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"Ah,"

Wen Qingzhi said, "I'm not the only one who's asking for trouble."

"Are you talking back?"

Feng Junxiao applied a little force, and Wen Qingzhi closed her eyes in pain, frowned, and said "hmm".

She looked delicate and restrained, perhaps because the pain was so severe that her body was trembling slightly.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

She opened her eyes, looked at Feng Junxiao impatiently, and asked with pain.

Feng Junxiao's tall figure loomed over her. He looked down at her impatient look, but she was afraid of the pain and didn't dare to hide. Suddenly, he remembered a kitten he had played with before.

That's what it looks like.

The little kitten bared its teeth and claws at him, but didn't dare to scratch him.

Just like Wen Qingzhi now, she is obviously angry but dares not move.

"medicine?"

Feng Junxiao withdrew his hand and his eyes fell on the bottle in her hand, "Hmm?"

Wen Qingzhi snorted and shook the bottle in her hand at him, "Here."

As he was about to spray it on his face, Feng Junxiao intercepted him halfway.

Feng Yunxiao took the spray bottle in his hand and examined it carefully. "Is this medicine?"

It feels light, and when you shake it you can hear the sound of water inside, which is liquid.

"Um, spray. It's—"

"A gift from the gods."

Feng Junxiao quickly answered, "How do I use it?"

Wen Qingzhi's face hurt so much that she didn't want to talk. She tapped the nozzle on the bottle with her fingertips and said, "Here, press—mm!"

Before she could finish her words, Feng Junxiao sprayed it in her face. Some of it went into her mouth and was extremely bitter.

She slapped Feng Junxiao's hand away and ran to pour herself a cup of tea to rinse her mouth. The wound was touched and she gasped in pain.

Feng Junxiao hadn't expected it to be used in this way, and the tips of his ears turned slightly red. "Come here."

Wen Qingzhi glared at him impatiently, "What on earth does the Regent want to do?"

First she came in and made indirect accusations, then she sprayed medicine at me, and now why is she asked to go over there?

Is this person here to make people laugh?

"This is the first time I'm giving someone medicine."

Feng Junxiao said, going over and pinching her uninjured cheek, "Don't move."

He moved closer to Wen Qingzhi, and the cold aura from his body made Wen Qingzhi feel quite uncomfortable.

In the past, those men who dared to get so close to her... would have been stabbed by her.

Feng Yunxiao pointed the nozzle of the spray at Wen Qingzhi's face, "Can it reach her from this distance?"

It was about... one meter away from Wen Qingzhi's cheek.

Wen Qingzhi was already in a bad mood, and his inexplicable actions made her even more unbearable.

She closed her eyes in annoyance, "No, get closer."

Seeing that she was angry but dared not speak, Feng Junxiao instantly became cheerful and moved the spray closer: Like this?

Wen Qingzhi opened her eyes and said "hmm".

'puff--'

A fine mist gushed out and sprinkled on her cheeks, feeling cool. It was added with ice flakes, which could temporarily relieve the pain in her cheeks.

The injury on her face was not as serious as it looked, but it was still swollen, and combined with her fair skin, it looked scary.

"Why isn't it better yet?"

Feng Junxiao kept observing the wound on her face. It seemed to have become even redder and the swelling hadn't subsided at all.

“…This is medicine, not an elixir.”

Wen Qingzhi clenched her fists and restrained herself extremely, for she was afraid that she would not be able to help but punch Feng Junxiao.

"Shouldn't the medicine given by the gods be effective immediately?"

Feng Junxiao's deep eyes were filled with seriousness. "Could it be that he is also a half-baked immortal?"

"..."

Don't want to pay attention to him.

Wen Qingzhi tore off her face with force, gasping in pain. After a short pause, she turned and left, no longer caring about Feng Junxiao behind her.

Looking at her back, Feng Junxiao couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and chuckled, "You're getting bolder and bolder."

Wen Qingzhi heard it but didn't respond. She just walked out. Until Feng Junxiao said, "Do you want Fang Qingbai to investigate the small mountain village?"

Hearing him mention the small mountain village, Wen Qingzhi slowed down her pace. The warm sunlight from outside shone in, falling on her face, shimmering slightly and casting a layer of golden light on her.

There was a rare look of sadness on the other half's delicate and intact face.

"I can't think of a better way to let the people in the small mountain village..."

As she spoke, she raised her hand outside and tapped the air with her slender fingertips. "There's no better way to let them live in the sunshine."

