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

Wantao and Zijian finally settled down. At last, they had a roof over their heads to shelter from the wind and rain, and her heart gradually calmed down.

Now that Wan Ning and Ziheng have reunited, there are naturally people protecting her, so she doesn't have to worry. At present, Zijian's injuries are serious. When he recovers, she will have nothing to worry about, and she can leave then.

The next morning, Wan Tao finally stayed with Zi Jian until he fell asleep for a few hours. She woke up in the middle of the night and heard his mumbling. Wan Tao's left arm was numb, so she forced herself to lean over the bed to listen. He kept repeating the name of the girl he missed: "Xing He."

"Xinghe," Wantao said self-deprecatingly, "You are so lucky."

Just as she was about to stand up, Zijian suddenly grabbed her wrist, and her numb half body lost support and fell down, with her entire upper body pressed on him. Wantao immediately went to check the wound anxiously, fortunately there was no bleeding, just at this time Zijian, who was still dazed, took her waist and hugged her.

She was very thin, with a waist much thinner than that of an average person, so she could easily wrap her arms around him with some room to spare. Wan Tao immediately held her breath and deliberately raised her hands for fear of pressing on the wound.

"Xinghe, is that you, Xinghe? You came to see me."

Wan Tao listened quietly, without saying a word.

"Xinghe, I really want to open my eyes and see what you look like, but my eyelids are so heavy." Zijian fumbled and held Wantao's fingers, mumbling and continuing to mutter: "Xinghe, I know it's you, Xinghe."

The sadness in Wan Tao's eyes was unbearable. Her red and sour eyes moved over every inch of his face. Her breathing gradually became rapid. She couldn't help but touch his eyebrows, eyes, nose bridge, and white lips with the fingertips of her other hand. She couldn't suppress the impulse in her heart. She held his cheek with her palm and rubbed his lips with the tip of her thumb.

Wan Tao tiptoed out of his embrace, stood by the bed and leaned closer, their faces gradually approaching. So, holding her breath, the hot air from Zi Jian penetrated through the veil until their noses were about to touch.

Zi Jian suddenly opened his eyes, his long black eyelashes fluttering, and his eyes met Wan Tao's.

"Miss Wantao, have you ever been to Lu Village?"

Lu Village, that was where he and Xinghe once lived. The small house by the river is still well kept by him.

Wan Tao dodged her gaze and touched his temperature with her forehead, then pretended to be calm and stood up: "You still have a fever, the medicine is already boiling, you can drink it later."

"You haven't answered me yet. Have you ever been to Lu Village?" Zi Jian kept asking.

Wan Tao smiled under her veil and replied, "Never. There are so many cities and villages in Chu Country, and I have been to very few places. As for Lu Village, I have never heard of it. Why do you ask this? Has anyone ever lived there?"

Zijian forced himself to sit up, staring at Wantao's back, and nodded, "Yes, I miss her a lot."

Wan Tao continued to work with her back to him, and said in a brisk tone: "The person you miss must be very important. How could you not recognize her? I have been in the palace since I was a child. I have never been to Lu Village and I have never known anyone from Lu Village. Master Zijian, if you want to find her, I can ask the princess for help."

When Zi saw the light in his eyes go out, he clenched his fists and pressed them against the bed, lowered his head and whispered to himself, "Yes, how could I not recognize her?"

At this time, Wan Tao had already poured the medicine that was boiling on the fire into a bowl, held it in front of Zimian, and comforted him, "You just miss her too much. I think she must be somewhere missing you too. Drink the medicine quickly, and you can go find her when you get better."

Bitter medicine, such as coptis root, is not as bitter as the bitterness in the heart. Zijian picked up the bowl and drank the medicine in it to suppress the bitterness in his heart.

This medicine has a side effect - drowsiness. Wan Tao rarely has her own time, so she took this opportunity to tidy up the outside of this old house, especially around the fence, she weeded and turned the soil, preparing to plant some vegetables and flowers. Winter was approaching, and she didn't expect anything to grow, it was just a thought.

Besides, they hadn’t lived here long enough to wait for the seeds to germinate. They also thought that if they were lucky enough to wait until next spring, these seeds that had been dormant for a season might bloom.

After a few days, Zijian gradually began to recover but still slowly, and began to do some training in the woods behind him. Wantao was in the fenced yard and heard the commotion in the village, as if something big had happened. She was worried that the people who were chasing Zijian had found this place, so she quietly went to inquire, only to see that the villagers had gathered in a circle, shouting and killing the people inside.

Listening carefully, the villagers shouted: "It was this liar and thief who stole a whole pot of steamed buns from my house. They were freshly baked and they were this big."

The villager raised his hand to make a circle as big as his face, and then said aggrievedly: "I steamed it with great effort, but I didn't even get to eat a single bite. That scoundrel ate it all."

"There hasn't been a thief in our village for so many years. We must send him to see the authorities."

The man begged for mercy, "You can't report it to the authorities. You can't report it to the authorities."

"Why does this person's voice sound so familiar?" Wan Tao thought to herself as she gradually squeezed into the crowd.

"If you don't report to the police, you will have to pay me. One tael of silver for each bun. It's up to you to decide how much to pay." The man became furious and asked for a big price.

"I don't have money, I won't give it to you."

The villagers dragged him to the police and said, "If you don't pay, then follow me to see the police! Come quickly!"

Wan Tao successfully squeezed to the front row and finally saw the man's face clearly. It was the nonsense-talking doctor Hu. He looked ragged, with only one shoe on his foot, and someone had cut half of his beard off. He looked very disheveled.

"I'll give it to him," the crowd made way for her, and Wan Tao walked to the center smoothly: "Brother, I'll give the money to him. He looks quite pitiful, and he must be really hungry."

As if seeing a savior, Dr. Hu immediately stood up and hid behind Wan Tao until Wan Tao took out the silver and the crowd left. He then acted arrogant, straightened his back and cursed: "You are such a robber, what a shabby bun is so expensive! Thank you Miss Wan Tao, I didn't expect to see you here again after a quick farewell in Nanye City. How is your young lady?"

Wan Tao smiled helplessly, this man was really shameless. It was clearly he who abandoned her first in Nanye City, but now he could still greet her as if nothing had happened.

"It's okay. Don't try to get close to me. I saved you because I have something for you to do."

Doctor Hu's expression changed immediately and he retracted his smile: "Miss Wantao, you really learned bad things from your young lady. Tell me what it is, and let me see if I can do it."

So Wantao brought Doctor Hu to her residence, and happened to run into Zijian walking out of the woods. He was still very weak and sweat was oozing from his forehead.

"Who is this?" Zi Jian asked.

Doctor Hu stared at Zijian's appearance in a trance. After a while, he called out tentatively: "Qingfeng? It's Qingfeng, right? I saved your life. I didn't expect to meet you here!"