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

Lin Zhuwei acted as if he didn't hear anything and just said, "Sir, please roll up your pants so I can check your knees."

Yu Jibao didn't expect her reaction to be so cold. He was shocked and said, "Sister! It's me! I'm Xiaobao!"

Lin Zhuwei seemed a little impatient, and said in a tired tone, "My lord, you have mistaken me. My last name is Lin, not Yu. It is not surprising that things are similar and people are similar. I hope you will not misunderstand me again."

Yu Jibao stared in shock, looked at her suspiciously, opened his mouth, but could not utter any words.

"Sir, please roll up your trouser legs." Lin Zhuwei reminded again.

Yu Jibao looked at her hesitantly and was silent for a long time before hesitantly bending down and pulling his trouser legs up above his knees, revealing a large part of his legs.

What caught my eye were the shocking scars!

His entire legs were covered with wounds from sticks, knives, and swords, and the tiny scars were still bleeding.

With just a slight touch, one could hear Yu Jibao gasping in pain.

In comparison, the redness and swelling on his knees caused by kneeling were actually the lightest injuries on his entire legs.

Lin Zhuwei felt heartbroken and angry, her whole heart trembled slightly, and her eyes were filled with imperceptible viciousness and heartache.

She opened the medicine box, sprinkled some ointment on his wound, and then took out gauze to bandage him.

"No bandaging allowed!" The Third Prince suddenly pushed Lin Zhuwei away, "He still wants to compete with me, no bandaging allowed!"

She was caught off guard and fell to the ground, but quickly got up and kowtowed: "Yes, Third Prince, I know I was wrong."

He lowered his head, and a gloomy look flashed across his eyes.

"Get up." Concubine Jia suddenly said, and then glanced at the Third Prince and said, "Then you can go."

Yu Jibao was still hesitating, and the Third Prince grabbed his arm and said, "Let's go! Let's go play too."

Without giving Yu Jibao time to object, he was pulled by Yu Jibao to run towards the royal relatives who were competing.

"You, take a sword and compete with me!" The third prince grabbed a sharp sword and pointed at Yu Jibao arrogantly and gave the order.

Yu Jibao's face turned pale, and he looked at the Third Prince helplessly, unwilling to move.

The young eunuch who had been serving the Third Prince immediately picked up a sword and forced it into his hand.

He even gritted his teeth and whispered, "Hold it! The sword has no eyes, be careful! Don't hurt the Third Prince, otherwise you won't have enough heads to chop off!"

Yu Jibao could only take it helplessly, his body even formed a conditioned reflex and trembled slightly.

The third prince laughed and rushed over with sword in hand.

Yu Jibao retreated step by step, dodged repeatedly, and responded carefully with his sword in hand.

The third prince was only five years old. If a fight really broke out, Yu Jibao could beat him and make him cry in just a few hits, but he just couldn't commit the crime of offending his superiors!

The third prince became more and more courageous as the battle went on, and he used every blow of his sword. Yu Jibao was unable to dodge and was stabbed in the thigh, and blood gushed out instantly.

Yu Jibao grimaced in pain, jumped up on one foot, touched the bleeding wound, and cried out in pain.

When the third prince saw this, he burst into laughter and rushed forward again with his sword in hand.

Yu Jibao could only raise his sword to block the attack. After more than ten rounds, the Third Prince was exhausted and sweating profusely. He threw his sword away angrily and ran away.

"Hey! I'll do it!"

Upon seeing this, a member of the royal family immediately picked up his spear and wanted to fight with Yu Jibao.

Each of them is either the son of a princess or the child of a prince, and their status is extremely noble.

Yu Jibao couldn't afford to offend any of them, so he could only respond perfunctorily, which inevitably resulted in more scars on his body.

The princesses and wives in the stands watched with great interest and chatted happily.

Prince Chun's wife even laughed and said, "Madam Jiafei, this little warrior is quite good and very sensible. Where did you find him?"

Concubine Jia glanced at Lin Zhuyi casually and smiled softly, "I think this child and I have a good relationship. It is his blessing to be able to come to the palace to practice with me."

"That's right." Prince Xin's wife also laughed, "Not everyone can enter the inner court of the imperial palace. His opportunity is beyond the reach of many people."

Everyone was talking and laughing, completely ignoring the fact that Yu Jibao on the field was outnumbered and was being beaten up, causing him to scream in pain.

