After my soul traveled to ancient times, I don't want to be cannon fodder

I think there should be no body left by now.

If she could travel back in time, how would she go?

Is it the body and the person? After all, the original owner has been reincarnated.

Or is it just like when he traveled through time, that his soul and consciousness traveled through time and then attached themselves to other people with soul-leaving syndrome?

Thinking of this, Zhong Ning suddenly felt an inexplicable aversion to traveling through time and space to return to her hometown, because she thought of one thing: even if she could travel through time and space in the end, could she really return to her original world?

Zhong Ning thought for a moment but couldn't find the answer, but there was no rush to go back. Now that she had taken away two golden fingers, she only needed to take away one more to complete the fusion.

But she wondered if she could meet this last one later.

Let her stay in this world for a few more decades.

However, if we really let it go, how much luck will this world lose?

Never mind, there is no solution to this problem, and it doesn’t mean that she will be sent away immediately after depriving three of her abilities successfully. At least, Heaven should give her some breathing space.

If she can't figure it out, she won't think about it anymore. Many things can't be solved just by thinking about them.

Zhong Ning walked quickly to the bed where Fang Ping was lying. She thought she would see a sick and unconscious young man, but she didn't expect that at that night, the sick young man actually opened his big eyes and stared at her.

Zhong Ning was startled for a moment, then looked carefully. These eyes were still the gentle and kind ones, but at this moment, they exuded a clear and stupid light.

"Do you still recognize who I am?" Zhong Ning sat down in front of the bed and asked softly.

Fang Ping's forehead was wrapped in white gauze, indicating that he had suffered a serious head injury. His memory was intermittent, and he was in and out of coma from time to time.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a beautiful woman in plain clothes looking at him with a gentle smile and watery eyes.

A shadow flashed through Fang Ping's mind, a blurry yet slender shadow. The shadow gradually overlapped with the person in front of him, who was now looking at him with sad eyes.

Seeing that he seemed to be stunned, Zhong Ning also knew that it was because of her impatience, and then she said word by word: "Remember, I am your sister!"

Fang Ping tried to prop himself up and get up, but Zhong Ning quickly stuffed a pillow behind his back and let him sit on the bed with his back against the bunk bed wall.

"Sister?" Fang Ping tilted his head and whispered these two words softly. Zhong Ning felt a surge of comfort. "Yes, it's sister!"

"Sister knows you are injured, so I brought you some medicine." Zhong Ning turned her palm over and half of a elixir appeared, and she handed it over directly.

The first half was taken by Emperor Yong, and the second half was given to Fang Ping.

It is still the original formula. Half a pill is enough to repair internal injuries, while external injuries are visible to others. Otherwise, it would be too unusual for such a serious injury to heal overnight.

"Take this and your headache will go away..." Zhong Ning patiently and tenderly handed the medicine to Fang Ping's lips. Fang Ping looked at Zhong Ning with clear eyes, then looked at the medicine, then opened his mouth and swallowed the medicine.

Zhong Ning then made a cup of tea and said, "Drink another cup of tea to help digestion."

Fang Ping nodded blankly and drank the tea in one gulp.

Zhong Ning smiled, so good!

She couldn't help but touch Fang Ping's head, but when she realized it was inappropriate, she immediately retracted it, coughed lightly, and said, "Now, lie down and sleep. You'll be fine tomorrow!"

"Oh!" Fang Ping lay down obediently, "Thank you, sister!"

"You're welcome. Just close your eyes. When you open them again, it will be daybreak and you'll be fine... Your headache will go away, your injuries will stop hurting, and our Xiao Fang will recover and be safe..."

Fang Ping slowly closed his eyes as she whispered softly.

After confirming that he was asleep, Zhong Ning slowly retreated. She came and left silently, and no one knew she had been there.

It was not until the next morning, when the sky was slightly bright, that Fang Ping opened his eyes. His gaze was blank, and then slowly returned to normal.

He stared at the direction of the tent, recalling his memory of someone sitting there last night, smiling at him and telling him that the pain would go away after taking the medicine.

He touched his head wrapped in white cloth, then touched his heart again, whispering two words: Sister!

"Master...Master, you're awake..." Lu Xiaowan cried with joy as she watched Fang Ping open his eyes early in the morning with a clear expression. "Master, Xiaowan knew you would be fine..."

"Doctor... Doctor... The young master is awake, please come and see him..." Pao Xiaowan ran outside and shouted loudly. Then an old imperial physician with half white hair came running over with a medicine box on his back, muttering as he ran, "I told you to call the imperial physician..."

The imperial physician trotted all the way to Fang Ping's bedside and carefully felt his pulse. His expression grew increasingly serious, and he frowned, as if in disbelief.

In just one night, the blood clots in the brain seemed to have disappeared.

But, how is this possible?

The imperial physician trembled as he announced the result. Pao Xiaowan happily grabbed Fang Ping's hand and said in surprise, "Master, did you hear that? You're fine now, you're alright..."

Fang Ping frowned, pulled his hand back, and then asked warily, "Who are you?"

Probably because he had fallen off his horse and hit a rock, he had been in a semi-comatose state during this period. When Zhong Ning found out, he took him back in time.

It was not like in the novel, where he lost his memory and lived in the village for two or three years, and sparked love with the heroine.

So his impression of Lu Xiaowan was vague and unfamiliar.

When Lu Xiaowan heard Fang Ping's first words to her, they were "Who are you?" She was so angry that she burst into tears.

Then she stomped her feet and ran out crying.

And on Zhong Ning's side.

As soon as he came back in the middle of the night, he was blocked by Qi Yu. He had to explain for a long time before he could coax him into smiling.

Because of this incident, Zhong Ning's original promise to teach him a lesson and punish him never came to fruition. Qi Yu felt a little regretful. If he had known earlier, he would not have put on a stern face and scared the little girl.

In the early morning, Qi Yu hugged the sleeping beauty tightly in his arms, and couldn't help but kiss her gently, touching her forehead like a dragonfly touching the water.

Even though he held her in his arms, he still felt uneasy. This uneasiness was not because she had other men, but because she seemed like she might leave at any time.

Yes, this feeling has been lingering in his heart since the two confirmed their relationship.

His little girl seemed like a mystery.

A mystery that could disappear at any moment.

Countless times he dreamed of them walking hand in hand in a peach blossom forest, but in the blink of an eye, the tightly clasped hands disappeared between heaven and earth.

No matter how hard he looked, he couldn't find it.

Qi Yu held her tightly in his arms, as if only in this way could he convince himself that she was right in front of him and she had never disappeared!

It's all his own imagination!