The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Fang Chengyin's eyes were wide open, she stared straight at the big hand that suddenly grabbed her wrist, she was speechless for a moment, she just stared at the big hand with her tongue open, and then stared at the man His brows were furrowed in pain.

You...you let go! Fang Chengyin whispered to Kong Wenjie while struggling. She knew that Kong Wenjie must be sick and confused, so she made such a move. Naturally, she would not blame Kong Wenjie. But what if someone else saw it? This lonely man and widow are living in the same room and still gossip like this, even if she has a mouth, she can't speak lightly.

Don't, don't go, Qinghui begged hoarsely from his parched mouth, Kong Wenjie held Fang Chengyin even tighter, Girl, don't go, you, don't leave me...

Don't do this! Fang Chengyin's face flushed red, she was about to cry, but she couldn't break away from the man's hand no matter what, he was so strong that Fang Chengyin could even hear the movement coming from outside , it should be the little maid who came with the doctor, she was so flustered, she bit her lip, as if she was making up her mind, suddenly she bent down, on the thick wrist that locked her tightly, Take a bite hard.

Almost at the same time, that big hand finally let go of her.

Only then did Fang Chengyin let out a long sigh of relief, while hastily taking a handkerchief to wrap around the bloodshot wrist, she hurriedly stood up from the ground.

Miss! Miss! Panting, the little maid opened the curtain, and reported to Fang Chengyin, The guard of Dakong has gone out, and he said he won't be back until after noon. I'll invite the doctor first.

Oh... Hurry up! Please come in the doctor. Fang Chengyin said in a hurry, while pursing her lips, the faint smell of blood in her mouth made her feel uncomfortable, and her wonderful eyes looked up at Kong Wenjie's wrist from time to time Take a look, fortunately Kong Wenjie's sleeves are wide, and his whole hand is covered tightly at this time, so no one should notice it, right?

Oh, the little servant girl was so busy that the doctor came in, and seeing the scene on the ground, she couldn't help but let out a gasp, and then looked at Fang Chengyin, Miss, did you cover Xiao Kong's guard?

Could it be that I have to drag him into the room? I can't bear him being so cold, so I just took out the quilt and barely covered him. Fang Chengyin touched his nose guiltily, and said, Since The doctor is here, let's go back first.

Miss, do you want to point the little servant over to take care of Xiaokong's guard? The little servant girl chased after him and asked, Big Kong's guard is busy going in and out all day, I'm afraid he doesn't have time to take care of Xiaokong's guard.

Sure, go to the housekeeper and point out a reliable boy to serve Xiao Kong's guards. Fang Chengyin nodded and glanced at Kong Wenjie who was still sleeping, then turned around and left the door.

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Jiasheng thirty-three years March twenty-ninth

Ning Guta.

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

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 put his fingers lightly on Zhong Mingwei's wrist, his expression was a little dignified and a little puzzled, I always feel that something is wrong with your pulse, but I don't know What's wrong.

Ever since Gu Changlin met Zhong Mingwei for the first time, he felt that Zhong Mingwei's pulse was strange, but after more than three months, he still couldn't find out why, and he often gave Zhong Mingwei his pulse. But there is always nothing.

Maybe it's because I've been paralyzed on the bed for too long? Zhong Mingwei said, retracting his hand while putting down his sleeves, and said to Gu Changlin, I was bedridden for almost the whole year last year, that is, after Chongyang Festival, I was able to sleep. I forced myself to come down for a walk, but after New Year's Eve, I was seriously injured again, and I have been bedridden for more than three months now, so I am afraid that my pulse has changed because of it.

It's possible, Gu Changlin nodded, took a sip of his tea, and then said after a pause, But I always feel like I've seen your veins somewhere before, but I just can't remember it for a while, just this time I'll go back to Yanshe and check the files saved over the years, maybe I can find it.

Thank you so much sir. Zhong Mingwei stood up and gave Gu Changlin a deep bow with great effort.