Zuo'er was a little confused. The eldest lady was very repetitive tonight, and it made her heartbeat.

"This is the young master's order. I just follow it."

"What do you mean, brother?" Wuyou was stunned for a long time, then raised his aqua-pink lips, "He really predicts everything like a god, and there is nothing missing."

It was obviously a kind word, but Zuo'er actually heard the feeling of gnashing of teeth, and his surprise became even deeper.

Wuyou took the information, but did not look through it. He tapped the table thoughtfully, "Zuo'er, how many years have you been with me?" [

Zuo'er was really afraid of her temperament of being happy and angry, so he said cautiously, "Two years, five months and seven days."

"You remember so clearly." Wuyou left a comment that was either a compliment or a curse, and turned around and walked out the door.

Zuo'er stared at her thin back, pursed his lips, and sighed softly, which echoed in the room for a long time.

Tang Jingtian, who had been in a coma for three days and three nights, finally woke up and opened his hazy and empty eyes, feeling so sad that he couldn't help himself.

As soon as his eyes were focused, when he saw the girl sitting beside the bed, he immediately swept away his sadness and jumped up overjoyed to hug her, holding her tightly in his arms.

"Xue'er, Xue'er, is it really you? Great, I just had a nightmare, such a terrible dream, I dreamed of you ****, the fire was so big, I could only watch helplessly

Fire burns everything, you... are a dream, it scares me to death."

His excited voice was choked with sobs, and he hugged her so tightly that she almost couldn't breathe.

He was so excited that he didn't notice that the woman in his arms was stiff, unresponsive, and mumbling incessantly.

"Xue'er, we are going to get married soon. You promise to give me two children. A smart and strong son for me. I will teach him martial arts and you will teach him poetry. We will train our son to be a genius with both civil and military skills, and we will have another son like

Dress up your daughter beautifully, and she will act coquettishly and tease others naughtily..."

He couldn't tell whether it was a dream or an illusion, he only knew that he hugged the person in his arms tightly and never let her leave again.

Even if it was a sweet dream, he would never wake up.

Just like that, hugging the warm body and smelling the fragrance... Hey, warm?

His mind swayed, and he was pushed away unexpectedly.

Wuyou's expression was as cold as ice, "It's time to wake up from the dream, Prince Rui, is your brain burned out? Are you talking nonsense?"

"Is it all true?" Jingtian put his hand to his mouth and took a bite. It hurt! He beamed with joy, "It turns out it's true, hahaha."

I laughed so happily that I accidentally choked on my breath and kept coughing.

Wuyou glanced at him coldly, turned and left.

Neuropathy.

Shocked and anxious, he stretched out his long hand to grab her arm and pull her back. However, after being ill for several days, his whole body was weak and he was sweating profusely when he moved even a little bit.[

"Xue'er, where are you going?"

Wuyou frowned slightly and said in a cold voice, "Eat."

Jingtian had just regained consciousness and felt weak all over, but he still held on to her, "In your mind, eating is as big as the sky, so who am I? I'm just an annoying scoundrel who won't let go of you."

He felt wronged and pitiful, like an abandoned animal.

Worry-free but not soft-hearted and unmoved at all.

"You are very self-aware."

Jingtian realized something was wrong, but he didn't have the energy to think about it, so he acted coquettishly and said, "Xue'er, I'm sick, can't you coax me and say a few nice words?"
Chapter completed!