The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

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Pang Yi's heart was cold for a while. He knelt down on the ground, staring at the pinhole dripping with pus blood. After a while, he took Lu Langzhong's hand suddenly and pleaded: " Lu Langzhong! You can think of a way again! Please, please! As long as you can cure my grandfather ’s legs, 12,000 snowflakes and silver will be delivered to your house immediately! Please! "

"I have said that it is not a matter of silver!" Lu Langzhong looked at Pang Yi impatiently, but felt that he was very pitiful, and now his tone slowed down again. "I've seen much of a situation like him. Ningguta has never lacked a wealthy out-of-town homeowner, but the noble and noble Jingshi nobleman was once less symptomatic than him, and he was also sentenced to prison. I have also seen it, and I have personally treated it and used it. It ’s all the best medicine, but it only lasted for ten years, and then he was completely paralyzed in bed, not to mention him. This is also impossible, but speaking of it, you can both If you can get ten thousand silver snowflakes, why don't you stay in another place and stay in another place? Why bother to stay at Ninggu Tower and watch your legs become useless? "

At this moment, Pang Yi stopped talking. He stared at the high, swollen knee in front of him, and then looked up at the same silent Zhong Mingwei. His lips shuddered a few times, and then whispered: "Yeah ... "

"Is there really no cure?" Zhong Mingwei, who had been silent for a long time, slowly opened his mouth and looked at Lu Langzhong, trying to suppress the fear in his heart. "I don't want to be cured, as long as I can stand up, I will be lame. I do n’t care, just walk. "

"This gentleman, why don't you understand?" Lu Langzhong frowned, explaining to him while he was still lying. "If you can't lie down, don't sit. If you can sit, don't stand, let alone." Walk around, but if you move, pus will come back to your knees, and you can only hurt your body. Now you can see that this knee is only swollen. In fact, I do n’t know how much the head hurts. Where is the skin? It has been soaked with pus for years? If you want to ... "

"Pang Yi," Zhong Mingwei truncated the words of Lu Langzhong, and Shen Sheng said to Pang Yi, "Send Mr. Down the Mountain."

"Yeah!" Pang Yi was anxious, busy grabbing Zhong Mingwei's hand, and whispered, "Lu Langzhong is the best Langzhong in this city, if ..."

"I told him to send him away!" Zhong Mingwei shook Pang Yi's hand away suddenly. He gritted his teeth and landed at Langzhong. He yelled and said, "What kind of Langzhong is he! Even a sick man can't see it! What kind of thing is he?" Langzhong ?! But just a master who bullies the world! "

"Farewell!" Lu Langzhong was so angry that his white beard was trembling, and now he couldn't care about Pang Yi holding the medicine chest directly, and left.

"Lu Langzhong! Lu Langzhong!" Pang Yi got busy from the ground and chased out in a hurry.

Lao Lang's temper was so great that he would never come, and Pang Yi couldn't help it. He still sent people down the mountain.

...

In the bedroom.

Zhong Mingwei, who had been sitting stiffly on the kang, fell back on the kang suddenly, and the window paper passed through the light, which was so dazzling. He pulled the quilt and covered his head.

For a long while, the man's hoarse cries came from the quilt, and the two hands clenched fist, pounding the kang fiercely at the end. At the end, the cries gradually rested, and he gradually calmed down, reaching out and quilting the quilt The cotton trousers were pulled over. He put the black cotton trousers in his arms sideways and buried his face in it. After a while, the cotton trousers were dried and then wet again. .

Zhong Mingwei has never been so desperate. Whether he was kneeling year after year before the spirit of Queen Zhenxian, or being beaten into the clan by his father, he has never been so desperate.

Once upon a time, it was also on the kang, and also in the quilt, he and the little girl of his family lived as sweet and happy.

"Girl, don't ... don't take it off ..."

"I'm so hot ... I'm happy to let you go, but not to others."

"Girl, wait a minute ... when my body is better, I will touch you again ..."

...

The sweet words of the past still lingered in his ears. Zhong Mingwei only felt that the words and sentences were extremely conical. He bit the corner of the cotton trousers and tried to hold back his own tears, but the tears seemed more like a dyke. Flood.

He didn't have a good time, really no good.