The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

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Zhong Mingwei had been staring nervously at his knees. At this time, listening to Gu Changlin's words, he turned to look at Ahou. He looked at Achu and bit his lip, and his face was so pale that Zhong Mingwei was a bit distressed. "Turn your face over, don't look."

Meiya nodded, twisted her face obediently, and then the next wonderful, feeling that her hand was suddenly held by Zhong Mingwei, she was too busy to turn her face, and then looked at Gu Changlin Shengsheng from the knee The layer of gauze was torn off, even with the pus blood inside, and even the white raw meat, Meiya's eyes were wet suddenly, she was too busy to twist her face, wiped the corners of her eyes, and then turned around, 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 gently: "The knee hurts, find the old bear. The old bear is not at home, looking for three scars, three scars at home sharpen the knife, scared The child is good, does it hurt? Does it hurt ... "

Rao had a painful knee pain, but Zhong Mingwei was still amused by Meiya. He turned his head to see Meiya, and he smiled lowly: "The other three scars only hurt the stomach, where is the Kung Fu tube? ... "

"Who said no matter, people have three scars and magical powers," Meiya coaxed Zhong Mingwei whisperingly, obviously wanting to disperse Zhong Mingwei's idea, but looking at the fine and dense sweat beads exuding Zhong Mingwei's forehead, she was really distressed. She didn't have time to find the veil. She wiped the man's forehead directly with her sleeve and asked in a small voice, "Does it still hurt?"

"Otherwise, you go and give me ... hiss ..." Watching the knife in Gu Changlin's hand to cut off a piece of pus and blood with a belt, Zhong Mingwei couldn't help but inhale his breath and start talking again Then the voice shuddered a little, "Go and find me another three scars?"

"Oh, then I'll go find him again," Mi Ya was so busy that while holding the man's hand tightly, he sang in the man's ear, "Knee hurts, find old bear. Old bear. If you are not at home, look for three scars. Three scars sharpen the knife at home, scaring the child well, does it hurt? Does it hurt? "

"Three scars really work." Zhong Mingwei grudgingly grinned at Meiya.

Meiya looked at the **** knee, at the busy and non-stop scissors and the knife above her, and her body was all trembling. She swallowed hard, holding her tears, and whispered to Zhong Mingwei: " Ming Wei, let ’s drink Ma Fei San in the future. I ’ve heard that it wo n’t hurt so much ... "

"What kind of drink does it boil away? At a young age, why can't you even resist this pain?" Zhong Mingwei didn't speak yet, but Gu Changlin spoke abruptly. He didn't speak well, and he didn't look up at Meiya. Pieces of pus blood were cut piece by piece, and his mouth kept on. He continued to count the beauty buds, "The pain a few days ago is more painful than it is now. He has been able to hold back well. Once you come back, he ca n’t help it. , You still want to drink him Ma Fan San, can you drink it easily? You are not afraid to hurt his brain! "

"But ... this is obviously very painful," Mi Ya doesn't understand Gu Changlin very much. Gu Changlin, who is always a hippie smiley on weekdays, suddenly looks up on the floor, like a change, Mi Ya can't help but hate it. He was impersonal, "This is digging meat, cutting meat from the body!"

"So how did he carry it before?" After cleaning up the blood and necrosis on his knees, Gu Changlin put down the scissors and the knife in his hand, and the sweaty face was coldly held against Mei Bu. He shook his lips, "He wants to be as expensive as you said. How did he survive the torture of the Clan House? How did he drag the half-dead body from the capital to the Ninggu Tower? How did he survive the Ninggu Tower? Cold winter? He wants to tell you so weakly and casually, afraid that he would have died in the clan's palace long ago, and where can he live to the present and wait for me to heal him? "

Meiya was choked by Gu Changlin's words. She knew that Gu Changlin said something very reasonable, but she couldn't help thinking, didn't Zhong Mingwei have no weak power? Do you have to carry it by yourself if it hurts? He is not an iron man, let alone a **** and Buddha. Why should he be so demanded? He is a most ordinary man. He has not been a prince of the East Palace for a long time, so he can be mediocre and weak.

Meiya wanted to return her mouth, but Zhong Mingwei squeezed her hand. While holding her lips, she whispered, "I'm fine."