"What are you thinking about?" Tang Wanzhuang's soft voice came from beside.
Zhao Changhe came back to his senses and smiled: "Nothing, I was distracted for a moment."
"Did Ying Wu's words remind you of something?" Tang Wanzhuang continued to feed him medicine, saying, "I also feel that your luck is extraordinary. It feels like you are heading straight to the ancient times, as if you are being guided."
Zhao Changhe frowned and drank a spoonful: "From your tone, it seems that you have had this feeling for a long time, but you don't care too much?"
Tang Wanzhuang said: "I have never encountered such a thing, so it is hard to judge what it is... and you are hiding it and not telling me, after all, you don't trust me that much..."
Zhao Changhe's face twisted like a Muggle.
The flavor of Daiyu is about to overflow.
Tang Wanzhuang said that, but she didn't seem unhappy. She continued to feed the medicine gently, "It's useless to care about it. Are you willing to give up the ancient tracing? Or even give up your own path of cultivation?"
Zhao Changhe said: "I can't give up."
"Then what's the point of thinking too much? It will only make you timid." Tang Wanzhuang smiled and said, "It's better to have a clear idea in your mind. When you really encounter related things in the future, you will have an idea and won't be caught off guard... In short, no matter what happens, only when your own practice is improved can you have room for self-selection, just like your majesty. No matter whether your majesty's current situation is good or bad, it is always his own choice."
Zhao Changhe nodded: "That's true."
"Anyway, since your majesty has set a precedent, it's for your reference. It's better than being in the dark without any reference."
Tang Wanzhuang knew her limits. No matter whether Zhao Changhe was the prince whom she wanted to support, or if he had already turned bad, he should have his own secrets and his own decisions. Whether as a subject or as someone else, all she had to do was to be an assistant.
He is just a small-tempered person and won't really ask about the truth.
In fact, there was something disrespectful in his heart that he hadn't said out loud. He felt that in this matter, Xia Longyuan was like Zhao Changhe's forerunner.
"Have you relaxed? If you are, take medicine." Tang Wanzhuang said angrily, "There is a Buddhist holy medicine that can heal the injury, but you just want to touch it twice and then you give it up. Now you have to lie down for another month. Are you comfortable?"
Zhao Changhe stared at her as she gently fed him the medicine, and he drank it in small sips. The medicine was obviously very bitter, and it was full of Tang.
"It's worth lying in bed for another month just to be able to touch you more..."
Tang Wanzhuang pretended to cover his face with the medicine bowl, and Zhao Changhe protected his face with his hands.
In fact, the medicine had run out. Tang Wanzhuang put the medicine bowl aside, angrily pulled his hand away, and took a silk scarf to wipe his mouth: "Now you are like a child who can't take care of yourself, right? Not only can you not take medicine, but you can't even wipe your mouth?"
Zhao Changhe said confidently: "I am Gu Bao. With my aunt here, what else do I need to do?"
"Who is your aunt?"
"Go out and ask everyone who doesn't know that Tang Buqi is my brother."
"Tang Buqi has never been treated like this in his life. You want to be like him, right? Okay, I'll get a broom..."
"What do you want with that?"
"Tang Buqi was beaten like this since he was a child!"
“… I’m not your relative, so I’m treated differently.”
Tang Wanzhuang viciously twirled the scarf around his mouth again and again, making him moan and murmur, then she put the scarf away contentedly and wanted to get up to clean up.
As soon as I stood up, my wrist was grabbed.
When you turn around, you will see Zhao Changhe's eyes sparkling, and he looks like he is reluctant to let you go.
Tang Wanzhuang's heart softened as well, and she said softly, "Okay, you're just like a child. I'll just clean up..."
Before he could finish his words, a strong force surged on his wrist.
Tang Wanzhuang did not resist and fell into his arms.
As a result, the idiot groaned and felt pain in his chest. Tang Wanzhuang looked up at him unhappily and said, "Do you want to play or not?"
"Play." Zhao Changhe hugged her, turned over, and easily pressed her under him, kissing her passionately.
Tang Wanzhuang closed her eyes and responded. She really was used to it now.
Sometimes I wonder if he is an expert at playing the long game and catching big fish
Yesterday, I was struggling with the idea of dual cultivation. I didn't know if I was willing to do it. If he forced her to do it, she might not agree in the end. He might not succeed, but his position in my heart would plummet. As a result, he pressed the acupoints to stop me from giving him the medicine and stuffing it completely into my mouth. He didn't share even a trace of the medicinal power of this medicine. He only considered the recovery of her meridians.
