Report to the Marquis! The Madam went to the military camp to flirt with men again

Lin Zhuwei was startled, and clenched his hands hidden in his sleeves into fists.

She tried hard to restrain herself so as not to let others notice anything unusual, and looked at the face in front of her with a cold expression.

She curled her red lips and said calmly, "How many times have I told you that I am not some young lady? You and I have never met before, why are you asking me to recognize you? Or do you have a facial disease and need me to help you with acupuncture treatment?"

The man in black didn't expect to be ridiculed and his chest tightened. By the time he reacted, Lin Zhuwei had already turned around and walked away.

"Young Madam! I'm Amu!"

The man in black suddenly growled at Lin Zhuwei's figure.

But Lin Zhuwei acted as if he didn't hear anything. He walked forward without any pause, turned into the corridor, and disappeared.

Yu Chuan, formerly known as Amu, could no longer hold back and a tear quietly rolled down the corner of his eye.

It was a pleasant surprise after a long separation, but also a sadness due to the indifference in the young lady's eyes.

Fu Junyan leaned on the doorstep, staring at Lin Zhuwei's stiff back with deep eyes. The burning excitement almost penetrated the corridor that blocked his sight.

Ah Mu covered the bleeding wound and turned to Fu Junyan, his voice was hard and hard, as if there was something stuck in his throat: "My Lord, is she... really the young lady?"

"No matter how much a person wants to hide, her habitual movements will always reveal the shadow of her past." Fu Junyan said in a low voice, "She is Yu Shaoruo."

Although he didn't know what the fat Yu Shaoruo had experienced that caused his figure to become so thin and weak, so petite that it made him feel distressed.

A weak woman who couldn't even cook and was afraid to kill fish with a kitchen knife, now picks up a sword to kill people without even blinking an eye.

He is also a martial artist, and he knows the price he has to pay to acquire superb martial arts skills.

I didn't expect that her skills were far superior to Amu's. It was really surprising.

She must have experienced something horrific to become so tough and heartless.

In the end, it was Fu Junyan who harmed her and forced her to face the dangers of the world.

When he thought of this, Fu Junyan's heart ached so much that he almost couldn't breathe.

Lin Zhuwei and Yin Xunheng returned to the main hall, and Yin Xunheng noticed that she looked different.

I think it must have something to do with the master and servant.

Yin Xunheng felt quite uncomfortable, but still asked with concern:

"Xiao Wei, are you okay?"

Lin Zhuwei nodded and said unnaturally: "Xun Heng, I want to go back to my room and rest first."

"Okay. Go quickly and call me if you need anything." Yin Xunheng sent her back to the door of her room before reluctantly going back.

Lin Zhuwei closed the door and collapsed against it.

Amu is still alive!

That year, she saw with her own eyes Fu Junyan shoot a sword at him and fall off the cliff.

She thought he would be torn to pieces and there would be no possibility of survival!

But why is he still alive? !

Looking at the scars on his face, especially the one that runs from the corner of his eye through his nose and winds all the way to the corner of his mouth, it is shocking. It seems that he also survived a near-death experience on the battlefield.

It seems that he has been following Fu Junyan all the time, fighting on the battlefield and making numerous contributions.

At first, she thought Amu died in front of her, and she was heartbroken and hated Fu Junyan to the core.

But now, her hatred seems so ridiculous?

But no matter what, she and Fu Junyan could never go back to the way they were before.

The next day, Lin Zhuwei took a day off. While at the charity cemetery, he developed the habit of doing everything by himself.

So she went to the kitchen to cook breakfast herself and called Yin Xunheng to come and eat together.

"Xiao Wei, the sesame cakes you make are more delicious than those in the restaurants outside." Yin Xunheng said with a smile.

Lin Zhuwei put a big pancake in his hand and said with a smile: "You have eaten too much delicacies from land and sea, so you are greedy for my rustic cooking."

Her words made Yin Xunheng laugh out loud.

The two were having breakfast, chatting and laughing, when they saw a dark shadow cast at the door.

Lin Zhuwei looked up and saw Amu, wearing a mask, standing at the door pushing Fu Junyan, who was in a wheelchair.

Fu Junyan looked at the sesame cake in Yin Xunheng's hand, and a hint of jealousy welled up in his eyes.

"My Lord." Yin Xunheng still greeted him respectfully.

Although he didn't like Lord Fu, the fact was that he was of higher rank than him and he couldn't tolerate his presumptuous behavior.

Fu Junyan snorted and looked directly at Lin Zhuwei: "Doctor Lin, I see you have too much breakfast, do you mind if I eat some with you?"

Lin Zhuwei said coldly: "Mind. I have to eat the leftovers for lunch. I'm not like Lord Fu, who holds a high position and has a lot of money, and can enjoy delicacies every day."

