When Baitao went back, she really faced the wall.

But after a while, her head drooped, looking wilted, and her innocent and watery big eyes could let people see her heart at a glance, "Brother."

Bai Tu: "..."

After finally giving in, he lifted the little guy on the cushion with one hand and said, "Sit tight."

"Brother said in the palace about fattening, what does it mean to be fattened?" Baitao was puzzled.

Bai Tu said: "Eating hardships that others cannot endure, walking the path that others cannot walk, and becoming a person that others cannot be, this is fattening."

Endure hardship, walk, become an adult.

Wait until you become a good person before being eaten by monsters.

Baitao felt that the man named Zhao Zheng was too pitiful. After so many twists and turns, he only ended up being eaten.

It would be better to just take it back and swallow it in her mouth, which would be more enjoyable.

The little abacus in his heart was rattling. Bai Tao saw his brother leaning on the cave with his hands on his forehead, his silver hair flowing out. He closed his eyes and seemed to be thinking about something. Looking at this, his handsome features were so evil that it was beyond words.

She stood up on her fox paws and came to him, "Brother."

My brother hummed, "Yeah."

"Brother, can I also be fattened?" Baitao was ignorant and innocent.

"Can."

*

Three days later.

The sky was twilight, and there were some rustling sounds in the dilapidated house next to the horse gallery.

A shrill female voice was holding her throat, sobbing, "Zichu, my Zichu, why are you so cruel, wuwuwu."

"You said you would come back to pick me up. As you said, you lied to me, why did you lie to me! You are so cruel, you are so cruel, wuwuwu, my Zichu..."

"Squeak——"

The firewood door was pushed open, and Zhao Zheng walked out. He had a handsome face, as if he was already accustomed to everything around him.

After opening the door to let in some air, he held onto the door frame and looked up at the still dark sky outside.

He lay in bed for three days. Although the slaves who guarded him looked down upon him, he escaped the bad luck of being tricked because of the beads given by the girl.

My body has recovered to 30% to 40%, but the flesh scraped by the iron whip has not grown back yet, and every move causes acrid pain.

But Zhao Zheng didn't want to lie in bed like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. He used all the resources around him to create a chance to survive.

Zhao Zheng set up his horse in the yard.

He wielded military fists, and his fists brought wind.

Without a master to teach him, this boxing technique was taught to him by an old cavalryman who was disabled on the battlefield and retired to raising horses.

He especially cherishes other people's advice and practices diligently every day. Even if he cannot fight back when Zhao Yan's faction bullies him, he can avoid fatal injuries without leaving any traces.

The young boy was sweating in the courtyard, with a long mark bulging on his back under the cloth, showing an unyielding stubbornness.

Practiced three rounds.

He heard something strange besides the sound of fists. Zhao Zheng's clenched fists stopped in mid-air and he looked warily at the earthen wall next to him.

I saw a girl with a double-snail bun climbing up the wall in his yard at some point.

She was dangling red and struggling to climb. Although she was a little girl, she had the mischievous air of an elf.

She didn't panic when she was discovered.

She continued to climb as if she couldn't see her. This calm look almost made Zhao Zheng think it was her yard.

"thump."

The girl lost her grip and fell down, landing on her head and on all fours in the air.

The strange thing is that she doesn't howl or cry at the top of her lungs, she seems quiet.

After getting up, I looked up and saw that my originally pink face had turned gray.

A bit pitiful.

Zhao Zhengxin said that he took back his earlier thought that she was calm.

He walked over and asked, "Whose child are you from?"

Baitao felt a little depressed now, and Fox didn't want to talk when he was depressed.

If it weren't for the inconveniences of being a human being compared to being a fox, how could she have fallen down in such an embarrassing manner?

Then why don't you show off your skills with four paws in mid-air and then let out a roar?

Zhao Zheng saw that the girl's eyes were watery, her face was dirty and she was silent.

He's a little strange.

He also saw two golden bells tied to her ankles, but he hadn't heard the sound of the bells from just now until now. He couldn't raise his head during the banquet and couldn't see clearly the appearance of the girl who saved him. Could it be her?

"I am a brother's child."

Baitao clapped her hands and wiped her face again. In fact, she wanted to lick her fur now, but she held it back.

As soon as the words came out, Zhao Zheng understood who she was. He walked over and brought her half a gourd and a gourd to draw water from the well, "Wash first."

The well water was cool and slightly rippling. Bai Tao stretched out his hands and dipped them into the gourd gourd and rubbed them.

This ladle was a vessel for holding water, not for cleaning, but Zhao Zheng let her go, and finally wiped her hands.

Baitao felt that acting like this was a bit like a slave serving someone in the Zhao palace.

Didn’t you say you won’t be a slave?

She tilted her head to look at him. His long and thick eyelashes were slightly drooping, looking very regular.

rule?

Is it a rule that you won’t obey even if you’re beaten in the hall?

Baitao suspected that her feelings for him were wrong, but it seemed like that was the case. Just when she was savoring the feeling of the human emperor's flesh, a haggard-looking woman rushed out of the room.

The woman's eyes were sunken and hollow, without any light at all.

When she locked the extra white peach in the yard, her eyes suddenly burst with light, "Zi Chu! You are the person sent by Zi Chu, right? He came to pick me up, and he promised to take me back

From Qin, right? Did he promise it? Tell me!"

As she spoke, she stretched out her hands like dead branches to grab the white peach.

Baitao thought of a hundred ways to avoid it in her mind.

Zhao Zheng's obviously thin body next to him didn't know what kind of power he burst out. He actually picked up Baitao with one hand and avoided it, "Mom, she is not an official of the Qin State."

"How could it be, how could it not be?"

Zhao Ji couldn't believe it, "Look at how rich she is... how rich she is... Is she Zi Chu's son who was born in Qin, right?! Is your father greedy for glory and wealth and forgetting about us?"

Zhao Ji felt lost for a while, and burst into tears for a while.

Finally, she looked at Zhao Zheng bitterly, "It's all your fault. If I hadn't given birth to you as a burden, I would have returned to Qin with Zichu. Maybe I would be the one staying with her now. If you hadn't been holding me back, if you hadn't been holding me back,

, if it weren’t for you, how could I have escaped with you!”

She hates it more and more.

Her hatred turned into reality, and she scratched Zhao Zheng's face hard. Zhao Zheng turned his head to dodge, but was still scratched with a long bloody mark by his sharp fingertips.

The blood gushed out, but Zhao Zheng was distant and emotionless, "If you want to blame me, blame me."

Over the years, he has become accustomed to it.

Despite his calm appearance, he was holding on to Bai Tao's collar hand tightly, revealing deep self-injury.

Baitao felt like half of her feet were in the air. She knew that there was a folk saying called scolding a mother, and she wanted to learn it now.

There's nothing wrong with carrying it. I have to carry it by her neck.

Baitao cursed in her heart and said with a puffed face, "Let go."

Zhao Zheng put her down.

After putting it down, Baitao hid far away from him. Zhao Ji trembled and trembled in place for a while, then walked into the dark room like a lost soul. She was also very thin, so thin that she didn't seem to weigh anything.

It passed as if the ground was floating.

Zhao Ji cried as she walked, "Zi Chu, wu wu wu, my Zi Chu, I only hope that you will return..."

She is full of death energy and will definitely die in a few years.

Baitao scooped water from the bucket and splashed it all over the floor. Now she felt pitiful for Zhao Zheng again.

His father abandoned his mother and also wanted to leave him. From now on, he will be the only one left. After all the setbacks, he still wants to get into her and his brother's belly.

I don't know if it tastes good or not.
To be continued...