When Qiao'er heard the movement behind the grass, she was so scared that her legs shook and she hurriedly stepped back.

The basket in her hand fell to the ground with a bang. She had no intention of turning around and running towards the camp.

It was obvious that someone chased him out of the grass, and Qiaoer didn't even dare to turn back and ran away.

The man behind him was still chasing him. The faster Qiaoer ran, the more anxious he would leave.

Finally, Qiao'er's feet became soft and her body, which had not yet recovered, suddenly fell forward.

The figure behind her quickly took a step and came to her in a blink of an eye.

With a big palm, he helped Qiao'er who almost fell to the ground up: "Qiao..."

"Let me go! Let me go!" Qiaoer was frightened and raised her fist and swung her punch in the other person's face.

She didn't have much strength, but this punch hit the other person's nose.

Feng had just felt the tip of his nose heat up, and something seemed to slip down.

"Qiao'er, it's me! It's me, Feng Zao! Don't be afraid!"

He didn't know why she was afraid of being like this, but his fear and despair made his heart tightly clamped together.

I feel unspeakable.

"I'm Feng Zao, I have no malice. I'm just here to see what you are going to do. I want to help you. I really have no malice!"

Early wind?

Qiao'er just raised her fist, and before she could send her second fist out, she finally heard his voice clearly.

She looked up and said, "If Feng Zao is not Feng Zao, who else can it be?"

But she still panicked and threw him away, trying to turn around and leave, but accidentally saw something strange at the tip of his nose.

"You... have a nosebleed." She was a little nervous and took two steps back away from him.

"Me?" Feng Zao subconsciously raised his hand and wiped his nose.

Unexpectedly, the blood on the back of a hand was really wiped out.

He quickly raised his head, his face turned red with embarrassment.

"I'm fine, I may... maybe I'm just a little angry lately."

Qiaoer didn't say anything.

What anger? It was clearly because she accidentally broke the bridge of his nose with one punch just now.

She didn't expect that she could be so strong, probably because she was really too scared to do her best.

"How are you? Are you still flowing?"

Seeing that he kept raising his head, his nose bleeding seemed to have never stopped. He had nothing on his hands and could only wipe it with his sleeves, looking indescribable.

Qiaoer hesitated for a long time before finally taking out her handkerchief and walked to him: "Give it a little bit."

"Aren't you afraid of me?" Feng Zao was a little excited and wanted to take her handkerchief, but saw that his hands were covered with blood, afraid that the girl's house would stain.

In the end, I was still so embarrassed and didn't know what to do.

Qiaoer let out a breath and stuffed the handkerchief into his hand: "Pull it."

"dirty……"

"I don't want it anyway."

Feng Zao glanced at her and then took the handkerchief and wanted to wipe her nose.

But when he saw the delicate plum blossoms on the handkerchief, he was a little reluctant: "Did you embroidered it?"

Qiaoer nodded.

When I was always with the princess, I learned to do embroidery by the palace maids.

She is very good at embroidery, but she has never been discovered.

"It looks so good." Feng Zao turned around and wiped his nose with his sleeve, but put away her handkerchief without seeing it.
Chapter completed!