Chapter 522 Healing

Xie Zhiwei saluted him, raised his head, and looked at his neck. He saw Xie Zhiwei frowned tightly, and heard her say, "Big brother, let me see your neck." !"

Look, what do you think?

Lu Yan sat still, only lowered his eyes, regretting that he shouldn't have driven Yiwuhou crazy and hurt him.

Back then, it was Marquis Yiwu who informed, Marquis Dingyuan colluded with the enemy and betrayed the country, and colluded with Xiliang. The current emperor doesn't care about indiscrimination. In other words, this situation was originally set up by the emperor. At that time, the leader of Yiwuhou came from behind Hanyu's army, and 70,000 Hanyu's army were buried by the Wuding River.

The blood of 70,000 soldiers flowed on the banks of the Wuding River. The frozen river surface was melted by the blood of the soldiers, and the rolling river flowed eastward.

And in Dayong's court hall, the monarchs and ministers rejoiced together, singing praises.

His mother was the majestic Princess An of Dayong, who hugged his father and died in the random arrows. The sound of his sister screaming in the fire came, and he was dragged away by his mother's guards, who covered his mouth , Don't let him yell out, there are pursuers chasing after him.

When he was in Longshan, in order to protect him, the last bodyguard took several arrows in his body and hung him down the cliff with a rope. He will never forget that face, and he smiled gratifiedly, "Little Lord, Lord Lord!" Let the subordinates tell the young master a word, live, work hard to live, and only by living can there be hope!"

At that moment, he knew that no matter how much he had to pay, he had to live. Not only did he want to live, but he also wanted to take revenge!

He had waited for so many years, and when Marquis Yiwu went to prison, he couldn't restrain his excitement.

Xie Zhiwei walked to his side, stretched out his hand, and gently brushed his skin with his cool fingertips. Lu Yan felt his whole body was stiff, and he even forgot to breathe. He looked straight at Xie Zhiwei and tilted his head to look at him seriously. The skin on the neck touched his neck again and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Lu Yan shook his head, his feminine voice trembled, "It doesn't hurt!"

"What about here?" Xie Zhiwei pressed it little by little, frowning, and touched the most bruised spot with his fingertips, "Does it hurt here?"

Lu Yan was about to shake his head when Xie Zhiwei's fingertips exerted strength, "Does it hurt?"

There was some anger in her voice, Lu Yan closed her eyes, swallowed, "Hmm!"

When Xie Zhiwei pressed the button again, he answered truthfully, did not dare to lie, and did not hurt his muscles, bones or throat, so the look on Xie Zhiwei's face was better.

After she finished the diagnosis, she said in a stern tone, "Brother, I believe that if you don't allow it, few people will be able to hurt you. Why do you want people to hurt you?"

Lu Yan's hand hanging by his side was tightly clenched into a fist, and it took a long time before he said, "I was wrong!"

As soon as he said this, everyone in the study was stunned, thinking that his ears were hallucinating. Du Yuan couldn't help but look up at him and saw the sincere apology on the young master's face. Eye-opening.

Mi Tuan was so frightened that his legs gave way and he almost fell to the ground. He tried hard to recall that the sun was still rising from the east today, and there was no red rain in the sky, but the governor would admit his mistake to others.

"What's the use of admitting your mistakes? Do you know that the neck is the most vulnerable part of a person's body, and if you are not careful, you will die?"

Lu Yan lowered his head, and seemed to have a good attitude of admitting his mistakes, but, where no one could see, his unstained and vermilion lips were slightly curved, the corners of his lips were raised high, and there were turbulent emotions rolling in his eyes. Dare to be noticed.

Xie Zhiwei ordered Mi Tuan, "Mister Mi Tuan, prepare pens, ink, paper and inkstone!"

Mi Tuan responded hastily, and put a pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table beside him, and asked Xie Zhiwei to write a prescription.

Xie Zhiwei's small face was more serious than ever, and the atmosphere in the room seemed very dull. No one dared to take a big breath, which made people feel like they were about to die.

He just hurt his neck a little bit!

He himself never cherished his life!

Xie Zhiwei took a prescription, wrote it, revised it, revised it, revised it, revised it no less than three times, and just copied it once, dried the ink, and handed it to Mituan, "Hurry up and get the medicine!"

The tone is very bad!

Mi Tuan was so frightened that his legs trembled. When he went out, he staggered and almost tripped over the threshold and fell to the ground.

Xie Zhiwei took the ointment from Du Yuan's hand and took a look, said "Yes", and winked at Du Yuan, Du Yuan gave the ointment to Lu Yan with both hands tremblingly.

Without saying anything, Lu Yan called Zhima in and ordered him to apply medicine.

Just at this moment, Zhima was drenched with sweat, and the sweat on his forehead rolled down.

Fortunately, after a while, Mi Tuan grabbed the medicine and checked it for Xie Zhiwei as usual. Then Zhima felt a little more relaxed, hurriedly applied the medicine to Lu Yan, and stood there again.

After a while, the fragrance of medicine wafted from the eaves outside the house. It will take some time to boil the medicine. Lu Yan thought for a while and said, "Princess, let me play two games of chess with you!"

Holding the teacup, Xie Zhiwei raised his eyes to look at Lu Yan's neck. After applying a layer of light green ointment, the bruise dissipated a bit, but he still looked very scary.

Back then, it was Marquis Yiwu who reported that Marquis Dingyuan's mansion was collaborating with the enemy, and Marquis Yiwu led troops to fight Xiliang when Marquis Dingyuan fought against Xiliang. .

Little is known about this inside story. She only knew about it when she became a queen in her previous life.

In her previous life, she didn't know Lu Yan's identity, but now that she thinks about it, how much did Lu Yan endure in her previous life? How much bitterness and hatred did he put in his heart to brew a cup of bitter wine, which he swallowed one mouthful at a time alone in the dark and cold night?

"Big brother, does it hurt?" Xie Zhiwei raised her head and looked at Lu Yan. There were tears rolling in her eyes, and she smiled, "It hurts like this, you can't see it from the outside, but it actually hurts. Water hurts!"

She tilted her head slightly, with firm eyes, as if you don't want to fool me.

Lu Yan clenched his fists unconsciously, smiled, and restrained the demon flowing in his eyes, his eyes were as gentle as a mountain spring in spring, "It hurts!"

"Then stop talking, close your eyes and rest for a while, the medicine is ready, I will call you!"

Lu Yan didn't dare to speak anymore, he leaned back on the chair, rested his head on the back of the chair, closed his eyes, his heart was calm like never before.

I don't know how long it took, Lu Yan had a sweet dream, and in a haze, he heard Xie Zhiwei's voice calling him, "Big brother, wake up and drink the medicine!"

It was getting late outside, Lu Yan opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the dark night, but there was a light in front of him, he was in the warm light, the smell of medicine was tangy, and there was a tingling feeling on his neck , is gradually fading away.

Still adding updates today!

It is said that I hit each other with three stalks:

1) When the female protagonist designs the male supporting role, the male protagonist is peeking from the side;

2) The nanny asked someone to sprinkle water on the skirt of the hostess, or how she designed it to take the hostess away. I have forgotten how this small plot was written;

3) The female protagonist pays attention to the medicine that cures the male protagonist’s poison in the pharmacy;

It may be because the other party is a master and asked me to revise the text. Sorry, if I plagiarized, please treat it as plagiarism. If I did not plagiarize, I do not need to revise the text.

If you pay to read my book, you don’t need to be affected by my negative emotions. I say this because I want to tell you the situation responsibly. It doesn't mean anything else.

Fairness is at ease!