C13

It was still early, as there was still quite a lot of meat at home, so Zhong Chun didn't need to hunt some game. Therefore, Zhong Chun came back with a hare. When Zhong Chun pushed open the door, he found Soong Xijiao slumped on the stone table, her face turned away from the door. Zhong Chun raised his eyebrows, he didn't know what the woman was up to.

"Ah, Shed, you're back …" Soong Xijiao turned around dejectedly. When she saw Zhong Chun, her expression changed and she sat up straight. She quickly put away the paper behind her, "You, you're back. Why are you back so early today?"

Zhong Chun saw Soong Xijiao avoiding her expression with a guilty look. His face darkened and he remembered something he had been looking for. He quickly stepped forward and stretched out his hand to look at Soong Xijiao gloomily. "What are you hiding behind your back?"

"Nothing, nothing …" The original owner was still a lady of a rich family, how could he possibly write her words? Zhong Chun would definitely be suspicious again when he saw it. Usually, Zhong Chun didn't pay much attention to her, so if Soong Xijiao wanted to take this gamble, it would be the best if she didn't get caught.

Zhong Chun instantly became angry. He grabbed Soong Xijiao's arm and led her to him, forcefully pulling Soong Xijiao's hand to the front. Seeing that Soong Xijiao still had no intention of letting go, Soong Xijiao squeezed Soong Xijiao's wrist forcefully. Soong Xijiao let go of her hand and let go.

Soong Xijiao leaned against the stone table, her heart was on the verge of tears. They were all lies! Soong Xijiao rubbed her wrist with a sad face. She didn't understand why Zhong Chun was so angry. Her wrist was swollen and purple. Soong Xijiao was still a little embarrassed when she saw Zhong Chun coming closer to try to identify him.

Zhong Chun looked at the twisted words on the paper and couldn't help but frown. He tried his best to recognize the simple words: wooden chair.

"This... "It was me who was counting what I needed to do in the family so that I wouldn't be tricked …" Soong Xijiao lowered her head in frustration. She didn't dare to look at Zhong Chun's face as she was afraid of exposing something that would cause Zhong Chun to be even more confused.

Zhong Chun looked at Soong Xijiao and the corner of his mouth twitched, "Your words are really …" My pen is moving erratically and like a snake. " Zhong Chun had known from the beginning that the Soong Family, Third Lady, was an idiot and had never thought that she would already be that unskilled. That's right, he wouldn't be willing to let anyone see such words, it seemed like he had misunderstood her.

Soong Xijiao, of course, knew that Zhong Chun wasn't speaking nicely, but after receiving such a strange meal, no one was willing to. Soong Xijiao grabbed the paper from Zhong Chun's hand, and said with a face of anger, "If there's nothing else, then I'll go back to my room first. I don't want to cook or eat tonight, so don't come and disturb me."

Seeing that Soong Xijiao was so angry, Zhong Chun was actually a little flustered. No matter what, he had misunderstood Soong Xijiao because he was in too much of a hurry this time. Zhong Chun grabbed Soong Xijiao's hand and pulled her back. Soong Xijiao fell into Zhong Chun's arms.

"Sorry, I misunderstood you." Zhong Chun's deep voice came from above Soong Xijiao's head. Soong Xijiao's entire person was filled with the smell of Zhong Chun, mixed with the smell of earth and mountains. Soong Xijiao suddenly reacted, and her face instantly turned as red as an apple.

Soong Xijiao did not dare to move, and her body became extremely rigid. It is inevitable that there will be places to write in the future. As compensation for today, I will teach you how to write. "

Soong Xijiao acknowledged in a low voice, and Zhong Chun let her go. Soong Xijiao felt her body loosen as she ran back into the house without looking back. Zhong Chun was left alone to rub his nose, as if... This woman is a little cute? Just like before … It's very different.

The more Soong Xijiao thought about it, the more her face turned red, Zhong Chun's voice and aura seemed to be lingering around her, she had never felt this way before, this could be said to be difficult for a ten thousand years old bachelor dog to calm down.

Soong Xijiao finally managed to calm down. A moment later, she heard a knock on the door. "What do you want to eat for dinner?" The voice just now sounded by her ear again, causing Soong Xijiao's face to instantly flush red.

"I, I already said I won't eat tonight!" Instantly, he covered himself in the blanket and said silently, whether he was listening or not.

Zhong Chun smiled helplessly at the door. He wanted to knock on the door and ask again, but decided against it after thinking for a while. He will come out when he gets hungry, and leave some for later.

Soong Xijiao was wrapped in a quilt and crazily rubbed her face. Calm Soong Xijiao, think of your wrist. The original owner doesn't know him very well. Maybe he is a violent person and can't be tempted like this. Soong Xijiao's heart gradually calmed down as she looked at her bruised wrist.

Taking a deep breath, Soong Xijiao breathed a sigh of relief. She had to at least live a good life!

He put a box of ointment on Soong Xijiao's table, looked at Soong Xijiao who was wrapped in a blanket and didn't even show her head, and seemed to be really angry, "This is ointment that I just bought at the medicine store outside. Remember to put it on your hand, I spent two knife worth of money, I'm afraid you won't be able to settle the score tomorrow, so I'll tell you first."

"What? Two pieces of money?" Soong Xijiao got out from under the blanket, her face red from being covered. With a face full of shock, she said, "What kind of ointment is this? It's so expensive. Two pieces of money."

Zhong Chun had already stepped out of the door and frowned. He turned his head and said, "It's better. There won't be any aftereffects from smearing it every day." After saying that, he left, not forgetting to close the door behind him.

Soong Xijiao had a pained expression on her face. Two knives of money … How many items could she buy? How could this person not know how to care about money … Soong Xijiao got up and picked up the box of ointment on the table to take a closer look. It looked very simple and small, with exquisite engravings on it. Opening it, there was a translucent ointment inside.

Soong Xijiao frowned. "To say it's unremarkable is also unremarkable …" It feels like it's been there for a long time. Yeah, there shouldn't be anyone willing to buy such expensive things, right? But is such an exquisite flower carving really something that can be bought in such a small town? "

Soong Xijiao lay on the bed and looked at the small box in her hands. She thought about it for a moment, then obediently wiped it on her wrist.