her head tentatively towards the man. He was squatting beside Xiao Lao Da with his back to Wan Tao, checking his breathing and pulse. After confirming that Xiao Lao Da was dead, he pulled up his sleeves to check the scars and nails on his arms. Under the weak light, he seemed to be looking very seriously. He had already noticed that there was a hostage lying next to him, but he never looked at him directly, and even his tone of questioning was extremely cold.

It seemed like everything had nothing to do with him.

Until Wan Tao said "dead", the hoarse voice was very recognizable. The moment he heard it, he frowned slightly and turned his head to look behind him.

"It must not be him!" Wan Tao prayed in her heart. She really didn't want him to see her in such a state of embarrassment. As she turned her head, Wan Tao became more and more nervous and scared. Her body was cold and stiff and she couldn't move. Finally, when their eyes met, Wan Tao gave up and turned her head away.

"Young Master, the criminals are..."

"Back off!" Before the soldiers who had arrived late could finish their words, Zijian immediately shouted them back. Although the soldiers were confused, they knew that nothing good would happen if they stepped forward because of Zijian's scary look, so they immediately took all the people who came later and backed off.

The clothes on her body were torn to pieces, and her thighs, arms, and chest were exposed. Wan Tao turned away and didn't dare to look at him, nor did she dare to make any sound. She could only suppress the pain inwardly. She buried her head like an ostrich, pretending that nothing had happened.

Just when Wan Tao was desperate and had nowhere to hide, a white handkerchief "fell from the sky" and landed squarely on her face, covering it. Zi Jian then took off his outer robe and covered her body while walking. The wide clothes just wrapped her up. After doing all this, Zi Jian softly and clumsily comforted her: "It's okay, it's okay."

As soon as the words of comfort came out, Wan Tao knew that he had recognized her, and tears could no longer be stopped and silently fell from the corners of her eyes. Silently, she let him hold her in his arms. At this moment, she did not have the strength and did not want to refuse the short-term support.

A tear from Wantao rolled down her cheek and fell onto the back of Zijian's hand. The warm feeling seemed to come from his memories, making him a little dazed for a moment, but he soon faced the reality.

"The criminal is dead, take his body back." Zi Jian ordered the officers and soldiers beside him, then strode away.

"Yes!"

"Master Zijian, it's really strange. Wasn't it him who wanted to track down Boss Xiao? Why did he leave first?" The young soldier muttered in a low voice, which immediately earned him a cold look from the team leader.

"Work hard and talk less!"

"Yes."

After a long time, the two returned to the city again. Zijian did not take Wantao to the government office for questioning, but found an inn and booked a room. As soon as he entered the room, he gently put Wantao on the bed, and without stopping, he turned around and fumbled for the candle on the table to light the lamp.

"Don't light the lamp!" Wan Tao's voice was broken and she repeated it almost in a begging tone: "Please, don't light the lamp."

Zijian's hand holding the candle was suspended in the air, a little absent-minded. After reacting, he immediately put the candle back to its original place and replied, "This inn is relatively quiet. Miss Wantao, please rest here first. The doctor is on his way."

"Thank you...sir." Wan Tao's voice was almost squeezed out of her throat.

"The princess has also sent someone to inform them." His voice was almost emotionless, but when Wan Tao heard the word "princess", her heart was moved and she started to cough uncontrollably. Although she didn't want the princess to worry, she couldn't hide it from her now. She was afraid that the princess would be even more sad after knowing it.

"Cough cough... cough cough... cough..." Wan Tao started to cough more violently, and her body began to shake uncontrollably. She looked so miserable that I felt sorry for her. Seeing this, Zi Jian couldn't just sit there and watch. He immediately poured a cup of tea and walked quickly to the bedside, groping in the dark to hold her hand.

"Thank you, Master Zijian. Ahem... ahem, Master Zijian, you don't have to pity me."

"Miss Wantao, you are overthinking. It is your duty. I really admire you for your courage and strategy in killing the criminals and escaping danger." Zijian dispelled her concerns with a few words, then handed the cup in his hand to Wantao, let go of her hand and stood aside.

In a corner where he could not be seen, he secretly shook hands with Wan Tao, recalling the feeling of holding Wan Tao's fingers just now. Although the feeling was familiar, the skin on Wan Tao's hands was extremely smooth and delicate, not like she had done rough work at all. The hands he had been looking for had a thick layer of calluses on the palms and a scar on the joint of the index finger, which could not match the hands in front of him in any way.

Zijian shook his head in self-mockery, left the room in a depressed mood and stood guard at the door. He laughed at himself for being crazy to associate the person he cared about with Wantao in the room. No matter how he looked at it, Wantao couldn't be her. He couldn't and shouldn't project his inner dependence onto other people.

The cold winter wind blew in through the window of the corridor, and the biting wind pulled Zijian back to his thoughts. He lowered his head and looked at his empty palms with a sense of loss. The person he lost had not come back yet. He walked slowly to the end of the corridor. He originally wanted to close the window, but he couldn't help but open it at this time, trying to use the cold to clear his mind.

After a while, he slowly raised his head and looked at the crescent moon in the distant sky. He pressed his hands against the window painfully and begged in his heart: "Can I still find you, Xinghe?"

"Xinghe, if you can see the moon tonight, please give me some news, okay?"

"..."

Even though he prayed a hundred times in his heart, the only responses he got were the cold night wind and unrealistic dreams.

"Zi sees brother!"

Hearing someone calling him, Zijian calmed down and turned around. Yan Ke was walking towards him with a sword in hand. She heard from others that Zijian had caught Xiao Lao Da tonight, so she wanted to congratulate him as soon as possible. She was really happy and said as she walked: "Brother Zijian, I heard that you caught Xiao Lao Da who I have been pursuing tonight. I am so happy for you. You are worthy of being my brother Zijian! But brother Zijian, why didn't you go back to the government office, but came to this inn instead? It made me look for you for a long time."

Zi Jian smiled bitterly, and calmly pulled his arm away from Yan Ke's hand, and stood opposite to help her cover the cloak that was blown open by the wind. He asked with concern: "Yan Ke, it's so cold outside, why are you here?"

Yan Ke took Zijian's sleeve and asked coquettishly, "Of course I came. Boss Xiao caused you to go blind, and I have been waiting for him to be caught so that I can chop him into pieces and avenge you, brother Zijian. I didn't expect that he would run away in the past six months! Where is he? Do you think I will teach him a lesson?"

"He is dead."