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

"Xinghe."

"Xinghe!"

The wound has stopped bleeding, but it is festering inside.

The unconscious Zijian had a fever, his body temperature was very high, his consciousness was completely blurred, and he kept muttering the same name: Xinghe!

In his dream, he returned to the small house by the river in Lu Village. The courtyard was full of flowers, and even the fence was covered with moonflowers, which were blooming with light blue and purple flowers. Xinghe once told him that moonflowers were her favorite flowers. They were not picky about the environment. As long as there were seeds and buds, they would grow and bloom.

It also has another name, called Sunset Bloom. Even on a night when no one is appreciating it, it can bloom facing the moonlight and wither with the sunlight.

Zi Jian pushed open the courtyard gate and walked into the yard with trepidation. The kitchen door was open and wisps of smoke were rising. When he rushed in excitedly to find Xinghe, there was no one inside except for the sound of wood burning in the stove, making crackling sounds.

"Qingfeng!" Xinghe's gentle and clear voice came from behind: "Come and eat, the doctor said that your eyes will be healed after taking two more doses of medicine."

He liked Xinghe's voice the most. It was always so gentle. When he couldn't see, this voice gave him hope to live!

Zi Jian was so happy that he turned around impatiently. Xing He was standing at the door with a plate in her hand. The sunlight behind her was so strong that her hair turned golden, but he couldn't see her face clearly. No matter how hard he tried, Xing He's face was always black. Zi Jian ran towards her in despair, and then the courtyard began to collapse. The bricks and tiles kept falling down and completely buried Xing He.

"Xinghe! Xinghe!"

Zi Jian collapsed and screamed, sitting up from his straw bed in shock. The strong light made it impossible for him to open his eyes.

"You're awake," the voice was hoarse and rough, like the sound of rubbing a stone on the ground: "Zi sees the young master."

Zi Jian regained his composure and turned to look in the direction of the sound. Wan Tao walked towards him carefully with a broken bowl of hot water. She touched his forehead with the back of her hand skillfully and subconsciously. She was relieved to see that the temperature had returned to normal, and sat down gently beside the straw bed.

"Fortunately, it's not burned anymore and the bleeding has stopped. Master Zijian, how are your eyes? Can you see me?" Wan Tao said with concern.

Zijian clenched his fists and nodded: "I can see it."

"That's good! Master Zijian, drink some hot water to warm your body." As he said this, he brought the hot water to his mouth. Zijian carefully drank two sips, which just relieved the dryness in his mouth.

"You saved me last night? Miss Wantao, I'd like to thank you for saving my life!"

Wan Tao quickly stopped his impulse to get up, nodded, and tried to speak as little as possible: "Master Zijian saved me first, I just want to repay you. Master, you have been sleeping here for three days, which was four days ago."

Zi Jian raised his eyes in surprise, and saw that Wan Tao was indeed a little haggard and miserable, with a ripped hole in her clothes and covered in filth. He looked down and saw that he was well taken care of, and suddenly felt guilty. He was attacked by someone at that time, and when he chased the murderer out of the alley, he saw the villain was about to do something indecent to the woman by the river, so he threw the sword in his hand at her with all his strength, hitting her heart.

I didn't expect that this simple effort would save me in the end.

He shook his head in self-mockery and looked up at the sky, questioning why the same thing had to happen twice!

"Master Zi Jian, Master Zi Jian?" Wan Tao called his name: "Why are you here?"

"There's no one else here. Miss Wantao asked me to be Zijian." Zijian bowed his head and replied, "I'm here to investigate on behalf of my adoptive father."

They are both on the border, and Beiqi is indeed not far from here.

"Ms. Wan Tao, Nanye City is far away from here, how come you are here? I heard that Princess Le Yan is missing again. What happened? Are you okay?" Zi Jian asked.

"It's a long story. There's no one else here, just call me Wan Tao." Wan Tao put down the broken bowl, looked up and looked around the dilapidated roof, and naturally changed the subject: "You are still injured, this is not a place to stay for long, do you have anywhere else to go?"

The wind whistled outside the house, and the weeds on the roof were flying in the air. This dilapidated house was in danger and could collapse at any time. Wan Tao's heart suddenly collapsed, and she called his name softly: "Zi Jian."

Zi Jian covered his chest and stood up with difficulty. He searched his pockets twice and found nothing inside. He frowned slightly and lowered his head to confirm. Then he saw three small bottles lined up by the bed. In the innermost was a light blue brocade bag, which had been cleaned of dust. In one corner was embroidered a blooming moonflower the size of a fingernail.

"Are you looking for this?" Wan Tao stroked the hair by her ears, not daring to look into Zi Jian's eyes. "The situation was critical yesterday, and I was unable to pack up. I had this treasure bag, so I put it here temporarily. Whichever one you need, I'll give it to you!"

Zi Jian's mind flashed with the image of Wan Tao taking out the medicine powder from her bosom without hesitation. It was as if she had known about it long ago. And these three small bottles and the brocade bag were made by Xing He. At that time, his eyesight was not good, and the wounds on his body needed frequent application of medicine, so it became difficult to take the medicine powder.

One day, Xinghe came back from outside and hurriedly handed three small bottles to Zijian. He lifted his fingers to touch their shapes and couldn't help but whisper in his ear: "Did you feel it? There are many small flowers on this small bottle, this one is grass, and the other one is the moon. I put them all in this bag for you to carry with you. You must remember them."

He remembered it all. Even though his eyes had healed, even though time had passed quickly, even though Xinghe had left, he still kept this habit.

Once the seeds of doubt are planted, they are bound to sprout.

Zi Jian gave up the signal, and moved to the side with difficulty, put away the brocade bag embroidered with moonlight flowers and put it against his chest, saying: "I am seriously injured, I am afraid I can't go far, why don't you find a place to rest for a few days before going. This matter has nothing to do with the girl, you can't be implicated by it, here is some silver to hire a carriage to take you back."

cough cough-

As soon as he finished speaking, he started coughing violently again and his face turned pale.

"There's nowhere to go anyway, so I'll walk with you for a while."

After that, Wan Tao lowered her head, tightened her clothes, and walked out of the door with help. The sun outside was bright and bright, and the wind today was starting to get bone-chillingly cold.

"and many more."

Wan Tao called him, tilted her head to take off a hairband, and stood on tiptoe to cover Zi Jian's eyes.

Zi Jian lowered his head and let her do whatever she wanted.

"The sun is too bright, so be careful. I'll hold you, let's go."

Finally, the two rented an abandoned house from a villager in a remote corner of the village. Fortunately, it was close to a bamboo forest and no one came and went on weekdays. Although it was a bit old, it had everything it needed.

It's enough to recuperate. You can recover 70% to 80% in half a month at most. Then you can get back on track.