"Get up! What are you doing there in a daze?" Feng Jiu walked up and took a look at him. Seeing blood oozing from his forehead, she frowned and helped him up. "I'll help bind your wound." So she led him towards the stall.
The crowd around them who watched the excitement disperse after their departure. Some people who still wanted to watch the excitement saw a young man in brocade clothes with an injured head and another looking like a beggar, so those people didn't take the two to heart.
At the stall, Feng Jiu simply medicated and wrapped up the wound. "If you can't beat him, just hide. Fortunately, it's just a small wound. If it's deep, then it will be a problem."
"It was all their tricks, otherwise how could I fall?" Zhu Yue said angrily. "I must tell my Father about it when I get back."
Feng Jiu rolled her eyes and poured a cup of tea. Looking at food arranged by the stall's aunt on the table, her eyes brightened. "I know these snacks taste good."
