exile? She emptied the emperor's private treasury and escaped from famine

"Are you saying her motives are impure?"

Ah, Wei Chuyu had almost forgotten that Nan Zhihe was a suspicious person.

Such people are wary and their IQ is not limited, which is not a bad thing.

The main thing is that she has never been suspected when getting along with him. No, it should be said that Nan Zhihe's city government did not obviously distrust her, nor did she feel any discomfort.

He is a person who is not easy to get along with.

Wei Chuyu didn't know that when she came into the cell, she said that she was a substitute for marriage, and seemed to have some complaints about marrying into the county prince's palace. Moreover, she had never gone out of her way to please anyone, and always followed her temper. Nanzhi He had already He saw her through and through.

"I don't know the details. Maybe I'm worrying too much. Let's go back."

Yes, maybe the princess is not the heroine. Wei Chuyu also felt that she was overthinking it.

As for going back, her almond-shaped eyes lit up, and she took the initiative to take Nan Zhihe's hand with her lush green fingers.

"I met a dog when I came here. Would it be better to go back like this?" She tilted her head playfully and looked at him sideways.

The back of the man's palm was large, cool to the touch, slender and bony. Wei Chuyu touched the calluses on the fingertips and rubbed them. They were rougher than hers and warmer than the back of her hand.

Although slightly pale and with distinct veins, Wei Chuyu felt very powerful.

The moment he pulled it over, his owner was startled.

She led the man forward, but the man did not move.

Wei Chuyu looked back, and Nan Zhihe lowered his head slightly, his face seemed slightly displeased, he didn't say anything, but gently brushed her hand away.

Wei Chuyu's free hand had nowhere to put it, and she was stunned.

He looked at the man blankly, his nose twitching, as if he was feeling a little depressed.

Wow, she was rejected.

Is she not cute enough?

Or are you confident enough that others will not reject you?

The woman was like an angry squirrel, looking at him angrily and accusingly.

One hand touched the back of Wei Chuyu's head, and the man returned to his gentle look. He pushed her with a faint smile and said, "Let's go."

What does he mean?

Compared to that sixth princess, she herself is not much better.

Huh, no mood!

With big steps, Wei Chuyu was so angry that she walked away by herself.

She went back with Nan Zhihe dejectedly.

In the prisoner's detention area, everyone was preparing dinner for the night. For a while, the smoke from the kitchen smoke curled up in the small and medium-sized room, which was a bit choking.

Wei Chuyu glanced at the three people leaning against the wall in the room and passed over holding their noses.

Cheng Tongshu had already cooked the hot porridge. She covered the dried meat that Wei Chuyu had obtained and tore it into strips. She secretly threw it into the pot and cooked it into meat porridge as it rolled with the slightly white rice porridge.

Nan Zhize stirred the firewood, and Nan Zhixue stood beside her. The three of them didn't seem to look too good.

Nan Zhixue first glanced at Wei Chuyu who was walking back, and greeted her happily: "Sister-in-law!"

Wei Chuyu pinched her chubby little face. The baby fat finally returned to the level before the house was confiscated, and she also grew taller.

Cheng Tongshu and Nan Zhize also quickly put down what they were doing and came out together.

"Chu Yu."

"Xiao Xue'er, brother is back too." Wei Chuyu bowed slightly and said to Nan Zhixue with a calm voice.

The three of them didn't notice the strangeness in her tone. They thought that the stone in their hearts finally fell. They all waited happily for a while and saw Nan Zhihe come back safe and sound.

"Big brother."

"You left just now. We wanted to wait for you there, but we thought that if you came back directly, you would still be hungry, so I came back and cooked the food." Cheng Tongshu said.

Several people sat around the fire. Regarding who was called, Nan Zhihe explained that it was just a person who knew him. He saw him when he came to the inn. That person would also leave tomorrow, so he didn't say anything more.

