The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

No, Zhong Mingwei, I'm not at ease, Meiya looked at the man's solemn face, and slowly shook her head. Seeing that Zhong Mingwei was about to reassure her, she covered Zhong Mingwei's mouth with her hand, and said slowly, It's not that I don't worry about Prince An, nor about the future Emperor Ninety-Five, I just worry about my husband, so Zhong Mingwei, no matter how many confidants and loyal ministers you have by your side, I won't worry about them, and they must stay, let's As I said, share joys and sorrows, life and death together.”

Okay, then please Madam stay. Zhong Mingwei smiled and held Meiya's hand, but how could he be willing to let Meiya go?

He used to be a cold-hearted person who didn't like to be disturbed by others, especially women. In his opinion, it was a trouble and a burden, so he didn't go to the back house a few times a year, but now, he couldn't see his family for a day. Girl, he has been in trouble for a day, and he talks about taking a lunch break and sleeping with his wife every day, but who is accompanying whom? Who is more inseparable from whom? Zhong Mingwei knows it well, now that he thinks about his former self, Zhong Mingwei just feels like a lifetime away. For a future emperor, being cold-hearted may not be a bad thing, but for a husband, every morning he eats a bowl of his wife's own hands. The hot noodle soup became the most important thing.

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Today's hot noodle soup is right in front of you. Zhong Mingwei eats it deliciously. Because it is a birthday noodle, Meiya has always been particular about not allowing him to bite off the noodles, so Zhong Mingwei eats it painfully but is full of joy, and finishes it all in one sitting. This bowl of birthday noodles, Zhong Mingwei's face was dripping with sweat, and as soon as he raised his head, Meiya's handkerchief was handed over, but he didn't take it, and leaned forward in front of the girl, sending his sweaty face to her. , obviously acting like a baby.

Is it delicious? Meiya let him act coquettishly, stretched out her hand to wipe his sweat, and whispered, I'm not used to the kitchen outside, I always feel that the noodles are not stretched well, are they too hard?

It's not hard, it's just right to bounce your teeth. Zhong Mingwei opened his eyes and smiled at Meiya, reaching out to grab Meiya's hand, kissing her mouth, and said with a smile, If it wasn't for fear that you are working too hard, I really want to You roll the birthday noodles every day.

That's a good thing, grow one year every day, and within half a month, I should change my name to call you grandpa. Meiya suppressed a smile, looked at the man's dark face, raised her eyebrows, and said, Grandpa Zhong, you have good teeth, did you bite walnuts when you were young?

Grandpa Zhong withdrew his hand silently: ...you shut up.

Seeing him so deflated, Meiya couldn't help but smiled with her lips in her mouth, but at the same time, she suddenly thought of something, couldn't help frowning, and looked at Zhong Mingwei: Mingwei, Prince Rong today enthroned.

That's right, the enthronement ceremony has been going on since the time of Chen, almost now. Zhong Mingwei looked at the gray sky outside the window, and couldn't help frowning, I'm afraid it's going to rain heavily, why did the Qin Tianjian measure this day? Woolen cloth?

I've always felt that official positions like Qin Tianjian are paid for free. What's the prediction of good or bad? It's just pretending to be a ghost. What's the difference from Chenjiatun's dancing gods? Meiya muttered, walking to In front of the door, he raised his head to look at the darkening sky, and when he spoke again, he was even more sneering, Look, this is the auspicious day that Qin Tian monitored, tsk tsk tsk, even the Dragon Lord can't wait to ask for it. I have come to participate in the enthronement ceremony of Prince Rong, so it can be seen that it is really a rare and auspicious day.

No, Zhen Yongtang, the official history of the Qin Tianjian, studied under Wang Chunfeng, a master of metaphysics. He has reached the pinnacle of metaphysics. Compared with ordinary people, how could Zhen Yongtang be so negligent on such an important day as the new emperor's enthronement, and choose such a rainy day? Where's Tian'er? Zhong Mingwei also walked to the door, frowned and said, I don't know what kind of demon this Zhen Yongtang has fallen into, and the people in the Qin Tianjian, are they all tired and crooked?