The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

"That's what you said. I don't care if he cries."

Shang Xi also showed her attitude, "Cry if you want, it's better than dying from the wound getting worse."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Feng took two steps at a time and reached out to pick up the child who called himself "Big Eyes".

The child didn't know who had grabbed his collar from behind. He was so frightened that he kept kicking his legs and yelling, "Put me down, put me down..."

Cheng Feng threw the child in front of Shang Xi, "Shang Xi, tell him this is the last chance. If you want to use the medicine, take off your clothes. If you don't want to use the medicine, get out immediately."

Shang Xi glared at Cheng Feng and said, "Keep your voice down. You're scaring him."

"How can a dying person be so delicate?"

In such a short while, Cheng Feng had said "die, die, die" several times. The child was frightened out of his wits. He muttered to himself, "I won't die. I've escaped to Fengqi. I won't die."

Seeing that he regarded Fengqi as his refuge and safe haven, Cheng Feng pointed at the ground and said mercilessly: "Look at what's dripping on the ground!"

It was the child's blood. Looking at the trail of blood on the ground and his own wet hands, the child finally began to sob.

Shang Xi looked at the blood on the ground and felt worried for the child. At the same time, she comforted him, "Don't be afraid. We have a wound medicine that can stop the bleeding. The few drops of blood on the ground may look scary, but there isn't much."

Hearing this, the child looked at Shang Xi as if he had been saved, "Can you apply medicine to me?"

"Your wound is a bit complicated. Can I get a doctor for you?"

The child shook his head like a rattle and said, "If I see a doctor, I'm dead. I won't see a doctor."

"You have perverse logic. A doctor's job is to save lives. Any later and someone will die." A skinny child was wounded by a sword and it has not healed for more than a month. I'm afraid his blood is almost drained.

When the child saw Shang Xi wanted to call a doctor for him, he turned around and ran away. Cheng Feng was quick to catch him and said, "Don't struggle. I'll apply medicine for you."

The child looked at Cheng Feng and thought that although this man looked ferocious, he was definitely more reliable than the doctor, so he nodded in agreement.

This time Cheng Feng let go, and the child did not run away. Instead, he lay obediently on the ground, revealing his wound. Shang Xi slightly shifted her eyes. She vaguely felt that the child's wound contained intestines. If the wound was a little bigger, the intestines would probably be exposed.

Shang Xi looked at Cheng Feng, not quite trusting him, "Can you do it?"

"Let's try our best to save the dying horse. It's his own fault for being so stubborn and afraid of doctors."

Shang Xi swallowed and said, "...I don't want to die in your hands!"

The child lying on the ground listened to the conversation between the two adults and felt uneasy. However, he still said something conscientiously, imitating the adults: "Well... death is my fate, and I won't blame you."

Cheng Feng shook his head, then walked over to Cheng Youning and took Cheng Feng's bowl away. Cheng Youning reached out and grabbed Cheng Feng's arm, "Daddy, I haven't finished eating yet. Qiao Rong just picked up a four-happiness meatball for me."

"Didn't you just eat a four-happiness meatball?"

"The child can eat two."

"Don't eat it, give it to that 'Big Eyes'."

"Daddy, why should I take special care of him? I am your biological son."

Cheng Feng was completely indifferent to the little complaining look in his eyes. "You won't starve to death if you skip a meal, but that child, if he doesn't eat enough, he won't be able to withstand the treatment."

Cheng Youning reluctantly let go of Cheng Feng's hand, "Didn't I just give out porridge? Why are you trying to steal my food?"

"That child was afraid of me and didn't go to get porridge. But your food and drink aroused his appetite. If you continue to reclaim land here in the future, you can't eat such good lunch. Lord Lin Ling's sesame cakes are the most suitable." After saying this, Cheng Feng turned and left.

Song Qianyuan, who was guarding two bags of candy, said, "Your Highness, do you still want to eat a sesame cake? I have another one." As he said that, Song Qianyuan took out a dry sesame cake from his arms.

Cheng Youning was a little disgusted. "It's as hard as a rock. How can I eat it?"

"Soak it in soup. Tear up some of this pancake and soak it in the soup from the Four Happiness Meatballs. It will become soft."

Cheng Youning touched his stomach and found that he was only half full when his father mercilessly took away his bowl of rice. "Then you can help me tear the bread into small pieces and put them in the soup. I still have to go to the land after I fill my stomach."

The soup in the Four Happiness Meatballs was pitifully small, only enough to soak half a pancake, and the remaining half was soaked in the Chrysanthemum Fish.

Cheng Youning casually asked Song Qianyuan, "Did your father, my husband, really resign from his post?"

Mentioning this, Song Qianyuan felt a little embarrassed, and glanced uncomfortably at Qiao Rong who had just argued with him. Qiao Rong had a cold face and was using chopsticks to make a steamed bun for Cheng Youning. The bun was a little softer after soaking, but it didn't look very delicious.

"I heard that the memorial my father wrote last night has been sent to the palace."

"It's because of me."

Song Qianyuan remained silent, his attitude was self-evident, it was because of Cheng Youning.

"Qianyuan, tell the master that if he doesn't like me, he can resign from the position of the Crown Prince's Grand Tutor. As for the Shanglin Ling, don't resign. If the master dislikes the low position, I can speak well of it to my grandfather, but my words are mostly ineffective. All I can do is do my best and leave the rest to fate."

Song Qianyuan shook his head. "My father doesn't listen to my grandfather, so I don't dare to say anything. I think it's better to resign, otherwise I will be looked down upon."

After saying this, Song Qianyuan glanced at Qiao Rong again, but Qiao Rong still ignored him.

There are no major conflicts among these people, but their relationship is difficult to get along with. Song Qianyuan looks down on Cheng Youning, and Qiao Rong doesn't like Song Qianyuan. If Song Tingzhi resigns from the position of Prince's Grand Tutor, everyone will be happy.

Cheng Youning said, "I'll go to the palace tonight to see if your resignation letter has reached the emperor, and then think of a solution. It's not that I don't want you to resign because of me."

After a few words from the children, the relationship eased a lot. None of them wanted to make the relationship too stiff, including Cheng Youning. He was the culprit for Song Tingzhi's resignation. Since Song Tingzhi retreated, he would not make things difficult for the Song family.

As the old saying goes, once a teacher, always a father. Song Tingzhi worked for him, but that was also under the title of his teacher. He would not betray his teacher and ancestors and show no respect to his elders just because he did hard labor for two days. If he did that, his grandfather would be the first one to not forgive him, and his master's letter of resignation would also be ruthlessly rejected.

In short, the three half-grown children all had their own thoughts.

Cheng Feng on the side just held up Cheng Youning's bowl of delicious food in front of the child.