He didn't know how Chen Yu, with his throat at a 36-degree angle, could utter such cold and ruthless words.
After an unknown amount of time, Shen Qingye suddenly came to his senses, his unfocused gaze suddenly sharpened, and he approached Shen Yu step by step.
He wanted to help her up, but found that he had somehow gotten two ripe persimmons into his hand.
The peel is very thin; it breaks easily when poked.
He didn't know where it came from.
However, passersby knew that the two persimmons were given to Shen Qingye by a beggar who happened to be passing by.
The beggar found the purse from which the emperor and empress had distributed lucky money, and he was so happy that his mouth was splitting open with a grin.
I happened to see this new beggar on the roadside. He looked dull and not very smart, and he seemed like he couldn't get any food.
So the beggar reluctantly gave him two persimmons, considering it an act of good karma.
Shen Qingye was about to throw away the persimmons to help the person up when he looked down and saw the disheveled Shen Yu. His pupils immediately dilated. So ugly!
How can it be so ugly!
He was so frightened that his hands were shaking.
Two persimmons were thrown at Shen Yu's face with two loud smacks, and the bright orange juice and pulp were immediately smeared all over her face.
"Rebellious son!"
Suddenly, a furious curse rang out.
"You unfilial son!"
After his torrent of blood, Anbo Hou rushed back as if riding on wheels of fire. He pointed at Shen Qingye, incredulous and furious.
"How could you feed Yu'er shit?!"
Shen Qingye: "???"
What is my silly father saying? I can't understand it.
Marquis Anbo didn't bother to reprimand his unfilial son. He ran over to Chenyu, grabbed her, and shook her violently.
"Yu'er, wake up!"
"Wake up, Yu'er! If you don't wake up soon, you'll be pickled in shit!"
Shen Qingye: "..."
Everyone: "..."
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