The people outside are gone.

Only Baitao, Zhao Zheng, who was dealing with numerous injuries, and perhaps Zhao Ji hiding in the house crying were left.

In order to apply the medicine better, Zhao Zheng took off the linen clothes that stuck to his upper body, revealing the lean body of the young boy, and applied the crushed medicine on it.

During the treatment process, his brows remained motionless, as if these horrific injuries were not caused to him.

When he was almost done with it, Zhao Zheng saw Baitao watching him unblinkingly.

"Isn't it ugly?" he said.

There is still a problem with his back, and Zhao Zheng does not intend to deal with it. These are simply not fatal injuries, and he can survive even if he is uncomfortable.

Afraid of the hideous scars, the girl was frightened when she saw it. Zhao Zheng was about to put on his clothes when he heard her soft voice, "It's not ugly, but I've never seen it before."

Zhao Zheng's thin, bony wrist paused, and he turned sideways to avoid her.

He turned his back to her again.

What is the difference between this and stripping naked for her to eat?

Baitao looked at his mottled back. There were blood scabs crisscrossing them. It felt very similar to the fish with scales shaved off on the chopping board. In short, it made the vixen lose his appetite.

She decided not to eat him yet. Brother's fattening made sense.

Too bad to eat.

Baitao picked up the medicine jar and mixed the medicine juice, "You don't have any medicine on your back, let me help you."

Zhao Zheng was a little hesitant, but he didn't know why he was hesitant.

He thought that maybe no one helped him apply medicine every time he was injured. Baitao was small, so he sat under the stone steps. Baitao stood on the high stone steps, applied it on it and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

He has suffered no matter how painful the injury, so why should he be afraid of taking medicine?

But the girl always thought that he was afraid of pain, so she would blow on her after asking. The hot breath coming out of her mouth was so soft and dense that it almost made the high wall in his heart collapse. "What about this? Isn't it better?"

?”

The back of Zhao Zheng's hands tightened, revealing his unstable mood.

After a long time, he heard his own voice, "Yeah."

"My brother said, huff and puff to relieve pain." Baitao said with great interest, "I haven't huffed anyone yet, and you are the first one."

You are also the first.

Zhao Zhengxin said.

After applying the medicine, Baitao jumped down the stone steps, "It's ready, you can get dressed."

Zhao Zheng stood up and put on his belt. Baitao brought the oilcloth bag over and said, "Nuo, the roast chicken I brought you is very delicious. It's crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. You can eat more of it."

Eat more and you will gain weight.

The fatter you are, the tastier I will be.

Baitao thought so well.

"Why are you so nice to me?"

Zhao Zheng has been accustomed to seeing the cold world since he was a child, which has contributed to his cold temperament and will not easily accept charity from others.

Baitao tilted her head and asked in confusion: "Is this good for you?" It's just a roast chicken.

"That's right."

Zhao Zheng was relieved and silently kept her kindness in his heart.

The icing on the cake is good, but it is even more valuable to provide help in times of need. He lacks food and clothing, and is often hungry without finishing his first meal. To him, a roast chicken is the most delicious thing in the world.

Zhao Zheng sat on the stone steps and feasted, while Baitao held up her chin and watched him eating.

There's nothing polite about eating slowly, it's just completely informal.

But she could actually see a sense of accomplishment, as if she was making some kind of fattening plan.

Baitao remembered what Brother Jirou had said before, "The mountains are high and the rivers are long. We will see you later."

She wanted to change it now, "The Roast Chicken King has a chance of fattening up."

Zhao Zheng was halfway through eating and asked, "Can I give it to my mother?"

"sure."

It was given to him anyway. Bai Tao nodded.

Zhao Zheng entered the house and came out shortly after putting down the roasted chicken. Baitao seemed to hear the sound of an oilcloth being opened and the sound of chewing inside the house. Other than that, the woman in the house didn't say a word.

But Zhao Zheng's face was so full of glory, everyone would feel sorry for him.

Baitao thought.

