We are all reborn, of course we have to overthrow it and start over again to take the whole family f

I have no resistance to delicious meat and flowers.

She had just performed an exorcism on Da Guo Guo and the poisonous sweat coming out of his body was so disgusting and smelly that she even tried hard not to vomit out the roasted chicken leg she had eaten.

Meat, such a nice and fragrant meat, big pot, share it with Hua Hua Ci, hurry up...

Her voice made the two Guoguo feel ashamed.

"Forget it, Mingtong, just wash them and serve them some porridge. It will get cold if you keep doing it."

"Yes, eldest son."

Changfeng gave gentle instructions, washed his hands, picked out a piece of softer jerky and fed it to Shihua.

The brothers and sisters had a very happy meal with the torn tea set.

After Shihua tasted the meat, she wanted to eat more, but Changfeng was afraid that she couldn't digest it, so he only gave her two pieces and stopped, and then served her half a bowl of porridge.

But Shihua seemed to have a grudge against porridge. She closed her little mouth tightly, shook her head like a rattle, and refused to drink it.

Changfeng pretended to be angry and scared her.

"Huahua, be good and drink the porridge. If you don't drink the porridge well, I won't give Rourou a chance next time."

Huahua: Uh... Daguoguo, you are serious.

No, okay! For the sake of meat, just drink a little!

She forced herself to open her mouth, and took a small mouthful of it with a frown on her face, as if she was drinking medicine. Then she drank it again and fell asleep. She still had half a mouthful of porridge in her mouth, but she refused to swallow it.

"This is a bad habit. It will make you fat."

Changfeng seemed to be muttering to himself, asking Mingtong to find a clean and soft handkerchief and gently wipe the porridge stains from the corners of Shihua's mouth. The doting in his eyes could overwhelm Shihua.

This is his sister and his savior. He is willing to spoil her to death for the rest of her life.

After stroking Shihua's soft and elastic little face, Changfeng realized belatedly that he smelled bad.

vomit--

He himself almost vomited because of the fumes he ate.

My god, the pickled cabbage that has been pickled for eight years doesn't taste this good. These two little ones are so nice. They are so stinky, but they still keep me company for a long time.

He fanned his nose with his hand in disgust and quickly gave the order.

"Mingtong, send them both back and get some hot water. I need to take a shower and change my clothes."

"Yes, sir. I'll go right away."

Mingtong should be very happy, because his eldest son has finally returned to being a normal person.

When Mingtong came back after sending the two kids, Changfeng was already pulling the wheels of the wheelchair with both hands and moving around in the yard.

The spiritual power that Shihua injected into him continued to repair the old injuries in his legs.

His knees already felt numb and itchy, as if thousands of tiny ants were gnawing at them.

The corners of his mouth curled up, and even AK couldn't suppress it. His legs, which had been numb for so many years, finally responded.

He couldn't wait to stand up, so he put more strength in his hands, supported himself with the armrests of the wheelchair, and tried to stand up.

Ideal is full, the reality is very skinny.

Changfeng held on, but he had been paralyzed for too long and his joints were stiff. Before he even left the wheelchair, he lost his balance and fell sideways to the ground with the wheelchair.

"Oh my dear, you will scare me to death if you do this."

Mingtong witnessed this scene as soon as he entered the yard. He hurried over, straightened the wheelchair first, and then carried Changfeng to the wheelchair and settled him down.

"My Lord, I know what you are thinking. We need to take our time with this matter. There is no rush."

Changfeng also found it funny, why was he so impatient? It was only a matter of time before he stood up.

He smiled awkwardly to cover up his embarrassment, "Yes, yes, let's take it slow. By the way, is the hot water ready? I'm feeling really uncomfortable."

"Alright, alright, young master, I'll push you to the bathroom right away."

Mingtong pushed Changfeng's wheelchair swiftly towards the bathroom.

Mm, it stinks, I have to hurry.

Tingfeng Pavilion has a separate bathroom, and the maids have already prepared hot water in the large bathtub.

The light milky hot water exudes a wisp of mist, and on the surface of the water, there are some rose petals floating, emitting a faint fragrance.

Mingtong specifically asked for the rose petals. The eldest master's body smelled really bad, so he shouldn't be angry at his self-assertion.

Changfeng saw the petals and understood immediately. Alas, even Mingtong thinks I stink. This stink is really outrageous.

He felt mischievous and raised his sleeve to smell it, "Mingtong, am I so smelly that even you..."

"Ah! No, no, absolutely not." Ming Tong shook his head and hands, denying it repeatedly.

"Sprinkle some flower petals, just, just to make it look better."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Seeing Ming Tong's embarrassing expression, Chang Feng laughed out loud. He hadn't laughed so hard in a long time, and with this laugh, he felt that the turbid air in his heart had disappeared.

He stopped teasing Ming Tong and said, "Okay, just help me take off my clothes and put me in the tub. You don't have to wait on me here."

"Got it!"

Mingtong agreed and went outside the bathroom to wait.

Changfeng had been able to take care of bathing himself since he was six years old, and he never asked a maid to do it for him. Besides, he was only paralyzed in his legs, not his hands.

After changing clothes and smelling the faint rose scent on his body, Changfeng felt like he was reborn.

Returning to the study, Changfeng looked at the empty bookshelf. The large desk was empty except for an inkstone and a paperweight.

Although Yun later sent people to renovate Tingfeng Pavilion, he did not fill the study with books and the four treasures of the study.

Haha, everyone understands.

The paperweight and inkstone survived because they were too heavy for Changfeng to lift and smash when he went crazy.

He touched the inkstone with his slender, pale fingers, and carefully stroked every carving on it.

He remembered that this was a gift from his mother to him after he passed the imperial examination and became a scholar when he was seven years old.

This inkstone is made of top-quality inkstone stone, which my mother spent a lot of effort to find. She then hired a master inkstone carver at a large expense to have it carefully carved and polished.

Every trace of carving on this inkstone hides the mother's love and expectations for it.

He loved reading since he was young, and the place where he lived was always piled with books. But now, looking at the empty house, his heart ached.

"Mingtong, where are my books and manuscripts? Where did they go?"

"Eldest Young Master..."

Mingtong stammered, but didn't dare to say it.

"Tell me the truth. I, I don't blame you."

Changfeng spoke lightly, but everyone could hear the sadness in his words.

"Yes, son."

Ming Tong organized his words and said, "My Lord, that year, after that year, you were in a very bad mood, especially when you saw books and manuscripts, you couldn't control yourself and went crazy and smashed things.

The Marquis looked at it several times and said that these things cannot be kept, otherwise they will kill you.

Then he ordered his servants to take out all your books and manuscripts and burn them."