Chapter 214
Lu Heng said it lightly, but I don't know how much thrilling there is. Wang Yanqing looked at the blood-stained gauze with a heavy heart, and couldn't help complaining softly, "You were injured to save the emperor. Didn't the imperial doctor bandage you properly?"
Lu Heng said: "The emperor is still dizzy, even if the imperial doctor is willing to bandage me, I don't dare to use it. The imperial doctor can take the time to help me diagnose the pulse and prescribe medicine, which has already given me face. I have seen this kind of skin injury Jinyiwei a lot, and the rest You don't need an imperial doctor, it's enough for Guo Tao and the others to deal with it."
How can a group of big men expect them to treat the wound carefully, and it will be over if the medicine stops the bleeding. Wang Yanqing looked distressed, she picked up scissors and tweezers, and carefully lifted the gauze: "The burn must be treated carefully, otherwise there will be scars in the future. Second brother, please bear with me, and I will bandage you again."
Lu Heng actually didn't care about scars, but Wang Yanqing was so serious, of course Lu Heng wouldn't stop him. He watched her carefully leaning in front of his wound, opening up the old gauze little by little, even if there were a few dander on the wound, he had to pluck it out, very patient and meticulous.
Her breath slapped lightly on Lu Heng's wound. She didn't know whether the medicine worked or the burns caused her to itch. Lu Heng's fingers moved, and Wang Yanqing noticed it, and hurriedly asked, "Did I hurt you?"
Lu Heng held back the itch on his arm and said, "It's fine. It's so late, and I'm letting you watch the blood. I'm worried that you won't sleep well at night."
Wang Yanqing shook his head and said, "What's the matter. If you don't take care of your wound, I won't be able to sleep."
Wang Yanqing is not a boudoir lady who makes a fuss when her fingertips are pierced by a needle. She is very familiar with dealing with wounds, and she was used to it before she lost her memory. Wang Yanqing cleaned the old gauze with full patience. She took the wine, wet a cotton ball, and carefully wiped it along the edge of the wound: "Second brother, the burn must be cleaned, it may hurt a little, you can bear with me. Tolerate."
She said these words with her head lowered, her eyelashes drawn down, and she cast a fine silhouette in the light. Her face was very close to Lu Heng's arm, and her breath brushed against her skin, like a feather tickling.
Her hair fell from her ears and fell down in front of her eyes. Wang Yanqing didn't have time to answer them, so he let them go.
Looking at this scene, Lu Heng could not feel the sting of the spirits touching the flesh. Jin Yiwei also used wine when dressing the wound before, but they poured the wine jar directly onto his wound. Lu Heng did the same before, and he was used to it. It was the first time he had seen such a gentle dressing method. The wine touched his wound, cool and numb, as if he was flirting.
Lu Heng has held a knife all the year round, and the muscles on his body are naturally exercised. He looked tall and thin when he was wearing the flying fish suit, but he didn't look pale when he took off the clothes. At this moment, his arms naturally rested on the table, and even if he didn't exert any force, there were smooth and obvious muscle lines on his forearms.
Wang Yanqing's pale fingers pressed against his arm, the contrast was very different. Lu Heng looked at it for a while, and gradually became a little distracted, wondering what it would feel like to press his hands on other places.
Lu Heng watched for a while, then suddenly stretched out another hand and pulled the broken hair on her temples behind her ears. Wang Yanqing was afraid that it would hurt Lu Heng, so she did not hide. Lu Heng straightened her hair and suddenly asked, "Qingqing, are you eighteen this year?"
Wang Yanqing glanced up quickly, still focusing on the movements in his hands, and his voice could not hide the indifference: "Why are you asking this?"
Even if Wang Yanqing is not as cowardly and timid as an ordinary boudoir girl, it does not mean that she likes hearing people talk about her age. All women in the world, no matter how old or young, no one wants to hear that she is one year older.
Lu Heng smiled lightly, and the light illuminated his pupils, like the afterglow of the setting sun, floating on gold, unable to see the real emotions inside: "Qingqing, I blame the Lu family for being sorry for you, and I'm compelled to keep you filial to me. I have nothing to do with it. It's important, but you are a daughter's family, and Qing chūn can't be delayed. When my father's three-year filial piety is over, you will be twenty years old. If you delay your marriage, I will feel sorry."
Wang Yanqing lowered her face, even if she couldn't see her expression clearly, it was obvious that she was in a low mood. Lu Heng felt a little pain in the wound, he raised his eyebrows secretly, and continued: "Of course I didn't urge you. I mean, if no good family proposes marriage after the end of the filial piety period, you should just stay at Lu's house. ,How about it?"
There are many interpretations of "living", Wang Yanqing changed a new cotton ball, wet it with wine, and lowered his eyes, said: "Second brother will always marry his sister-in-law in the future. Wouldn't it be troublesome for me, who has nothing to do with the Lu family, live under the eaves?"
Lu Heng nodded solemnly and said, "Qingqing's worry is justified. Since it is difficult to have both, then I have no choice but not to marry your sister-in-law."
When Wang Yanqing heard him say that it was difficult to have both, his heart froze, and he almost spilled the wine in his hand. Unexpectedly, he said he would not marry his sister-in-law. Wang Yanqing tried his best to pretend that he picked up the cotton ball and said: "The second brother is in a high position and has a high position. After today, I am afraid that he will be promoted again. In the future, the Lu residence will be sent to the hostess. How can brother not marry a wife?"
"That's right." Lu Heng swept over the spilled wine droplets on the table, and replied lightly, "I'm walking higher step by step, isn't it just to make my life comfortable? Qingqing is far superior to other women in the world, and Qingqing is there to accompany me. Me, what do I need someone else to do?"