"His Royal Highness King Yin, what are you going to do!" the big girl was frightened when she saw it, and hurriedly blocked in front of the purple kite.

But the purple kite didn't care.

"Get out of the way, I'm here to see what my son is going to do. ”

Purple Kite looked at Qi Qianche with an indifferent expression.

"Qi Qianche, I told you, if it wasn't for Emperor Beiwen forcibly separating your mother and son, we wouldn't be as divided as we are today, I have tried my best to make up for it, but you ......"

Qi Qianche didn't want to listen to Zi Kite say this nonsense anymore.

"I don't need you to make up for it, and thank my father for separating me from people like you back then, otherwise it would be difficult to guarantee that I am not the second Qi Minghao!"

With that, he swung the sharp dagger in his hand violently.

I saw that he raised the knife in his hand and forcibly cut off the little finger of his left hand.

But his face still didn't change.

"Qi Qianche, what are you going to do?"

Seeing him cut off his little finger, Purple Kite's heart trembled, feeling distressed and shocked, and he didn't know what he was going to do.

"Someone told me, only give birth to not raised, broken fingers can be returned, today I also give you fertility, but the grace of nurturing, is never able to repay you, from now on, you and I have nothing to do with each other, don't say anything you are my mother, even if you don't have my son, you live well in the harem, why worry about me, an irrelevant person. ”

After speaking, Qi Qianche resolutely turned around, and the blood from his severed finger flowed all the way.

The purple kite grew in place, and the whole person was stunned.

She couldn't believe what her son had said to her.

"Qi Qianche, you stop me! I'm your mother!"

Qi Qianche didn't even pause at all, and left directly.

Purple Kite is going crazy!

"Ah!!Wei Ziyao!!Where is this woman good?It's for her again!It must be for her again!!"

That's right, it's for her.

If she hadn't deliberately interceded with Wei Ziyao last night and asked Wei Ziyao to jump into the pit, maybe Qi Qianche wouldn't have come this far.

But watching this so-called self-de-mother dig a pit for his most beloved person.

He couldn't take it anymore.

The most unbearable thing for him is that those people think that in the name of your good, they do things that hurt him.

Qi Qianche cut off a finger in such a dashing manner, and then left in a dashing manner.

And Wei Ziyao didn't know anything about these things.

She sat in a small courtyard carved out of the sanatorium, which was used to collect food.

There are really a lot of people who come to deliver food, and some people even rush in directly, throw down the food and leave.

But...... Compared with 30 million stones, it is a drop in the bucket.

For example, now, a little girl carries a small bamboo basket with a small bag of rice.

"Lord Wei, Lord Wei. The little girl's face was red, and she looked like she was eleven or twelve years old.

Dressed in ragged linen clothes, the weather was already very cold, and she still had a pair of straw sandals on her feet.

It should be that he often works in the fields, and his skin is tanned, but he can still see that he is blushing.

"Lord Wei, I, I admire you very much, and thank you very much, thank you for standing up for the poor woman, this, this is the only bag of corn left in my family, my mother said that Lord Wei is in trouble, we should help you, so ......"

After all, this is ancient times, and some families struggle to even eat food, let alone donate food.

"Give this little girl money. Wei Ziyao instructed the people behind him.

But the little girl put the bamboo basket on the table: "I don't want money, I just want to help Master Wei, because Lord Wei also helped me!"

After saying that, she quickly turned around and ran, as if someone was chasing her from behind, and she forgot to take the small bamboo basket.

"Lord Wei, this ......"

"Weigh it and put it away. ”

Wei Ziyao nodded and asked the people below to put it away.

This is a process of accumulation, and it is also today, for the first time in Wei Ziyao's life, she was almost moved to tears by a stranger.

for those who come today are poor.