Rebirth: The little puppet emperor, tearing apart the regent with his own hands

Zhang Cong'er: "Huh?"

Zhang Weizhen asked: "Is there something wrong with his eyes?"

Ever since Zhang Weizhen came in, Mr. Su seems to have not seen him.

Zhang Cong'er lovingly pushed aside Su Qing's long hair that fell in front of her, and then said: "His eyes are not very good, and there are some problems with his ears, but it doesn't matter. I am very grateful to God if he can wake up." …”

Zhang Weizhen frowned, glanced at Su Qing, and then said to Zhang Cong'er, "Come out with me for a moment."

After Zhang Cong'er fed her the last mouthful of medicinal soup, she wiped the medicinal stains on the corners of Su Qing's mouth with a handkerchief, and then said "hmm".

As soon as she moved, Su Qing noticed it. He raised his head, his eyes first fixed on Zhang Cong'er, and then slowly moved to Zhang Weizhen standing at the door.

Zhang Weizhen was surprised when he received Su Qing's gaze. What do those eyes say? The pupils that should have been dark were now slightly white, as if they were covered with a layer of shadow.

Su Qing's eyes were corroded by the poisonous blood, but they were not blind yet. Seeing people at this moment is a bit like having a layer of white cloth covering your eyes, hazy and hard to see clearly.

If you really want to describe this feeling, it is almost like a thousand degrees of myopia, which made his reaction slow down by half a beat.

"Who?" A hoarse voice came from Su Qing's mouth.

Zhang Cong'er held up Su Qing's hand and wrote the word "brother" in his palm.

Su Qing nodded silently. His ears were least affected by the poison, so they were considered normal. He could vaguely hear the conversation between the two.

Zhang Cong'er said softly to Su Qing: "Young master, take a good rest. I'll go out first."

Su Qing didn't respond. Zhang Cong'er covered him with a quilt, got up and left.

Zhang Weizhen did not follow Zhang Cong'er out immediately. Instead, he looked Su Qing up and down. There was a dark and unclear light in his eyes. Cong'er's attitude towards Mr. Su made him very concerned...

But Zhang Weizhen didn't say anything after all, and turned around silently to leave.

Su Qing blinked, and then sighed helplessly. He could feel that except Cong'er, everyone in the Zhang family seemed to not welcome him, and it was time to leave.

With this in mind, Su Qing lifted the brocade quilt on her body, then stood up slowly while holding on to the bed.

He is still not standing very steadily. He has been lying in bed for nearly a year, and his limbs are a little atrophied and weak.

Zhang Cong'er didn't like having others take care of him, so there was no one else in his house except himself.

With no one to support him, Su Qing had no choice but to grit his teeth and move forward little by little. He fell down several times during this period, but he always got up by himself.

Su Qing knew that recovering her body would be a long process and she couldn't rush it. But he doesn't want to stay in Zhang's Mansion any longer. He is not welcome here. If he stays here any longer, it will be like he is just staying in Zhang's Mansion. It's really ugly...

Su Qing didn't want to look so ugly...

As if a century had passed, Su Qing finally moved to the door. He leaned against the door, reached out and opened the door forcefully.

The moment the door was opened, the sun suddenly shone through, making the body warm.

Su Qing raised his head and squinted his eyes, and glanced at the sky through hazy vision.

Very good, cloudless.

The breeze blows on my face, soft and comfortable. Su Qing couldn't help but raise her head slightly, squinted her eyes, and enjoyed the breeze.

The sun shone on his body, giving him a soft glow. His white clothes, white hair, and calm expression made him look like a heavenly being.

As soon as the maid Xiaomei entered the yard, she saw this scene and was immediately shocked by it. It was not that she had never seen Su Qing before, but she had only seen the young master's skin and bones when he was sleeping, so she never understood what the young lady saw. What happened to him?

At this moment, looking at Su Qing being raised back, she finally understood that if it were her, she would probably be willing to pay the price with her life for this young master.

A low cough brought Xiaomei's thoughts back. Su Qing had just woken up and felt a little unbearable after blowing the wind twice.

"Young Master, why did you come out?" Xiaomei, who had reacted, ran to Su Qing and supported him lovingly: "Young Master is weak, so you should have a good rest..."