The promotion of the imperial palace of the prosperous Huangmou

Chapter 18 Wei Xin
Lu Juntong didn't want to die, so he finally showed him the wound.

"What's your name?" Lu Juntong asked him.

He turned on the lamp, "Wei Xin. Xin of Daxin Guzheng."

Lu Juntong was stunned for a moment: "Have you ever read a book?"

"En." Wei Xin responded without any fluctuations in expression. "I also came up with the name myself. You lie on your stomach. I turn my head, and you take off your clothes. I'll take a look."

Lu Juntong gritted his teeth and complied.Then he closed his eyes tightly, not daring to open them at all—at this moment, it was embarrassing to look at anything.

Wei Xin asked, "Are you ready?"

"En." Lu Juntong could only respond like a mosquito.

Wei Xin opened his eyes, took a light with the lamp, and then pursed the corners of his lips.

Lu Juntong's skin was white and delicate, but the more it was like this, the more ferocious the scars were.

Putting the two together, it is only shocking to look at.

The welts were drawn by him.

For the first time, Wei Xin felt a complex sense of guilt.

Taking a quick look, Wei Xin said, "As I expected, it's a little red. I brought some liquor, poured it on and rinsed it, and then sprinkled some medicinal powder. It should be better."

Lu Juntong's face was burning hot at this time, and he didn't know if it was a fever or something.Hearing this, she responded, not daring to say more.

"It will hurt a lot." Wei Xin said so.

"Ah."

Lu Juntong was well prepared. The moment the cold wine dripped on her back, she was still so painful that she almost screamed out from the burning pain.

Although he could bear it, the muffled voice was still distorted and frightening.

It hurts, it really hurts.

Even tears came out.

Wei Xin heard the muffled groan, but the movements of his hands did not pause and were soft.A bottle of shochu was not wasted at all, it was all precisely poured on those red and swollen wounds.

Lu Juntong almost fainted from the pain.

When Wei Xin stopped, and when she sprinkled the powder, she simply didn't know.

After Wei Xin sprinkled the powder, he barely covered her back with his clothes. During the whole process, his fingers didn't touch her skin at all. After finishing everything, he blew on the lamp: "Okay."

He naturally saw that Lu Juntong was twitching in pain.

He thought that Lu Juntong would scream in pain, but unexpectedly, she still held back.

Wei Xin put the pills on Lu Juntong's bedside: "It's not convenient to boil the medicine, so I replaced it with pills, which will be more bitter."

Lu Juntong reluctantly said, "Thank you."

The voice is hoarse.

"Rest well, I'll come back in three days." Wei Xin was silent for a moment, then got up and walked out.

"Money—" Lu Juntong thought he hadn't given it yet.

"If you are alive, I will give it to you in the future. If... forget it." Wei Xin opened the door quickly and left.

Lu Juntong stared at the door for a long while before chuckling.Immediately, he took another breath and murmured with tears in his eyes, "It hurts so much."

It hurts so much.

Wei Xin looked impersonal and indifferent, but in fact, he had a very good heart.

Before Lu Juntong fell asleep, he thought in a daze.

The listener, the light is bright, like a knife and ax breaking through the darkness.

This deep palace is dark, Wei Xin is indeed like the light of the knife and ax that breaks through the darkness.At least it made her feel a little bit of warmth and light.

At least, she won't be swallowed by despair.

She just didn't know, she couldn't wait until three days later.

(End of this chapter)