There was an ingredient in the soup that caused drowsiness, and he fell asleep quickly, but his brows were still wrinkled, and he was not happy when he fell asleep.

Shaoyin washed the dishes and went out to buy groceries.

She borrowed two taels of silver, most of which was used for Pei Jiufeng's legs, and the remaining half was left.

She bought some rice noodles and a few more bones, and when she got home, she started to stew bone soup.

The pot was gurgling, and the yard was full of the tangy aroma, but it didn't wake up the hungry Pei Jiufeng because he had a fever.

Shaoyin twisted the towel and wiped his body for physical cooling.

He didn't go anywhere, just stayed by his side to take care of him.

"Why do you take care of him so carefully?" Hui Hui was surprised, "Does this dog deserve to be taken care of?"

Shaoyin said: "No one loved him since he was a child, the late emperor didn't care about him, his biological mother died early, his brothers often bullied him, and his nanny often used him as a pretense to meet people privately, and the person in the private meeting saw that he was good-looking , and also tried to molest him, his nanny played the role of a tiger and put medicine in the food he ate to make it easier for that person to do it."

This is Pei Jiufeng's character.

He suffered a lot in his childhood, which made him dark and cruel when he grew up, disappointed and hated by the whole world.

"But, but..." Hui Hui was confused for a while, "Didn't you say that tyrants are disgusting?"

"It's disgusting," Shaoyin said, "but it's his brutal behavior that's disgusting, not his dark youthful experience."

Hui Hui was completely stunned: "What are you talking about?"

Shaoyin touched the towel on Pei Jiufeng's forehead, and seeing that it was already a little warm, she dipped it in cold water again and put it on him.

He explained to Hui Hui: "I think he had a bad time when he was young, and he deserves sympathy. But this cannot be a reason for his brutal behavior to be forgiven."

In the script, the heroine was afraid of the tyrant at first, but after knowing his pitiful experience, she felt that he was excusable and was reluctant to blame him.

Later, the male partner rebelled, and the female protagonist stood on the tyrant's side, scolding the male partner for not rebelling, and completely defending the tyrant's rule.

"He resents that no one in the world loves him, so let Wang Dachun love him."

"And he made a mistake and should be punished."

If you do something wrong, you should be punished.

Otherwise, do those who have been hurt deserve it?

Gray: "..."

It feels like it's right, but there's nothing wrong with it.

"How are you going to punish him?" it asked tentatively.

Pei Jiufeng, who was in a coma, didn't know that he was being discussed, he just felt hot and thirsty.

As if back in his youth, he had a fever, laying alone in the bedroom, no one cared about him, he just felt that he was being roasted by the fire and was about to be roasted dry.

In a daze, he forgot that he had grown up and became an emperor that no one dared to neglect. He also forgot that he was caught by the "demon" and became a poor boy Wang Dagen in a dream.

He frowned uncomfortably, his eyelashes fluttered, he lost his waking sullenness, and became somewhat vulnerable.

Does anyone take care of him? Let him not be so uncomfortable?

I don't know if the prayer was heard or not, he felt the wet and cool rain falling down, putting out the fire for a few minutes, and he was finally not so hot.

He opened his mouth wide, trying to catch the rain and quench the thirst in his body.

He was lucky, the cool rain fell into his mouth, a bit sweet.

The fire was so weak that it was no longer a threat. He drank a lot of rainwater and became less thirsty.

The wrinkled brows gradually unfolded, and he fell into a deep sleep.

He had a fever all night, and Shaoyin took care of him all night.

The next morning, Pei Jiufeng woke up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the dusty beams above his head, as well as the worn-out spider webs. He frowned, and he sighed in disgust and helplessness.

Suddenly, he felt that his right hand was being pressed by something, and when he turned his head, he saw a small body lying beside the bed.

Withered grass-like hair, shabby clothes, and slender as if a neck would be broken with a pinch.

It turned out that she was so weak, and a thought came to Pei Jiufeng's mind.

Why can't he beat her?

"Hey."

He moved his fingers, "Wake up!"

Shaoyin raised his head, opened his eyes dimly, blinked a few times, and a smile appeared on his face: "Dagen, are you awake?" He straightened up, reached out and touched his forehead, and said happily, "The fever is gone!"

Pei Jiufeng was stunned for a moment, and felt the refreshing memories flooding back several times last night. He looked at the young girl's malnourished Huang Bu Laji's small face, then looked at her skinny hands like chicken feet, and finally landed on her skinny body.

She took care of him last night.

He actually took care of her all night.

To be so shabby, poor, and inconspicuous, he was contemptuous in the past, and could not even look at a girl.

An indescribable feeling came to my heart.

He was taken care of, and he was taken care of when he was ill. This is something longed for and looked forward to when was young.

But the people who took care of him were the ones he looked down on.

"Well." He lowered his eyelids and moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he closed his mouth tightly.

Unspeakable alienation.

Shaoyin didn't care, she heated a bowl of bone soup and fed him to drink it.

He went to boil the medicine again, poured out a bowl of hot medicinal juice, and put it by the bed: "When it cools down, you can drink it."

"What are you doing?" Pei Jiufeng asked.

Shaoyin paused and said, "I'll go find something to do." After hesitating, she turned around and touched the top of his head, "Dagen, don't make trouble at home, our family has no surplus food and owes a debt. "

Pei Jiufeng was not happy when she heard the word "debt".

This reminded him that he had sold firewood many times, but he didn't have a good life.

Not even a bite of meat.

This time, when drank bone soup, still thanked broken leg.

What an irony.