Chapter 274: Bai Zhi’er, now I want to hold you

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When no one else had reacted, Bai Zhi’er snatched the porcelain bottle from the attendant’s hand. She flipped her wrist, and most of the medicinal powder was instantly poured onto the boy’s injured left foot. This time, the boy’s pain was even more severe, and even with his mouth covered, his screams and howls could be heard! The surrounding Xiu Luo Envoys were stunned. The little princess is really decisive! Doesn’t this hurt like hell? Bai Zhi’er handed the bottle back to the attendant. The little fellow, in a fierce yet innocent tone, said, "You, don’t you know good from bad? Giving you medicine is to save you, not to torture you." "If you can’t walk in the future and become a cripple, won’t others laugh at you! And you even scolded Brother Fu Ce, you’re the bad one!" The boy’s reddened eyes glared at Bai Zhi’er, panting heavily and enduring the excruciating pain. However, in a short moment, he fainted from the pain. Chu Ping came to his senses and quickly said, "Quick, take him to the back hall!" The Xiu Luo Envoys and attendant hurriedly carried the boy away. Bai Zhi’er turned back, her little hand pulling Feng Fuce: "Brother Fu Ce, don’t listen to what he said. No matter what, saving someone is always right." Just then, the two Xiu Luo Envoys who had left earlier returned. "Marquis, the firecrackers and fireworks have been brought and placed outside." The little fellow immediately became overjoyed, beaming with a smile: "Let’s go, let’s set off the firecrackers!" Feng Fuce, with deep eyes, followed her into the courtyard. Bai Zhi’er, full of excitement, wanted to light the firecrackers herself. Feng Fuce held her small hand firmly. He pursed his lips and said, "Don’t hurt yourself, let them light it, and you watch from the side." Bai Zhi’er pouted, in a soft tone: "It’s more fun to do it myself~" Feng Fuce slightly raised an eyebrow: "Really want to play?" The little fellow nodded repeatedly. Feng Fuce took a deep breath: "Alright then." Then, he asked the Xiu Luo Envoy for a Flint, placing it in Bai Zhi’er’s hand, and next, his well-defined hand covered her small hand. Feng Fuce lowered his head and seriously said, "Bai Zhi’er, now I’m going to hold you." It was as if he was politely informing her. Then, he held the little fellow in his embrace. Their hands, holding the Flint, Feng Fuce embraced her as they approached the firecrackers. Only by protecting her at his side, Feng Fuce could ensure that she wouldn’t be hurt at any moment. Bai Zhi’er was extremely excited, her big eyes sparkling with light. Until the light of the Flint ignited the firecrackers on the ground. Feng Fuce, with Bai Zhi’er, lightly stepped on his boots and, in the blink of an eye, swept to a safe position nearby. As the "crackle" sounded, the nearby Xiu Luo Envoys also simultaneously lit the brilliant and colorful fireworks! "Bang!" The fireworks blossomed, filling the night sky. Feng Fuce put Bai Zhi’er down, watching the little fellow jumping with joy, clapping her little hands. "So beautiful!" The rest of the Xiu Luo Envoys involuntarily stopped, looking up at the sky. Quite a few Palace Attendants also saw such splendor, and when they realized it was the fireworks lit by the Brocade Armor Shura Guard, they were all taken aback. Could such a ghastly place, once flowing with rivers of blood, also become so lively? Chu Ping hurried over, naturally playful, and picked up a Flint to light the hanging firecrackers. However, running too slowly, his head got hit by a piece of firecracker debris. Chu Ping felt it was a bit painful and asked Qingmei to take a look. Qingmei stood on tiptoes, glanced, and exclaimed: "Chu Ping, a tuft of your hair is singed!" "Ah?!" Chu Ping was shocked: "Really? Take a closer look for me!" Amidst the surrounding bustle, Feng Fuce silently kept his gaze on Bai Zhi’er, the little fellow, focusing intently on the dazzling blossoms in the sky. The absolute trust she displayed gave him a strange feeling. Feng Fuce bent down and looked at the little fellow: "Bai Zhi’er, if I truly were as others say—utterly evil, cruel, and cold-blooded, would you still—" "Unhesitatingly trust me?"

Chapter 274: Bai Zhi’er, now I want to hold you

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