Reborn to overthrow the throne, I became the new emperor's dark moonlight

His eyes flickered slightly, "Do you know what kind of food Aunt Yan made?"

Fubao thought about it and said hesitantly, "It might be braised food. Aunt Yan always makes braised food for us every time she comes to visit us.

Mother said that Auntie Yan's braised food was no worse than that of restaurants, but Auntie Yan scoffed and said that no one else was worthy of her cooking and that she would only settle down if she found someone she could entrust her life to..."

Hearing this, the old man suddenly smacked his lips and blurted out, "Ayan learned the skill of making brine from the old imperial chef in the palace."

Three pairs of eyes looked at the old man.

The old man swallowed and asked, "Did I say anything again?"

The three nodded.

The old man scratched his head again and said, "I forgot."

"Ayan's braised food is unique. She learned it from the old imperial physician in the palace."

Su Heting reminded him.

A gurgling sound was heard, it was the old man's stomach rumbling.

He touched his stomach and thought, "Braised food! He really wants to eat it."

But when he met three pairs of eyes, he knew he had to try hard to remember something. He thought for a long time, with a frown on his face, but he really couldn't think of anything.

He cursed viciously, "That bastard has wiped out the old man's memory. When he remembers it again, I will bury his head in the cesspool."

On the endless grassland.

A man sneezed twice in succession. His attendants were about to put a cloak on him, but he raised his hand to stop them.

"Be careful these days and don't let anyone talk about the Central Plains in front of my wife, especially about the King of Xinjiang North."

His eyes were distant and his expression was sharp.

"Yes."

The attendant quickly responded, "I will personally monitor it."

The man nodded and glanced at the cloak in the attendant's hand. "Go and see if the lady is awake."

The follower received the order and was about to turn around when he saw a middle-aged woman wrapped in a white cloak walking slowly towards him.

The man seemed to sense something and turned around. The coldness in his eyes suddenly disappeared, replaced by a gentle warmth. He walked closer to the woman and said, "It's going to snow. The temperature has dropped a lot recently. Why don't you get some more sleep?"

The woman chastised him and took the cloak from the attendant. "You're still blaming me! You knew it was cold, but you didn't know how to keep warm. If you catch a cold, I don't know who will suffer."

The man bent down to allow her to tie his cloak, and then he took the woman's hands in his palms and placed them inside the cloak.

He laughed and said, "I felt a little better today, so I wanted to go out for a walk. Who would have thought that my body would be so weak."

The woman immediately became nervous, "Are you feeling unwell?"

The attendant hurriedly said, "Master, you have been sneezing repeatedly just now. Perhaps it was the cold wind that came in. I want you to put on a thick cloak. I am worried that if I bend down to pick flowers, I will dirty the cloak you made."

"Cough cough cough..."

It seemed as if the attendant's cough triggered a coughing switch. After a long cough, the man finally scolded, "You're the only one who talks too much."

The woman patted his back and said, "You are disobedient and don't allow him to complain. If your clothes are dirty, I will make you another one. But what if your old illness comes back?

And what does it matter whether I pick the flowers or not? If I want to see them, I can go out and see them. Health is the most important thing."

The man pulled her into his arms and said, "You're not as fragile as you think. You've been fine all these years."

"Where is it?"

Thinking of the man's usual frail appearance, the woman lowered her eyes with a guilty look, "It's all my fault. If I hadn't fed you poison, you wouldn't have ended up like this..."

"Hui'er."

The man interrupted her, "We agreed not to mention the past anymore. I have never blamed you.

As long as I have you by my side for the rest of my life, giving up my health is nothing. Just don't despise me."

The woman sighed, "You became like this because of me, how could I dislike you.

It's my own fault that I've caused trouble for my parents, you and the Zhou family, and I can't even protect my two children."

Her voice gradually became lower. Perhaps she really was an unlucky person, and anyone who got close to her would be unlucky.

A trace of pity flashed across the man's eyes, and he wrapped her tightly in his cloak.

After a long while, he finally said, "Hui'er, let's have a child. This child will take the place of his two older brothers and be filial to you in the future."

"I'm that age now."

The woman subconsciously refused.

No one can replace her two children, not even her own.

"I don't know how long I can stay with you in this body. When I pass away, I must leave someone by your side."

