A bowl of hot tea was suddenly handed to him.

Accompanied by his familiar voice, it came down from the top of his head.

"Is your mouth dry after talking so many great truths to the villagers? Take a drink to moisten your throat!"

he said.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment and looked up at him, a little confused.

"Why are you looking at me like that? You don't recognize me?"

He asked a little funny, and raised his hand to gently scratch her nose.

This scrape brought her back to her senses.

She took the hot tea from him and took a sip.

The dry throat is moisturized and the whole body is refreshed.

She held the tea bowl and looked at Luo Fengtang in front of her.

"Why don't you make me some tea? Are you not angry with me?"

She asked immediately.

Luo Fengtang was startled for a moment, then smiled and said: "You blocked Chen Hu from fanning the flames and persuaded the villagers to let me keep him."

"You've helped me a lot, and it's too late for me to be grateful. Why would I be angry?" he asked.

Her eyes rolled around in a circle.

Glancing at the person lying over there, she said: "I just praised someone else in front of you, and I thought you were angry!"

Luo Fengtang lowered his eyes and was silent for a moment.

"Not annoyed, but not happy either."

He said it truthfully.

"Ah?" She was surprised.

Really annoyed!

His voice then sounded: "My mind is not as broad as you think."

The girl I like praises other men in front of her face.

No one else would be happy!

"Then I take back what I said!"

Here, Yang Ruoqing immediately changed her tune.

She put the tea bowl aside and stretched out her hands to grab his arms.

He shook it gently and softened his voice.

"My Tangya son is the best and the most amazing in the world."

"I promise I will never praise others in front of you again."

Forehead……

The biggest thing is to boast in your heart.

"Don't worry, frowning will cause wrinkles easily, and you won't be handsome if you get wrinkles!"

"Come on, have a smile..."

She stood up on tiptoes and reached out to grab his cheek.

He grabbed his hands and held them tightly in his palms.

"What I'm more annoyed about is myself."

He said solemnly.

"Why do you say that?" she asked.

She saw regret and guilt in his eyes.

"You did a great job, but I couldn't speak and didn't consider your feelings..."

"No!"

He interrupted her.

"You're right, I didn't do well enough."

he said.

His brows were still slightly furrowed.

There were things in her deep black eyes that she couldn't understand.

She was even more surprised.

I wanted to ask him something more, but at this time, the person lying on the bed groaned.

"are you awake?"

He said, letting go of her hand and turning around to look at the bed.

Yang Ruoqing also followed.

The person on the bed opened his eyes a little.

Staring at the top of the tent that was full of holes, his eyes were empty and confused.

"Are you awake or not?"

Luo Fengtang said doubtfully.

"Let me take a look."

Yang Ruoqing stood beside the bed, leaned over slightly, and stretched out a finger.

She said to the person lying on the bed: "If you can hear me, follow my fingers with your eyes."

Left, right, left...

"He has regained consciousness. Let's give him some hot water first," she said.

"Um!"

Luo Fengtang helped the man sit up and fed him a few sips of hot water.

Let the person lie back down again.

The man let out a breath and finally opened his eyes.

"Where is this? Who are you?"

He opened his mouth to ask, his voice hoarse.

Luo Fengtang said: "This is Changping Village, and we are the villagers here."

"We found you in the mountain and saw that you were covered in injuries, so we took you back to the village."

"Changping Village?"

The man frowned, as if searching for information in his mind.

"How long have I been unconscious?" he asked again.

Luo Fengtang thought for a moment and said, "More than an hour. But we don't know how long you were unconscious in Shanchong."

"so long?"

He murmured, the expression on his face changing rapidly.

Yang Ruoqing tilted her head and looked at him, thinking to herself, could this guy have also been transported through time?

Haha, that would be interesting.

What about popular groups?

The man seemed to have thought of something, a trace of anxiety flashed across his eyes, and he struggled to sit up.

The wound on his body was pulled, causing him to gasp in pain and his facial features were twisted together.

"Brother, you are injured, don't be impatient!"

Luo Fengtang said, helping him lie back.

The man was lying on the bed, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

He stopped talking and lay there with his eyes slightly closed.

Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing looked at each other.

Both of them were confused.

Yang Ruoqing asked the man: "Seeing that you are still wearing a token, you must be from an official family, right?"
To be continued...