Tyrant, he wants to spoil me

Chapter 95 Su Jiu's Small Book
The red mark is still very new, it must have been smoked tonight.

Su Jiu broke away from his hand, and slowly put down the sleeve, "I accidentally put it on by myself, little brother, don't have to think about it."

She lowered her eyes all the time, so she never saw Xiao Tingchen's gloomy face.

After a while, Xiao Tingchen dragged her to the bookshelf involuntarily.

He opened the medicine box on the bookshelf and carefully applied medicine to her wound, with sarcasm in his voice:

"It was clearly beaten by someone, but you still have the courage to say that you did it yourself, and you still have the heart to go to the library to read... Su Jiu, a lying child, but no one cares."

"There's no one to hurt, so what's the difference if you tell a lie or not?"

In the dim light and shadow, the little girl's fair face was exceptionally calm.

That was indifference that didn't fit the age.

It was as if being beaten was just a common occurrence for her.

Xiao Tingchen raised his eyes and stared at her.

The little girl pursed her lips and smiled, "Brother, I don't have any background, power, or money. But I will work a thousand times, ten thousand times more than others, and one day, I will definitely become a master of Xiangdao respected by thousands of people." !"

only then,

Only by climbing to that height,

Can she no longer be afraid of Mrs. Li?

She has the capital to go to Chang'an City to find her father, right?
Xiao Tingchen's thin lips hooked lightly, and his peach blossom eyes were deep and evil, "Does Xiaojiu know that it is difficult for a child who works too hard and is too strong to be loved by others? A child who can cry has candy to eat. This old saying is not true. It doesn't make sense."

Su Jiu tilted his head.

"My little brother should have had a hard time when he was young, right? So, did my little brother come here crying, or did he come all the way?"

The little girl calmly turned and left after asking this question.

Xiao Tingchen stood alone in the study building.

He watched her go down the stairs, and suddenly smiled lightly and rubbed the center of his brows.

"Little Jiu'er, how can I be the same as you? I don't cry because no one feels sorry for me when I cry.

"But if you cry, I will feel bad!"

Originally, he just planned to pick her up and bring her back to the mansion so that she could be exchanged for a bright future in the future.

But now...

Why do you see her red eyes,
Will it hurt?
Is it because they are too similar in their bones, so they feel pity for each other?
He closed the medicine box, and walked to Su Jiu's small writing table by accident.

This desk was used by him when he was a child, it was already very worn out, and he had thrown it to a corner to pile up ashes long ago.

Now that it was sorted out by the little girl, she probably cherished it very much, so it was wiped clean, and the books and incense materials piled on it were also in order, which was very different from his messy desk.

He sat cross-legged, taking the time to flip through the books she had read recently.

Flipping through it, I saw a small book inside a large tome.

It's just a small palm-sized notebook with "Su Jiu" neatly written in lowercase.

When I opened it, I saw the date written at the beginning:
In March of the 15th year of Lin'an.

Following the date is a long list of deeds:

The big devil deliberately disliked the dishes I cooked, so I deducted one point.

The big devil called me a puppy and deducted two points.

The big devil frightened me with three vicious dogs at the back door, and five points were deducted.

……

The big devil made a bet with me, saying that my aunt would steal my money, but I really lost to him and deducted five points.

The young man raised his forehead, half of the book was full, and it was all accusing him!
Speaking of the last one, it clearly has nothing to do with him, okay? !
He just kindly exposed her aunt's greed!
He looked at his score, it seemed that there were a total of [-] points, but now only a pitiful nine points remained.

The boy turned to the last page.

on paper,

Finally another name came up.

(End of this chapter)