The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

You...you are a sin slave? Gu Qingtong was startled suddenly, looking at the man in front of him in disbelief.

There is a rule in the Great Zhou Dynasty, men who are sin slaves want to brand their marks on their bodies, but the man in front of him, although he is dressed in rags, no matter how he behaves or talks, he is definitely not like a sin slave, he seems to be a knowledgeable and reasonable man Young master, Gu Qingtong looked him up and down, feeling even more incredible.

That's right. The man held his lips bitterly.

He has lived like a dog for fifteen years, is he more despicable and pitiful than a slave?

Then...you escaped from the master? You were afraid of being recognized by others, so you had to burn off the mark of a sinful slave on your body? Gu Qingtong guessed, looking at the scar on the man's arm, There is also the hand with two broken fingers, paused, and said hesitantly, Because your master often abuses you, often... tortures you, you really can't bear it, so you just found a chance to escape ?”

The man didn't say anything, just lowered his head and stared at his injured hand, his expression was calm but depressed, his chest heaved gradually, as if he was trying to endure something, Gu Qingtong looked at it With his appearance like this, he didn't ask any more questions at the moment, but was too busy to pick up the scissors and continued to unwrap the fine cloth for his wound. This time, she didn't speak any more, neither did he, both of them spoke without blinking. He stared at the wound until the fine cloth was completely removed, exposing two bloody severed fingers, then the man suddenly turned his head away.

You should have been injured for a long time, but the wound has been repeated repeatedly, and it has dragged like this. I think it should be harder to heal than a new wound. Gu Qingtong looked at the thin palm missing the little finger and ring finger , feeling very depressed, she took cotton, dipped it in realgar wine, and carefully wiped the two bloody sections, while raising her eyelids, she looked at the man cautiously, looking at his closed eyes, and the oozing blood from his forehead. Bean-sized beads of sweat, Gu Qingtong sighed silently in his heart, then threw away the cotton, applied the saprophytic muscle-removing ointment brought from the pharmacy on the cross-section, and comforted the man softly, Although you are seriously injured , but the anti-rot and muscle-regenerating ointment in our shop is very effective. I wanted to apply it to you a few days ago, but the shop was out of stock a few days ago. Today, the master finally rushed to make a few jars. I hurried back with a jar, and I will wipe it on you every day, and I guarantee that your wound will heal within half a month.

You... working in a pharmacy? The man gasped, opened his eyes and looked at Gu Qingtong.

Yes, otherwise how dare I change your medicine? Gu Qingtong smiled at him, lowered his head to fetch a new fine cloth to bandage his wound, paused, and said, Although two fingers are broken, But it doesn't affect your future work. When your injuries are healed and your body is stronger, I will discuss with the shopkeeper and let you follow me to work in the pharmacy. It just so happens that there is a shortage of errands in the pharmacy. The herb collectors, although they don’t make much money, can take care of food and housing, and with a regular business, you don’t have to... go to beggars for food in the future.”

In the evening four days ago, Gu Qingtong, who came back from Renhuitang, met this man in the alley. At that time, two beggars were punching and kicking him, cursing and saying that he came to steal the beggar's food. Gu Qingtong couldn't bear it when he saw it. , gave the two beggars some scattered silver, and sent them away. She was going to go away, but listening to the man lying on the ground like a dead dog crying all the time, Gu Qingtong couldn't go away. .