The Year of Lihua: She Was Reborn

"Wutong, you've also seen my eldest brother's behavior. There's nothing else in his eyes except that little girl Hua Ye."

As Xu Fu spoke, he took the dishes and chopsticks from her hand, then turned and walked forward.

Wutong shook his head helplessly, raised his hand behind his back and waved it several times, but in the end it didn't land on his back.

"Fifth Prince, I know what's going on. I'm not blind. I hope you won't repeat the same thing over and over again. I, Wutong Yuan, am not stupid, and I wouldn't do something so immoral as to ruin someone's marriage."

She said what she was thinking in one breath, then quickly stepped forward, snatched the dishes and chopsticks from his hands, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Xu Fu looked at his empty hands, waved them self-deprecatingly, then put them behind his back and smiled.

"Alas, every time I encounter something like this, I just avoid it. But even so, I will make the same mistake again next time. I don't know when I can truly let go of my big brother..."

He sighed helplessly, and the sigh seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his heart, heavy and long.

With this sigh, his figure gradually became blurred and finally disappeared in Langfang.

Wutong watched him leave, and the anger in her heart gradually dissipated. She turned around, trying to find his trace, but found that he was no longer in the same place.

"According to his usual habits, he would definitely follow me closely, not leaving my side. But why is he doing this today..."

Wutong was thinking secretly in his heart, his eyes wandering as he looked around Langfang.

She tried to recall what had just happened and wanted to find out why he left.

However, the thoughts in her mind were like a tangled mess that she couldn't sort out. She couldn't help but feel confused and uneasy.

Wutong decided not to dwell on it anymore. She walked into the kitchen, gently put down the dishes in her hands, then raised her feet and prepared to leave the kitchen.

At this moment, something magical happened. The pots and pans in the kitchen seemed to suddenly come to life. They automatically began to move, arrange themselves neatly, and then began to wash.

All she could hear was a clanging sound, crisp and rhythmic. Wutong looked at the scene in surprise. She had never seen these pots and pans so "active".

After a while, when she pushed open the kitchen door again, it looked brand new inside, with all the items neatly arranged and sparkling.

Wutong widened his eyes and looked at all this in disbelief.

An inexplicable feeling of emotion welled up in her heart, as if these pots and pans were expressing their concern and support for her in their own way.

At this moment, she felt an unprecedented warmth and tranquility.

Little did they know that it was the Xu Fu who had cast a spell in the kitchen. Whenever there were dirty dishes, the automatic cleaning function would be activated.

Outside the gate of Qicheng, Zuo Yun personally arranged for several doctors with superb medical skills to carefully examine the injuries and illnesses of the refugees, and take effective measures to control them to prevent the outbreak of the plague.

At the same time, he ordered the burning of large amounts of dried mugwort, allowing them to burn around the refugee camp to form a smoke barrier.

Suddenly, the entire camp was enveloped by the fragrance of mugwort, and ordinary mosquitoes did not dare to get close.

This fresh fragrance not only dispels unpleasant odors, but also brings people a sense of tranquility and peace of mind.

Zuo Yun then directed everyone to line up in an orderly manner to receive clean water for wiping their bodies. He especially reminded them to pay attention to personal hygiene and keep the environment clean.

In addition, he also specially arranged some women to wash the smelly clothes that the refugees had taken off, ensuring that everyone could change into clean and tidy clothes.

Zuo Nian, who had been busy leading his men all day, finally managed to smile when he saw the refugee camp had become a bit more tidy and clean.