Crazy childhood sweetheart always thinks of me

Chapter 129 You Deserve to Dig Wild Vegetables

On the second day, Yun Hance went to see Zhu Baoguo as expected. I did not go with him. I continued to watch Yun Miaomiao busying around, decocting medicine by herself and feeding porridge to my brother.

I was actually happy and comfortable. The sun was shining, Yun Hance was nice too. When I thought of last night, I didn't feel blushing, but my heart felt like it was filled with honey.

There was a loud bang, coming from my brother's room. "I told you that you don't need to take care of me. Don't I understand? Aren't you embarrassed as a girl?"

"Wasn't it the same thing in the village the day before yesterday?"

"That was then. There was nothing we could do then. Don't come and take care of me."

There was no sound in the room. I pushed the door open and went in. Yun Miaomiao saw me coming in, sniffed, and said with a forced smile: "Ranran, Brother Zhan may not be feeling well, and his temper is..."

My brother’s voice was very calm, as if he wasn’t the one who was so loud just now: “Ranran, spend some money to hire someone to take care of me.”

My brother said that to me.

I was tired, I shouldn't have walked in. When my brother saw that I didn't say anything, he immediately glared at me and was about to lose his temper again.

I waved my hands and held Yun Miaomiao in one hand: "Let's go, let him die here."

Yun Miaomiao's eyes were red like a little rabbit, and she covered my mouth aggrievedly: "Don't talk nonsense, Brother Zhan..."

I took her hand away and said, "Why do you care about him? Is it fun to do this every day? Just listen to me. Go back to the capital. Isn't that the King of Beiping, Chu Fengque, available for you to choose? Why do you have to hang yourself on this tree?"

Yun Miaomiao looked at me, without any of the pride and agility she had in the capital. She lowered her eyes and tears fell one by one: "I don't want to, I still..."

I took the medicine bowl from his hand and placed it on the table, then pulled Yun Miaomiao out: "Yun Miaomiao, you deserve to dig wild vegetables for what you did."

Yun Miaomiao blinked her eyes and looked at me, her lips hesitant to speak. I flicked her forehead gently: "Today, we are best friends. Without your brother and my brother, we are still the same as before, okay?"

"Then you, if my brother treated you like this, would you give up on him?"

I had the answer instantly: "Need I say more? Whenever Yun Hance asked me to leave, I would leave without looking back. No matter before or now, you don't know that men are nothing. The tighter you cling to him, the more he treats you cheaply."

"Then if I go back, Brother Zhan..."

I held my forehead and said, "Sister, can you please not be like this? I get very anxious when I see you like this."

"Call him Su Zhan, he's not your brother."

Yun Miaomiao frowned and looked at me: "Will he regret it?"

Alas, she is hopeless because of love, just like her brother. Her brother at least has a career brain, but she is completely love-brained.

"Don't worry about whether he will regret it later. Listen to me, go back and find someone who likes you, marry him, let him save face, let him consider what others think. He deserves it if he regrets it later."

When we left the room, Yun Miaomiao asked me in a low voice: "Brother Zhan..."

I glared at her and she immediately changed the subject: "Do you think he will be stimulated?"

Oh my god, does she really think I'm provoking my brother? I'm serious.

"No, if he becomes king and prime minister in the future, he will definitely do so, but not now."

Yun Miaomiao's face turned pale, and a layer of mist appeared on her eyelids: "Then I will wait for him. I will not marry until he becomes successful and famous. I will be willing to do so."

This love-brain is at its peak. Where is my former flirtatious girlfriend? She is so outrageous when she is a scumbag, and so serious when she is serious that it makes people angry.

I crossed my arms and said, "What happened before your second brother and I returned to the capital? Why did you treat him like this for no apparent reason..."

I can't describe it. I'm at a loss for words.

Yun Miaomiao pondered for a moment and didn't tell me what happened at that time.

The evening was destined to be a restless night. Yun Hance did not come back, and the yard where we lived was surrounded by secret guards. There was a flame outside, and I was so worried that I couldn't sleep all night.

It was very quiet outside, but I was even more scared because I knew what was happening outside.

Wange put a cloak on me and said, "Don't worry, Master. The prince will be fine."

I stood under the osmanthus tree in the yard, looking up at the flames rising into the sky, and it seemed as if I saw my past life, when I was sitting in the cold palace and Yun Hance and his men were walking towards me step by step. His face was stern and his eyes were cold, and I always thought he was here to kill me.

At this moment, is he also like the god of death who came to the world that day?

"If you want to save her, you have to sacrifice your own blood and soul. Use your own blood as a medium and split your soul into two. One half will be torn away from time and space, and the other half will be put into this life. Are you willing?"

When Yun Hance heard this, he burst into tears of joy: "Yes, please save her. As long as you can save her, I am willing to do anything."

The monk opposite him did not have any joy on his face, but was more worried: "This is a forbidden technique. If you are reborn with your memories, you will suffer backlash. You may not live long, and your internal organs will suffer from being eaten by ants all year round because your soul is incomplete."

"What about her? Will she suffer? Will it hurt?" The young man kneeling on the ground in tattered clothes did not think about himself. What he cared about was the cold body in the arms of the man in front of him.

"She is reborn with a complete soul and is not sick. It's just that you..."

A smile appeared on his lips, and he hugged the body tighter frantically: "It's okay, as long as my Ranran is okay."

The monk sighed softly, as if with infinite melancholy: "If I didn't owe you a favor, I would never do such a heaven-defying thing."

He didn't pay attention to the monk's mumbling, and asked with a smile: "Master, when will you perform the ritual?"

I have never seen Yun Hance so happy and excited in my entire life.

My eyes welled up with tears. He actually paid such a price to resurrect me. How could someone like me be worth such a sacrifice? No wonder he often had cold hands and feet in this life. Perhaps he had been suffering without my knowledge.

"Master, what's wrong?"

I came back to my senses instantly, and those past events seemed to have disappeared again. The flames were still rising to the sky, as if nothing had changed in that instant, and it seemed as if in that instant, many things had changed.

"master?"

I raised my head to stop the tears from falling, but in an instant I saw sweet osmanthus flowers falling from the tree, and a gentle breeze was blowing. On that night of the ritual, there was also a tree of sweet osmanthus flowers, with an overwhelming fragrance. I lay under the tree, and the old monk was drawing formations around me, each with a strange symbol.

Yun Hance sat next to me, holding my already cold hands with both hands. He waited for the old monk to sit back in the main seat. The Buddhist beads in his hand flashed with blue and gold light. He held the Buddhist beads in one hand, clasped the other hand together, and muttered something.