Qing Deng buried herself in the blanket and curled up into a ball.
He straightened his neck and fought with Jiang Feng.
He refused to drink the medicine no matter what.
"I don't eat or drink medicine!"
"Don't forget that I'm eight years old. I'm a big girl. It's okay to eat a few less meals!”
Qing Deng said in a muffled voice and buried his head even deeper.
She caught a slight cold.
However, due to her extremely poor physique, she was still able to survive.
No matter how minor an illness was, it could turn into a serious illness.
Although he was in a dream.
However, Jiang Feng could feel that his Heart Rate was slowly increasing.
Jiang Feng was currently immersed in A Golden Millet Dream, but he did not lose his original memories.
Looking at the entire dream realm.
Everyone was showcasing their acting skills.
Only the clear lights were acting in their true colors.
Because she did not bring her memories with her.
Perhaps something went wrong when she entered the dream.
Through Duyue Saint Nun's words.
Jiang Feng thought to himself.
Qingdeng had the three Qis of greed, anger, and obsession of the people of Chang 'an. Even if the memories in his mind were eroded, Jiang Feng would not find it strange.
A breeze blew from outside and hit Jiang Feng's face.
However, the wind did not blow in from outside the window. It came from a small crack.
The earthen house was not sturdy, and the wall beside Jiang Feng cracked open.
His fingers could easily enter and exit the slit.
The people outside didn't enter the house through the crack, but they could observe the situation inside the mud house from a closer distance.
Jiang Feng heard footsteps coming from outside.
He looked back and saw a woman's figure flash past the wall.
Jiang Feng controlled the entire dream realm.
He didn't even need to go out to see that Wu Zetian had quietly arrived.
After Wu Zetian bought the courtyard, she missed Jiang Feng.
She did not think too much about it and decided to run over to see him.
……
In midair.
Wu Zetian turned into a shadow and looked at him silently.
" In the dream, Jiang Feng seemed to be extremely poor. The crude earth wall had been in disrepair for a long time, and even his clothes were covered in patches of all sizes.“
Wu Zetian observed carefully and came to the rice vat.
There was only a handful of rice in the jar. She took a look inside and counted the number of rice grains.
Wu Zetian looked at Jiang Feng's weak back and could not help but walk in front of him and squat down.
He was feeding medicine to his stubborn sister and did not know that he was secretly observing him.
"The Jiang Feng in the dream had rough skin, and his face was black with a hint of yellow. The black color should be due to tanned skin, while the yellow color was caused by long-term hunger.”
"Jiang Feng doesn't have enough to eat, and he has to take care of a sick sister. Such a heavy burden has fallen on this little man.”
Wu Zetian sighed and blamed herself.
She was in a daze for a moment, and then she thought of Jiang Feng lying by the window tonight, quietly waiting for the meteor shower.
"Jiang Feng, I know very well that you are gradually accepting my feelings. But I am not a woman! I had no choice but to stab a knife into your heart when you were about to fall in love with me!”
"You're smart, so you must know that I lied to you, but you still waited until midnight…When A Golden Millet Dream ends, even if I don't become the Emperor and give up my position, it's enough as long as I can spend the rest of my life with you and choose a city to live in.”
Wu Zetian lowered her eyes and could not help but touch Jiang Feng's cheek with a tender expression.
She could feel the rough look on his face.
She quickly retracted her hand.
Unexpectedly.
Wu Zetian was slightly surprised. She actually touched it.
However, he saw Jiang Feng covering his face shyly and looking around with a panicked expression on his face.
"Who is it? Hurry up and come out…"
Jiang Feng was so " scared " that his hands were trembling, and the bowl of medicine fell from his hands.
A crisp sound was heard.
The medicine bowl flew out of his hand.
In the next second.
The black medicinal soup splattered on the ground.
Even the medicine bowl was broken into two.
Seeing this.
Wu Zetian felt apologetic and looked at her bare hands with hatred.
"Why are my hands so cheap! Not only did it scare Jiang Feng, but it also caused him to smash the bowl! He only had two bowls at home, but one of them was broken.”
Wu Zetian was extremely annoyed.
Not only did she look at the rice vat, but she also saw a bowl on top of it.
There was also the one that Jiang Feng had just broken.
The two porcelain bowls were pure white, and because they had been used for a long time, their surfaces appeared ancient.
Other than that.
There was no longer a third bowl in Jiang Feng's house.
In a small family where life was extremely difficult, a bowl could be considered a "big item".
At this moment.
Qing Deng, who was under the blanket, was startled by the sound of the bowl being smashed.
She hurriedly sat up and turned to look at Jiang Feng's feet.
Then, she found a broken bowl on the ground.
Qing Deng was stunned.
She had no idea.
Her brother, who had always doted on her, broke the precious bowl because she was disobedient and refused to drink the medicine.
Her eyes turned red and she struggled to stand up. She hugged Jiang Feng's waist and cried as she apologized in his arms.
"Brother! I shouldn't have thrown a tantrum and didn't listen to you. Don't be angry. Qingdeng will drink the medicine now.”
As he spoke.
Qing Deng quickly squatted on the ground and held the half porcelain bowl in his hand with heartache. He also drank the remaining medicinal liquid on it.
"Stop drinking!"
Jiang Feng said.
He wanted to stop Qing Deng, but she was putting the broken bowl into her mouth.
Jiang Feng was worried that if he moved too much, he would cut her mouth.
When Qing Deng was about to pick up the other broken bowl, Jiang Feng quickly grabbed it and poured the medicine out.
He washed the broken bowl clean and placed it back on the rice jar.
Seeing this scene, Wu Zetian felt even more guilty.
——
He thought about the plot, the ambush pen, and then he froze. I'm still missing a chapter. I'll make it up tomorrow.
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