After Being Dedicated To the Tyrant By My Brother

When Ji Ruoqing opened her eyes, she felt a splitting headache, and the inside seemed to be abruptly pulled away, completely blank.

No matter what you think about, it will cause severe pain.

She looked at her surroundings blankly.

This is a very ordinary earthen house with empty walls. Except for the wooden canopy bed lying under her, and two large wooden boxes stacked on the head of the bed, there is only a set of unpretentious wooden tables and chairs.

There was a ceramic kettle on the wooden table with two ceramic tea cups, nothing more.

These things are very pure, without a trace of patterns, they are the simplest and simplest, and they look rather shabby...

Everything in front of her made her feel familiar and a little strange...

Ji Ruoqing frowned and stroked the quilt covering her body with her fingers. It was not thick or thin. Although the cover did not feel cold, it was not a splendid satin quilt for rich people.

But these are not important.

more important……

Ji Ruoqing furrowed her brows tightly, her mind was messy, and she seemed to be stirring it with a knife.

She... can't remember who she is...

who am I?

As long as this question comes to my mind and then I start to think about it, I get a headache.

It hurts until she can't think, the stirring knife will stop and give her a moment of peace.

Ji Ruoqing felt that she had become a walking dead.

She lifted the quilt and stepped on a pair of cloth shoes beside the bed.

The size fits her feet well, and she doesn't feel awkward when she walks, as if these shoes were something she was used to wearing...

Ji Ruoqing bit her lip, stood at the door of the house, and opened the door somewhat blankly.

Suddenly, a strong sunlight pounced into the room, piercing her eyes a little uncomfortable.

Subconsciously blocked his face, until he became familiar with the bright environment, Ji Ruoqing slowly took away his hand.

The entrance is a small yard surrounded by wooden fences. There is only a half-covered firewood, which is not locked.

Some small vegetables were planted on the land on the east side of the yard, and it was not obvious what they were planted, but there were small green shoots, like spring.

On the right is a well, simple and unpretentious.

Ji Ruoqing became more and more confused.

Why is everything here so strange, but so familiar.

She has definitely lived in the future, but she feels that she should have been living here all the time...

Ji Ruoqing twisted her eyebrows and continued to walk to Chai Fei's side.

With a light push, the door opened.

Outside is a two-person wide road paved with loess, on both sides are green grass, flourishing.

The road was very flat and there were no muddy potholes. Ji Ruoqing stepped up blankly, not knowing where to go, but the road only had two directions on the left and right. There were winding paths on both sides, and there was no way to see where it led.

She simply chose a direction to walk at will, but after walking for ten steps, passing a corner, a person walked over to the other side.

She is a woman about forty years old. She wears an apricot-yellow cloth towel on her head. She wears ordinary linen clothes. She is a little pale. She has a bamboo basket behind her back. She has a square face and round eyes, and her face is full of ages. The traces left, his eyes also looked a little muddy.

But after seeing Ji Ruoqing, her eyes were brighter than before, and she speeded up her pace and walked towards Ji Ruoqing, with a concerned look on her pleated face: "Little lady of the Ye family, why did you come out alone? You? This is not healed, just blow some cool breeze outside, this is absolutely impossible!"

This woman has a loud voice and great strength.

She walked over and took Ji Ruoqing back. Ji Ruoqing couldn't force herself to break free.

Just hearing her words, Ji Ruoqing subconsciously raised her hand.

Only then did she discover that a circle of white gauze was wrapped around her head. It seemed that her forehead was injured. She accidentally touched the wound with a light touch, and there was a trace of heartache from the wound on her forehead.

Ji Ruoqing hurriedly stopped her hand, did not dare to touch it again, and quickly put it down.

Without her asking, the woman continued to speak a lot of words.

"You fell off the cliff that day, you scared us! If it weren't for the Bodhisattva's blessing, your child is dead, you say you..." The woman sighed and said, "There is a lot of dew on the mountain, too. Slippery, you have to be careful in the future..."

"Yes." Ji Ruoqing nodded with gratitude, "I...I will be careful..."

"You, I still don't want to go up the mountain to collect medicine in the future. It's too dangerous. Anyway, you have the strength to shoot arrows. Who in our village doesn't praise him for hunting." The woman gave a thumbs up, slightly. Looking at Ji Ruoqing with envious eyes, "With him, you just need to add a few more fat babies to eat and wear, why bother to eat the pain of picking medicine."

"Msang Gong...?" Ji Ruoqing had been sent to the door of her small courtyard by the woman. She was planning to step in. Hearing this woman's words, she paused and stopped at the door.

The middle-aged woman didn’t notice Ji Ruoqing’s strangeness. She wanted to help her go inside, and she responded, “Isn’t it~ Huh? Your grandfather hasn’t come back yet? This day is about to fall, and it’s time to come back. Right?"

