Hidden in the court

Tan Yuewan helped Zhao Yao clean up the house in a familiar manner. Zhao Yao boiled water but did not help, just quietly watching her running around.

Tan Yuewan looked at his reaction from time to time and thought to herself, this attitude is not right.

After finally finishing cleaning, I just sat down and a cup of tea was placed in front of me.

"Thank you."

I have been busy all day, not to mention whether I am tired or not. I have been squatting since morning until now, and I haven't drunk a sip of water. My throat is already smoking, but I don't care about my image, I immediately raise my head and drink it.

Of course, this looking up has other uses, as if it is trying to show something.

However, it was precisely because of this tilt of her head that she didn't notice Zhao Yao's eyes rolling up to the sky.

"Ugh~"

Suddenly, Zhao Yao covered his mouth and tried to walk out, "Sorry..."

This made Tan Yuewan stunned for a moment, and then she looked at the back of the person leaving, without reacting for a long time.

Is he...sick?

No, what does he mean? Is he doing this on purpose? I am already like this!

But think about it, Zhao Yao is a good man in the original plot, not to mention someone who is blinded by lust. It's good that she has tested his sense of propriety. She is very experienced in dealing with such people. Moreover, he is not a time traveler, so it is easy for him to deal with such a stubborn old man.

As he thought about it, he naturally stretched out his hand, spread out his five fingers, and slowly clenched into a fist.

Zhao Yao also came back at this time.

"Sorry, I just came back from a bumpy ride, and I didn't eat anything, so my stomach is a bit upset."

Tan Yuewan didn't believe all of this. It was obvious that she couldn't stand it.

"Then I'll go cook for you, just wait and eat. I've been practicing for a long time since you left last time, let me show you my cooking skills."

After saying that, he rushed out without waiting for Zhao Yao to respond.

Zhao Yao raised his hand and stopped in mid-air, "Hey, three, two..."

"Um...which room is the kitchen?"

"The one with the firewood piled at the door..."

Zhao Yao sat down in the yard and sipped his tea slowly.

Why is there no movement at all? Am I really an idiot?

Tan Yuewan, who was holding firewood at the door, was in no mood to cook at the moment. She said she was cooking just to show off. Logically, he should come in at this moment, stop her and take over the work in her hands. Then she could put down the heavy work and help him. Then it would be the kind of "peaceful pastoral life like a couple", which was the most useful scene to deal with people like Zhao Yao.

Wait, not only did you not come to help, but you also sat there drinking tea, pretending you didn’t see anything, right?

"Clang-"

Before she could think of where to go, the gate of the yard was violently kicked open and Ji Mingshang walked in in a nonchalant manner.

"You are alone, locking the door in broad daylight. What are you doing?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a clanging sound attracted his attention. He saw firewood scattered all over the ground and his "good fellow" lying on the ground.

Looking at Lao Zhao's face which was as black as the bottom of a pot, he immediately slid over, helped the man up and started shaking.

"Fuck, why are you so easily frightened? You can't be in any way! He will kill me... Wake up, I beg you."

"Huh? No!"

Ji Mingshang suddenly felt that something was wrong with his hand. Don't get me wrong, this person felt like plasticine and was deformed when he pinched him.

No, I didn't pinch her. She was just deforming herself!

Immediately afterwards, under Ji Mingshang's strange and slightly frightened gaze, Tan Yuewan's appearance changed drastically.

"Old Zhao, what's going on?"

……

I don't know how long it took, but I struggled to raise my eyelids, and I felt a strong light hit me, and pictures gradually appeared in my eyes.

It's like this again. Alas... I don't know where he has gone this time?

While thinking about it, he still struggled to push himself up and sat up.

"This bed and quilt..."

Just when I was wondering whose house this was, a gentle voice came.

"Miss Tan is awake?"

Before she could turn her head to see clearly, a familiar voice sounded again: "Yo yo yo, what the hell... 'Miss Tan, you're awake~' We have known each other for many years, are you just concerned? You are obviously interested in..."

Seeing that Ji Mingshang was endless, Zhao Yao had no choice but to use the "Staring" skill again and successfully achieved a silencing effect.

Tan Heng gradually realized that it was the first time she met Zhao Yao, but she knew Ji Mingshang.

"My Lord, please forgive me for laughing at you. I have had this amnesia since I was a child. I can't remember what happened now. Please tell me."

"Okay, okay. Actually, I'm not too sure. You should let him tell you. This is still his house."

After saying that, he nudged Zhao Yao next to him with his shoulder. Seeing him like this, Zhao Yao knew that he wanted to sit down and watch the show.

"Didn't I give you a prescription? Go get the medicine and boil it when you get it back."

Ji Mingshang smiled, took out a piece of paper from his bosom, and held it between his two fingers, "Want to get me out of the way? Rushuang, go get the medicine. Rushuang, Ru..."

After shouting three times, she finally reacted when she met Zhao Yao's eyes, "Damn it, I, Rushuang, am still in your Chang'an! Well, you are so cruel, I am leaving. Ah, the world is going downhill, and people are cold and indifferent~"

Tan Heng, who watched the farce quietly, did not feel confused. Instead, he felt that there was something else going on when he saw the two people fighting.

"It's nothing, actually. You must have walked to the capital by yourself because of your amnesia this time. This is my mother's ancestral home. I live here. I saw you fainted on the road, so I carried you back."

If Ji Mingshang was present, he would definitely smack his lips and sigh, "This guy can lie without blushing or beating his heart."

Zhao Yao handed over a bowl of water and a pill at the right time.

"It fell out of your body when you fainted, but the bottle is empty now. This is the last one. Is it for your amnesia?"

"Um…"

Tan Heng responded in a mosquito-like voice, swallowed the pill, and the atmosphere became dull.

In fact, she herself didn't know what to do. What should she do now? Leave this place? But now she obviously couldn't walk. Although the pill relieved the pain after her symptoms, she felt weak all over. Besides, she had run out of pills. She hadn't seen the master who gave her the pills for a long time since they last met in the capital. Maybe they would never meet again.

Now looking at this strange environment and strangers, even a strong man like Tan Heng seems to have tears in his eyes.

At this moment, Zhao Yao, who almost knew the whole story, couldn't help but feel distressed.

Suddenly he thought of what Ji Mingshang had just said to him, "You are just cheap, with a pure virgin heart!" He couldn't help laughing again.

"It's okay, don't be afraid, and don't worry. If you're okay, just stay here. This pill was given to you by Zhang Banxian, right? He's probably in the capital too, I'll look for him for you. You take a rest first, I'm going to cook, call me if you need anything."

Alas... a "good brother" who collapsed before finishing the meal, a patient, and Ji Mingshang who was eagerly waiting for a free meal.