The people outside are gone.
Only Baitao, Zhao Zheng, who was dealing with numerous scars, 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 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 from the side.
"Isn't it ugly?" he said.
There was still a problem with his back, and Zhao Zheng didn't intend to deal with it. These were simply not fatal injuries, and he could survive despite the pain.
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's 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 its scales shaved off on the chopping board. In short, it made the vixen lose his appetite.
She decided not to eat him yet, as 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, 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?"
"No pain."
He has suffered no matter how painful the injury, so he is not afraid of taking medicine.
But the girl always thought he was afraid of pain, so she wanted to blow on him after asking. The hot breath coming out of her mouth was continuous and dense. The wall that was erected in his heart almost collapsed, "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 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 for you is delicious. It's crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. You can eat more."
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.
"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 roasted chicken is already a delicacy in the world.
Zhao Zheng sat on the stone steps and feasted, while Baitao held up her chin and watched him eating.
There is no politeness about eating slowly, it is 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 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 will hopefully gain weight."
Zhao Zheng was halfway through eating and asked, "Can I give it to my mother?"
"sure."
It's for him anyway. Baitao nodded.
Zhao Zheng entered the room and came out shortly after putting down the roasted chicken. Baitao seemed to hear the sound of the oilcloth being opened and the sound of chewing in the room. Other than that, the woman in the room did not say a word.
But Zhao Zheng's face was so full of glory, everyone would feel sad.
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 was as if they were 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 be worried 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 Bai Mansion.
He is always alert, with eyes and ears in all directions. Every time all kinds of passers-by 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're so soft and glutinous that you can't fit in 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 is as strong as a golden gun, and the woman is as beautiful as a flower."
Baitao 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. After walking through the market and entering the alley, the white peaches did not stop. 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, while walking, her soft little hand suddenly held his calloused hand from doing rough work all year round.
Zhao Zheng was a little flustered and hid his hands to the side.
Dodge.
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 hold me back?"
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, squinting slightly.
Baitao, this little heartless fox, was holding people's hands eagerly just now. Now that they were 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. Turn around and leave.
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. Catch in the back.
With that posture, it would be no exaggeration to say that hot oil is fried in a pan and chicken feathers fly into the sky.
Baitao stuck her head out and then retracted her head.
"??"
She wondered if her brother was angry.
As the saying goes, there must be a demon when things go wrong. My brother is a big demon. If the big demon is a demon, he must be a demon within a demon.
In the past, when she was naughty, her brother never punished her, but he would use very evil methods.
For example, she likes to run all the way to other mountains without returning to her cave. Whenever her brother returned to the meal point, he would take her over several hills to eat, and then take her back again.
For example, she likes to pick up all kinds of junk and bring it back to her cave. My brother doesn't clean it up, he just picks it up for her and throws it all into her nest when it can't fit.
Another example is that when she was still as big as a palm, she liked to chase big birds, even vultures. Once she was almost caught by a vulture and it was carried to the sky. Her brother slapped the vulture to death in front of her and then carried it away. An ugly vulture.
After repeated attempts several times, Baitao's wild nature was finally reduced and she became more compliant.
But this time, why did brother buy so many old hens?
Baitao was a little nervous.
It can’t be said that the eggs are laid just to look good.
Is it because she brought a roast chicken to Zhao Zheng in the morning? But what she mentioned was not a hen, but a rooster.
Brother, I must have bought the wrong one.
"brat."
A voice as pleasant as broken jade sounded behind him. Baitao swallowed and turned around. Brother A was holding a white fractured fan in his hand and was wearing a red official robe. He looked so noble beyond words.
He clapped his palms with the handle of the fan and glanced at her, "Why are you standing outside if you don't go back to the house?"
"Brother!"
Not naming him meant that my brother was not angry. Baitao reached out and grabbed the corner of his robe, and said happily, "Brother, I want a hug."
Bai Tu hit her on the head and said, "He went out to make mischief again."
"No." Baitao denied.
He turned to pick her up and said, "Did you see the hen in the house?"
The white peach chick pecked at the rice: "Yeah, yeah, yeah."
"I'll give you a mission. Go and look at the hens that my brother bought for you. You can choose whichever one is suitable for your eyes. You can help the future King Zhao hold his eyes and choose a queen for him."
Bai Tao was confused: Hen Queen?
