Chapter 142

"But now, I regret that you gave birth to me. Do you think you are the only one who hates me and regards me as a dirty thing? If you can choose at the time of reincarnation, I would rather be an animal than choose you as my mother, because I am ashamed of you!"

Chu Zhi's words were cruel and cruel, and incomparably heartless.

But only she knew that the heart had long been broken into eight petals, and the cold wind passed through the hall, so that she was numb with pain.

"Tonight, I'm suffering from the injuries you hit me. I'll take all the things you break away and won't dirty your place."

As Chu Zhi's voice fell, Wu shook hard, like chaff.

"I said, this is your deep and loving eyes, filled with complex feelings, heartache, regret, chagrin

Chu Zhi knew that her father must have heard her quarrel with Wu, otherwise he wouldn't look at her with such eyes.

She stepped forward slowly, stopped in front of Chu Zhang and saluted him.

The whole process, without saying a word.

Chu Zhang wants to pick up his daughter and asks her if it hurts?

But the action didn't listen to orders. The whole person was frozen in place and couldn't move. He could only watch Chu Zhi get up and leave.

A pair of eyes carrying silent father's love gradually turned red and glittered with water.

Chu Zhi startled the crowd when he returned to the yard.

Especially Dong'Er and mammy Qian.

When Wu called Chu Zhi to go, the servant girl was not allowed to follow.

Don't want to just half a day, their girl has become like this, and I don't know what happened.

Mammy Qian took Chu Zhi's hand and saw that her body was full of scars. What else did she not understand?

But he still asked with a trembling voice, "but it's all madam?"

Dong ER was even more choked with tears.

"You all go out! I want to be quiet."

After driving everyone away, Chu Zhi sat in front of the mirror in a daze.

The brain is blank and the mind is confused.

She did not expect that in this life, she and Wu had taken such a decisive step.

In fact, Chu Zhi knew that there was a better and more perfect way to deal with it, but she couldn't care.

The grievances, unwillingness and sadness accumulated in the two lives... Broke out at this moment.

So much so that he will not choose his words.

Regret? Chu Zhi doesn't know, but if she does it again, she will still do it.

"Isn't it your birthday tonight? Why do you drive out all the servant girls and sit here alone?" Han Zhan, who escaped brother dog, slipped into the room and saw Chu Zhi sitting in front of the bronze mirror and said with a smile, "why don't you talk? But I think I'm late?"

Han Zhan gave a gift in the morning and said he would come to see Chu Zhi in the evening. As a result, he was delayed because of some things, so he came now.

He thought Chu Zhi was angry because he didn't speak, so he gathered in front of Chu Zhi and smiled and made amends.

After seeing the scar on the clear branch's face, the smile disappeared: "who did it?"

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.