Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

It turns out that some people really do get sick from having too much free time.

On the third day of living like a wild man, Shen Mingchao fell ill.

The reason was that Shen Mingchao couldn't stand it anymore, so he went to the only water tank inside the gate and took a quick bath.

Then she met with tragedy.

A chilling wind blew through the bronze door. She was just an ordinary person; it would be strange if she didn't get a fever after all this.

That night, Zhang Qilin was the first to realize that something was wrong.

Hearing Shen Mingchao's increasingly heavy breathing, he suddenly opened his eyes, straightened up, and instinctively reached out to take his temperature, but his hand stopped in mid-air.

He hesitated, which was uncharacteristic of him.

Until the girl let out a soft moan, which looked extremely distressing.

Zhang Qiyu lowered his eyelashes, sighed, extended two fingers, quickly touched the other person's forehead, and then withdrew them.

The temperature is clearly abnormally high; this girl has a fever.

Zhang Qiyu frowned slightly.

We can't let Shen Mingchao continue burning like this; we must take immediate measures to cool it down.

Once he had made up his mind, he left the tent, first fetched a bucket of clean water, then soaked a towel in the water to cool it down, folded it into a block, and placed it on Shen Mingchao's forehead.

Next, light the woodpile with a fire tumbler, place a stone bowl on top, put in heat-clearing herbs, and simmer with water.

Before long, the medicine was almost ready.

Shen Mingchao was not fully conscious, making it somewhat difficult to feed him medication, but this was not a problem for the Zhang family.

Zhang Qilin poured the medicine into a bowl with one hand, while using his other hand to feel the acupoints on the girl's neck, prompting her to swallow on her own.

The medicine was fed very quickly.

Now we just have to wait for the medicine to take effect.

After feeding him the medicine, Zhang Qilin was no longer sleepy, so he simply sat up with one leg bent, intending to keep watch.

Silence spread through the tent as Zhang Qilin stared at his tomb-raiding point for a long time.

After all that, his fingers inevitably touched the girl's skin.

It was as if I had touched some forbidden switch.

The extremely ambiguous scene horrified him.

Even more bizarrely, he was synesthetically connected with the image in the picture, and it affected not only the picture but also himself!

Zhang Qilan lived a long life and may not have experienced some things, but that doesn't mean he didn't understand them.

On the contrary, he knows more than most people do.

He does indeed suffer from amnesia, but he couldn't be wrong about this; if he didn't have it, he didn't have it.

Therefore, these could not possibly be memories he had lost and then regained.

It's more like a trap.

Zhang Qilin turned to look at the girl whose face was flushed red. Reason told him that he shouldn't have too much contact with Shen Mingchao.

But there was always an emotion pulling him in the dark, making it difficult for him to let Shen Mingchao live or die on his own.

He thought this feeling should be called reluctance.

He had only known Shen Mingchao for a short time, but that was enough for him to see Shen Mingchao's true character.

A blank sheet of paper, innocent and pure.

And they didn't seem to know about it.

Shen Mingchao's eyes couldn't lie to him. He had seen too many eyes of people blinded by greed, eyes that couldn't hide their complexities. But Shen Mingchao's eyes were very clear. Even if one could pretend for a while, one couldn't hide such physiological things perfectly.

This idea is becoming more and more certain.

This is unlike him; this is not the Zhang family's style of doing things. They rarely draw conclusions about such a bizarre matter without solid evidence.

As the tent was gradually illuminated by light, Shen Mingchao's breathing gradually became steady.

Zhang Qi closed his eyes.

Regardless of who Shen Mingchao is, as the head of the Zhang family, he has an obligation to lead the people out of the bronze gate.

As for the rest, let's talk about it outside.

……

A day passed quietly, and it wasn't until evening that Shen Mingchao woke up from a nightmare.

She clutched her clothes tightly, her chest heaving, gasping for breath, looking utterly shaken.

Something slipped off her forehead. She picked it up instinctively and found it was wet; it was a towel soaked in water.

"Splash—"

The tent zipper was suddenly pulled open, and Shen Mingchao turned around hastily, only to meet a pair of calm, expressionless black eyes.

This isn't a dream... she really did transmigrate into the book.

Composing himself, Shen Mingchao spoke first: "What's wrong with me?"

"She has a fever."

So that's why she felt like her brain was mush and her whole body was uncomfortable.

She propped herself up to sit up, her gaze sweeping over the wet towel in her hand before settling on the empty bowl and bucket beside her.

After a little thought, I understood.

Looking at his handsome face, she smiled gratefully and said, "I'm sorry to have troubled you."

Zhang Qiyu shook his head slightly.

Just then, a fresh fragrance wafted into his nose, and Shen Mingchao immediately perked up, his eyes shining brightly.

"Did you grill some mushrooms outside?"

Zhang Qilin: "Just ripe."

Shen Mingchao had only been there for three days and was still very interested in roasted mushrooms. She immediately stepped out of the tent and squatted down by the fire.

The flames flickered in the stove, casting a dim light on the man squatting beside it, and warming his handsome, porcelain-like face.

Shen Mingchao's gaze was unknowingly drawn to the scene.

She thought Shen Mingyue was right.

Zhang Qilin truly deserves the title of Snow Mountain Deity, not only for his otherworldly appearance and temperament, but more importantly for his compassionate heart towards all people.

She couldn't stand the prison-like guard duty after only three days; she wondered how he had managed for the past ten years.

Surely it's not that immortal people not only have longer lifespans, but their reaction time to pain is also longer.

Shen Mingchao smiled and slightly opened his heart.

"I don't have much to thank you for right now. I'll make you some dessert after we leave. I've studied baking, and my cousins ​​love it."

Dessert?

This word was unfamiliar to Zhang Qilan, but his good manners prevented him from refusing Shen Mingchao's kindness, so he nodded almost imperceptibly.

Faced with a pile of fragrant roasted mushrooms, Shen Mingchao only took five or six, and gave the rest to Zhang Qiling.

"I can't eat that much. You go out every day, so you should eat more."

After eating and drinking her fill, she had another flash of inspiration.

"By the way, next time I'll try to air-dry the mushrooms in the ventilator. That way they can last longer and add another layer of texture."

"kindness."

Zhang Qilin munched on a mushroom, without refusing.

Shen Mingchao was suddenly charmed by the cuteness, and a cute little figure popped into her mind. She couldn't help but laugh out loud.

After swallowing the mushroom in his mouth, Zhang Qilin's gaze unconsciously drifted over there.

The girl, now with a slight smile, had shed the weariness of last night's illness and looked much more pleasing to the eye than before.

Although I don't know what Shen Mingchao is laughing about, it's probably a good thing.