Seeing Wen Zhuyun in white clothes disappear without a trace in an instant, Wen Xiaoyun was so anxious that she jumped up on tiptoes, "Hey! I haven't finished speaking yet!"
However, the dark sky did not leave any response for her.
Wen Xiaoyun was so angry that she stamped her foot and cursed the "agent" space-time system from top to bottom in her heart who had usurped power and temporarily ascended the throne.
Why is it so difficult to say one more word to him? !
But resentment is resentment, and reality still has to be accepted.
After scolding Wen Zhuyun for the last time in his heart, Wen Xiaoyun lowered his head and returned to the real world resigned to his fate.
When he looked up again, the environment in front of him was completely different from before.
Wen Xiaoyun opened her eyes in surprise. At this time, she was already lying on a Tukang. Surrounded by mottled white walls that were yellowed by lamp oil. There is a small kang table in the other corner of the kang head, with a copper oil lamp burning on the table. The flames flickered dimly, and along with the weak air current in the room, they cast out a blurry light and shadow.
Looking at myself again, I saw a thick and heavy gray quilt covering me tightly.
Wen Xiaoyun's brain suddenly stopped for three seconds. Could it be that Wen Zhuyun finally realized his conscience this time and gave her some kind of super plug-in that can control the speed of time or teleport?
But the cold reality shattered her beautiful fantasy in an instant.
"Are you awake? Come, have some porridge." A familiar voice suddenly sounded in her ears.
Wen Xiaoyun raised her eyelids and looked in the direction of the sound. Sure enough, she saw a face that was extremely familiar to her.
Yinnuo was sitting in front of the kang beside her, holding a soup in one hand and a spoon in the other. He scooped up a tablespoon of the soup and carefully brought it to Wen Xiaoyun's lips.
Wen Xiaoyun struggled to sit up, but as soon as the back of her head left the pillow, she felt dizzy. She opened her mouth and was about to ask Yin Nuo what happened, but her throat was so dry that she couldn't pronounce a single word. Can't send it out.
Yinnuo frowned slightly, and while feeding her medicine, he complained to her: "You know that you are weak, why don't you just lie down and rest?"
After drinking this spoonful of bitter medicine, Wen Xiaoyun felt that her tongue was about to fall off, and she shuddered unconsciously.
Yinnuo's originally serious and gloomy face finally showed a smile, and he took another spoonful, "Old man Liu was just going to grab your hand to confirm your identity. He didn't want you to faint and faint. But then he still gave it to you You took your pulse and prescribed medicine to remove residual poison. Come on, drink it while it's hot, and you can also eat a bowl of sesame paste to build up your strength."
Only then did Wen Xiaoyun finally understand that Wen Zhuyun's method of helping her was to make her faint without knowing anything.
If possible, Wen Xiaoyun really wanted to rush over and overturn all the tables in front of Wen Xiaoyun!
It’s so confusing and deceptive!
Whether it was the power of resentment or the extraordinary efficacy of the bitter medicine, when Wen Xiaoyun drank the third spoonful, her voice finally came back.
She raised her face and blinked at Yin Nuo, "Didn't Senior Liu say he wanted to treat you to a banquet? Have you all finished your meal now?"
Yinnuo became more and more skillful in feeding the medicine. Taking advantage of the gap between Wen Xiaoyun's last words, he quickly filled her with another spoonful and replied without raising his head: "You have fainted, but I can still eat it." What kind of banquet are you going to have?”
