The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Kong Wenmin was really happy. Ever since Chen Qingxuan came to him in a hurry today and told him about Gu Qingtong, he had been very happy. He knew that Chen Qingxuan didn't treat him as an outsider, so he was willing to tell him, I only talked to him about such secret things. He has always treated Chen Qingxuan very well and very special. From Ninggu Pagoda to the capital, he has always paid attention to and cared for Chen Qingxuan, just like loving his own brother. No, compared to Kong Wen Jie was more patient. He admired this young man who came from a poor background but was full of arrogance. Of course, this kind of appreciation was different from Fang Zuotang's appreciation of Chen Qingxuan. Kong Wenmin couldn't explain it clearly, but there was one thing. He couldn't be more clear in his heart, that is, when he knew that Chen Qingxuan treated himself differently from others, he was happy and jumping for joy.

Hey, if you say it like that, I've really made a profit, Chen Qingxuan smiled slyly at Kong Wenmin, Then why don't I call for a jug of wine?

Don't, if I drink too much, your small body can't stand me, Kong Wenmin waved his hands in a hurry, and said with a smile, If you drink too much, you will start crying again Sour, if someone sees the appearance of Zhuangyuanlang, they will definitely make up the Thin Love Girl Lover.

Chen Qingxuan was at a loss: ...The Fickle Woman Infatuated Man? Is this a little song?

That's right, one of my brothers from Tianjin can sing all kinds of songs. The key point is that he is a creative talent. He can pick up any subject matter and scene at his fingertips. Naturally, you, the number one scholar, can speak well, but the little brother from Tianjin can't sing. He is someone who can sing songs, anyway, he is not inferior to you, the number one scholar. Kong Wenmin looked at Chen Qingxuan's face full of interest, and continued to introduce, The Thin Love Girl Lover is his Representative works, in addition, his works include The Big Girl Turns Eighteen This Year, The Little Daughter-in-law's Private Night Talk, The Peasant Man's Pretty Flowers, The Back of the Eighty-year-old Man Standing Standing...

Shut up, shut up! Chen Qingxuan was so angry that his face flushed red, and he pointed at Kong Wenmin with trembling fingers, You - old and unscrupulous!

The corner of Kong Wenmin's mouth twitched: ...old?

Obviously, he cares more about the word old than being unruly.

Yes! Old and unscrupulous! Chen Qingxuan bit the word old hard, and looked at Kong Wenmin's blackened face with anger, and he felt a lot more at ease. He said very well, People, I just have to obey my old age. I look like a strong and healthy calf, but ah, where is the age, naturally I can't compare with young people, tsk tsk tsk.

Kong Wenmin held his lips silently: I will let you see it when I have a chance.

What do you know? Chen Qingxuan raised his eyebrows and smiled provocatively, Can you show me how ruthless and unforgiving time is?

The corner of Kong Wenmin's mouth twitched even more violently: ...hehe, boy, just wait for me.

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Anjun Palace.

When Pang Yi came back from the outside with the food box, Meiya looked behind him and asked, Where's Dakong's guard? Why didn't you come with me?

Oh, Mrs. Qi, the guard of Da Kong is not in the Yulin Army camp, he was called by Mr. Chen. Pang Yi said, and followed Meiya into the dining room in the backyard.

Is Mr. Chen looking for Da Kong's guards? Meiya asked casually while laying out the dishes, By the way, aren't Mr. Chen and Da Kong's guards on duty today? Mr. Chen is looking for Da Kong Is there something urgent for the guard?