The Emperor's Beloved Ugly Girl

"I don't know. It's just that I have a bad stomachache," ah Chou leaned on grandma Chen, followed her towards the house, and said, "from It's been hurting since last night. "

"Then why don't you go down early to see the doctor?" Grandma Chen was worried, and her voice grew louder. "You girl can't walk because of her stomachache. What about your family? How come they don't care about you? You've got a stomachache like this. Can you rest assured that you can go down the mountain alone? "

A Chou shook his head hurriedly: "no, no, I didn't tell him, he He doesn't know. "

"You girl!" Grandma Chen was really angry and distressed. She helped ah Chou into the room, especially put a cushion on the chair for her to sit down, and said, "sit down first, I'll let Qingxuan come here. He studied medicine with the doctor when he was a child. Although he didn't have any achievements, he was barely half a doctor. I asked him to give you a pulse."

"Thank you, grandma." Ah Chou gasped.

Grandma Chen was so busy that she went into the study. After a while, she came out with Chen Qingxuan. Chen Qingxuan also carried a small wooden box, which should be a medicine box. As expected, Chen Qingxuan put the box on the table and opened it. It was full of pulse pillows, silver needles and other things.

"When did your stomach ache?" Chen Qingxuan sat down beside ah Chou, took out his pulse and put it on the table, while looking at ah Chou's face, "how can I hurt? Put your hands here. "

"It hurt before it was dark yesterday. At the beginning It's not so bad. The second half of the night is too painful to sleep, "said ah Chou in a small voice. He put his hand on the pillow and frowned again." I don't know how to describe it. It's just a good pain. It's a pain in the sea. "

Chen Qingxuan put his finger on ah Chou's delicate wrist. For a while, he moved his finger away and looked at ah Chou, with an expression of desire to speak and stop.

"What's the matter?" Ah Chou pursed his lips and asked Chen Qingxuan timidly.

Chen Qingxuan looked at her sweaty face, didn't speak, bowed his head and packed the pillow into the medicine chest.

"What's the matter?" Grandma Chen looked at Chen Qingxuan's silence, and she was also worried. She asked in a low voice, "Qingxuan, is this girl OK?"

"Grandma, you come with me." Chen Qingxuan didn't answer. He took the medicine box and went straight into the study.

“…… Oh, good. " Grandma Chen looked at ah Chou with some doubts, and then followed Chen Qingxuan into the study, and then "Patta" shut the door.

A Chou sat alone in the main hall, her eyes staring at the closed door. Her mind was blank. The first thought that came out was that I must be seriously ill. I may die. I will die. What should Zhong Mingwei do?

Who cooks for him? Who will wipe him? Who pinched his back? Who knows that such a big man likes sugar?

Since then, who has given Zhong Mingwei his birthday, and who is willing to devote himself to give him "longevity noodles"?

Who knows that his heart is so soft, so fragile and so in need of care?

……

"Girl, why are you crying?" When grandma Chen opened the door, she saw that ah Chou's tears were falling. It was a face full of sweat. It was too wet to look like it. Her eyes were even scarlet. Grandma Chen came to catch ah Chou's hand and said, "girl, don't think about it. Nothing! It's really nothing! "

Ah Chou is still twitching. At this time, he doesn't feel any pain in his stomach. His heart is going to crack. Where else can he manage?

"Girl, it's really OK! That's how you start. " Grandma Chen is busy explaining to her.

"Hair Hair? " Ah Chou was stunned, and his red eyes were staring at grandma Chen, "what is hair?"

"You don't know? No one in your family has ever told you? " Grandma Chen frowned. She thought it was incredible. Then she asked, "girl, how old are you?"