The tyrant family read my heart and doted on me.

At this point in the dream, Dong Buhan suddenly woke up, but his whole body was in pain and he couldn't move at all. He murmured weakly: "Am I going to die soon? Otherwise, how could things from the past appear in my dream?"

The scenes in the dream are so real.

It seems like it was just yesterday.

The pain that had already weakened suddenly surged into my heart again, making me feel extremely uncomfortable.

Dong Buhan couldn't suppress the discomfort, he vomited a large mouthful of blood, and fainted again.

Dong Buhan's master, Taoist Xuanling, rushed over to check on Dong Buhan's condition. He was very happy to hear that Dong Buhan had woken up, but when he saw Dong Buhan vomiting blood and suddenly fainting, his face returned to its previous scary look.

"Taoist, is there still hope for our prince?" Shitou said worriedly.

These days, Shitou Yishi wanted to find Jiujiu, but seeing that Dong Buhan had become like this, he really couldn't just abandon Dong Buhan and walk away.

No matter how Dong Buhan treated him, he couldn't bear it.

After all, it was Dong Buhan who made him what he is today.

If it weren't for the cold winter, he might have died long ago.

Taoist Xuanling said nothing. He looked at the disheveled Dong Buhan with tearful eyes, his heart aching as if it was being cut by a knife.

"Taoist, please say something?" Shitou looked stubbornly at Taoist Xuanling, who had disheveled hair, wore Taoist robes, looked old and frail, and neglected to dress up.

Taoist Xuanling is very fond of his disciple Dong Buhan.

After all, Dong Buhan was raised by him.

He raised the person with his own hands. He taught Dong Buhan all his skills and even helped Dong Buhan achieve immortality instead of hiding the opportunity of immortality for himself. This is enough to show his preference for Dong Buhan.

In his heart, he had long regarded Dong Buhan as his own son.

Now that Dong Buhan has become like this, it is hard to even see what he originally looked like. How can Taoist Xuanling not be in pain? How can he not be uncomfortable?

He suffered more than anyone else.

He was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. His heart was beating faster than ever and his whole body was tense. The string in his head was tighter than a guitar string and he couldn't relax at all.

He really wished he could bear all this for Dong Buhan.

After a long time, Taoist Xuanling wiped the tears from his eyes with his sleeves and said, "I will try some forbidden techniques I know. No matter what, I will save Bu Han's life."

"It doesn't matter if Bu Han becomes lame or disabled. As long as he's still alive, that's all that matters."

"As his master, I am willing to take care of him together."

After Taoist Xuanling finished speaking, he hurried to prepare the medicine.

In order to save Dong Buhan, the old man has not rested for several days. His eye bags have become much bigger, and his eyelids are black. He looks very sloppy, not like the immortal hermit he used to be. He looks very tired, as if he is supported by a strong spirit.

Otherwise, he would have collapsed long ago.

Shitou shook his head weakly and looked at the other guards, "...Let's continue to guard outside and help His Highness protect the law, right?"

"it is good."

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Next, Dong Buhan had another dream, a dream he longed for very much and which made him feel comfortable both physically and mentally.

He dreamed that Jiujiu was looking for him and was particularly anxious.

Jiujiu was wearing a red dress and riding a horse. Xichu was looking for him frantically, holding his portrait in his hand.

She would ask everyone she met if they had seen the person in the painting.

Every time she asked, she was full of expectations, but in the end she left with the painting feeling disappointed. The gloom between her brows seemed to crush her whole body, which was very pitiful.

Even when she was thirsty and passed by a herbal tea stall, she would just hurriedly drink a bowl of herbal tea, and before she could even sit down, she would set off again to look for him.

Dong Buhan smiled as he watched this scene, and thought to himself, "Jiujiu, it turns out that you also worry about me."

"very nice."

"I once longed to see that you cared about me a little bit. Even if it was just a little bit, I would be satisfied. But I couldn't see it. You only had Dijiang in your eyes."

"You can't see me, you even hate me."

"I feel so bad, you know?"

Dong Buhan sighed deeply, then caught up with Jiujiu, opened his arms, stopped Jiujiu, and said to Jiujiu happily: "I'm here, you don't have to look for me."

"Dong Buhan." Jiujiu was very excited to see Dong Buhan suddenly appear, and her eyes brightened up a lot, "It's really you."

"It's really me."

As Dong Buhan spoke, he pulled Jiujiu in front of him into his arms and hugged her tightly. This was the first time he held Jiujiu in his arms, and he felt extremely satisfied.

The person in my arms smells so good, so soft, and so comfortable to hold.

Dong Buhan greedily smelled the fragrance of the person in his arms and felt the warmth of the person in his arms.

Everything was exactly as he had imagined. This was how he imagined it would feel to hold Jiujiu.

The person in his arms also let him hold her without any resistance, and even called his name sweetly, "Bu Han."

"Yeah." Dong Buhan replied gently, then let go of the person in his arms, held the person's face, and said with a smile: "Jiujiu, what's wrong?"

"It's okay, I just wanted to see you. I was worried about you during the days you were missing." Jiujiu said.

"Aren't I back?" Dong Buhan liked to see Jiujiu caring about him, but he also felt distressed about that kind of care.

I think Jiujiu must be feeling very uncomfortable.

He didn't want her to feel bad.

"Yeah, I'm back." Jiujiu said, "I'm glad you're okay, I'm glad you're okay."

"Jiujiu, since you care about me in your heart, just be with me, okay?" Dong Buhan held Jiujiu's hand and said sincerely: "Let's find a place where there is no one and live a good life. Don't worry about these right and wrongs, gratitude and resentment, and live our own lives."

"Everything else has nothing to do with us."

"Let's just be a couple and live happily together. Okay?"

"Okay." Jiujiu nodded in agreement. She agreed so quickly that Dong Buhan felt it was unreal, like a dream.

"What about Dijiang?" Dong Buhan hesitated for a few seconds, but finally asked. He said, "If Dijiang comes to find you, you won't leave me, right?"

After Dong Buhan asked this question, he looked at Jiujiu with anticipation. He was very nervous and his heart was beating fast. He was worried that Jiujiu would choose Dijiang again and abandon him.

He even silently said in his heart, "Don't choose Dijiang, don't, never."

"Choose me, choose me."

"Let me be your exception, just for once."

At this moment, Dong Buhan was so humble that he no longer cared about pride or face. It didn't matter.

He is really suffering in this relationship.

But he suffered and enjoyed it.

And this time, will Jiujiu give up Dong Buhan because of Dijiang?