The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 181 Indecent
She didn't know if other men did this, or if Wei Zhao was going too far.

After all, the girl had never seen anything like this before.

But one thing is certain.

He is not impotent!
It wasn't completely rotten!

It just looks scary.

She abruptly turned around, her face belatedly burning. She looked down at the ground, helplessly picking at her fingertips.

A faint, mocking laugh seemed to come from behind.

No need to guess, I know who it is!
Really.

For the first time, Yu Tingwan felt like a joke.

She's been trying to comfort Wei Zhao all this time, afraid he might do something rash!

No wonder Wei Zhao's reaction was always so strange!
Wei Zhao went to bed, and Elder Ge took his pulse first.

Old Ge examined his tongue again, his expression grave: "If the general really can't hold on any longer, he must tell me."

Wei Zhao ignored him.

Old Master Ge had Shunzi bring over the brewed ginseng tea and feed it to Wei Zhao: "This time the acupoints have been significantly altered, and the pain is exceptionally intense. If you can't bear it, I'll stuff some cotton cloth into your mouth to prevent you from biting your tongue later."

Wei Zhao didn't say anything, but glanced at the girl's stiff back out of the corner of his eye.

It turns out there was still a reaction.

If Yu Tingwan's expression remained unchanged, her heart would be as hard as a clam, impossible to pry open.

How could she understand if she didn't pry open her heart? Husband is not just a simple title; he is the person who will share all the intimate things in the world with her.

Acupuncture is an extremely demanding procedure.

Not daring to be distracted, Old Ge heated the silver needles soaked in strong liquor over the flame of the burning candle.

Different acupoints require different acupuncture methods.

Some are heated until they're red-hot before being inserted directly into acupoints. Very deeply.

Some, however, require several places to be slowly refined.

Wei Zhao is a person with excellent patience.

But in less than half an incense stick's time, he was already drenched in sweat, with veins bulging on his forehead.

Every needle must be inserted correctly; even the slightest mistake can lead to disastrous consequences. If a needle is inserted into a different acupoint, the entire procedure must be restarted.

Wei Zhao has already been offended, and now he has to suffer the consequences again.

But how could his body withstand it?

Therefore, there can be no mistakes whatsoever.

To prevent him from curling up in pain, Old Ge had Shunzi hold down his hands and feet.

Wei Zhao watched listlessly as Ge Lao administered the acupuncture.

Old Ge: "Does it hurt?"

Wei Zhao replied listlessly, his voice nasal.

Old Ge was very irritable: "Don't look!"

"It hurts more and more the more I look at it!"

"Can't you close your eyes?!"

Wei Zhao:? ?

How dare you... teach him how to do things?
Half an hour later, Shunzi asked timidly, "General, are you alright?"

Wei Zhao's voice was broken: "You...come...try...it."

Very well, you still have to annoy people at this time.

But not long after, Yu Tingwan heard a painful groan behind her.

Tired from standing, Yu Tingwan didn't care about her fluctuating emotions and quickly turned around.

During this time, she secretly listened to a lot about the Wei family behind Wei Zhao's back.

The death of General Jingyuan was a major blow to the Duke of Shun's mansion.

Fortunately, the Duke of Shun is capable of shouldering this heavy responsibility.

The Duke of Shun was highly respected in the court, not just for show, but for his accomplishments. Many court officials would always bow and pay their respects in the direction of the Duke of Shun's residence when they mentioned him.

But if Wei Zhao does not achieve anything after his death, how will he support this large family?

Everyone says that the feng shui of the Duke of Shunguo's mansion is good, and that all his descendants are accomplished.

But Yu Tingwan only saw the crisscrossing scars on Wei Zhao's body, all of which were earned from his many years of fighting and dying on the battlefield.

She dared not glance around.

After all, they were frightened.

Even though she knew Wei Zhao would be alright, the girl's heart still skipped a beat when she saw his expression.

His lips were pale and bloodless, his body trembled slightly, his teeth were clenched, his hands were spasming, and his breathing was weak and disordered.

