The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 577: It’s okay, I’m here
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"You mean, are they going to force King Pingxi to rebel? Will they be holding the emperor hostage to order the princes in the future?!" Xiao An's eyes widened at once, "But... how are they going to force King Pingxi? King Pingxi has been able to guard the northwest for decades, but he is not a drunkard. How can he be easily manipulated by them?"
"But what if they kill the culprit of the 20-year-old case and then hold high the banner of King Pingxi?" Pang Yi said solemnly, "At that time, what do you think King Pingxi will be in? Faced with someone who is already suspicious and suspicious Long Live Lord, how can he prove his innocence? Did King Pingxi have the intention to fight for power back then? Lord Long Live has not single-handedly created the major case of the 20th year, and all the ministers who have dealings with King Pingxi have not been killed and exiled Exile?"
Xiao An was immediately speechless: "This... this is too sinister!"
"This is just my guess," Pang Yi sighed, looking at the setting sun, and said in a deep voice, "I hope it won't come to this."
Xiao An also stared silently at the **** setting sun, silently reaching out and holding Pang Yi's hand.
Yeah, don’t come to this point. Whether it’s Zhong Mingwei and Meiya, or she and Pang Yi, they finally live a peaceful life. Don’t let anything happen again. She really is. Nothing can happen.
"It's okay, I'm here." Seemingly feeling Xiao An's nervousness and fear, Pang Yi held her hand with his backhand and leaned forward to kiss Xiao An's forehead.
In normal times, Xiao An would have scolded Pang Yi severely, even though he was still outside. But this time, Xiao An didn’t react at all, and allowed Pang Yi to hold her like this. Pang Yi kissed herself, and she was silent for a while, then looked up at Pang Yi: "Pang Yi, let's go up the mountain to burn incense tomorrow, okay?"
"Okay, I'll do whatever you want." Pang Yi was startled and then agreed.
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The seventh day of June in the thirty-third year of Jiasheng.
Changbai Mountain.
Since Kong Wenmin got the news that Fang Chengyin was injured, he rushed to Changbai Mountain day and night. In fact, he didn’t need to go there in person. Fang Zuotang just sent a few guards and servants to pick him up. After all, Kong Wenmin was not ordinary. The bodyguard, and now Fang Zuotang's right-hand man, Fang Zuotang would not let him leave Ninggu Pagoda easily. However, Kong Wenmin insisted again and again, saying that his younger brother failed to do his job well, and he, as the elder brother, must go there in person to make up for everything. First, Fang Zuotang knew that his character was true to his word, so he didn't stop him anymore and told him to go early and come back early. In fact, Kong Wenmin went there in person, which made Fang Zuotang feel more at ease.
When Kong Wenmin arrived at this small shabby inn early that morning, Kong Wenjie was coaxing Fang Chengyin to eat.
"Just drink a little," Kong Wenjie squatted in front of the bed, he really wanted to say it, "I borrowed the inn stove to cook pork bone soup until you got tired of it and skimmed off all the oil. You Just drink a little?"
Fang Chengyin twisted her head inward and was getting bored to death after listening to Kong Wenjie's ramblings for so long. The wound on her back hurt so much, especially when she turned over in a daze when she went to bed last night, as if The clothes and the wound were stuck together. Let alone moving now, she was grinning in pain even when she was gasping for air. How could she think about drinking Laoshizi's pork bone soup? Now she just wished she could bite off a few pieces of meat from Kong Wenjie's body!
Kong Wenjie talked kindly for a long time, but Fang Chengyin didn't talk to him. He felt disappointed and guilty. But seeing that the pork bone soup was about to go cold, he was really worried, so he put the pig The bone soup was placed on the table. He walked to the bed and leaned in to see if Fang Chengyin was asleep. It didn't matter. He just saw Fang Chengyin biting the floral pillow. A large area of the pillow was wet, and I don't know whether it was wet from saliva or tears.
"Does the wound hurt?" Kong Wenjie immediately panicked and couldn't care about anything else. He immediately opened the quilt on Fang Chengyin and saw the bright red on the pure white silk top. , Kong Wenjie was startled for a moment, and then he moved his eyes away, looking at the girl's exposed sweaty neck. Kong Wenjie was so busy that he turned his head away again, and his temples were beating "thumping". Not daring to look at Fang Chengyin anymore, she immediately raised her feet and walked out, "I'll invite a doctor for you right now!"