Lin Zhuwei's heart was filled with resentment, and he wished he could personally take action and tear those arrogant royal children to pieces.

But there was no change on her face, it remained calm.

Concubine Jia suddenly felt a little uninterested and said lightly:

"Okay, I'm tired too, so I'll go back first. If you have nothing to do, you can stay and watch over them first."

"Mom, walk slowly."

So after Concubine Jia exchanged greetings with everyone, she left first.

On the way, Concubine Jia curled her lips and asked coldly: "Xiaoyu, what do you think?"

Xiaoyu thought for a moment and replied, "My lady, Lin Zhuwei is very calm, as if she doesn't know Yu Jibao at all."

"Hmph." Concubine Jia snorted coldly and said, "Wait a minute, ask Lin Zhuwei to apply medicine to Yu Jibao, and you stay by his side and watch him in person."

"Okay, take care, Your Majesty." After Xiaoyu respectfully sent Concubine Jia back, she turned back again.

The fight on the field stopped. Yu Jibao fell to the ground. His light-colored clothes were stained with blood. His face was bruised and swollen. He sat on the ground dejectedly.

Everyone left talking and laughing, and only Yu Jibao was left alone on the field, like a used rag, lonely and broken.

The princesses and wives in the stands also left one after another.

Lin Zhuwei picked up the medicine box, clenched his hands into fists in his sleeve pockets, hid his heartache and resentment in his lowered eyes, and followed Fu Jin away with his head lowered.

"Doctor Lin, wait a minute." Xiaoyu, who was waiting on the side, called her.

Lin Zhuwei raised her eyes and looked at her: "Miss Xiaoyu, is there something wrong?"

Xiaoyu said, "Her Majesty is thinking of Yu Jibao and Doctor Lin's medical skills, so she asked you to see him right away."

Lin Zhuwei sneered in his heart.

If she really cared about Yu Jibao, why would she bring him into the palace? And why would she let him be beaten without saying a word?

But she responded, "Your Majesty is really kind-hearted. I will go right away."

Picking up the medicine box, he went towards Yu Jibao who was slumped on the ground. Xiaoyu walked in the opposite direction, but hid not far away and watched secretly.

When Yu Jibao saw her coming, he pouted and looked at her pitifully. He wanted to call her sister with a hoarse voice, but he didn't dare to. He looked so aggrieved that Lin Zhuwei felt very distressed.

Lin Zhuwei tried to control himself, squatted down, opened the medicine box, and said calmly: "Mr. Yu, take off your shirt and pull up your trouser legs."

Yu Jibao's eyes were filled with tears. He did as he was told with trembling hands. He took off his clothes, revealing a body covered in scars and blood, which was shocking to see.

Lin Zhuwei's breath was choked, and her eyes were filled with heartache. She whispered, "It hurts a little, just bear with it."

Although she tried her best to move as quietly as possible, Yu Jibao still cried out in pain, and Lin Zhuwei was so heartbroken that she felt like it was about to break.

Why can't she protect anyone in this life!

The parents are gone! The child is gone! The master was killed!

Now even his only younger brother is being abused in this damn palace!

How could she not complain! How could she not hate!

"Mr. Yu, the medicine has been applied. Please put on your clothes."

Lin Zhuwei said as he handed him a bottle of medicine: "This is the best wound medicine. If you get hurt in the future, just sprinkle some on the wound and it will heal faster."

After saying that, she said no more, turned around and was about to leave.

"elder sister……"

Yu Jibao suddenly called out, and when he saw her stop, he said with some disappointment: "You look so much like my sister... She's dead... Can I call you my sister from now on..."

Lin Zhuwei turned to look at him with a cold expression: "Mr. Yu, don't open up to someone just because of her appearance. Especially in this imperial palace, you don't know what this person is up to under the mask."

Yu Jibao sniffed hard and almost cried out: "I... I just miss my sister very much..."

Lin Zhuwei's eyes suddenly frowned, and a trace of trembling appeared in her voice: "If you get hurt again in the future, you can come to Lianxinju outside the palace to find me. As the imperial physician, I can waive your consultation fee. As for your sister's matter, I am really sorry."

After saying that, she immediately turned around and walked away resolutely. If she stayed for another second, she was afraid that she would not be able to hold back and hug him and cry bitterly.

If Yu Jibao was smart, she hoped he would go to Lianxinju to see her immediately.

If the person in Lianxinju still has a conscience, he should protect him!