The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Yeah, girl is cooking in the kitchen, Gu Changlin pulled his lips, You haven't had a solid meal for several days, girl is very anxious, you have to open your appetite tonight, don't let girl Worry no more.

Yes, I will eat well, Zhong Mingwei nodded, staring blankly at a small piece of pink patch on the quilt, stretched out his hand to gently stroke the patch, and murmured, Eat a meal, you will lose a little. Paused...

Hearing what he said, Gu Changlin felt very uncomfortable. He didn't know how to say it for a while, so he poured two cups of tea and brought them over, and handed a cup to Zhong Mingwei, while holding a cup in his hand.

Ming Wei, maybe things will turn around, don't be too discouraged. After a pause, Gu Changlin spoke.

What? Sir, you... what do you mean? The next second, Zhong Mingwei suddenly raised his head and looked at Gu Changlin nervously. He threw the teacup aside, leaned forward, and grabbed Gu Changlin's wrist. , I couldn't say anything excited, Sir, you... what do you mean by that?

Ming Wei, listen to me, Gu Changlin also put down the teacup in his hand, patted Zhong Mingwei's hand, and said earnestly, Everything naturally has its source, and naturally the poison you are suffering from also has its source. If you can find out If you know the source, maybe you can get the antidote?

What Gu Changlin said is right, the poisoner might have the antidote in his hand.

Zhong Mingwei naturally knew this truth, but his expression suddenly sank, and he looked at Gu Changlin with a wry smile: Sir, then who do you think poisoned me?

Gu Changlin was startled, looking at Zhong Mingwei's despairing eyes, unable to speak for a while.

That's right, after so many years, even the capital of the Supreme Hospital dare not talk too much, who else could have poisoned him?

Father, why does he hate me so much? Zhong Mingwei murmured, staring at the hole in the window, his whole body became a little dazed, Even if the mother dies because of me, even if the Xu family has a big root Shen, he really can't tolerate it, but I'm his son after all, why does he hate me so much? He can't wait for me to cut off my descendants, am I really... really that hateful? Is it so unforgivable?

Ming Wei, don't think nonsense, Gu Changlin looked at Zhong Mingwei's expression, and hurriedly stepped forward to pat Zhong Mingwei's hand. He somewhat regretted that he came here rashly to say such nonsense. He originally wanted to take advantage of the Queen Mother's influence After thoroughly investigating the details of the person who poisoned him, I didn't expect Zhong Mingwei to be so sad. Gu Changlin was really sorry, Mingwei, it's all over, it's all over, don't think about it...

I can't make it through, how can I make it through? Zhong Mingwei shook his head, staring indifferently and condensedly at the increasingly dimmer maroon light, his hands on the quilt gradually clenched into fists, In this life, all make life difficult for.

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Other village inn.

It's so late, shouldn't you go back? Xiao An looked at Pang Yi while lighting the candle, but she didn't hear from Pang Yi for a long time. She sat beside Pang Yi and held Pang Yi's hand, Cautiously asked, Did something happen to Your Highness?

Pang Yi has been coming to the inn in other villages every day recently, and he doesn't say much. He just sits for a long time with a sullen face, and will not leave until the sun is setting. What's on her mind, she has a sad face all day long, but she doesn't want to confide a word to Xiao An, so Xiao An is naturally very worried.

Pang Yi didn't speak, but still sat motionless on the armchair, staring at the potted plum tree in front of him without blinking. At this time, the weather was getting warmer, and the plum blossoms had all fallen, and gradually sprouted green plums. The branches and leaves are full of vitality, but they are not as ugly as the peach blossoms in the past.

What's the matter? The more Pang Yi was like this, the more anxious Xiao An became, and pushed Pang Yi's arm with his hand, Are you saying something? It used to be just a wooden stake, but now it's all right, it's even more difficult opened.

Pang Yi turned his head, met Xiao An's worried eyes, and immediately turned back, but before he could turn back, Xiao An held his face and forced him to turn back again.

What are you doing? Pang Yi was uncomfortable being stared at by Xiao An's, and he stretched out his hand to break Xiao An's hand, while whispering, Don't make trouble, I'm worried.