She had also seen the children in the market lying in their mother's arms, just like she had been in her brother's arms when she was a child.

That was complete dependence, but Zhao Zheng was not dependent on his mother. Not only that, his mother didn't care about him at all.

It's like they are strangers.

Could it be that... Zhao Zheng picked it up?

Baitao glanced at Zhao Zheng's appearance suspiciously, and immediately threw the idea away after seeing it.

That woman is naturally beautiful, and Zhao Zheng is also good-looking, like her.

He will definitely be a stunningly handsome man when he grows up, maybe not inferior to her brother.

Bah, bah, bah, her brother is the prettiest.

Thinking of brother, Baitao didn't plan to stay any longer, "I'm going back. Brother will worry about me if I've been out for a long time."

Zhao Zheng responded, "Okay, I'll see you off."

Zhao Zheng escorted her all the way to the Bai Mansion.

He was always alert, with his eyes and ears in all directions. Every time a passerby of all kinds passed by Baitao, he tensed up and prepared for action.

Is it unsafe for an eleven-year-old boy to walk on the street with a girl who is only eight or nine years old?

But Bai Tao, who was jumping up and down in front, obviously didn't have this worry. She focused on the various food stalls.

"Chrysanthemum rice balls, chrysanthemum rice balls, they are so soft and glutinous that you can't fit them into one bite."

"Selling lotus root, lotus root, lotus root, crunchy, crunchy."

"Mutton mixed with leeks, mutton mixed with leeks, the couple will last forever, the man will be invincible, and the woman will be as beautiful as a flower."

Bai Tao was obviously a big customer. He bought a little of everything, but after tasting it, he lost interest. "It's an exaggeration, it's not as delicious as the roasted chicken."

Zhao Zheng followed her and ate the rest of her food silently. She walked through the market and did not stop when the white peaches entered the alley. She plucked the green dogtail grass growing along the alley and said, "I want to find the biggest

of one."

The girl is smart and has sharp eyes.

Obviously very skilled at this kind of thing, she divided the road in the alley into sections, picked out the two largest ones from each section, and finally picked up a handful of foxtail grass and asked him, "Tell me, which one is the biggest?"

From this angle, Zhao Zheng could only see her bulging buns and the red caltrops wrapped around them, but not her weird expression.

He stretched out his hand to remove the leaves on her head, "Don't you have the answer in your heart?"

Baitao let go of her little hand, and the other dog-tail grass fell down. She was holding a grass stem in her hand, "I have decided, I want it."

Zhao Zheng: "Yeah."

There was no one cleaning the alley, and there were many gravels in it. Baitao held up the foxtail grass without looking at the road, so he got closer to her.

This way, even if he falls, he can catch him in time.

Unexpectedly, as they were walking, her soft little hand suddenly held his hand that was calloused by years of hard work.

Zhao Zheng was a little flustered and moved his hands to the side in a panic.

Avoid.

He used to avoid being hurt, but this time he didn't know what to avoid. The girl was his biggest surprise.

But Baitao didn't allow him to hide, "What are you doing? Why don't you let me lead you?"

Zhao Zheng couldn't answer. He could only let her hold her hand stiffly, as if the hand had been completely separated and split in half.

The two little hands held hands and arrived at the gate of Baifu. They seemed to have an awkward harmony, an awkward harmony.

The plaque on the gate of Baifu was new and brightly decorated. There was an endless stream of scholars in civilian clothes at the door. Zhao Zheng took her little hand and looked up, narrowing his eyes slightly.

Baitao, this little heartless fox, was holding people's hands eagerly just now. Now that she was home, she decisively spread her paws and ran in with her short legs, "Goodbye."

"..."

Zhao Zheng looked at his empty hands, clenched and unclenched them, turned around and left.

When Baitao returned home, she went to look for her brother. Unexpectedly, she saw her brother's yard full of clucking hens. There were at least hundreds of them. The hens were flapping their wings and stretching their necks, and the slaves were screaming.
To be continued...