"..." Ji Ruoqing responded vaguely.

She has a...friend...?

"Xiao Qing? Are you awake?!" A surprised but steady voice suddenly sounded behind her.

Ji Ruoqing turned her head and confronted a pair of pupils that were as deep as a pool. Those eyes were narrow and long as if they were wrapped in Wushuang Fengyue.

The face is also very nice.

Obviously he is wearing ordinary cotton and linen clothes, but he feels that his temperament is cold and dusty, like the person in the painting, not like the person in the world.

Ji Ruoqing frowned lightly, but saw him coming in stride, holding her body, and letting her lean slightly against his solid and powerful chest.

Ji Ruoqing could even hear the faint heartbeat.

When the middle-aged woman saw him coming, she let go, but there were some creases in the corner of her eyes, and she repeated what she had said to Ji Ruoqing with the man in front of her.

The man responded in a low voice with a deep voice: "Aunt Wang, don't worry, I will take care of her and will not let her do those dangerous jobs anymore."

"Hey, that aunt can rest assured!" Aunt Wang patted Ji Ruoqing's shoulder comfortably, her eyes turned to the pheasant in the man's hand with a smile, and said with some envy, "Ms. Ye family, you have gained a lot today. Quite a lot? It's hard to find such a big pheasant, right?"

"Yeah." The man faintly glanced at the pheasant he was holding on his hand, and there was a trace of imperceptible disapproval across his eyes, because the pheasant was too dirty in his hands.

"My lady is not healed. I was thinking about hunting a pheasant to make up for her..." After talking, he suddenly thought of something, and handed the pheasant to Aunt Wang: "Aunt Wang, I will share the pheasant. Half of you, can you stew the rest into chicken soup for me?"

Of course Aunt Wang would not refuse such a good thing.

She smiled like a flower, the pleats on her face were more full but she didn't notice it, and quickly took the pheasant and nodded and promised: "Don't worry! Your aunt's skill in stewing chicken soup is one of the best in our village! Guarantee stew It must be thick and fragrant, so that your little lady will eat for nothing, and the disease will be cured immediately!"

"Thank you Aunt Wang, then." The man thanked him quietly, and then helped Ji Ruoqing back to the small courtyard, and sent her all the way to the house, letting her return to the wooden shelf bed.

Ji Ruoqing slightly raised her face and looked at the face that was as cold as a **** descending from the earth, and she understood in her heart that the person in front of her was what the aunt Wang said was her mate.

"..." Ji Ruoqing calmly sat on the bed, wondering if she should admit that she didn't remember anything.

If I don’t remember anything, does it seem too unbelievable...

Even she herself felt unbelievable.

"When did you wake up?" The strange but familiar man suddenly spoke.

Ji Ruoqing trembled coldly, raised her eyes and looked at him with some bewilderment, and whispered, "Not long ago..."

The man's long and narrow eyes were deep and secluded, and he asked in a deep voice, "Does your head hurt?"

Ji Ruoqing nodded lightly, very painful.

It's okay not to think about the problem, but as long as you try to remember the past, it hurts as if you are about to explode.

"..." The man was silent for a moment, then suddenly walked towards her, and said as he walked, "I will take you to the town's medical clinic tomorrow."

Seeing him just sitting next to her, Ji Ruoqing suddenly shrank aside, feeling a little uncomfortable.

He sat down like this, clinging to her, and the warm touch of his body spread to her skin, which was a little scorching.

But when he thought that he was her mate, it seemed that such a distance was nothing.

But he even wanted to raise his hand to touch her.

Ji Ruoqing was really not used to it, her face turned slightly, and she avoided the palm he stretched towards her.

"Xiao Qing?" The man's good-looking Jian frowned, and looked at her with some doubts, "What's the matter?"

"..." Ji Ruoqing lowered her eyes, her voice was soft, and said with some guilty conscience, "You... don't touch me..."

"How could Xiaoqing say such a thing?" The man Jian Jian's eyebrows became tighter and he looked at her with worry in his deep eyes, "Could it be that he broke his head...?"

Ji Ruoqing bit her lip and met his gaze. In the end, she couldn't hold her back, and asked softly: "You... are you really my mate?"

The man's gaze in front of him became deeper and deeper, as if he was watching her carefully, and as if he was carefully discerning what she said. The situation in his eyes changed and it was complicated and unspeakable.

"I...I seem to have really broken my brain." Ji Ruoqing carefully observed the look of the opposite man, and continued, "I...I don't remember anything..."

The light in the man's eyes flickered, as if he was shocked by her words and set off a huge wave.

Ji Ruoqing sighed slightly, stretched out her white and slender fingertips, gently hooked his somewhat worn cuffs, and said softly and softly: "So don't be angry...I...I'm not letting you touch it. ...I just feel a little flustered..."