The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

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Pang Yi ignored him and went straight out of the inn. With the sound of "driving", the carriage drove away quickly.

Upstairs rooms.

"Boom boom!"

"Ma'am," shop Xiaoer knocked on the door with the bun, "Ma'am, are you there? There's something here for you!"

"Got it," Xiao An's stood in front of the window, staring blankly at the far-away carriage on the street. He whispered for a long time before turning to the door, pulling the bolt away, frowning and looking outside Dian Xiaoer, "Is there anything?"

"The guest official yesterday, just asked me to come up and give you the buns," Xiao Xiaodian smiled and handed over the buns. "It's warm, please hurry and eat!"

"It's working." Xiao An's took the bun, then closed the door, made it at the table, staring straight at the white bread, only took it for a long time, and took it to his mouth to take a bite. The fresh fragrance was tender and tender. Xiao An's nose was sour. She actually had no appetite, but she still finished eating the buns in her mouth one by one.

...

"Can the lady eat dinner? Just now, Xiao Er said that she brought the dumplings to his wife. Can the lady eat it?"

"Dumplings are greasy. I am afraid that it is difficult for my wife to get in. I'll serve two refreshing dishes for my wife. Madam, what kind of rice do you want? Rice or noodles?"

"I want to eat dumplings, Sanxian stuffing."

"I'm afraid this place can't make up for Sanxian stuffing. Will the lady with tofu vermicelli stuff want to eat it?"

"Tasty?"

"It's delicious, ma'am, and sleep a little longer, I'll go down and prepare."

"Oh, hurry ... hurry back."

"Yes, my subordinates obey."

...

In the quiet room, Xiao An's tears ate and ate a half-pound of steamed buns.

...

Lang Zhong, who was invited by Pang Yi, was the oldest among the most famous hospitals in the small town, who had been practicing medicine for nearly 50 years. They were unwilling to go out for treatment because of the cold weather, not to mention going up the mountain. The doctor's visit fee was kneeled down and knocked on his head again, and Lao Langzhong agreed.

"Lu Langzhong, please inside," Pang Yi landed on Langzhong and got off the carriage, carrying the medicine box for him, while embracing the 70-year-old man. "Come on, be careful."

When Pang Yi came to Langzhong and came in, Zhong Mingwei had heard the movement and sat on the kang to greet Lu Langzhong: "In such a cold day, Mr. Lao ran away."

"It's easy to say," Lu Langzhong nodded and sat on the side of Kang Yan'er. Just now in the medical hall, Pang Yi had roughly described Zhong Mingwei's injury with him. At this time, his pale eyes looked at Zhong Mingwei The high, swollen knees, with their eyebrows twisted sharply, said to themselves, "Why is the cold poison so heavy?"

Zhong Mingwei was too busy to ask: "Sir, can my leg be cured?"

"Wait a minute," Lu Langzhong said in a deep voice. While taking out the silver from the medicine box, he pierced gently into Zhong Mingwei's knee. Zhong Mingwei tightened his eyebrow in abruptly. I looked at the needle, put it in front of my nose, and smelled it. Now my eyebrows are twisted more sharply. "Not very good."

Zhong Mingwei's face was a bit ugly: "Please also speak sirly."

"You are an old injury, the old one has not been repaired, and another new one has been added, and the foundation has been injured," Lu Langzhong sighed and shook his head, while reaching out to pinch the knee of the needle just applied. There was blood flowing from the hole and Huang Nong, and said to Zhong Mingwei, "Look, your knee is full of pus, and it hurts your bones. You can't stand up, I am I can clean it for you, but after a while, it will produce pus again, and it will be more than it is now, and it will be more swollen. It has been down for many years. I am afraid that not only the knees, these half legs have to be scrapped.

Pang Yi was so scared that his face was pale. He knelt in front of Lu Langzhong and pleaded: "Sir, you must hold my grandfather's leg, his leg Nothing can be broken! As long as you can rejuvenate, no matter how much money we have! "

"This is not a matter of money. Ningguta and such a climate have never been a place to support one's body. A good person will come over time, and the body will lose money, not to mention him. Body bones? "Lu Langzhong sighed and shook his head." If his legs are changed elsewhere, the Jinyaoyu soup can be kept anyway, but it can be kept anyway, but if it is in this middle-aged bitter cold Ninggu Tower, I am afraid it will not come out. Five years, it is completely abolished, and this is also impossible. "