The forensic princess is not easy to be!

Chapter 107 Who Said To Care About This Prince

When Murong Che got up, Su Qingran's face was already red.

She felt like shit, and suddenly ten thousand camel bells rushed past.

Just being taken advantage of by this man, her face is getting redder and redder...

It just throws people away!
The atmosphere in the room was a bit subtle, with a touch of inexplicable ambiguity, and an imperceptible embarrassment.

Finally, it was the man's cool voice that broke the silence, "Does your arm still hurt?"

He cares about her?

Su Qingran shook her head, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Well, if you don't feel any pain, come over and serve me to drink medicine."

Su Qingran: "..."

I knew this man was not so kind.

Seeing her dawdling, Murong Che raised his eyes, "Who said that he should care about this son that day?"

Su Qingran couldn't help grinding her teeth, when did she say that, it was obviously him who dug a hole for her to dance!

"Ahem...bring me the medicine bowl."

It has been a long while, but Murong Che's earballs are still slightly red under the mask.

"Is your son alright?"

Holding the medicine, Su Qingran looked at the man coughing lightly, and couldn't help but slander him, he just coughed to death.

"It will be better after taking the medicine." Murong Che waited for Su Qingran to give the medicine.

She was somewhat familiar with the man's symptoms, as if she had encountered a similar disease before.

Just after feeding two spoonfuls, Murong Che suddenly coughed violently, and hurriedly pulled the veil to cover his mouth with his big bony hands.

Although the man moved very quickly, Su Qingran still clearly saw a touch of bright red blooming on the silk handkerchief.

Looking up again, I saw the man's lips were pale and thin, without even a trace of blood.

It seems that his illness is not light.

"My lord, are you alright?" She asked with concern.

"It's okay, just give me the medicine." Murong Che directly took the medicine and drank it down.

After a while, his pale lips had a hint of life.

Su Qingran heaved a sigh of relief, and now there is no need to feed the medicine, "It's getting late, so I won't disturb the prince's rest."

Watching her turn and leave, Murong Che stopped her, raised his hand and threw a small porcelain bottle over, "Tomorrow night, remember to come and serve the medicine."

When returning to the room, Su Qingran uncorked the bottle, put it under his nose and sniffed it, and suddenly remembered that this is medicine for burns.

The last time she was burned by Gu Yunxiang, this man gave her this, so she remembered.

Unexpectedly, he also knew about the fact that she was scalded at Su's house today.

For some reason, holding the small porcelain bottle, Su Qingran's heart was inexplicably touched.

……

Zhou House.

After Mrs. Zhou took Zhou Zheng home, she took him directly to the ancestral hall.

Zhou Zheng followed carefully, like a child who has made a mistake.

When she came to the memorial tablet, Mrs. Zhou said sharply, "Kneel down!"

"Mother……"

"How did your father teach you before, that you did such a thing, how can you be worthy of the ancestors of the Zhou family?" Mrs. Zhou's face was serious, her eyes were full of disappointment.

"Mother, it's all the son's fault. It's the son who lost his head. Don't be angry." Zhou Zheng advised.

"Kneel here to reflect on yourself and write the Zhou family's ancestral precepts silently. When will you finish writing and when will you leave the ancestral hall?"

After Mrs. Zhou finished speaking, she ordered her servants to prepare pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and locked the gate of the ancestral hall.

Zhou Zheng dipped his pen into the ink, looked at the blank rice paper, thought for a long time, and finally put down the pen.

After an unknown amount of time, when he knelt until his legs were numb, the door was pushed open, and a glimmer of light came from outside.

(End of this chapter)