It was heard that the man was also resting temporarily at the inn, so Cheng and others' concerns were completely dispelled.

But when they saw Nan Zhihe talking, Wei Chuyu kept tilting his head, resting his face on his hands, not caring about anything else.

She fiddled with the firewood under the pot, but the firewood was already burning brightly, so Wei Chuyu remained silent.

Both Cheng and Nan Zhize noticed something strange.

Cheng asked in a low voice with concern: "Chu Yu, are you... okay? "

Wei Chuyu blinked her eyes and looked at the man next to her. She had deliberately separated herself from Xue'er, but Xue'er didn't understand her thoughts and went to her mother's side to meet her. The position changed and Nan Zhihe sat over again.

She looked at him out of the corner of her eye and said, "I just met a stupid dog. I beat it because I was afraid of running into it again. I had no rope in my hand and couldn't hold it."

Hearing this, Nan Zhihe was a little dumbfounded. Wei Chuyu made a metaphor, he became a dog leash again?

Nan Zhihe flicked her forehead: "Yes, the dog is on a leash."

Others didn't know why, only Wei Chuyu, who was holding his forehead: "..."

Instead, it was connoted by others.

"Why is this firewood wet? Why are there rice grains on the ground?"

Wei Chuyu pointed to the wet puddle on the ground beside the firewood. Nan Zhihe also saw tiny white dots, which were obviously broken rice that could not be picked up.

"Brother, this is the second pot of porridge we have cooked."

Nan Zhize glanced at the third room of the Nan family diagonally opposite, and said sadly: "When we were cooking the first pot just now, the third uncle came to us and asked for money. He said that he would give him the money he didn't share that day."

"They also said that they and the old lady share in the things we make."

"Of course we refused, and now we are each looking after our own affairs, but they refused and said they had nothing..."

Mrs. Cheng also said helplessly: "In the end, Nan Laosan said he didn't want to, so everyone wouldn't have an easy time. When the three of us weren't paying attention, he lifted a big stone and smashed it into the pot."

"At that time, the pot all fell over. We were all shocked. Ze'er was almost burned, so we picked up all the rice and poured out some water."

"Fortunately the good pot is not broken and can be redone."

"Brother Ze, you really weren't burned?" Nan Zhihe suddenly looked directly at Nan Zhize.

Nan Zhize turned his hands and buried the backs of his hands on his thighs. He smiled casually and shook his head: "It's nothing."

His hands were pinched by someone, and a large hot red spot suddenly appeared on the back of his right hand, and the back of his left hand was also dotted with scarlet red.

"Does this mean it's not burned?" Nan Zhihe's eyes were heavy.

Mrs. Cheng held her mouth in her hands in shock and said, "It wasn't so red just now, Ze'er, why didn't you tell my mother-in-law?"

"It's all my fault, my aunt was just thinking about your elder brother, but she didn't care about you."

Her circle turned red and tears flashed down her face.

Mrs. Cheng blamed herself very much, feeling that she was careless and careless, which must have chilled Ze'er's heart.

"Auntie, I've been hiding it, don't feel guilty."

He did indeed do this. He didn't scream when he was burned. He gritted his teeth and endured it, deliberately not letting everyone find out. He didn't want to cause any more trouble at this time, but he couldn't hide it from his elder brother's careful mind.

When the pot tipped over, Nan Zhize was adding firewood, and he was inevitably affected by the soup.

"This fool didn't say anything about being burned." Wei Chuyu said, they have medicine.

Her unhappiness at being rejected by Nan Zhihe has been wiped away.

Nan Zhihe was still worried: "Do you still have it on you? Come on, let's go out."

Nan Zhize was reluctant, but still couldn't compromise with his elder brother.

Wei Chuyu, who was sitting there, had a cold look on his face: "This Nan Laosan is crazy!"

She looked around, but she didn't see Shen Cuihua's sturdy figure.

Where did Shen Cuihua go?