Chu Qianli has always been particularly sad recently.
She had tasted all kinds of things and had seen the world in all its harshness, but this was the first time she saw her biological mother, who repeatedly wanted to push the son who loved her to die.
He knew that returning to the palace to see his mother might lead to death, but he still went back.
Just because I want to see my mother one last time.
But in the end, he really had to pay the price with his life.
He had anticipated it, and even willingly took the poison.
Yes, it was because Chu Qianli had never tasted this kind of feeling that she felt even more pitiful.
It was so pitiful that she wished she was Feng Dingchu's mother.
If she had such a good son, she would definitely love him, pity him and protect him.
Buy the most beautiful clothes for him to wear, cook the best food for him, and let him live the happiest life.
Unfortunately, she is not.
"I'll give you the medicine first, okay?" she said softly.
Feng Dingchu said nothing and still closed his eyes.
Chu Qianli wanted to untie his clothes.
When her long fingers fell on the hem of his clothes, Feng Dingchu's tall body was still subconsciously tense, trying to push her away.
Chu Qianli's voice was as gentle as the breeze outside: "Since you are not even afraid of death, why are you afraid of the doctor taking a look at your broken body?"
Broken body!
Feng Dingchu struggled for the last time and gave up completely.
Since it is a broken body, why should we care?
After living for more than thirty years, I can't see things as clearly as a little girl.
Chu Qianli finally successfully pulled off his clothes.
Injuries all over.
Another body suddenly appeared in my mind.
It turns out that being the God of War is really not easy.
The two generations of war gods also have scars all over their bodies.
His head was only slightly distracted, but Chu Qianli quickly gathered his thoughts, took out the golden sore medicine, and treated his wounds.
The most serious ones were the two arrow wounds on his back.
The flesh and blood are blurry, so not only do you need to apply medicine, but you also need to bandage them.
Fortunately, he was so depressed now that he seemed obedient. Chu Qianli bandaged him without encountering many obstacles.
After bandaging the wound and applying medicine, it was almost dawn.
Chu Qianli went out for a trip and explained some things to Shiyi. When he came back, Feng Dingchu was still sitting by the bed and didn't rest.
Just sit quietly.
"I see you can't sleep either. How about I take you somewhere?"
Feng Dingchu didn't say anything, so Chu Qianli went over and gave him a hand.
He came down obediently.
When his feet landed on the ground, his dark eyebrows finally couldn't help but frown.
"You know it hurts, right?"
It's not like he's a real wooden person. How can he feel no pain from the wounds on his body?
"Knowing that it hurts at least proves that you are still alive. If you are alive, you have to live a good life."
Chu Qianli took his hand, and there was no warmth in these big palms.
well!
"Let's go, take you out and take a good look at the world."
Taking advantage of the fact that the sky was not yet completely bright, the two of them used Qinggong and soon arrived at the village on the outskirts of Chitose City.
"This city is named after you, but you don't know how miserable the people's lives are in some corners that you can't see."
As far as you can see, this village is full of thatched houses.
It's a completely different world from the downtown area in the city.
Chu Qianli pulled Feng Dingchu onto the roof of the thatched house. With a twist of his wrist, there was a bag of rice in his hand.
A heavy bag of rice.
"Although I don't have much money, I can still provide some relief, but it's a little heavy, so you have to help."
A bag of rice weighs fifteen kilograms and weighs thirty kilograms, which is indeed a bit heavy.
"Come, today, make some contribution to your Chitose City? Go and send rice!"
