Chapter 356

Zhong Mingwei has been staring at his knees nervously. At this time, listening to Gu Changlin's words, he turned to see ah Chou and saw that ah Chou was biting his lips to death. His face was too white. Zhong Mingwei said with a little heartache, "turn your face away and don't look at it."

Meiya nods, turns her face obediently, and then she feels that zhongmingwei suddenly holds her hand. She turns her face again, and then sees Gu Changsheng tear those layers of gauze off his knee, along with the blood in it, and even white meat. Meiya's eyes suddenly get wet. She turns her face and wipes them After wiping the corners of his eyes, he turned around again, holding Zhong Mingwei's hand in one hand and his shoulder in the other, and then he leaned up to Zhong Mingwei's ear and sang softly: "the knee hurts. Find the old bear. Old bear is not at home, look for three scars, three scars at home sharpen knife, frighten child well, still hurt? It doesn't hurt... "

Rao's knee hurt deeply, but Zhong Mingwei was still amused by Meiya. He turned his head to see Meiya and chuckled: "people's three scars only care about stomachache, but where is Kung Fu to care about knee pain Hiss... "

"No matter who says it, people's three scars are magical." Meiya coaxes Zhong Mingwei in a low voice. Mingming wants to disperse Zhong Mingwei's idea. But looking at the sweat on Zhong Mingwei's forehead, she is really distressed. She has no time to find a pad. She wipes the man's forehead directly with her sleeve and asks in a low voice, "is it still painful?"

"If you don't, girl, you'll go back to me Hiss... " Seeing Gu Changlin's knife cut off a piece of pustule blood and flesh on the belt, Zhong Mingwei could not help but take a breath of cool air. When he spoke again, his voice trembled a little. "Go and find me three scars again?"

"Oh, then I'll find him," Meiya said busily, holding the man's hand tightly while singing in the man's ear. Old bear is not at home, look for three scars, three scars at home sharpen knife, frighten child well, still hurt? It doesn't hurt... "

"Three scars really work." Zhong Mingwei reluctantly hooked his lips and smiled at Meiya.

Meiya looks at the bloody knee, at the busy scissors and knives on the top, and her whole body quivers. She swallows saliva vigorously and holds back her tears vigorously. She whispers to Zhong Mingwei, "Mingwei, let's drink Ma boiling powder first, I heard it won't hurt so much..."

"What can I drink? How can young people not even resist the pain? " Zhong Mingwei didn't speak, but Gu Changlin suddenly opened his mouth. His tone was not good, and he didn't look up at Meiya. He was still cutting pus and blood together, and he kept on talking about Meiya. "It hurt more than now a few days ago. He had a good time to hold back. When you came back, he couldn't help it. You still wanted to drink Ma Zesan for him Is it easy to drink? You're not afraid to hurt his brain! "

"But It's very painful, "Meiya can't understand Gu Changlin very much. Gu Changlin, who is always joking, suddenly faces on the floor, as if it's changed. Meiya can't help but hate his inhumanity." it's digging meat, cutting meat from her body! "

"How did he carry it?" After cleaning up the pus blood and necrotic skin on his knee, Gu Changlin put down his scissors and knife, put a face full of sweat on Meiya, and coldly pulled his lips. "If he wants to be as expensive as you say, how can he survive the death sentence of the imperial court? How can I drag my half dead body from the capital to ningguta? How to survive the cold winter of ningguta? If he is so weak and careless as he told you, he may have died in the patriarchal clan's mansion for a long time. How can he live until I heal him? "

Meiya is choked by Gu Changlin's words. She knows that Gu Changlin's words are reasonable, but she can't help thinking, does Zhong Mingwei have no weak power? Do you have to carry the pain? He is not an iron man, not to mention a god Buddha. Why should he ask for this? He is the most ordinary man. He has not been the prince of the east palace for a long time, so he can be mediocre and weak.

Meiya still wants to talk back, but zhongmingwei pinches her hand, holding her lips and whispering, "I'm ok."