It has been more than a month since I was attacked on the street and poisoned with an arrow.

The remaining poison on my shoulder has been cleared away, and the injury on my leg has almost healed. However, the scar on my shoulder makes me feel uneasy, and I secretly thought that if I wore a sling, the scar would look very bad. However, in ancient times, wearing a sling when going out would probably never happen.

impossible!

Thinking of this, I touched my forehead. I missed the past so much and wanted to go home! It would be so depressing for me to stay in this place without electricity, internet, relatives, or friends! I miss my dad so much and want to eat his food.

braised pork, spicy chicken...

Alas, there is no use in thinking wildly. I looked up and saw a small jade bottle placed next to the bronze mirror. It was the trauma medicine sent by the prince yesterday. It is said to be the secret medicine of the Huns and has miraculous effects on treating scars. I lightly

Gently unscrew the bottle cork, and a light aroma will hit your nostrils.

Although the prince doesn't like to talk, he is really a nice person. He always sends people to bring medicine and supplements, and expresses his gratitude and concern to me for saving him by shielding him from poisonous arrows that day. Of course, only I know that I shielded him with my body.

The arrow was not voluntary, it was all coincidence.

Facing the bronze mirror, she raised her hand to open the collar and gently pulled down the clothes on her shoulders. At this time, a half-naked beauty in ancient costume appeared in the mirror. Although she was confident in her appearance and had many suitors in the past, her appearance in this ancient costume was really impressive.

I'm surprised.

But as the pink robe slipped off, the scars that had just fallen off and scabbed were gradually revealed, which stood out against the white and smooth skin, as if there was a patch on a newly purchased leather bag.

I had no choice but to place my hope in this holy medicine from thousands of years ago! I applied the ointment on my shoulder, but the scar was slightly lower and could not be completely rubbed. I stretched my arms as hard as I could, but no matter how much I stretched, I still couldn't rub it.

I sighed in my heart. If only I had practiced yoga before, the softness of my body would definitely help me scratch the scars. For now, I can only give up and wait for the maid to help.

At this time, a slender and clean finger touched my scar, causing my shoulders to tremble slightly. I raised my head and looked at the owner of the finger, who turned out to be the prince.

Seeing his eyes staring at my shoulders, I quickly pulled up my clothes. Although he was only thirteen years old, I didn't know until I moved into the Prince's Mansion that there were differences between men and women, let alone in ancient times more than 2,000 years ago. But not yet.

When I closed my clothes, I heard the prince say, "I'll come."

Then, the clothes that were half pulled up were torn open by him again. I shook my shoulders slightly to dodge, but he had gently grabbed my shoulders with his left hand. At the same time, the index finger of his right hand, which had been stained with medicine, touched my shoulder, and the warm fingertips touched the scar.

Gently massage everywhere.

I wanted to shake my shoulders several times to dodge, but I finally held back. Seeing his good intentions, I couldn't bear to let him down. Think about it, in modern times, it would be normal to wear a sling to expose your shoulders, not to mention that the person helping to apply the medicine was only thirteen years old.

The faint scent of grass and trees lingering on my nose, it smelled very good. His fingertips rubbed my shoulders round and round, and some vague memories flashed in my mind. On the day I was hit by the arrow, it seemed that these were the same hands.

He is wiping his own sweat and encircling me in his arms.

Because of his sudden approach, his handsome face suddenly magnified in front of my eyes. At this time, my heartbeat made a series of strong sounds, "dong, dong, dong", which shocked me.

"alright."

Just when I was annoyed by this heartbeat for no reason, he had put down his hand and straightened up. When he spoke just now, the hot breath from his mouth sprayed on my shoulders, causing ripples in my heart. My face was slightly warm, and I was a little embarrassed to look at him.

Hey, why are you so promising? Don't be shy to a thirteen-year-old boy. There was a voice in my heart laughing at myself loudly.
Chapter completed!