Old Ge is now starting the second round of acupuncture.

For the next injection, one of the previous ones must be taken in sequence.

Seeing that Wei Zhao was not doing well, with drooping eyelids and signs of falling asleep, Elder Ge felt deeply uneasy.

"He can't sleep. Someone needs to talk to him."

If you close your eyes, you might never wake up!

Shunzi thinks he can do it!
"General, do you still remember the last time you single-handedly..."

Wei Zhao didn't want to hear it.

Shunzi: "When I first met you..."

Wei Zhao felt even sleepier. Old Ge snapped, "Shut up!"

"A general reminiscing about the past with a grown man like you?"

Shunzi could only look at Yu Tingwan.

Without interrupting the acupuncture, the girl reached out her handkerchief and wiped his sweat.

She can reminisce about the past!
Her voice was gentle and soft.

"The first time I saw you, I knew we were meant to get married."

This is the truth.

But it was interpreted differently by the general public.

Shunzi wasn't surprised.

After all, the general possessed great charm. Even severely wounded, he still won the young lady's favor.

Old Ge rubbed his aching wrist and stuffed a piece of ginseng into Wei Zhao's mouth.

He had no time to think about anything else.

However, he admired Yu Tingwan quite a bit.

The Wei family was so poor, and the general was barely human at the time; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a pit of fire, yet Yu Tingwan chose to jump in.

It is clear that her feelings for the general transcended life and death.

If General Wu Yu returns to the capital this time, which blind fool would dare to say that Yu Tingwan is not good enough for the Wei family's son?

He sent the man to the underworld with a bottle of poison.

Wei Zhao looked at Yu Tingwan with a deep gaze.

Perhaps the girl didn't even realize that when she lied, her eyes blinked faster than usual.

But this time...

Wei Zhao was somewhat surprised.

What she said was true.

Even his expression wasn't dry or expressionless.

Yu Tingwan had no idea how destructive a simple sentence could be.

She thought of something else: "Every year after the New Year, the village goes fishing. Since we're not here this time, we probably won't get a share."

"But after you recover, I want to go back one more time. The truth of what happened back then has been kept secret for so many years, it's time to settle things."

The girl pursed her lips: "In another month, it will be the anniversary of my parents' death."

“Every year I get some paper money and burn it under the old locust tree at the foot of the mountain.”

As she spoke, Wei Zhao endured the pain, his eyelids drooping, but he listened attentively.

He couldn't bear to die.

He was speechless at this point.

Even if she could speak, she wouldn't dare to retort to Yu Tingwan.

The girl chattered on and on, her voice soft and melodious.

Mr. Ge begins the third round...

Round 4…

When the light dims, the luminous pearl inside the room shines as brightly as day.

The cloisonné enamel incense burner with animal-shaped handles on a rosewood base had its incense burner extinguished at some point, leaving only a faint lingering fragrance.

Old Ge held his breath and administered the last injection.

Wei Zhao was not fully conscious, but he was still alert.

"It's done!"

With tears welling up in his eyes, Old Ge suddenly stood up straight, but his legs, which had been bent over for so long, were already stiff and numb, and he fell directly to the ground.

Even so, he still laughed out loud.

"Go and fetch the warm ginseng tea again for the general to drink."

Shunzi: "Hey!"

Old Ge got up: "I'll go write the prescription and boil the medicine."

Seeing that the two people had left, the area around them became empty.

Yu Tingwan leaned over the edge of the bed to look at Wei Zhao.

She talked from morning till night until her throat became hoarse.

Yu Tingwan wanted to say something.

—I already told you you'd be fine, would I lie to you?

But somehow, it ended up as a sentence.

"When are you going to remove the needle? What you're doing is really indecent."

It's not good to cover him with a blanket.

Wei Zhao was exhausted, but his gaze toward Yu Tingwan was more intense than ever before.

He couldn't make a sound.

Yu Tingwan could recognize the shape of the lips.

"how?"

There's also a somewhat arrogant one.

"It's something you'll need anyway, so I'm just letting you know in advance."