The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

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Fang Chengyin stared roundly, staring straight at the big hand that was holding her wrist in a sudden. After a while, she couldn't speak the mouth. She stared at the big hand and stared at the man. Frowning frowns because of discomfort.

"You ... you let go!" Fang Chengyin whispered to Kong Wenjie while she was struggling. She knew that Kong Wenjie should be ill, so she made such a move, and she would not blame Kong Wenjie. But how can it be good if it is seen by others? The lonely man and the widow live in the same room, so she pulls and pulls. She just has a mouth to say.

"Don't, don't go," hoarse pleading came out of the dry, gray mouth, and Kong Wenjie gripped Fang Chengyin more tightly, "Girl, don't go, you, don't leave me ..."

"Don't do this!" Fang Chengyin's face was flushed, and she was crying when she was anxious, but she couldn't break the man's hand anyway. He was so strong that Fang Chengyin heard something coming from outside. It should be that the maidservant came with Langzhong, she was so panic, she bit her lip, she seemed to be making some determination, she bent down suddenly, on the sturdy wrist that imprisoned herself, Take a bite.

At about the same time, the big hand finally let go of her.

Fang Chengyin let out a long sigh of relief, took the veil panicly and wrapped it around the outwardly oozing **** wrist, and was busy getting up from the ground.

"Miss! Miss!" The maidservant lifted the curtain breathlessly and reported to Fang Chengyin. "The big hole guard went out and said it would be too late to come back. I'll invite Langzhong first."

"Oh ... hurry! Please ask Langzhong to come in." Fang Chengyin said busy, while pursing his lips, the slight **** smell in her mouth made her uncomfortable, and a pair of beautiful eyes went up and down Kong Wenjie's wrist from time to time. Fortunately, fortunately, Kong Wenjie's sleeves are wide. At this time, the entire hand is covered tightly, shouldn't it be discovered?

"Oh," the maidservant was so busy that Langzhong came in, looking at the scene on the ground, couldn't help but slammed, and then looked at Fang Chengyin, "Miss, did you cover the small hole guard?"

"I can't do it if I want to drag him into the room? I can't bear him being so frozen, so I can only get him a quilt and barely cover it," Fang Chengyin touched his nose contemptuously, and said, "Yes. Langzhong is here, let's go back first. "

"Miss, would you like to point Xiao Xiao to come and take care of the guard of the small hole?" The maidservant chased and asked, "The guard of the big hole is busy in and out all day long. I'm afraid there is no effort to take care of the guard of the small hole."

"Come on, you go to the housekeeper and point to a reliable little servant who comes to serve the guard of the hole." Fang Chengyin nodded, then glanced at Kong Wenjie, who was sleepy, and then turned and went out.

...

Jiasheng thirty-three years March 29

Ninggu Tower.

Seeing that it was Qingming, Gu Changlin wanted to go back to Yanshe's hometown to worship his ancestors. Zhong Mingwei sent Pang Yi to follow him back.

Before leaving, Gu Changlin prepared all the medicines to be used in the past few days, and gave Zhong Mingwei another pulse.

"Your pulse ..." Gu Changyuan's fingers gently rested on Zhong Mingwei's wrist, his expression a little dignified and a little puzzling, "I always feel that your pulse is a bit wrong, but I don't know What's wrong. "

Since Gu Changlin saw Zhong Mingwei on the first side, he felt that Zhong Mingwei's pulse was awkward, but after more than three months, he still couldn't find out why, and he did not give Zhong Mingwei a pulse on weekdays. But always get nothing.

"It may have been paralyzed in bed for too long, right?" Zhong Mingwei said, withdrawing his hand, while putting down his sleeves, and Gu Changlin said, "I was almost bedridden all year last year, that is, after the Chongyang, Reluctantly walked down, but after New Year's Eve, he was seriously injured, and now he has been in bed for more than three months. I am afraid that the pulse has changed. "

"It's possible," Gu Changlin nodded, sipped his tea, and paused and said, "But I always feel like you have seen you like this before, but I just can't remember it at all, just this time I went back to Yanshe and looked up the files that have been saved over the years, maybe I could find them. "

"Thank you so much." Zhong Mingwei stood up and struck Gu Changlin deeply.