Chapter 142 (2/2)

At this time, the peach blossom's eyes were frozen, like a cold blade quenched with ice. His face was gloomy and terrible, almost dripping ink.

Chu Zhi raised his eyes, some shaking God, half a ring before he looked clear.

Then he asked, ”Why are you here?”

”I ask you something!” Han Zhan pursed into his lips. ”Who did it?”

Chu Zhi drooped his eyes slightly.

Seeing that she didn't want to say, Han Zhan was not easy to ask, but when her face was covered with blue and purple shocking scars, Han Zhan only felt a heart pulling pain, which made him out of breath.

There is a mass of anger hidden in the bottom of my heart. I can't find an outlet.

Strange to say, Chu Zhi felt that her heart was like a stone. It was so heavy that she couldn't breathe and wanted to suffocate. But now, seeing Han Zhan so angry, her anger suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Chu Zhi's mouth rose slightly and smiled: ”nothing, it's all over.”

Seeing her light wind and light clouds, Han Zhan reached out and touched her wound. Before touching it, he immediately withdrew.

Careful, like a treasure.

”Does it hurt?”

Chu Zhi shook his head: ”it doesn't hurt.”

Han Zhan pursed his lips and said, ”little liar!”

Chu Zhi chuckled: ”it doesn't hurt.”

Han Zhan stopped talking and bowed his head to make trouble in the dowry.

For a long time, I looked up and asked, ”I remember I gave you a bottle of ointment last time. Where did you put it?”

Chu Zhi opened another box, in which lay a white jade bottle.

Han Zhan opened the bottle, dipped some ointment with his fingertips and looked at the line of sight of SHANGCHU branch: ”it hurts a little. I'll try to be light. If it's heavy, you must tell me.”

Chu Zhi nodded slightly.

This is the first time Han Zhan has given medicine to others. He is still a girl. The key is that this girl is not ordinary to him.

For fear of hurting Chu Zhi, Han Zhan was careful, concentrating and holding his breath.

The young man's flirtatious peach blossom eyes are clean and clear, the product is slightly feminine, and his face is full of seriousness and stubbornness. He quietly looks at Chu Zhi, as if everything in the world could only allow her to be in his eyes.

The cold wind outside the window makes the branches hoarse, but the room is quiet. The orange gauze lamp emits a gentle light, enveloping them.

After the last application, Han Zhan breathed a long sigh.

He looked at Chu Zhi, with the joy of success: ”well, so there will be no scars.”

Then he went to check the scratch on Chu Zhi's hand.

A good-looking frown can kill a mosquito.

”Try not to touch the water in recent days, otherwise the wound will be healed slowly. Ask your servant girl to wipe it on time. You must not fester. Also, you can't take medicine for your wound. You can ask the people below to make some medicinal meals. If the women in the palace have something, they can arrange the medicinal meals. I think it's good. You can also try it. I'll ask the imperial doctor later. What else do you have You should pay attention to how to make the wound better quickly. I'll tell you after I write it down. And... ”

Han Zhan was nagging, holding Chu Zhi's hand and telling him, suddenly hit a drop of water, and then another drop. These drops seemed to be like a competition. They scrambled to fall down and hit the back of Han Zhan's hand, dizzy and blooming.

His voice stopped suddenly.