The man's voice was filled with pleading, "Hui'er, I'm over 40, and I also want to experience what it's like to be a father."

Perhaps moved by the man, the woman finally nodded.

The man was so excited that he picked up the person and spun him around. However, he started coughing again after only turning half a circle.

The woman felt distressed and scolded, "Nonsense, put me down now."

The man insisted on turning around before putting her down and whispering in her ear, "You have to exercise. How can you have a child if you can't even hold your wife?"

The woman blushed at his words and glared at him, "You're becoming more and more unruly. If you feel unwell later, I won't pay any attention to you.

Wait here, I'll get you some hot milk."

The attendant wanted to speak, and he went to get it.

The man stopped her with a look.

After the woman walked away, the man stretched his shoulders, stood straight, and the sick look on his face was no longer there.

He asked, "How's the investigation into Doctor Ge's whereabouts going?"

"We've found out his wife, Zhiniang, is from Weibo. I heard he has deep feelings for her. Perhaps she's been hiding in Weibo for all these years. Our people have already gone there."

The man nodded and said, "Hurry up, he has an outstanding appearance and is too eye-catching. If he is hiding, he must hide his true appearance.

But he is good at being a doctor, so he can look for people based on his medical skills.

You guys hurry up, once my wife is pregnant, my illness should gradually get better."

The attendants bowed in response.

The man looked at the white figure gradually walking towards him, his shoulders drooping slightly without any expression, and waved his hand, signaling his followers to retreat.

On the other hand, the old man was touched by Fubao's crying that day, and he actively cooperated with the treatment afterwards.

That day, as soon as the group settled down at the inn, the old man went to the room of the barefoot man.

Pointing to his head, he said, "Quick, give him a few more injections, and maybe the old man will remember."

Fubao's crying made his heart ache. Even though he still couldn't remember the past, he was no longer as confused as before.

If Fubao's parents were really his disciples, and they died so tragically, then he, as their master, was a very incompetent one.

He is not a good master either, as he made Fubao cry so sadly.

He had to remember quickly and help Fubao and the others get revenge. Besides, maybe Ayan was also his disciple.

If someone harms Asong and the others, will someone also harm Ayan?

The old man had never been so eager to recall the past.

Laibajiao touched his newly grown short hair and said helplessly, "Treatment requires gradual and appropriate treatment, not the more acupuncture the better."

The old man sighed, "Then what other options do you think we can adopt?"

"Stimulate."

Laibajiao said, "We will reach Jiangning in two days. Perhaps Grand Tutor Zhou will know something."

He vaguely knew what Qiao Xi and the others had guessed about the old man's identity.

But the old man didn't know about this.

He rubbed his ribs with his hands in annoyance, "What if he doesn't recognize the old man?"

Grand Tutor Zhou used to be a high-ranking official, so how could he know a crazy old man like me whose origins were unknown?

The old man felt that he was not a person of status.

Although he has been crazy these years, he has been running around everywhere. If he really has a prominent identity, he would have been recognized long ago.

Lai Chijiao didn't say much, but just persuaded him in a gentle tone and prescribed him some tranquilizers. Only then did the old man leave.

The old man still felt uneasy after thinking about it, so he went to Su Heting and Qiao Xi's room.

As soon as I reached the door, I saw Su Heting holding Qiao Xi in his arms, and he was lowering his head as if he was kissing her.

"Oh my, oh my, I'm going to get a stye."

The old man quickly covered his eyes with his hands, but he wished his eyes could fly into the room through his fingers.

"You guys keep going, keep going. The old man's business is not urgent, not urgent, not urgent."

Although he said this, he had no intention of backing out.

Su Heting turned around and said, "Grandfather, come in."

"This...isn't this appropriate?"

Su Heting had no choice but to turn sideways.

The old man then saw clearly that it was the hairpin on Qiao Xi's head that had caught Su Heting's hair.

Su Heting took off his hairpin and freed Qiao Xi, then took the initiative to say, "The letter has been sent, but it will take time to find Ah Yan in the capital. Grandfather, please be patient, it won't be that fast."

The old man came to him for this matter, and after hearing this, he had to leave in disappointment.

Two days later, the group finally arrived at the gate of Zhou Mansion in Jiangning...