The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Zhong Mingwei has been staring at his knees nervously. Hearing what Gu Changlin said, he turned to look at Ah Chou, and saw that A Chou was biting his lip. His face was too pale. Zhong Mingwei said with a bit of distress: Turn your face away, don't look.

Meiya nodded, turned her face obediently, and then made a move, feeling that her hand was suddenly held tightly by Zhong Mingwei, she turned her face away in a hurry, and then watched Gu Changlin take those few hands from his knee The layer of gauze was torn off, and with the pus and blood inside, and even white raw flesh, Meiya's eyes suddenly became wet, she turned her face away in a hurry, wiped the corners of her eyes, and then turned around again, Holding Zhong Mingwei's hand in one hand and embracing Zhong Mingwei's shoulder in the other, he leaned into Zhong Mingwei's ear and chanted softly: Knee hurts, find Lao Xiong. Lao Xiong is not at home, find San Ba. The child is fine, does it still hurt? It doesn't hurt...

Rao's knee hurt so badly, but Zhong Mingwei was still amused by Meiya, he turned his head to look at Meiya, and smiled lowly: San Scar only cares about stomach pain, how can he care about knee pain... Hiss ...

Who says it doesn't matter, San Scar has great powers, Meiya coaxed Zhong Mingwei in a low voice, obviously trying to distract Zhong Mingwei from his mind, but seeing the fine beads of sweat oozing from Zhong Mingwei's forehead, she was really distressed to death , didn't have time to find a handkerchief, so she wiped the man's forehead with her sleeve, and asked in a low voice, Does it still hurt?

Otherwise, girl, go and give it to me... Hiss... Seeing that the knife in Gu Changlin's hand cut off a piece of pus, blood and flesh, Zhong Mingwei couldn't help but gasped, and spoke again. Then the voice trembled a little, Go and find San Scar for me again?

Oh, then I'll look for him again, Meiya responded in a hurry, while holding the man's hand tightly, she whispered in the man's ear, Knee hurts, look for Old Xiong. Old Xiong Not at home, looking for San Ba, San Ba ​​is sharpening the knife at home, scaring the child so well, does it still hurt? It doesn’t hurt...

Three scars really work. Zhong Mingwei forced his lips together and smiled at Meiya.

Meiya looked at the bloody knee, and at the scissors and knives busy on it, her whole body trembled. She swallowed her saliva vigorously, held back her tears, and whispered to Zhong Mingwei: Ming Wei, let's drink Mafeisan first, I heard it won't hurt so much...

What kind of Mafeisan to drink? Why can't you even resist the pain at such a young age? Zhong Mingwei hadn't spoken yet, but Gu Changlin spoke suddenly. Pieces of pus and blood were cut, and he continued to scold Meiya, The pain was worse a few days ago than now, and he held it back. Now that you're back, he can't take it anymore. , you still keep saying that you want to give him Mafeisan, is that something easy to drink? You are not afraid of hurting his brain!

But... this obviously hurts a lot, Meiya couldn't understand Gu Changlin. Gu Changlin, who always had a playful smile on weekdays, suddenly turned his face up, as if he had changed. Meiya couldn't help feeling disgusted. Seeing his inhumanity, This is digging the meat, cutting the flesh from the body!

Then how did he carry it in the past? After cleaning up the pus and blood and dead flesh on his knee, Gu Changlin put down the scissors and knife in his hand, faced Meiya with his sweaty face, and held her hand coldly. Pulling his lips, If he is as precious as you said, how can he survive the torture of the clan mansion? How can he drag his half-dead body from the capital to Ninggu Pagoda? How can he survive Ninggu Pagoda? Cold winter? If he was really as weak and careless as he said to you, he would have died in the clan's mansion long ago, so how could he have survived until now, waiting for me to heal him?

Meiya was choked by Gu Changlin's words, she knew that what Gu Changlin said was very reasonable, but she couldn't help thinking in her heart, doesn't Zhong Mingwei have the power to be weak? Do you have to bear all the pain and hardships by yourself? He is not an iron man, let alone a god or Buddha, why should he be asked to do this? He is just the most ordinary man, he is no longer the noble prince of the Eastern Palace, so he can be mediocre and weak.

Meiya wanted to retaliate, but Zhong Mingwei pinched her hand, and while holding her lips, whispered: I'm fine.