Jun Jiuling

The bridal chamber, festive candles, night, and spring night are worth a thousand dollars.

A moment is really valuable to Miss Jun, she stood in front of Fang Chengyu.

Although the wedding dress was made by the best tailor, it still looked a little too big for Fang Chengyu.

This is also because he is slumped in a wheelchair and cannot support his clothes.

Looking down at him, he looked even smaller.

Miss Jun smiled.

"Sometimes when I get anxious, I want to say why you are so stupid, why don't you believe what I say?" She said, "Then I thought, this is normal, people see and think differently Same."

"Miss Jun is also very smart." Fang Chengyu also smiled and said, "I know that some words are hard to believe."

Miss Jun reached out to support the wheelchair.

"Okay, don't waste your time," she said.

The wheelchair was pushed into the clean room, the bath inside was filled with water, the bath was connected to the earth dragon, the indoor heating was strong, and plum branches were still in bud around it.

But there is no incense or flower fragrance in this clean room, but a strange medicinal smell.

Fang Chengyu's eyes saw the steaming bath, the water in it was strangely black, a trace of ridicule appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

So, what everyone is saying is true? To drug him and make him...

A hand reached over and unbuttoned his shirt.

People are knives and I am fish, which probably refers to this scene.

Fang Chengyu looked at the girl in front of him with a smile. The girl's hands were quick, and she quickly took off her robe.

"The lady is very good at undressing people's clothes." He said with a smile.

The name of the lady.

Miss Jun's hand paused slightly.

When she first got married, she also thought it was just a forced compensation, but she didn't expect that he was really good to her, very good.

Well, she had to be moved.

She was a young girl after all.

They can also be regarded as a young couple...Naturally they will love each other...And they will have sweet nicknames....

There were things she didn't want to think about, not at all.

Miss Jun reached out and grabbed Fang Chengyu's underwear.

"Yeah," she said, "so don't waste your time now."

Fang Chengyu smiled and was about to speak when he was suddenly pulled up by Miss Jun.

"The lady is really..."

Before he could say the word "impatient", he was thrown into the bathtub.

He was a boy, but was thrown into the water by this girl.

The lady is so rude.

The lady is indeed very strong, no wonder she was able to fight Jinxiu.

He wanted to laugh and say these words, which obviously made the girl angry.

But as soon as a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, it became twisted, and at the same time an uncontrollable scream rushed out of his mouth.

pain!

It seems that ten thousand needles have pierced the flesh and bones.

It's like being thrown into a frying pan.

Fang Chengyu felt his skin sizzling, as if being boiled and fried.

How is this going? Is it because of that medicine?

Fang Chengyu yelled again, and then saw Miss Jun standing by the bathtub.

His vision was blurred due to the severe pain, but he could clearly see Miss Jun's condescending and indifferent eyes.

He suppressed the rest of the scream that had rushed into his throat.

In addition to bringing him endless humiliation, the disabled person's body also brought him a strong ability to endure.

If a person lives like being stepped on the tip of a knife every moment from the day he can walk, and he can still live until now without committing suicide, then what pain in this world can't be endured by him? ?

Fang Chengyu always felt this way. He looked at Miss Jun standing by the bath, then rolled his eyes and passed out.

Miss Jun watched the young man sink into the bathtub. His underwear was soaked and stuck tightly to his body, his skin was trembling, and there were curves protruding from under his clothes.

That was the swelling of the veins, which also showed what kind of pain his body was enduring.

The pain was not only caused by the scorching hot water that Mrs. Fang had specially instructed to prepare, but also the stimulation of the soup.

"This decoction has a beautiful name, called Ecstasy Decoction." Master once said.

Miss Jun seemed to see Master standing in front of him with a smile on his face.

"True ecstasy, it will make people want to fly away."

A smile also appeared on Miss Jun's face, and she sighed and looked at Fang Chengyu, who had already sunk.

"I can't do it in such a short time, I still don't have enough strength." She said, rolled up her sleeves and leaned over to pull Fang Chengyu up from the bathtub.

Although Fang Chengyu was young and thin, his body would become heavier after he passed out, and Miss Jun was only one year older than Fang Chengyu, and she was still a girl, so Fang Chengyu was placed on the couch half-handled and half-carried.

The underwear she was wearing was also wet.

Miss Jun ignored her clothes and took off Fang Chengyu's wet clothes first. Looking at the young man's body in front of her, Miss Jun was slightly stunned.

Of course it wasn't because of the body of the young man.

Firstly, Fang Chengyu is a child after all, and secondly, she is a doctor treating diseases at this time, and only sees patients, there is no distinction between men and women.

The child knew that he was thin when he was wearing clothes, and he knew what kind of thinness he was when he took off his clothes.

The skin covered the bones, and the bones were almost visible one by one, and the skin was black in many places.

Miss Jun was silent for a moment.

It's very unfair, he's just a child, it's not right for me to lose my temper with him just now.

She was angry just now because Fang Chengyu said that sentence, and that sentence reminded her of the past, but she was angry because of those things and that person, which had nothing to do with Fang Chengyu.

It is unfair and wrong to bear Fang Chengyu's annoyance because Fang Chengyu is right in front of him.

Although she tried her best to control it again and again, she felt that her temper was getting worse and worse.

She wasn't a good-tempered person in the first place.

At the beginning, the master was finally entangled, and said that if he wanted to learn medicine from him, the first thing to do was to temper his temper.

"At least don't hit people casually with a whip." Master said.

A smile appeared on the corner of Miss Jun's mouth.

Of course she didn't hit people casually, naturally those people should be hit.

"It's not that they should beat people, but you are the one who beat people." Master said.

She didn't understand this sentence for a long time, but she understood it immediately when she thought about it.

It was her who beat people, her identity, so those people could be beaten.

Now, Miss Jun, go and try to hit someone casually.

Thinking of this, Miss Jun smiled wryly again.

In fact, tempering her temper was of no use to her at that time, because her identity was never needed, and the master didn't really want to temper her temper, that is, he couldn't bear to talk about her identity casually, hoping that she would retreat in spite of difficulties.

She is the most noble blood of the royal family in the world, but it is also an embarrassing blood. A bad temper will not make people treat her badly, and a good temper will not make others treat her too well.

But it's different now, now she is an ordinary person, wandering around in the world, dealing with the worldly ways.

In this way, Master's embarrassing training back then is the most useful for her now, including medical skills.

She focused on studying medicine in order to save her father, but in the end his father was useless, and now it became the guarantee of her survival.

Miss Jun was slightly lost in thought until Fang Chengyu's voice came to her ear.

Although he had been dragged out of the soup medicine bath, the medicine soaked in his flesh continued to sting.

Miss Jun took the towel and wiped off the water on his body, covered him with a clean thin quilt, took out the small box that had been prepared from the side cabinet, and opened it to reveal the densely packed long and short golden needles in it.

Miss Jun looked at the comatose young man who was still in pain, and twisted a golden needle.

"You only want to complain about the injustice of heaven, so now let me act for you and give you justice."

The night was getting darker, red lights hung high everywhere, and there were occasional faint sounds of gunfire coming from the small red courtyard, which immediately drifted into the night wind in the cold of February.