After the father and son finished talking about the business, Xiao Jingchuan couldn't stand anymore. He wanted to speak several times, but couldn't. Xiao Ci smiled when he saw this and didn't point it out. He just said: "Go, go and see your mother too."
"Hey." Xiao Jingchuan was happy to receive the response. He bowed his hands and turned around to leave.
There was no one in the study, and it suddenly became quiet. Only then did the smile on Xiao Ci's face disappear, and he called out: "Chuhan."
Chuhan came in in response, and Xiao Ci said: "Let's find out who did it and what are we looking for when Tianyin Village in Qizhou was wiped out."
After a pause, he continued: "The king and the princess met two groups of men in black on the road. Let's check carefully to see if there is any connection between the two groups of men in black."
Chuhan's eyebrows were cold and he lowered his head: "Yes, I will go right now."
Afraid of Song Qinghuan's worries along the way, Xiao Ci didn't mention many things to her. The entire Tianyin Village was not completely dead. That day he chased after the movement, and there was indeed one living person.
The young boy was only about the same age as Xiao Jingchuan, but he was thin and small, with unkempt hair and ragged clothes. He had no way to escape after being chased by him, so he was so frightened that he shrank his whole body, holding his head and trembling with fear.
He couldn't help saying: "I searched and robbed, I really don't have what you want, I really don't, have mercy on me, have mercy on me, I really don't have it, I really don't have it..."
The child was trembling with fear. Half of his face was burned under his long hair, down to his neck. Due to the passage of time, those wounds had long since scabbed, leaving only hideous and ugly scars.
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There were two fires up and down the mountain in Tianyin Village, killing countless people. It seems that this child also climbed out of the pile of dead people.
Looking at the child, Xiao Ci also thought of Xiao Jingchuan. He did not scare the child, but squatted in the distance and asked him tentatively: "What are they looking for? Don't you have any?"
The young boy was stunned for a moment, and suddenly he went crazy again, roaring: "No, no, no, no, no, no, everything is overturned, have you found what you want?"
After shouting this, his eyes turned red again, tears fell down, and he cried helplessly: "Please, don't kill people, don't kill people, I'll give you everything you want, don't kill people"
Now, stop killing people..."
Xiao Ci immediately guessed why the village was in trouble. Seeing the child's painful appearance, he still pretended that he had not seen him.
But his heart became more and more uneasy. He didn't know who among the people he knew had such a vicious heart, and killed all the innocent people in the village, including the government officials, and burned the corpses to eliminate any trace.
In other words, those people are doing this for that kind of thing, and they are just looking at goodness.
Xiao Ci sat alone in the study for a while, feeling vaguely in his heart that even if he escaped from Kyoto and stayed in Ruizhou City, he might not be able to clean himself up, and he would still be involved in the dirty water sooner or later.
Xiao Ci hid in the study room and felt at ease for a moment, but he was only serious for a moment.
Song Qinghuan also asked someone to carry him into the house with a bamboo pole, holding a medicine box in his hand. Seeing the tired look on his face, he glared and said: "It seems that the prince really doesn't care about himself."
It's your destiny."
Xiao Ci looked at her and smiled: "How dare you? If I die before you do, wouldn't it be an advantage to Wei Yutang?"
The knot in his heart had long since disappeared, and he had no other meaning when he said these words. They were just a few words of ridicule, but they caused Song Qinghuan to glare at him again.
After he finished glaring, he heard her say again: "Hurry up and clean up. You have to take care of your injuries, otherwise I will really die for you."
Xiao Ci was not annoyed, he laughed, frowned while pulling at the wound, and responded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, let's go now."
At the back of the study there was not only an inner room for resting, but also a bathroom. A few boys brought water in and helped Xiao Ci to the bathroom to bathe and wash his hair.
Song Qinghuan herself was injured in her legs and feet. She waited for some time to recuperate, but she didn't help. She just sat by the bed in the inner room and played with her precious medicines.
Xiao Ci came out clean and undressed. He only wore a pair of obscene pants to cover up his shame. The major and minor injuries on his body could be seen clearly.
Song Qinghuan raised his eyes, then with a gloomy expression, he stood up and pointed to the bed: "Come here and lie down."
Xiao Ci responded in response, and obediently walked over and lay down. His hair dripping with water dropped onto the pillow and was instantly dyed a dark color.
After returning to Prince Rui's Mansion, Song Qinghuan had more elixirs in his hands. He first selected a few flavors for Xiao Ci to swallow, and then cleaned his wound again, sprinkled the golden elixir on the wound, and used clean gauze to
Tie it up carefully.
She moved gently, for fear of hurting him, and while bandaging, she warned: "Some injuries are so deep that you can see the bones. Although it is not life-threatening, you have lost too much blood. Although there are many things to be busy with these days, you still have to do it."
Just take more rest and change the medicine in time."
Xiao Ci's eyes fell on Song Qinghuan's still red eyes, and he lightly curved his lips and smiled: "With you reminding me all the time, I will definitely be fine in a few days."
Song Qinghuan had also just freshened up. Although her hair was wrung dry, she still smelled of xiangzi, which was light and pleasant.
Xiao Ci took a breath and sighed: "The feeling of peace of mind."
The person felt sleepy, his eyes were half-drowsing, and he fell asleep in a short time.
Song Qinghuan saw that he was very tired, so she didn't bother him. The corners of her lips evoked a smile that even she didn't realize, and the movements of her hands became more and more gentle.
After the trauma was treated, Xiao Ci's body was bandaged up like a rice dumpling.
Song Qinghuan covered him with a blanket and then felt for his pulse again.
After being out for many days, I couldn't eat well, couldn't sleep well, and was injured all over my body. When I fell asleep, I had a high fever again.
I knew that he was kept alive because of the cold wind ahead, but he still couldn't help but mutter: "He is really a troublemaker. He is such a big man and he has to take care of a child."
She muttered, but when she turned around, she still asked someone to take her back to Mingyue Pavilion. She didn't have time to rest, so she went into the pharmacy to prepare medicine.
Xiao Ci is a man with a strong sense of responsibility. The entire Ruizhou Mansion is under his jurisdiction. It has been attacked by a flood. There are still people sent by Empress Dowager Jiang to deal with it. Even if he is ill, he has to be busy.
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She packed the medicines one by one, thought about it, and asked Texue to deliver them to Xiao Jingtong.
Xiao Jingtong held the packets of medicine and stared at him: "What do you mean, mother, you want me to deliver medicine to dad every three hours, and I have to watch dad drink it?"
Taxue said with a smile: "That's what the princess told me. The princess also said that this important matter must be done by the little princess."
Xiao Jingtong held the packets of medicine, grinned, and agreed cheerfully: "It's up to me how serious it is.
