The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Zhong Mingwei seemed to be hit by a thunderbolt, his face turned pale suddenly, his hands trembled, and the tea in the cup splashed a few drops, he put down the teacup in a hurry, he tried hard not to lose his composure, After a while of silence, he looked at Gu Changlin, pretending to be calm and said: Maybe it's because I don't like things in the house. To tell you the truth, sir, although there used to be no shortage of women in the backyard of the East Palace, the number of times I went to the backyard these years is also a handful. It can be counted, so... it is understandable that there is no way out.

Then Mingwei, why didn't you like things in the house at that time? Gu Changlin asked again, he stared at Zhong Mingwei's slightly trembling hands, feeling extremely uncomfortable, knowing that what he said was heart-piercing, but he But he couldn't stop, Ming Wei, you are in good health, and you are in the prime of life. Even if you have not met your sweetheart, you are already mature, why don't you like things in the house? Woolen cloth?

Yes, from the age of eighteen to thirty, the best and most impulsive age of a man, he is a normal man with a strong body, why can't he get excited when facing those charming backyard girls all day long? Woolen cloth? How can you survive for more than ten years without a son and a daughter?

Zhong Mingwei was speechless, his whole body began to tremble, at the beginning, he could control it, but now, he couldn't control it anymore, as if suddenly thrown into a hole in the ice, he trembled from head to toe Cold to the bone.

Ming Wei, maybe I made a mistake. Gu Changlin couldn't bear to see him like this. He reached out and patted Zhong Mingwei's hand, and wanted to comfort Zhong Mingwei again, but he couldn't say it. Said, Your pulse, I found it strange from the beginning, but I just couldn't tell what was so strange. This time when I went back to Yanshe, I dug out all the medical practice files that had been preserved for decades, and it turned out to be 20. Years ago, I encountered a vein that was exactly like yours.

Is...is it caused by poisoning? Zhong Mingwei gritted his teeth and asked.

When he was in the capital, he was never interested in the affairs of the room, and he was even unwilling to look at the woman with the screwdriver. But when he came to Ninggu Pagoda and faced Meiya, he seemed like a normal person who fell in love. Like a man, he is crazily obsessed with her, not only her tenderness and kindness, but also her body. He has never been so crazy and hot. He wants to marry her so much, blend into one body, and even more longs to have a life with her. raise children.

Even he himself can clearly feel the changes in himself. He once thought about why Zhong Mingwei in the capital is so different from Zhong Mingwei in Ningguta. He couldn't figure it out before, but now, he just now Suddenly realized.

Yes, Gu Changlin nodded, Huanqingsan, a secret medicine from the Western Regions, is colorless and odorless, soluble in water, can suppress lust after taking it, long-term use will...

At this point, Gu Changlin couldn't continue. He looked at Zhong Mingwei with a pale face, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

What will happen? Zhong Mingwei asked tremblingly.

It will damage the foundation, and if it is serious, it will be difficult to have an heir for life, Gu Changlin said in a deep voice. He really didn't want to say this, but he couldn't help but say that, looking at the balls of colorful silk threads in the sewing basket, he was really uncomfortable It was so extreme that he couldn't bear to look at it, turned his head, and said in a deep voice, It's okay to take this medicine for a short period of time, but if you take it for a long time, it looks like nothing to people, but the foundation has already collapsed, and it will be like a remedy in the future. , is harder than ascending to the sky.

Zhong Mingwei stared straight at the basket of silk threads, his face was covered with sweat, he seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and suddenly grabbed Gu Changlin's hand, as if grasping the life-saving hand. Like straw, he asked anxiously: Sir, you just said that you have cured someone with the same veins as me for twenty years. Then what happened afterwards? Has that person recovered? How is he doing now?

I couldn't cure him, Gu Changlin felt helpless and guilty at the face of such an anxious Keke. The secret medicine, it is said that it was prepared by a noble concubine hundreds of years ago, and it was used to fight for favor in the harem. I haven’t heard of this medicine for decades.” At this point, Gu Changlin sighed again, “I didn’t expect Da Zhou to have this medicine, but I don’t know who used it on you so viciously.