k-skinned woman in purple clothes is boiling something in a small cauldron. The bitter smell of medicine drifted in the attic with the wind. Zhou Jijun frowned slightly and smelled a fragrant wind coming from far away. However, it was a woman who walked up to him carrying a medicine jar.
“Open your mouth.”
The woman looked at Zhou Jijun who was pretending to be asleep, sneered, and reached out to grab Zhou Jijun’s ears. Turning his head helplessly, Zhou Jijun glanced at the bubbling soup in the jar, then looked at Princess Bihua, who was disguised as Miss Zi, and said bitterly.
“Princess, please spare the little one.”
“You are coughing like this and you still don’t take medicine. Huh, you pretended to be asleep just now and you want to deceive me.”
Princess Bihua’s tone was arrogant, and her hands were unruly. He was merciless and forced Zhou Jijun to drink it spoonful by spoonful, but it made Zhou Jijun miserable.
Two days ago, Zhou Jijun returned to the East China Sea Sect. After arriving at the library, he kept coughing. Princess Bihua, who had been waiting for several days to finally return to Zhou Jijun, was happy and worried. Regardless of whether Zhou Jijun wanted to return, she found a few medicinal ingredients and made a soup. Come. Zhou Jijun, who has always been fearless, discovered for the first time something that could make his scalp numb. Not to mention the extremely unpleasant taste of the soup, the key point was that the weird feeling was unbearable for Zhou Jijun. He might as well drink a bag of hot liquor. Suppress the cough with pain. But Princess Bihua had “ordered” Zhou Jijun to stop drinking for a month and hid all the wine in the pavilion. Zhou Jijun had no choice but to enjoy the torture of the decoction day and night.
“Ruoruo, this is the root cause of my illness that happened a long time ago. It can’t be cured by just drinking medicine.”
“You already used this excuse yesterday.”
Princess Bihua glared at Zhou Jijun angrily, picked up the medicine jar and walked back to the dwarf. Then he took out a small brush and drew something on the curtain next to him. Zhou Jijun looked around and saw the painting falling on the snow-white curtain, gradually giving birth to a woman with an alluring appearance and a graceful figure. It was Bihua herself. The strange scenery spread from the people in the painting. After a while, a large hall appeared on the curtain. The woman was talking to several old people. The characters were lifelike and all the surrounding furnishings were also lifelike. Zhou Jijun was slightly in a trance. , I just feel that this curtain is very much like my own treacherous fantasy.
“Ruoruo, what are you doing?”
Zhou Jijun asked curiously.
“Manipulate my stand-in. After my skills were broken by you, I can no longer control those puppets with my mind as before. I have to draw them on the curtain to control them, just like a shadow puppet show. Before I let She pretended to be frightened and bedridden, so that I wouldn’t have to control it. But now that the day