"Is it wrong for me to hit you?" Chen Qingxuan looked at Kong Wenmin with a cold face. He wanted to scold Kong Wenmin again, but seeing that half of his face was swollen, he couldn't scold him anymore. He turned his head away and stuffed the paper bag in his hand into Kong Wenmin's arms. "Go back and apply the medicine yourself, once every two hours... Ouch! Kong Wenmin, what do you want to do?! Let me go! There are people all over the street! Let me go!"
Kong Wenmin squeezed Chen Qingxuan's hand, just like he did in the palace just now, but this time he only used a little force. He looked at Chen Qingxuan's panicked face, and immediately he looked helpless. He looked at Chen Qingxuan and laughed angrily: "What? Do you really think I am a radical person? Are you afraid that I will provoke you?"
"I don't care whether you are a radical person or not. Let me go now!" Chen Qingxuan also knew that he had lost his composure. He was angry and annoyed at the moment.
"What? You want to get away with it after beating someone up?" Kong Wenmin said sarcastically.
"Didn't I... buy you some medicine?" Chen Qingxuan felt a little guilty when he mentioned this, and his voice became softer. "Besides, you really deserve to be beaten. Look at what you have done."
Kong Wenmin didn't say anything. He just stared at Chen Qingxuan for a while, then suddenly pulled Chen Qingxuan and turned away.
"Hey, hey, hey! Kong Wenmin, where are you taking me?" Chen Qingxuan was anxious and wanted to break free from Kong Wenmin's shackles, but how could he break free? Kong Wenmin's strength was not something a scholar like him could compare to, so he was dragged out two or three feet. Chen Qingxuan was so anxious that he suddenly hugged the sycamore tree and said he would not leave no matter what. He looked at Kong Wenmin in embarrassment and embarrassment, "What on earth do you want to do?"
"Aren't you angry? I'll take you to relieve your anger," Kong Wenmin said in a deep voice. Seeing Chen Qingxuan's confused expression, Kong Wenmin explained, "The sachet was stuffed in by the owner of the clothing store. I didn't care about it before, otherwise I would definitely not give it to you. Now I'll take you to smash his store to let you vent your anger."
"Do you have any shame or not?" Chen Qingxuan was anxious and angry at the same time. His face turned pale and red. He stared at Kong Wenmin with his eyes spitting fire. "It's fine if you are shameless, but why do you have to drag me down with you?!"
"Why am I shameless?" Kong Wenmin was also depressed. "You were glaring at me because of that sachet, and it looked like you were going to have nothing to do with me forever. Shouldn't I have explained it to you clearly? Shouldn't I have taken you to relieve your anger or something? You'll have to bring this up later."
"If you want to go, go by yourself! I can't afford to lose face like this," Chen Qingxuan was still rolling his eyes, humming, "You can do whatever you want to relieve your anger, but don't take me with you!"
"Hey! Why can't I coax you?" Kong Wenmin was so angry that he pinched his waist and scratched his head, "Hey, Chen Qingxuan, why are you harder to coax than a little girl?"
"Who asked you to coax her? Go coax your little girl!" While Kong Wenmin was letting go, Chen Qingxuan quickly turned around and ran away.
Kong Wenmin had never seen Chen Qingxuan run so fast before. Seeing him disappear around the corner like flying, Kong Wenmin couldn't help but curl his lips and smiled: "This brat."
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June 9th, the 34th year of Jiasheng
Beijing
The Fourth Prince was dead. He was still jumping around happily yesterday, but was found dead in his bedroom by a palace maid early this morning. His neck was half broken by the bowstring, his eyes were wide open as if their eyeballs were about to fall out, and his body was already cold. The palace maid was frightened to death on the spot.
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