After I traveled through the book, I gained a humanoid pendant

"Close your eyes and take a nap."

Ni Yangzhou held a bowl of black medicinal soup and spoke to Min Liu who was sitting on the bed.

"It's like a dream, don't worry."

Ni Yangzhou racked his brains, but could only think of these two repetitive words of comfort, because he was not completely sure either.

Min Liu sat on Ni Yangzhou's bed. His brother was sometimes very careful in doing things, and sometimes very rough. This time the eye replacement happened on an ordinary day, but having learned the introductory Taoist mantras for several years, he knew that his brother had set up a magic circle.

Ordinary people cannot come in.

It seems that my brother cares a lot about anything that is related to him.

Min Liu's cheek turned a little red. He took the medicine with both hands and drank it all up.

Ni Yangzhou was not very satisfied with the appearance of the sleeping pills he made, but he believed that the efficacy should be fine. Seeing the young man's red face, he thought that he was red because of fear or excitement.

"Go to sleep." Ni Yangzhou patted Min Liu's shoulder, pushed him down, straightened him and pressed him on the bed. He shook the thin quilt and wrapped him tightly.

Wherever Min Liu was touched by those hands seemed to be slightly hot, and her face became even redder, but her body was very obedient and she lay down tightly and tightly following the force.

"You don't have a cold?"

Ni Yangzhou looked at Min Liu's increasingly red face and reached out to touch her forehead.

"……without."

Min Liu originally wanted to tell Ni Yangzhou about the dream he had last night, but he was told to take medicine and sleep since he arrived, so he didn't have the time to say it. Min Liu thought it wouldn't be too late to tell him after he woke up.

"Then why is your face so red?"

Ni Yangzhou was a little hesitant. Does that mean he can’t have surgery if he has a cold?

Min Liu held his breath for two seconds and said:

"hot."

"Okay." Ni Yangzhou loosened the quilt that was wrapped tightly around him a little, went to the yard to put out the charcoal stove where medicine was burning, and then turned back to the house.

Min Liu had been following Ni Yangzhou's figure with his eyes, but the effect of the medicine quickly took effect.

When Ni Yangzhou turned around and went back into the house, Min Liu could only see his silhouette in a green robe, which looked like an elusive morning mist in front of the brown wooden window.

The darkness came as expected.

Ni Yangzhou put on a homemade cotton mask, washed his hands, and stood in front of the bed for a long time...

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Min Liu was dreaming again.

The self in the dream also started with opening my eyes, but this time, the familiar light yellow gauze curtain was no longer above my head.

But it is a dark-colored tarpaulin.

The surroundings were not quiet. There was a faint clanging sound of soldiers' armor walking. He slowly raised his body and moved freely. He did not feel that there was anything strange about the surrounding environment.

The square tent with pointed corners was designed to be the residence of senior generals during wartime to facilitate marching and loading and unloading.

Just as I sat up, a loud announcement came from outside the tent:

"Sir, Commander Zhang wants to see you."

This was the first time I made a sound in my dream.

It is indeed yours.

"Please come in."

In the dream, Min Liu put on his shoes and clothes, and arrived at the door before the curtain of the tent was lifted.

Min Liu knew that he was dreaming, but when he heard the familiar surname, he suddenly thought of Mr. Zhang who had taught him for many years.

The curtain was opened, and the person who came in was not an old man.

But a young civil servant.

In the dream, I was very familiar with the other person. The civil servant came in with his head lowered. The heavy curtain immediately dropped due to gravity. The man brushed off the thin snow on his shoulders, took the wine bag handed to him and took three big gulps.

When he looked up after drinking, half of his face had some color left on it.

Min Liu took a closer look and found that he looked three points similar to Mr. Zhang.

Min Liu wanted to open his mouth in surprise, but his dream was not under his control.

"Brother Bingzhu, is there any news?"

He put down the wine bag and returned to the couch. The person opposite him didn't pay much attention to it. He followed him to the charcoal stove and started a fire:

"It's better to have no news."

Zhang Bingzhu looked back at the person sitting upright:

"When my uncle was alive, he said that the Rong and Di tribes were ambitious. They were fine in good years, but if the weather was bad, they would come to us to rob us."

"It's just..." Zhang Bingzhu raised one hand and pointed upwards, not saying the emperor's name. He seemed respectful, but his movements seemed a bit lazy and perfunctory:

"…I thought it was just a minor incident and never paid any attention to it."

"Now it's good. When spring comes, we know to buy cows. When the New Year is coming, we know to make money. When someone dies, we remember to buy coffin."

"This tribe has come to our doorstep, so we sent people to stop them."

He talked a lot of small talk and didn't stutter at all.

The me in the dream didn’t laugh, but just replied gently:

"Prime Minister Zhang has foresight."

"You are the only one who still calls him uncle. Back then, everyone wanted to spit on him."

In the dream, Min Liu pointed at the table with his index finger and did not respond. After a while, Zhang Bingzhu approached the couch, still rubbing his hands back and forth to keep warm. He stopped complaining and said solemnly:

"This time, a letter came from the capital saying that the Fourth Prince volunteered to come and help."

Min Liu paused for a moment, tapping his fingers gently.

"The prince didn't come?"

"I was going to come originally, but was persuaded to stop by the old ministers who supported the group," Zhang Bingzhu pointed to the sky again, "...I was worried that his eldest son would be in charge of the army after he left, and he would be threatened."

The old emperor had forced his way to the throne when he was young. Even though the current crown prince was respectful and even a little pedantic, he was still worried.

Zhang Bingzhu moved closer and said, "Also, I don't know which old Taoist said that he heard the first prize in the spring hunt, and the prey must not be killed alive, and they must be provided to that Yuan Jiadao who ascended to heaven a long time ago to bless the country's fortune."

"It's been so many years, can we protect ourselves by offering sacrifices to a Taoist priest? Then hundreds of thousands of enemies will die on their own? How ridiculous."

Min Liu listened to the other party's indignant rebuke, but his heart did not fluctuate much.

Stupid, suspicious, greedy, cowardly, cruel, and unscrupulous, such a group of people would not be too surprised at any trouble they caused.

In the dream, I listened to the whistling wind outside the tent and asked again, "Do you know the name of that Taoist priest?"

Zhang Bingzhu put his hands into his sleeves, not looking like a handsome and refined scholar at all. He hunched his head like a simple old farmer who was worried about food.

"like……"

"I think his Buddhist name is something like The Great Sage Equaling Heaven."