Feng Fuce responded indifferently with a hum.
"Almost healed." He looked at Chu Ping: "Bring that person up."
Soon, a slight sound of iron chains was heard.
The boy with an injured ankle erged, followed by two Xiu Luo Envoys, walking sluggishly.
His gaze was still unfriendly, but not as full of hatred and disgust as when he first saw Feng Fuce.
Upon seeing Bai Zhi’er again, the boy just snorted coldly and turned his head to the side.
The little one looked at the iron chain hanging from his ankle.
Softly, she asked, "Brother Fu Ce, why is he locked up?"
Feng Fuce replied with a calm tone: "Once his foot was almost healed, he thought of escaping. The night before last, he climbed a wall, fell down, and twisted his right foot again."
Chu Ping tily added: "Yes! Our Marquis is afraid that this prisoner might hurt himself again, so he had to lock him with chains to prevent self-harm, how dangerous!"
Bai Zhi’er looked up with her big black eyes: "Brother Fu Ce is really considerate to him!"
Chu Ping secretly smiled smugly.
If he didn’t speak up about how good their Marquis is, when would the little princess notice!
Feng Fuce’s expression remained indifferent and calm.
But the next mont, his thin lips slightly pressed: "I don’t have much to do now, would you like to walk in the courtyard with ?"
Bai Zhi’er imdiately looked at the boy.
The boy also looked at the two of them.
After a long silence.
Bai Zhi’er’s childish voice was a bit anxious: "Why don’t you answer! Brother Fu Ce is asking you, would you like to go out for a walk?"
Feng Fuce lightly furrowed his brow, maintaining his last bit of patience, saying word by word: "Bai, Zhi, Er, I’m asking you."
The little one looked at him: "Oh? You were asking ?"
The boy sneered, mocking: "So stupid!"
Feng Fuce’s displeased, cold gaze swept over him in an instant.
Bai Zhi’er had already grabbed his hand: "Sure, let’s go out for a walk! Brother Fu Ce should also get more sun, so you can grow taller!"
Feng Fuce walked out with the little one while turning back to instruct Chu Ping: "Bring him out for a walk too."
Chu Ping cupped his hands: "Yes."
After saying this, he gave the boy a push: "Go, the Marquis has given you rcy, let you bask in the sun, consider yourself lucky!"
The boy’s right foot was still sprained and hurting!
With every step, it felt like a pulled muscle, throbbing painfully.
Feng Fuce was clearly doing this out of revenge!
The boy secretly gritted his teeth, staring at Feng Fuce’s slim and stern back, inwardly cursing: Fierce and cruel!
The Brocade Armor Shura Guard’s place had nothing else, and the courtyard was so clean it didn’t even have an old tree.
Bai Zhi’er, however, sat under the corridor, swinging her little legs in the sunlight.
She turned to look at Feng Fuce standing beside her, softly asking: "Brother Fu Ce, did you find Brother Juzi for ?"
The little one hadn’t seen him for many days.
Several tis she went to the stone forest and didn’t see that person coming to take her to eat oranges.
Bai Zhi’er lowered her head dejectedly.
"Sister Qingi said it’s already spring, and there are no oranges. But when spring passes, will my friend disappear too?"
Feng Fuce paused.
His thin lips slightly pressed, his gaze deep and dark.
Might as well take this opportunity to explain the so-called Brother Juzi to Bai Zhi’er.
Just as Feng Fuce was about to speak, behind them ca a "thud" sound of falling.
It turned out the boy had fallen.
Chu Ping pulled the boy up: "Your feet have really suffered with you, haven’t they? It’s been so long, if they’re not fractured, they’re sprained, now you can’t even walk."
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