"This matter was not originally about the Yuan family."

"I don't care whether I can get the silver back or not. As long as it doesn't end up in the hands of the Yuan family, it doesn't matter who gets it."

She turned around and looked sideways at Feng Yunxiao, "We are all in this situation. Who can really take advantage of whom?"

Feng Yunsu used her to pressure the Yuan family, and got money and won the hearts of the people during the disaster relief.

But she didn't lose either.

Because her original purpose was to lead the people from the Supervisory Office to investigate the old events.

Firstly, there might be some clues about her parents' defeat, and secondly... it's the best way for the small mountain village to see the light of day again.

"How dare you..."

Wen Qingzhi smiled, turned and left.

The moment she entered the yard and felt the sunshine, her heart always felt warm even on a cold day.

When he returned to the room, Chunyu had already boiled some hot water and added some mugwort to it.

She said, "I added mugwort to dispel the bad luck for the girl."

"unlucky?"

"yes,"

Chunyu muttered, "I think the Yuan family is the source of bad luck. Otherwise, why does the young lady get hurt every time she meets them?"

Wen Qingzhi wanted to laugh, but was afraid of tearing the wound, so she held back her smile and nodded in agreement.

"The weather has been cold recently, so I've prepared some ginger water for you. Let's drink some after you finish bathing."

Chunyu looked at her red and swollen cheeks with heartache, and repeated in his heart several times: The Yuan family is finished, the Yuan family is finished!

After bathing, she was about to go to bed to rest when Chunshuang came from outside to report: "Miss, the young master has a fever and is crying non-stop."

"Let's go and have a look."

The weather has been changing recently. Xiao Shitou has not been getting enough nutrition in recent years and is in poor health. It is normal for him to have a headache and fever.

...

Before I reached the yard, I heard Xiao Shitou crying from inside. The voice was weak and small, like a newborn kitten, with no strength.

Wen Qingzhi couldn't help but quicken her pace. After entering the house, she saw Jiang Yao holding Xiao Shitou, with her eyes already red from crying, still crying silently.

She was startled when she saw Wen Qingzhi's face, and asked worriedly, "Azhi, are you hurt?"

The little stone in her arms had flushed cheeks and a listless expression. He curled up in her arms with tear marks on his face.

"nothing."

Wen Qingzhi came over and asked, enduring the pain, "Is Xiao Shitou sick?"

As she spoke, she raised her hand and touched Xiao Shitou's forehead, but she retracted her hand because it was burned.

"So hot?"

She was anxious to take the child's pulse and took the opportunity to let the system check Xiao Shitou's physical condition.

"Little Stone is sick, why didn't you call me?"

"I... don't want to cause you any trouble."

Jiang Yao looked at Xiao Shitou with distress. "We've already caused you a lot of trouble living here... I know you've been very busy these past few days."

"Even if I'm busy and not at home, there are still Xiao Chang and Wang Yi. Which one of them can't treat Xiao Shitou?"

While they were talking, the system had already informed her of Little Stone's condition: a common viral infection. Medication could have controlled it, and Little Stone would have felt better, but the so-called "trouble" had delayed treatment.

"Little Stone has been like this for two or three days, right?"

Jiang Yao nodded, tears streaming down her face again.

"I thought I'd come find you after you're done..."

"Being busy has to be done at certain times. The child is so sick, with a fever of 39.8 degrees. If this continues, the child will really go crazy!"

Wen Qingzhi knew Jiang Yao's character well, so she couldn't bear to say those harsh words.

"Give me the child first, I'll take him to the doctor."

As he said this, he took the child from Jiang Ying's arms and ran towards the clinic.

"Chunyu, call Xiaochang over to help me."

Her face was in pain. The more she didn't want to talk, the more trouble she got into, making her feel very irritable.

But Jiang Ying is timid and cowardly by nature. If she shows impatience, she will worry that Jiang Ying will think too much.

For the first time, she felt how difficult it was to be a good person.

Wen Qingzhi had just brought the child to the clinic when Chang Baicao also ran over.

The two looked at each other, Chang Baicao turned around, locked the door, and entered [Peony Evil] with her.

Little Shitou was now like a small stove, gasping for breath, his consciousness gradually becoming blurred.

Wen Qingzhi first removed the extra cotton clothes on his body, applied a patch to his body, and then performed a series of operations on him, including skin tests and blood tests.

As she did it, she explained to Chang Baicao, "Just remember it. You'll know what to do when the time comes. Don't panic."