The time-traveling husband is also comprehensible

"Does the clothes still fit?" Kong Mingfan felt his gaze, asked with a smile and raised his eyes.

"Well, it's quite...cough cough cough..." Ding Baocheng stuffed a mouthful of spicy shredded pork into his mouth before he could swallow it. He opened his mouth to speak but was choked and coughed.

Kong Mingfan hurriedly put the book on the shelf beside him, raised his hand to take the water glass that Xiao Fuzi handed over to Ding Baocheng to drink, and gently ran his other hand along his back: "Blame me for not talking to you, but Better?"

Ding Baocheng came back to life after drinking water. With mist in his eyes, he waved his hands and said, "It's much better, no...cough, I don't blame you, it's me. I haven't eaten for a long time since bigu, and I'm not very familiar with it." .”

Kong Mingfan asked him calmly: "My lady is still bigu?"

Ding Baocheng was a little tired from being called by his wife one by one, and his face blushed slightly: "Bigu naturally needs to be emptied, and whole grains are good, but they are not as nourishing as eating the essence of the sun and the moon... Oh, I just know a little bit, Don't worry too much about it."

He thought that the glory of the past is no longer, and the poor man has become an ordinary person.

Kong Mingfan said: "There are thousands of kinds of delicacies, if you live without food, you won't be able to taste these worldly delicacies."

Ding Baocheng took a bite of lettuce, and disagreed with his point of view: "It's not as good as cultivating immortality. It's so pleasant to look at the mulberry fields and the sea. By the way, what book were you reading just now?"

"It's usually too deserted for me to eat alone, so I'm used to being accompanied by scrolls. This is..." Kong Mingfan didn't know if he could understand, so he paused and said, "It's an illustration book of elite soldiers, it's nothing more than a collection of soldiers. An array of miscellaneous books."

"A literati like Brother Kong still wants to train soldiers and fight?" Ding Baocheng said cheerfully, "Can you show it to me?"

"Here." Kong Mingfan handed him the book, and watched with interest as Ding Baocheng gnawed on the steamed stuffed bun while flipping through the book, commenting from time to time where there were gaps in the formation.

Kong Mingfan looked at him talking eloquently, and smiled unconsciously: "Madam is not only practicing Taoism, but also can read and understand the art of war, which really surprises me."

"Huh?" Ding Baocheng wanted to ask a long time ago: "You so-called... brothers, are you just doing needlework as a female worker without knowing a single word? Three obediences and four virtues, a good husband Godson? By the way... having children is also brother's job?"

——Ordinary husbands only like jealousy or cosmetics and jewellery. It is indeed the first time I have seen him like this.

Kong Mingfan thought about it with a slight smile in his indifferent eyes, and when he saw his tangled look, he wanted to frighten him. He said solemnly: "A literate husband is usually arrogant. Break your legs and feet, so you don't want to ostentatiously flaunt your talents."

Seeing Kong Mingfan's frightening words, Ding Baocheng raised his forehead: "Forgive the poor Taoist! The poor Taoist can only practice Taoism and refine medicine, and he can't read or write..."

"I was joking just now, so don't take it seriously. But... if Madam becomes successful in the future, and a hundred years have passed since I return, and my head is dying or my bones will be buried for several years, how many tears will you..." Kong Mingfan suddenly accepted. asked him with a smile.

Ding Baocheng did not expect Kong Mingfan to ask him this kind of question. He has experienced many great changes in the past 300 years. Yes, Pindao will bring a jug of sake to your grave and drink three cups."

Kong Mingfan: "What about after the three cups?"

Ding Baocheng was stunned, thinking of the Nanke Yimeng Dan in his spiritual consciousness space, which can clear up the past after eating, so he is not afraid of throwing away his heart for some unforgettable old friends.In the past 300 years, I vaguely remember eating it once, for what and who... but I forgot.

Ding Baocheng thought about leaving this place in a few days, and he didn't necessarily have a close friendship with Kong Mingfan. Why did he think of Nanke Yimengwan?

Seeing that Kong Mingfan was still waiting for his answer, Ding Baocheng smiled and said, "After three cups, forget about the past and continue to practice."

Kong Mingfan's expression darkened, and he smiled lightly: "Really, I understand..."

Ding Baocheng felt a little uncomfortable seeing the gloomy look in his eyes, so he didn't go any further.

I don't know if he really understands, and he plans to invite a fellow Taoist to cultivate immortality with him as a companion. Ding Baocheng thought about it, and immediately preached his Taoism to Kong Mingfan: "Brother Kong, why don't you cultivate immortality with me?" Well, the so-called Tao..."

Unexpectedly, he was frightened by the sudden appearance of Kong Derui just after he started to give a long lecture.

Kong Derui came in from the door to see their heated conversation, frowned and sat next to Ding Baocheng: "Dabao, I'm here to look for you, come with me to the capital?"

Ding Baocheng was a little uncomfortable being stared at by his naked eyes, and hurriedly tugged the stool in the direction of Kong Mingfan: "Is there gold in the capital? I have stayed here well, why should I go to the capital with you? City life is too fast-paced for me. Not going.”