The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 356: I’m fine

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Zhong Mingwei had been staring nervously at his knees. At this time, after hearing what Gu Changlin said, he turned to look at A Chou. He saw A Chou biting his lips. His face was extremely pale. Zhong Mingwei was a little bit nervous. He said distressedly: "Turn your face away and don't look at it."

Meiya nodded, turned her face obediently, and then the next thing happened, she felt her hand suddenly being tightly held by Zhong Mingwei. She turned around again in a hurry, and then looked at Gu Changlin from his knees. After tearing off the layers of gauze, along with the pus, blood and even white flesh inside, Meiya's eyes suddenly became wet. She turned away in a hurry, wiped the corners of her eyes, and then Turning around, he held Zhong Mingwei's hand with one hand and hugged Zhong Mingwei's shoulder with the other. He leaned into Zhong Mingwei's ear and sang softly: "Knee hurts, look for Lao Xiong. Lao Xiong is not at home, look for Sanscar, Sanscar is sharpening his knife at home. , the child was so scared, does it still hurt? It doesn’t hurt..."

Although his knees hurt terribly, Zhong Mingwei was still amused by Meiya. He turned his head to look at Meiya and smiled softly: "Three Scars only care about stomach pain, so how can they have time to care about knee pain... …Hiss…”

"Who said it doesn't matter? The three-scar man has great powers," Meiya coaxed Zhong Mingwei in a low voice. She obviously wanted to distract Zhong Mingwei from his idea, but looking at the thin beads of sweat oozing out of Zhong Mingwei's forehead, she felt really She was so distressed that she 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, you go and give it to me again... hiss..." Seeing the knife in Gu Changlin's hand cutting off a piece of pus, blood and skin, Zhong Mingwei couldn't help but take a breath. When he spoke again, his voice was trembling a little, "Go and find me Sanshou again?"

"Oh, then I'll go look for him again," Meiya responded hurriedly. While holding the man's hand tightly, she sang softly in the man's ear, "Knees hurt, look for Lao Xiong." . Old Xiong was not at home, so he was looking for Sanscar. Sanscar was sharpening the knife at home. He was so scared that the child was fine. Does it still hurt? It doesn’t hurt..."

"Three Scars really works." Zhong Mingwei reluctantly curled his lips and smiled at Meiya.

Meiya looked at the **** knee and the scissors and knives that were busy on it, and her whole body trembled. She swallowed hard, held back her tears, and whispered to Zhong Mingwei Said: "Mingwei, let's drink Ma Fei San first. I heard that it won't hurt so much after drinking it..."

"What are you drinking Ma Fei San? Why can't you even resist this pain at such a young age?" Before Zhong Mingwei could speak, Gu Changlin suddenly spoke. His tone was not good, and he did not raise his head to look at Meiya. He was still cutting away the pus and blood piece by piece without stopping, and continued to scold Meiya, "The pain was worse than it is now in the past few days, and he endured it well. Now that you are back, he can endure it." He couldn't hold it anymore, and you kept asking him to drink Ma Fei San. Is that stuff easy to drink? You're not afraid of hurting his brain!"

"But... this obviously hurts," Meiya couldn't quite understand Gu Changlin. Gu Changlin, who usually always had a playful smile, suddenly looked up, as if he had changed. Meiya couldn't bear it. I became disgusted with his inhumanity, "This is digging for flesh, cutting flesh from the body!"

"Then how did he carry it over before?" After cleaning the pus, blood and necrotic flesh on his knees, Gu Changlin put down the scissors and knife in his hands, and faced Meiya with a face covered with sweat, coldly He held his lips together coldly and said, "If he was really as noble as you said, how could he have survived the torture in the Zongren Mansion? How could he drag his half-dead body from the capital to Ninggu Pagoda? How could he survive Ninggu Pagoda? The cold winter in the ancient pagoda? If he was really as weak and careless as you said, he would probably have died in the clan mansion long ago. How could he survive until now and wait for me to treat him?"

Meiya was choked by Gu Changlin's words. She knew what Gu Changlin said was very reasonable, but she couldn't help but think in her heart, doesn't Zhong Mingwei have the power to be weak? Does it mean that no matter how painful or difficult it is, you have to carry it on your own? He is not an iron man, let alone a **** or Buddha, so why should you ask him like this? He is just the most ordinary man. He is no longer the noble prince of the East Palace, so he can remain mediocre and weak.

Meiya wanted to talk back, but Zhong Mingwei pinched her hand, held her lips and whispered: "I'm fine."