Tang Wanzhuang knew that her heartstrings were thoroughly plucked at that moment, like a spring breeze blowing over spring water, causing ripples on the calm lake surface. Even when Zhuque came, he couldn't help but show his affection in front of her.
The meridians were stable, but the heart was still beating. It has not stopped until today.
Just like the Q-elasticity outside the atrium, he held it in his hand, from the inside out. He even lowered his head to eat Tang, saying that it was sweet.
Even if he was playing the long game to catch a big fish, it was too late for him to wake up...
What's the point of being so stubborn and saying I don't want to be the Crown Princess? What's the point of being so stubborn and saying I am your master? But now I don't want to mention it anymore.
What master? How can a master be so happy to be bitten by his apprentice
"Alright..." Tang Wanzhuang suddenly reached out and pressed his head against her chest to prevent him from moving: "You are injured. I can feel that you are enduring the pain when you do these movements. How can you be like this..."
Zhao Changhe pretended to be dead and lay there motionless.
I feel like crying but I can't. It really hurts. I can't enjoy myself, let alone go further... I clearly feel that she is willing, but now I can't do it.
Who understands this kind of pain
"You're being so arrogant that you gave me all the medicine?" Tang Wanzhuang could see that he was depressed, and she turned over with a smile. Zhao Changhe then lay aside like a dead dog.
Tang Wanzhuang leaned sideways and looked at him, "Have you run out of the Four Elephants Sect's medicine?"
"No, but it won't heal so quickly..." Zhao Changhe said gloomily, "I estimate it will take a week."
"What does a week mean?"
"Oh, seven days." Zhao Changhe was so depressed. The atmosphere was just right now, and he was willing to do the evening makeup. But he had to wait for seven days for it to cool down. If it got brought up again, it would be a tragedy.
Tang Wanzhuang was putting on eye drops: "These two women were quite cruel. They actually searched the soul. Now the remaining soul is still confused. I don't know how long it will take for it to be normal... It makes it impossible for us to ask anything we want to ask."
"Will I become an idiot?"
"No, after all, the level of that residual soul is higher than ours. It's just a temporary shock and confusion, and it will recover soon... It will be faster if it is treated." Tang Wanzhuang stood up and combed her messy hair and clothes: "I still have to take care of this matter. Otherwise, if you go to the Ancient Spirit Clan and it hasn't recovered yet, it will be bad... Those two women are really tactless..."
Zhao Changhe was stunned for a moment: "Why would I go to the Ancient Spirit Tribe?"
"I think it will be good for you to take it with you. It knows witchcraft and must be related to the Ancient Spirits. Whether it is an enemy of the Ancient Spirits or an ancestor of the Ancient Spirits, you can act accordingly. They each have their own uses." Seeing that he refused to take the eye drops after being given two doses of them, Tang Wanzhuang also frowned angrily: "You take a rest. I'll go and see you later."
Tang Wanzhuang was actually afraid that if she continued, he would come back injured, so she ran away without waiting for his reply.
Not long after I walked out of the door, I saw Cui Wenjing standing outside the yard, seemingly enjoying the scenery.
Baoqin, who arrived early this morning, was standing outside the yard with her face flushed, not daring to let Cui Wenjing in.
Tang Wanzhuang's face was red all the way to her ears. She pretended to be calm as she stepped forward to greet him: "How is Marquis Ji..."
Cui Wenjing looked at her expressionlessly for a while, and finally spoke: "The old man is very good, I am afraid that some people are not good, so I suggest that you control it a little bit... What about the wounded, do you still think you are made of iron?"
Tang Wanzhuang felt a burning pain on her face and had no idea how to deal with her rival's father. She grabbed Baoqin's hand and ran away like the wind.
The key point is that this love rival was someone he had found himself, and he had tacitly agreed to be his wife. Now it seemed that he wanted to travel back to the Demon Suppression Division a year and a half ago, and slap Tang Shouzuo, who thought he had calculated everything to trick Cui Yuanyang into going to Beimang, in the face: "I told you not to calculate!"
Cui Wenjing watched the master and servant run away with a stern face, shook his head, and walked slowly into the door with his hands behind his back.
Zhao Changhe said: "I knew you couldn't bear to part with it... uh, uh..."
Cui Wenjing picked up the bolt beside the door and walked over: "I really don't want to leave you. I see that you haven't rested enough. Why don't you stay in bed for a few more days?"
"Hey, hey, hey, Lao Cui, you... Shit, help!"
"It's easy if you don't want to be beaten. Let's sit down and talk and set a date for the wedding?"
(End of this chapter)