The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 415: Don’t do this

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Fang Chengyin's eyes widened, staring straight at the big hand that suddenly held her wrist. For a moment, she was speechless. She just stared at the big hand with her mouth open, and then Staring at the man's frown that was frowning in discomfort.

"You... let go!" Fang Chengyin whispered to Kong Wenjie while struggling. She knew that Kong Wenjie was probably sick and confused, so she did such a thing. Naturally, she would not blame Kong Wenjie. Wen Jie, but what if someone else sees it? A man and a woman living alone in the same room are still so flirting with each other, even if she has a mouth to talk about, she can't take it lightly.

"Don't, don't go," Qing Hui's dry mouth spat out a hoarse plea. Kong Wenjie held Fang Chengyin tighter, "Girl, don't go, you, don't leave me..."

"Don't be like this!" Fang Chengyin's face turned red and she was about to cry because of the anxiety, but she couldn't break away from the man's hand. He was so strong that Fang Chengyin heard something moving outside. What came was that the maidservant must have arrived with the doctor. She was so flustered that she bit her lip, as if she was making up her mind. Suddenly, she leaned over and locked her thick **** tightly there. A hard bite on the wrist.

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

Fang Chengyin let out a long sigh of relief. He hurriedly took out the handkerchief and wrapped it around the blood-seeking wrist, and stood up from the ground in a hurry.

"Miss! Miss!" The little maid opened the curtain panting and reported to Fang Chengyin, "Guard Da Kong went out and said he would not be back until after noon. I invited the doctor here first."

"Oh... Hurry! Invite the doctor in quickly." Fang Chengyin said hurriedly, while pursed her lips. The faint smell of blood in her mouth made her feel uncomfortable all over, and her wonderful eyes looked at Kong Wenjie from time to time. He reached up to take aim at his wrist. Fortunately, Kong Wenjie's sleeves were wide. At this time, his whole hand was tightly covered, so he shouldn't be discovered, right?

"Oh," the little maid was so busy that she let the doctor in. Looking at the scene on the ground, she couldn't help but let out a sigh, and then looked at Fang Chengyin, "Miss, did you give the bedding to the guard Xiaokong?"

"Is it possible that I have to drag him into the room? I can't bear the cold, so I can only take out the quilt and cover him," Fang Chengyin touched her nose guiltily and said , "Since the doctor is here, let's go back first."

"Miss, would you like to point the young man over to take care of the little Kong guard?" The little maid asked, "The big Kong guard is busy in and out all day long. I'm afraid he won't have time to take care of the little Kong guard."

"Sure, you go find the housekeeper and point out a reliable boy to come and serve the guard Xiao Kong." Fang Chengyin nodded and glanced at Kong Wenjie who was sleeping, then turned and walked out the door.

……

March 29, the 33rd year of Jiasheng

Ninggu Pagoda.

Seeing that Qingming Festival was approaching, Gu Changlin was going back to his hometown in Yanshe to worship his ancestors, so Zhong Mingwei sent Pang Yi to follow him.

Before leaving, Gu Changlin prepared all the medicines he would need in the past few days and took Zhong Mingwei's pulse again.

"Your pulse..." Gu Changyuan gently placed his fingers on Zhong Mingwei's wrist, his expression a bit solemn and a bit puzzling, "I always feel that there is something wrong with your pulse, but it is I don’t know what’s wrong.”

From the first time Gu Changlin met Zhong Mingwei, he felt that there was something fishy about Zhong Mingwei's pulse. However, more than three months have passed and he still can't find out the reason. Zhong Mingwei checked his pulse, but always found nothing.

"Maybe it's because I've been paralyzed in bed for too long?" Zhong Mingwei said, retracting his hand, putting down his sleeves, and said to Gu Changlin, "I was bedridden for almost the entire last year, that is, on the Double Ninth Festival. After that, I could manage to get down and walk around, but as soon as New Year's Eve passed, I was seriously injured again. I have been bedridden for more than three months now. I'm afraid my pulse has also changed because of this."

"It's possible," Gu Changlin nodded, and while taking a sip of tea, he paused and said, "But I always feel that I have seen your pulse before, but I just can't remember it. It just so happens that I will go back to Yanshe this time to check the files saved over the years, maybe I can find it."

"Thank you sir." Zhong Mingwei stood up and gave Gu Changlin a deep bow.