The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

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"I don't know, it's because my stomach hurts badly," A Chou leaned on Grandma Chen's body and followed her towards the house, as she collapsed, "Since ... I have been in pain since last night."

"Then why didn't you go down to see Langzhong earlier?" Grandma Chen was anxious and her voice grew louder. "You girl can't walk without a stomachache. What about your family? Why don't they care whether you live or die?" ? Your stomach hurts like this, can you rest assured that you will go down alone? "

A Chou shook his head so busy: "No, no, I didn't tell him, he ... he didn't know."

"You girl!" Grandma Chen was really angry and distressed, and she helped A Chou into the room, specially put a cushion on the chair to let her sit down, and said, "You sit first, I let Qing Xuan Come here, he had studied medicine with Lang middle school when he was a child. Although he didn't count as a successful student, he was barely half a Langzhong. I asked him to give you a pulse. "

"Thank you grandma," Agghou gasped.

Grandma Chen was busy entering the study room. After a while, she came out with Chen Qingxuan. Chen Qingxuan also carried a small wooden box in his hand, which should be a medicine box. Sure enough, Chen Qingxuan put the box on the table and opened it. It is pulse pillow, silver needle and so on.

"When did your stomach hurt?" Chen Qingxuan sat next to Ah Chou, took out the pulse diagnosis and placed it on the table, while looking at A Chou's face. "How does it hurt? Put your hand over."

"It hurts when it wasn't dark yesterday, but it wasn't too bad at the beginning. It was so painful in the middle of the night that I couldn't sleep," A Chou whispered, putting his hand on the pulse pillow while He frowned again, "I don't know how to describe it, but it hurts so much.

Chen Qingxuan put his finger on Ah Chou's slender wrist. After a while, he moved his finger away and looked at Ah Chou, his expression halting.

"What, what?" A Chou pursed his lips and asked Chen Qingxuan timidly.

Chen Qingxuan looked at her sweaty face, did not speak, and bowed his head to pack the pulse pillow into the medicine chest.

"What's the matter?" Grandma Chen looked at Chen Qingxuan without saying a word, and was very upset. She asked quietly, "Qingxuan, is this girl okay?"

"Grandma, come in with me." Chen Qingxuan didn't answer, carrying the medicine chest and went straight to the study.

"... Oh, good." Grandma Chen looked at A Chou with some doubt, and then followed Chen Qingxuan into the study, and then closed the door with a pop.

Ah Chou was sitting alone in the main hall, staring straight at the closed door with her eyes. Her head was blank. The first thought that came out was that I must be seriously ill, I might be dying I am dying, what should Zhong Mingwei do?

Who cooks for him? Who wiped him? Who squeezed his waist and beat his back? Who knows that such a big man likes sugar?

In the future, who will give Zhong Mingwei's birthday, and who is willing to devote himself to rolling his birthday noodles?

A person like him who doesn't say anything in his heart, who knows that his heart is so soft and fragile and needs care?

...

"Girl, why are you crying?" Grandma Chen pushed open the door and saw Ahou's tears falling down. It was originally a sweaty face. At that time, it was so wet, those eyes. It was even scary. Grandma Chen was too busy to catch Ah Chou's hand. "Girl, don't be cranky, it's okay! It's okay!"

Ah Chouwu took the chance to ride, and he didn't feel his stomach hurt at this time. His heart was about to ache. Where else could it be managed?

"Girl, it's really okay! You are here." Grandma Chen was too busy explaining to her.

"Hair ... Hairset?" A ugly stared, her eyes glowing red as she stared at Grandma Chen. "What is haircut?"

"Don't you know? No one in your family has told you?" Grandma Chen frowned and felt incredible, and then asked, "Girl, how old are you?"