In the stone house, under the dim candlelight, the expression on his face was as usual.

It was as if everything that happened last night had never happened to him.

"I..." Xia Qianqian took a deep breath and organized her words over and over again, trying to explain something to him.

But his eyes fell on the upper part of her shoes that exposed the hem of her skirt.

In order to escape for her life last night, she ran along the mountain road and accidentally twisted her foot several times. The uppers of her cloth shoes were also worn out by the sharp sand and gravel tips, and even the tops of her feet were worn through the cloth socks.

A pair of ordinary pink cloth shoes had a dark red blood stain on them, which was particularly eye-catching.

"Are you injured?" he asked suddenly.

Xia Qianqian lowered her head and looked at her feet, then pulled her feet back in embarrassment, "It doesn't matter. It's just a small injury."

"A girl's feet are very important!"

He reminded, then took out a small bottle of golden sore medicine from his arms and put it on the table, "Here, treat the wound first."

"No need!"

Unknowingly, Xia Qianqian's tone of voice returned to the previous respectful tone, "Yesterday, I came out in a hurry. My mother would be very worried if I didn't come back all night. As soon as it gets light, I want to go back."

"At dawn, I guess you won't be able to go back." He looked at her with a faint look in his eyes.

Xia Qianqian's heart suddenly tightened and she pursed her lips tightly, "Why?"

"There was a battle last night, but Feng Wei did not find any bones. There are still bandits running around inside Fanshan, and there are too many people who have been kidnapped and need to be resettled. Therefore, the exit from Fanshan has not yet been opened."<

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"I will send someone to inform your mother that she is safe."

"Oh!" She lowered her head in disappointment.

He explained patiently and asked again: "Don't you want to talk to your dad more?"

Dad!

Summer Pond!

The man who put her life and death at risk on the Fu'an River.

The person who knew she was under house arrest by Feng Wei but never came to rescue him.

The kind of scumbag who abandons his wife and children is not worthy of being a father.

"He abandoned us and volunteered to become Feng Wei's adviser. Since then, I have no father."

Xia Qianqian's eyes were cold and she spoke decisively.

Ji Zimo's eyes lingered on her face, trying to find any trace of her sadness, but unfortunately there was none.

"You..." He wanted to say something else, but Xiao Yong bowed his hands and saluted outside, "Your Highness!"

He is actually very busy.

Ji Zimo glanced out the window, then suddenly took a few steps forward and came to her.

Xia Qianqian raised her eyes and saw that the distance between the two was very close, so close that noses were about to fight.

"You..." He was rarely strong in front of her.

But once he gets strong, Xia Qianqian has no power to resist him.

He looked down at her, his breathtaking eyes exuding unquestionable pressure, "Take care of the injury on your foot first. When I come back later, if it hasn't been taken care of yet, I'll come to help you personally."

As he said that, he glanced down at her feet and solemnly said word by word: "If you look at your feet or touch your feet, I will no longer be your boyfriend, but your man. No more regrets!"

He said the last five words very seriously.

Xia Qianqian's back stiffened in fright, her lips pursed into a straight line, and she shook her head anxiously.

Mo Yu can be her boyfriend, but if he is her husband...

Her emotional intelligence is not high, but she takes relationships extremely seriously.

Although they have gone through a lot of things, if you look at it carefully, it has only been three months since they met. She will not marry anyone in a flash marriage.

"I will take care of it as soon as possible!" She deliberately looked away, making Ji Zimo's heart feel a little hurt for no reason.

In Daqian Kingdom, he was the favorite of many girls in the boudoir, and how many people wanted to marry her day and night.

But he ignored everything.

Only she, facing him who was so proactive, backed away in fear.

What is she afraid of, or is there really someone else in her heart?

Feng Wei's words caused more and more ripples in his mind.

He then took a big step back and his expression became distant, "It's best this way."

The young man in front of me still looked calm when he entered the door, unable to tell the difference between happiness and anger, but now he flicked his sleeves and strode away.

Xia Qianqian clearly noticed that there was anger in his chest.

She chased her to the door and took a quick look.

In the misty sky, his black figure disappeared around the corner of the arch, looking cold and stubborn.

What's going on here?

Could it be that he wanted to treat the wound on her foot and see her feet?

Xia Qianqian immediately shook her head, this idea was too ridiculous.

Turning around, she closed the door, walked to the table, carefully took off her cloth shoes, and gently tore off her cloth socks.

The blood on the wound had long since dried up, causing the wound to stick to the stockings, causing pain when pulled even slightly.

"Hiss!" She gasped in pain.

"Bang!"

The door that was ajar was suddenly opened again.

Ji Zimo held a basin of hot water in his hand and stood at the moment.

When he saw her jade-like feet exposed, for a moment, his eyes didn't know where to go.

"Bring you a basin of hot water and rub it around the wound!"

He deliberately turned away his eyes, walked quickly to the table, put the basin on the table, turned around, and hurried away.

The door was quickly closed.

Geng Zhong's loud voice rang out in the courtyard, "Your Highness, you can just let your subordinates do the work of delivering hot water. Why do you have to do it yourself?"

"Shut up!"

Inside the house, Xia Qianqian looked at the hot water on the table and couldn't help but laugh.

She wetted her socks with hot water and carefully took them off.

It was just the instep where a little skin was wiped off. There was a lot of bleeding, but the wound was very small.

She carefully wiped the area around the wound clean with a towel, poured some gold sore medicine and applied it, then took out a suitable bandage from the Ruyi bracelet and applied it carefully.

These socks can no longer be worn.

She then took out a pair of thick socks from her Ruyi bracelet and put them on first.

After packing everything, she felt the dampness and coldness in the air.

She quickly went to bed, wrapped herself in a quilt, listened to the bustle of people outside, and thought about where that unreliable father had gone.

Once, she wanted to find out information about him and rescue him from Fanshan.

For mother, for Yuanbao.

But now, with such a scumbag father, how could she tell Li Yunniang about him?

Thinking of him, she felt frustrated for a while. Finally, sleepiness came over her. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.

At a place at the bottom of Fanshan Mountain, a group of officers and soldiers surrounded a man in yellow robe.

During the confrontation between the two parties, the long sword in the yellow robe man's hand was inserted into the ground, supporting his body, and a pair of dark eyes looked at the officers and soldiers on the opposite side warily.

Cao Ran waved the long sword in his hand and said sternly: "Xia Chi, just go ahead and capture him."

"Humph!"

There was a cold snort in his nose, and Xia Chi sneered: "Cao Ran, my master is loyal to the Holy One, but during the Ziwei Tower incident, he was misfortune and unfortunately lived and died. With such hatred in the sky, how can you let me catch him without mercy."

"Xia Chi, don't be stubborn. The death of the master has nothing to do with the late emperor. It has nothing to do with the current saint, and has nothing to do with His Highness the Wise King. And you support the traitors as the main ones, which is really treason."
Chapter completed!