Wenluo's head was hit to the side, and her black hair blocked the darkness in her eyes. She swallowed all the blood in her mouth with one swallow.

"Kneel down."

Mrs. Wen's voice was cold. Wen Luo turned back to look at her and slowly knelt on the ground under her cold eyes.

"Didn't I tell you not to get close to Wen Deng? What do you want to do now?" Mrs. Wen sneered: "Put away those little thoughts of yours and remember your identity. You are just a medicine slave. I'm still here."

I don’t want to kill you.”

Wen Luo's pale lips trembled slightly, and even her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

Mrs. Wen glanced at her lightly, then went to the cabinet and took out a soft whip, and whipped her body again and again.

This whip is extremely well made. If it is struck on a person's body, it will make the skin red and swollen, but it will not break the skin. The sound of the whip is flying in the air.

With each thrust, Wen Luo's body would tremble violently in pain. She simply bit her lip to prevent herself from making any sound in pain.

A full thirty whips correspond to the thirty sticks of fine incense.

When Mrs. Wen was tired from beating her, she looked at her with disgust: "You are not the only one. If I destroy you, I can find the second Wen Luo. Don't forget who gave you your good identity, so leave Wen Deng."

Stay away, do you understand?"

Wen Luo trembled and kowtowed to her: "I understand, mother."

"Get out of here and take a bath while you're injured, got it?"

Wen Luo's face was bloodless, and she stood up with difficulty: "I'm going to get out..."

She held on to the doorframe, endured the severe pain, and walked toward her courtyard step by step. The maidservant who had heard of her was picking up flowers and wandering around anxiously at the entrance of the courtyard.

When she saw Wenluo, she hurriedly greeted her. Shihua looked at her bitten red lips, her eyes were slightly red: "Miss, has Madam hit you again?"

With the strength of Shihua, she leaned on her weakly. The little girl Shihua had tears in her eyes. Shen Luo slightly pulled her lips and comforted her: "Shihua, I don't feel any pain."

Shihua wiped her tears with her sleeves, supported Wenluo and entered the house. Wenluo said that she was the eldest lady of the Wen family, but the place she lived in was better than the place where the maid lived. Her house was simple and shabby.

There is nothing of value.

Shihua felt distressed and helped her sit down at the table. Wenluo lay directly on the table. Her eyes were slightly closed and cold sweat broke out on her forehead. Shihua wiped her tears and said, "Madam, why is she so cruel? A few days ago

She beat you because the prince brought you out of the palace, and she beats you again just a few days ago. Does she want to torture you to death?"

As Shihua talked, tears came out again. She went to the ointment in the cabinet. The bottle of ointment was almost empty. She gently applied Wenluo on her red and swollen face.

She choked and muttered: "How cruel Madam is, her face was scratched by her nails. You can't even think about going out to see anyone again during this period."

"Also, miss, even if the prince begs you, don't go see him again. Every time you see him, you will be beaten. Why do you do this? He is satisfied, but you are the one who gets hurt in the end.

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Shihua also didn't understand why she had to go see Wen Deng. She obviously didn't need to be beaten. Every time she was beaten, she would hide and lick her wounds. After she recovered, Wen Deng begged to be with him again.

Shihua felt it was unfair. Wen Deng would never know about the injuries suffered by her young lady, because Wen Luo wouldn't let her know.

Yes, she could remain as indifferent as ever, but six years later, he still hadn't changed. He still treated her with sincerity and sincerity. She was reluctant to extinguish his flame with his young and passionate heart.

Wen Luo's closed eyes were filled with sadness, but she still smiled: "Because he is my younger brother, I can't bear to see him disappointed, and I feel bad that the hope in his eyes has disappeared."

In fact, she knew that Wen Deng hated being restrained. He yearned for freedom rather than the shackles of the Wen family. She could only do her little bit of power to support his undying love.

Shihua simply threw the medicine jar on the table, and her tears fell on the table drop by drop. She said in a thick nasal voice: "You feel sorry for him, who will feel sorry for you? You are really going to make me angry to death!"

As she spoke, she went to unzip her clothes. Her delicate skin was covered with red and swollen whip marks. The old and new ones interlaced looked very scary. Mrs. Wen's beating was very skillful, and Wen Luo's wounds did not ooze blood.

, but it also made her feel the bone-gnawing pain.

Shihua applied medicine to her distressedly: "Look at how long it has taken for a bottle of medicine to be used up again. This is not how you beat a prisoner."

After she finished speaking, the old woman sent someone to bring a big bucket over from outside. The strong smell of medicine came out. The old woman opened the door and looked at Wenluo with disdain.

"Miss, this is the medicinal bath given by the madam. Come and thank me."

Shihua's face turned pale, and she suddenly stood in front of Wenluo: "You...are you willing to torture her to death? Look at what she has become."

The mother-in-law's face immediately darkened: "Do you, a little maid, have the right to speak here? Come on, drag me down and slap me!"

Wen Luo endured the pain and stood in front of Shi Hua. She pulled her lips and said, "Sorry, Aunt Yuan, my maid is not sensible and spoke a little hastily. You go back and thank mother for me. I will take a medicinal bath."

Aunt Yuan then gave up and poured the potion into her bathtub. Aunt Yuan smiled and said, "Miss, please go in. The potion won't be as effective when it gets cold."

"good."

Wenluo walked in and saw her soaking in, so Aunt Yuan took the people away, and she didn't dare to go against her will.

Shihua stomped her feet and chased after her. The dark concoction seemed to be corroding her wounds, slowly fading away bit by bit.

"Miss, they left, can you come out?" Shihua choked, she really couldn't bear to see her young lady in such misery.

She really has never seen any young lady in a poor family. She is not even as good as the cats and dogs on the roadside, because everyone in this house treats her sincerely, and her life is too difficult.

Seeing that she was in so much pain that she could no longer make a sound, Shihua collapsed and stood by the bucket and cried loudly: "They don't feel sorry for you, I feel sorry for you, they don't like you, but Shihua does, miss, I

What should I do to save you?"

Wen Luo is a medicine person. It was destined from the moment she was brought into the Wen Mansion at the age of four, because Wen Deng has been sick since she was born. Mrs. Wen was injured and could no longer conceive. Enguo Gong was also a medicine person.

, the Wen family lineage is about to decline.

Wen Deng became the Wen family's only hope, and his illness must be cured no matter what. Because Wen Deng's bones would hurt whenever he fell ill, he almost died several times when he was a child.
Chapter completed!