He seriously suspected that the seventh prince was a bit unlucky.

His Xiaohua is the most well-behaved cow in the dairy world, but he has never seen her bark like this before.

A whistle was heard not far away, and the restless little cow finally calmed down.

Emperor Zian:?

Depend on!

He is still very lucky, isn't he?

There must be an expert helping me secretly!

After stealing the milk, Emperor Zian quickly returned to the woodshed, "Sister, sister, the milk is here."

When Po, who was crying out for milk, heard that there was milk, he started smacking his lips, "Milk, milk..."

Just as Abao was about to sip the water bag, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Emperor Zi'an was startled and protected Abao and his grandmother.

When I looked up, I saw a tall figure standing at the door. "Feng Batian?"

Feng Batian said coldly, "Bring the milk over here."

Di Zian almost jumped up when he heard this, "You can't possibly do that? You, a grown man, are actually trying to steal my sister's milk."

Abao was already crying with hunger. When he heard that Feng Batian was going to take the milk back, Abao refused to do it!

[Feng Batian, you promised not to kill the elderly, the weak, women and children. You are starving my baby to death.]

Hearing this, Feng Batian couldn't help but twitch his lips. He slowed down his voice, "The little princess can't drink freshly squeezed milk. She's still too young and has a delicate stomach. Drinking unboiled milk will easily cause diarrhea."

He stood in front of Emperor Zian and said, "So, give me the milk. I will go and cook for the little princess. Otherwise, she will really starve to death."

"You, are you serious?"

"Seventh Prince, do you think you still have time to negotiate with me now?"

Emperor Zi'an quickly gave the water bag to Feng Batian.

Feng Batian had already prepared the stove. After waiting for a while, Feng Batian put the cooked milk in cold water to cool it down before handing it to Di Zian.

After drinking the milk, Abao expressed satisfaction.

After a burp, she grinned happily.

“Giggle…”

Emperor Zi'an looked at the cheerful A-Bao and his own mood improved as well.

When I looked up, I saw Feng Batian also smiling with his lips pursed.

Feng Batian, who was discovered, suddenly calmed down and said with a serious face, "Seventh Prince, have you thought it through? Will you write the imperial decree or not?"

Before, Di Zian was quite afraid of Feng Batian, after all, this guy was a bandit leader.

But since he knew Feng Batian's experience, he felt that Feng Batian was quite pitiful.

Especially when I thought about Feng Batian dying, having his eyes gouged out and his skin peeled off to be made into a lantern...

After death, he became a fierce ghost and could not be reborn.

"I will not write an edict."

"It is impossible for me to submit to the imperial court. In this case, let's just stay in Hutou Village and see who can outlast the other."

Feng Batian walked to the door with a flick of his sleeves.

【Why--】

Po sighed.

Feng Batian couldn't help but want to hear why Po was sighing.

[Let’s go, let’s go. I’m going to be poisoned to death by my subordinates tonight.]

Subordinates?

Which subordinate?

But Po changed the subject directly.

[You gave up being a prince and insisted on becoming a bandit leader, isn't it because of the inferiority complex caused by the birthmark on your face? No problem, I can go. If you don't go, you will die. Come to me, I will take care of it in minutes.]

Feng Batian stopped at the door and turned to look at Abao.

He met Abao's bright eyes, as clear as spring water.

Di Zian didn't know Feng Batian could hear A Bao's thoughts. He turned his eyes and called Feng Batian, "A person's appearance and ability are always different. I see that the birthmark on your face looks like the fetal poison you brought from your mother's womb.

If you don’t remove it, I’m afraid it will be short-lived.”

Feng Batian was stunned.

"Let me put it this way. If I don't write the imperial edict, I don't want you to submit to the court.

I want to help you remove your birthmark, and you can disband the Tiger Head Village, find a good way to make a living, and give up being a bandit and become a civilian. How about that? "

"Easier said than done." Feng Batian smiled sarcastically. From childhood to adulthood, he had visited countless miracle doctors, but all without success.

"The village chief might as well think about this carefully."

Being able to successfully suppress the bandits without spending a single soldier is the best possible outcome.

This way there will be no casualties on either side.

Feng Batian walked away.

Emperor Zian was worried, "Hey——"

A Bao waved his little hands and touched Di Zian's face.

【What are you worried about, brother?】

"Sister, to be honest, the thing about Feng Batian's face being poisoned was just something I made up. Judging from Feng Batian's expression, I guessed it right. But I have to find a miracle doctor to remove the poison from his face. I have limited connections, and I don't know where to find a miracle doctor. I'm so worried."

【whee】

Po grinned, his eyes curved into crescent shapes.

[Come to me, come to me, brother, come to me, I can remove the fetal toxins, it’s very simple, look, it can be done with just a strand of hair]

Her hair has the effect of warding off evil and poison, but what about the baby?

Emperor Zi'an was startled.

Good guy.

Just that... simple?

[Brother, Feng Batian is in danger tonight, save him! ]

[Then you can use both kindness and force to subdue Feng Batian without any effort. It will be good for him, you, and everyone. This way, the bandit suppression mission will be a complete success.]

Di Zian took a deep breath. Abao has a good plan!

…

At night, after Feng Batian returned to the bamboo house, he kept thinking about Abao's thoughts.

The little girl said she would be poisoned to death tonight.

Someone knocked on the door, and Feng Batian was startled, "Who?"

"Village leader, I am your subordinate."

Big scar face?

Feng Batian narrowed his eyes dangerously, so the subordinate that the little girl said betrayed him was the one with the big scar on his face.

"What's the matter?" Feng Batian opened the door and found the man with the big scar holding a jug of wine.

Feng Batian seemed to see that this was... poisoned wine.

Good guys!

This guy wanted to poison him.

Scarface noticed that Feng Batian had a gloomy expression, and his heart tightened. "Village...Village Master, forget it, I'd better leave."

Feng Batian:?

Your face looked strange just now. Were you startled?

"Why are you leaving? I've brought the wine. Let's go inside and talk."

After entering the room, Scarface cautiously placed the wine on the table, with a plate of peanuts on it.

It's obvious that he's here to drink with Feng Batian.

"Village leader, I am in great pain, but I have no one to talk to, so I have no choice but to come to you."

Feng Batian sat there with a cold expression.

Oh.

It sounds nice, but it's obvious that they just want to take the opportunity to poison him and take his place.

"Where's the knife?"

"You know, Xiaodao doesn't drink alcohol. Even if I want to find him, there's no chance."

"What's wrong with you?" Feng Batian glanced at him and said, "Sit down and talk."

I'll make you drink the poison wine later, it's your own fault!