Chapter 154 Is it time to build a house?
Xuan Ting's thoughts became increasingly complicated. In a daze, it seemed as if a beam of light was flickering in front of his eyes. He forced himself to open his eyelids.
The view was filled with blooming wildflowers of various colors, arranged neatly in the wine jars. Sunlight streamed down, and beside me, Aunt Nuan was fast asleep, her head propped up by her hand.
Xuan Ting was stunned, a bitter smile tugging at his small face.
Did he ultimately drag Aunt Nuan down to the underworld with him?
Or was it all just a dream? But do dead people dream?
While I was lost in thought, I vaguely saw Xiao Baozhu enter the room.
Little Baozhu...was she also implicated by him?
The next second, I felt a warm handkerchief fall on my face.
Baozhu looked slightly worried, but upon seeing him, she exclaimed with delight, "Bad brother! You're awake!"
After saying that, she nudged Jiang Nuanzhi beside her: "Mommy, look! Your naughty brother is awake!"
Jiang Nuanzhi opened her eyes and saw Xuan Ting staring at her: "Xuan Ting, you're awake? Do you feel unwell? Tell Aunt Nuan."
Xiao Xuanting blinked blankly: "Aunt Nuan, are we all dead?"
Jiang Nuanzhi chuckled and poked his forehead: "Silly child, what are you saying? Your Aunt Nuan is a miracle doctor, how could I let anything happen to you?"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Xuanting instinctively tried to get up, but in a daze, he aggravated his wound, and a sharp pain struck him, causing sweat to instantly bead on his forehead.
"If I were dead, it wouldn't hurt anymore, right? Could it be that I really didn't die? Aunt Nuan, we're not dead, are we?"
Jiang Nuanzhi touched his slightly pale face, her eyes filled with pity: "Silly child, were you frightened? It's Aunt Nuan's fault for not protecting you well."
Xuan Ting took a while to react, then tears welled up in his eyes as he struggled to reach out and grab Jiang Nuanzhi with his small hand: "Aunt Nuan, I'm not dead?"
Jiang Nuanzhi nodded firmly: "Yes, you're not dead."
Xiao Xuanting: "Will I be able to eat Aunt Nuan's sweet and sour pork again in the future?"
"Yes, Aunt Nuan will make as much as you want."
"I will be able to eat the food I grow myself in the future..."
"Yes, of course. Aunt Nuan will cook for you when the harvest is complete."
Xiao Xuanting choked up: "Aunt Nuan."
Tears streamed down her face even more profusely. She choked up and couldn't speak for a moment.
Jiang Nuanzhi stroked his little head and sighed inwardly, "It's alright, it's alright. Aunt Nuan promises that I won't let you get hurt again."
Jiang Nuanzhi also felt guilty.
In that critical moment, she was so focused on protecting Ping'er that she couldn't care less about anyone else.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Xuanting was standing right at the door when he was assassinated right under her nose.
Seeing his thin face, Jiang Nuanzhi couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.
She remembered reading in the book that the Sixth Prince was not favored by his father, the Emperor, from a young age. He also lost his mother at a young age. Even with the protection of the Empress Dowager, she had been quite harsh on him since childhood. When he was with the Empress Dowager, he only slept for two hours a day. He spent the rest of his time reading.
Therefore, after becoming emperor, he ruled the country harshly and showed no mercy. His methods were quite ruthless. Some even criticized him as a tyrant.
Now, he was just a tiny little boy, trembling as he cried, his face flushed red. I couldn't help but sigh.
The tyrant of the future, looking at him now, is actually quite pitiful.
"Don't cry, good child. Aunt Nuan promises that she will never let you get hurt again."
Suddenly, a man's voice broke the tender moment.
Xin Bo had changed into clean clothes and was still holding a pillow in his arms. He leaned over and, imitating Jiang Nuanzhi, stared intently at Xiao Xuanting.
His imitation was so lifelike, his tone and movements were exactly the same.
Jiang Nuanzhi couldn't help but rub her temples: "Uncle Xin, you always go over there to play with Li Rong. He has a lot to say to you. At least listen to him. Why did you come here to me again?"
Uncle Xin blinked, then nodded earnestly and said, "Uncle Xin, why don't you go over there and play with Li Rong..."
Jiang Nuanzhi sighed softly, "Why did your illness get even worse after you got home?"
"Ping'er, Ping'er? Come here quickly!"
Ping'er outside responded and soon came into the house, carrying a large bowl of chicken porridge.
He quickly placed the porridge down. Because of Zhou Tang's heat, he touched his ear and said, "Anuan, the chicken porridge is ready."
As she spoke, she caught sight of Xiao Xuanting and immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "You're finally awake! Ah Nuan, he should be alright now, right?"
Jiang Nuanzhi nodded: "They are out of danger. It seems that the toxins have been cleared up. They should be able to run and jump again soon."
"That's good! You've been staying here for several days, and I was really worried about your health. Let me get you another bowl of porridge!"
Jiang Nuanzhi waved her hand: "I'm not hungry yet."
"Eat something even if you're not hungry. You haven't slept or rested for several days, and you're also thinking about making medicine. How can you have the strength if you don't eat?"
"Have I been unconscious for several days?" Xiao Xuanting couldn't help but ask.
Li Junping nodded: "Yes, it's been three days. Anuan has been busy giving you acupuncture and hasn't closed her eyes at all."
Xuan Ting was taken aback and looked at Jiang Nuanzhi: "Aunt Nuan..."
Jiang Nuanzhi: "Isn't it incredibly touching?"
Xuan Ting nodded blankly.
Jiang Nuanzhi: "Then you must remember this: if you become capable in the future, you must give Aunt Nuan a lot of gold. Aunt Nuan likes that."
Xiao Xuanting nodded blankly in a daze.
While they were talking, Ping'er went out and came back with another bowl of porridge.
At that moment, Xin Bo was already squatting down beside Jiang Nuanzhi, looking at Xiao Xuanting and saying, "...Aunt Nuan likes that one..."
Jiang Nuanzhi: "..."
"Ping'er, hurry and take your Grandpa Xin to find your father."
Li Junping nodded, grabbed Xin Bo, and dragged him outside.
"Grandpa Xin, be a good boy, let's go find Daddy!"
Xinbo glanced at Ping'er, but ultimately frowned and let him pull him along, though his eyes kept turning back to look at Jiang Nuanzhi. His expression inexplicably carried a hint of grievance.
Ping'er soon took Xin Bo to Li Rong's place and then returned, smiling as she said to Jiang Nuanzhi, "Father was grinding the medicinal herbs and talking to Grandpa Xin, but Grandpa Xin ignored him and sat with his back to my brother, as if he was angry."
Jiang Nuanzhi shook her head and chuckled: "Then what about your father?"
Ping'er: "Father doesn't care and just talks to himself."
Jiang Nuanzhi: "Where's your Grandpa Jing? Did he go out again?"
There have been too many people at home these past few days, so the old man keeps going out to find some peace and quiet. Occasionally, he'll even bring back some wild game from the mountains.
Jiang Nuanzhi was also secretly worried, as there were more and more people in the family. The house was really not enough to accommodate everyone.
During the day, there's nowhere to lie down and rest. Daily washing and changing clothes are even more inconvenient.
He secretly thought that once this batch of medicine was finished and he had the money, it would be time to start thinking about building a house.
Li Rong: Is anyone speaking up for me? My wife doesn't even share a room with me anymore!
Ping'er: Father, try to think positively. Although Mother doesn't share a room with you anymore, Grandpa Xin, who doesn't want to talk to you, lives with you.
Li Rong:……………………
(End of this chapter)
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