The next day, Zi Tong woke up and Beichen was no longer there.
Knowing that he had left, she stretched her slightly aching back and on one side of her face, she saw that her clothes were neatly placed on the pillow. The clothes were also brand new. It was obvious that he had ordered them to be made for her. On the table
, the breakfast is still steaming.
Zi Tong raised the corners of her lips and shook her head slightly.
They are obviously a couple, but they still want to be so secretive. For a character like Beichen, living like this is definitely a torture.
Now, she just hopes this will end soon.
After getting up and getting dressed, Zi Tong summoned the servants to wash up briefly. After eating the breakfast on the table, after asking about the progress of the army, he immediately took out the nine-star yin and yang disk and continued to study.
"Ah!" Fentian, the snack foodie, yawned and came out from behind her, "That disgusting Beichen made me sleep on the roof tiles."
"Okay, here's this for you." Zi Tong pushed the meat buns on the table in front of him.
The little guy swallowed the meat bun in one bite, chewed it twice and then swallowed it. His eyes fell on the astrolabe in front of her, "This... thing looks so familiar."
"Have you seen it?" Zi Tong asked curiously.
"No, it's just that I seem to have seen it in my memory."
"You mean, Shenlong has seen it?"
"Maybe."
Fentian's inherited memories in the Dragon Clan, including the use of astrology, are all born in its consciousness. It has been with Zitong since birth. It is impossible for it to have seen this astrolabe or have any impression of this astrolabe.
The only explanation is that it comes from the inherited memory of the Dragon Clan.
"Purple Eyes!" There was a rapid sound of footsteps outside, and Meng Fusheng ran in hurriedly, "It's not good..."
"What's wrong?" Zi Tong shouted and stood up.
Meng Fusheng hurried to her side, "Weiyang... he's sick."
"What?" Zi Tong was startled, "I'll go take a look."
The two of them rushed out of the room, and Fentian also chased after him. Soon, the two of them and the beast came to Weiyang's room in the backyard. When the two of them entered, they saw Weiyang huddled in the corner of the room with her head in her arms.
The mask on his face had fallen off, revealing an extremely pale face, full of pain.
Behind him, a pair of golden flesh wings had been half-expanded, and his robe had been torn.
Luo Jia and Zitu stood in the room, both frowning.
"Weiyang?" Zi Tong rushed to him, "How are you?"
Weiyang raised her face and showed her a pale smile, "It's okay."
"What's going on?" Zi Tong saw through his lie at a glance, "Speak quickly!"
"I...I just have a headache." Weiyang reluctantly smiled at her, "It will pass soon."
Zi Tong took his arm and put her fingers on his wrist veins. Weiyang's pulse was not weak, but it was very chaotic. Qi and blood seemed to be rushing around in the body. It would never be a good feeling.
"How many times is this?" Zi Tong asked.
"First time." Wei Yang said calmly.
"Brother Weiyang, how long has this been, and you still haven't told the truth." Luo Jia frowned and said, "Zitong, actually... Weiyang had already been sick as early as the night he was resurrected, and he... refused to let go.
We’ll tell you and Beichen.”
Zi Tong frowned, "How many times is it?"
Weiyang looked into her eyes and hesitated for a while, "It happens every night."
"What!" Zi Tong was shocked.
He thought that he had been resurrected and had obtained the body of a divine dragon, so he could rest easy, but he never expected that such a thing would happen.