Yin Xunheng looked at her strangely. For some reason, he always felt that Lin Zhuwei was always sarcastic towards Fu Junyan.

Fu Junyan was not angry, he just nodded to Yu Chuan, and immediately took out ten taels of silver and put them on the table.

"It's indeed my fault to take advantage of someone for nothing. How about just considering it as something I bought?" Fu Junyan chuckled.

Lin Zhuwei curled the corners of his lips, put the silver into his sleeve pocket, and threw him a pancake.

Fu Junyan ate the pancake slowly, but his black eyes seemed to be attached to Lin Zhuwei's body, burning like a scorching summer day.

Lin Zhuwei was very annoyed by his stare and said angrily, "Master Fu, have you always been so unrestrained?"

Fu Junyan was as thick-skinned as a city wall, not feeling embarrassed at all. He chuckled, "Don't you know me? I'm not a reckless person."

"Psycho." Lin Zhuwei gritted her teeth and threw out these words, then stood up and left.

Yin Xunheng hurriedly chased after him.

Fu Junyan ate the pancake slowly and felt a wave of bitterness in his heart.

Many years ago, she didn't know how to cook and made him a bowl of chicken soup, which almost ruined his health.

Nowadays, she can even make a simple pancake with such unique flavor.

It is conceivable that she has gone through countless hardships to achieve her current success.

Lin Zhuwei only wanted to keep her relationship with Fu Junyan a secret, but she did not expect that an imperial edict would break this peace.

The young eunuch cleared his throat and said, "Master Lin, the emperor has given an order... the emperor has ordered that you stand and receive the order."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Lin Zhuwei said lightly.

"The Emperor has ordered that Lord Fu is a pillar of the country and shoulders a heavy responsibility. He was injured for the country and deserves to be treated well. I hope that Doctor Lin can heal Lord Fu's leg injury as soon as possible."

Lin Zhuwei: “…………”

No matter how reluctant she was, she still had to obey the imperial decree.

So she came to Fu Junyan's room.

"Lie down and stretch your legs." Lin Zhuwei said lightly.

Fu Junyan smiled and watched her do as she was told.

Lin Zhuwei examined his legs and feet without saying a word, then took out silver needles and started giving him acupuncture.

Fu Junyan stared at her with deep eyes and said in a low voice: "Shao Ruo...I was indeed sorry for you back then..."

Lin Zhuwei was merciless and interrupted him directly: "My Lord, do you need me to take a look at your brain?"

Fu Junyan shook his head helplessly: "I know you hate me, but I have no choice... uh huh..."

Before he finished his words, Lin Zhuwei's silver needle pierced into his acupuncture points without mercy, causing him to groan in pain.

"My Lord, does it hurt?" Lin Zhuwei sneered, "My medical skills are not good. How about asking the Emperor for permission to invite another imperial physician?"

Fu Junyan gritted his teeth and said, "Doctor Lin, you are joking. You even saved the empress dowager. Everyone in the court knows that you are the best doctor."

Lin Zhuwei sneered and thrust the second silver needle in again, causing Fu Junyan to break out in a cold sweat from the pain. He gripped the edge of the bed tightly but dared not groan in pain again.

"Shao Ruo... I regret it too. Back then, I thought you were buried in the sea. I was heartbroken, so I asked for permission to go to the border town to resist the Japanese pirates... Ah..."

Fu Junyan suddenly screamed, and the shrill sound frightened Amu, who was waiting at the door, and he rushed in.

But Lin Zhuwei was holding a bloody knife in his hand with a cold expression.

"My Lord, My Lord..." Amu's tongue was tied and he felt frightened.

Is it necessary to cut flesh and bleed to treat a leg injury?

How can this be considered a cure?

It's clearly like the young lady is planning to take the Marquis' life!

Lin Zhuwei's face turned cold, and her voice became clearer and clearer: "The Marquis's injured leg has an abscess, and I need to cut it off. Can't the Marquis bear it anymore?"

Fu Junyan was sweating profusely, his fists clenched tightly, his handsome face was distorted with pain, but he could only grit his teeth and squeeze out a sound:

"Just go ahead and get treatment. This minor injury won't cause any trouble."

Amu also nodded, looking scared: "Young Madam, you don't know that the Marquis went deep into the enemy camp alone and was ambushed. An arrow went straight through the Marquis' chest. If it weren't for the Marquis's luck, he would have died on the battlefield. This little injury is not worth mentioning to the Marquis."

Lin Zhuwei snorted coldly: "Your Majesty is really lucky. The Japanese pirates must be regretting that they didn't put poison on the arrows and saved your life."

Fu Junyan's eyes darkened, and his voice revealed a slight tremor: "You... you hate me so much? You wish I would die?"