Chapter 4509: follow me

The entourage had always followed Prince Lian to fight in the north and south,

and was accustomed to life and death, and soon recovered and realized that it

was a woman with a burned face.

No wonder being bullied.

Half of the woman's face was scarred, and the other half was white and

delicate.

It is conceivable that she should have been a beautiful beauty.

The entourage felt sorry for her a little, and said: "I drove them away, so

you go quickly. Don't stand in the way of the nobles, lest you will be

punished later."

Nobleman?

The woman looked back subconsciously, but quickly thought of her face and hung

down again.

She got up, limped to hide under the roadside tree, leaned against the tree,

and hung her head.

The entourage went back and reported it to Xiao Er to know.

The carriages of the two sisters were behind, and they didn't notice it.

Xiao Er knew that the disfigured woman was Zhaohui, and when the carriage

passed the tree, she stopped the carriage.

The toddler ran over to ask what was going on, and saw Zhaohui shuddering

under the tree.

Zhaohui's appearance now can be described as miserable.

Qian'er got out of the car and came over when she heard that she saw Zhaohui's

messy hair, as if she wanted to cover her face as much as possible, and her

clothes were dirty and torn.

It was already late autumn, and the mountains were cold, her clothes were

thin, and she was cut a few times.

The most serious thing is naturally to count her face.

The hideous scars on half of her face were not even completely scarred, and

some places were still bloodshot, which made her look quite horrible.

At first glance, it was obvious that he was not healed.

Thinking of her arrogant and beautiful appearance when she was a maid in the

temple, Qian'er sighed secretly in her heart.

The first beauty of the Uzbek, it took a long time before she fell to this

point.

Qian'er turned around and fetched a cloak of the toddler, put it on her, and

whispered, "Zhaohui, why don't you go home?"

Zhaohui shrank her head, only shook her head without saying a word.

The child said: "I think this Uzbek is cold-hearted, is she unwilling to go

home? It must be her family who dislikes her and don't want her. Not to

mention that she had been making trouble for a while."

In fact, before the fire, Zhaohui had been abandoned and even lived in a tree.

Otherwise, Qian'er and Xiaoer could not be rescued in time.

Qian'er squatted in front of her and said, "Zhaohui, if you can't live here

anymore, why don't you follow me?"

Zhaohui remained motionless.

The child frowned: "Although this is your hometown, but your people treat you

like this, what can you still have for this place? You saved my sister and

brother, and I won't treat you badly."

This time, Zhaohui reacted.

She whispered: "I am not a human, a ghost or a ghost, and I am treated as a

monster wherever I go. Instead of being laughed at by outsiders, it is better

to stay here."

Qian'er smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll let people heal your face."

Zhaohui shook her head and said nothing.

She didn't believe her face could be cured at all.

No matter what Qianer said, she didn't react, she only hugged herself, shrank

under the tree, like a piece of wood.

The child became impatient: "Why don't you believe that it can be cured? What

good is it for us to lie to you? If it weren't for the sake of saving us, I

would be too lazy to control you!"

"Baby," Qian'er shook her head at her.

This Zhaohui really refused to leave, that's all.

Qian'er reached out to the toddler: "Give me the money."

"Where do I have money?" The child hummed, "Before you were in charge of the

money. When you were away, the second one was in charge of the money. If you

want money, you can only control the second one."