Senior brother is so awesome!

The following is the main text of the novel "{?$article_title?}" ({?$jieqi_title?}) provided by {?$jieqi_sitename?}. Please enjoy! "Junior sister has had another episode?" a very magnetic voice said.

"Moon Cicada has been having these episodes since it was little; it'll be fine in a bit," a voice said nonchalantly.

Yang Shanshan tried to open her eyes, but couldn't manage it several times. Finally, after a lot of effort, she could barely see a blurry image.

When Zhu Mingquan saw her open her eyes, he knew that the attack had passed and he felt relieved. He smiled and said, "My little junior sister is awake? Are you hungry? I made you some plain noodles. Would you like some?"

Yang Shanshan's eyes had adjusted to the light. She stared intently at the warm-smiling man before her—or rather, the handsome man with the warm smile. His long, narrow, smiling eyes sparkled with a captivating light, his nose was high and straight, and his thin lips curved into a gentle line. She liked him so much…

Situ Ze was a little anxious when he saw his usually silly junior sister staring intently at his second senior brother, Zhu Mingquan. Had his junior sister gone mad? Although she had been sick since childhood, with occasional convulsions and a somewhat dull mind, she wasn't usually this stupid. What should he do?

In her anxiety, she disregarded her usual indifference, strode forward, pushed aside her second senior brother, and began shaking Yang Shanshan, muttering, "Junior sister, you can't be stupid! Wake up, wake up!"

Yang Shanshan felt nauseous from being shaken, but her mind cleared up, and she yelled, "Stop shaking me! I'm awake! I'm awake! Help!"

At this moment, Nangong Xu, who was sitting quietly by the Eight Immortals table, chuckled: "Alright, Fourth Junior Brother, if you keep shaking Junior Sister, she'll really go crazy!"

Situ Ze then released his grip, looking at Yang Shanshan with surprise and suspicion: "Are you alright? Are you okay?"

Yang Shanshan composed herself and then recognized the violent thugs. "You're the stupid one! You attacked without even asking what happened. Do you know how strong you are?" she said, rubbing her arm that had been gripped so tightly.

Suddenly, an eerie silence fell over the room. When Yang Shanshan, with her thick skin, looked up, she saw three men staring at her in disbelief, as if they were looking at a monster.

"What are you looking at! Is there something on my face?!" Emma, ​​that look gave me goosebumps.

The gentle, handsome guy from before was the first to react, "Junior sister, are you cured? Can you recognize me?"

Yang Shanshan's scalp tightened instantly. She turned her head blankly and saw a beautifully carved and painted screen, an antique eight-immortal table, and three men dressed as men—long hair? Jade crowns? Clothes from an ancient drama? What was going on? She was speechless, wondering where and in what dynasty the judge had banished her. Had she time-traveled? Good heavens, she had time-traveled!

--split line--

Finally, thanks to Situ Ze's promotion, everyone put down what they were doing and gathered in this room. Everyone stared at Yang Shanshan as if she were a monster, as if trying to see that she was different from usual. She couldn't stand these gazes, so she moved little by little to the foot of the bed, curled up into a ball, and tried to minimize her presence.

In the stillness of the night, a man saved her. Yang Shanshan later learned that this man was Ye Xianqing, the master of this body, and the man destined to be entangled with her for life.

Her thick eyebrows were slightly raised, and beneath her long, slightly curled eyelashes were a pair of eyes as vast as the setting sun, seemingly seeing through all the joys, sorrows, greed, and anger of the world. Her black hair was tied with a white ribbon, and she wore a snow-white silk dress. A long white silk tassel was tied around her waist, with a piece of mutton-fat jade attached, and a soft, light gauze draped over it. Yang Shanshan was completely captivated by her beauty.

After carefully taking her pulse, Ye Xianqing's expression changed from solemn to a faint smile. "Chan'er's illness is cured. It's really strange. But to be able to cure an old ailment of more than ten years is quite an opportunity." After saying that, he looked at Yang Shanshan with a kind look in his eyes.

Uncle, what kind of look is that? Am I not your daughter? I just think you're so handsome I want to date you. If you were your daughter, I'd probably run you over.