The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Tomorrow would be the day when Liao Chongwu led his troops to set off. At this time, they were in the same room with Zhong Ming'e, facing the crescent moon in the sky outside at night, the two of them were naturally inseparable.

I'll be back in two months at most, Liao Chongwu said softly while running along Zhong Ming'e's long hair, Don't worry, I will take good care of myself. I spend my days at home thinking wildly.

Just know that I'm worried, Zhong Ming'e sighed, Just know that I'm worried about you every day.

I know, I know it all, Liao Chongwu suddenly smiled with his lips curled up, his big hand gently placed on Zhong Ming'e's heart, and he lowered his eyes to look tenderly at the long black hair of the two of them mixed together and hanging on Zhong Ming'e's chest , Here is always pretending to be me, and only me.

Then where are you? Zhong Ming'e put his hand over his heart, and asked him with raised eyebrows, What are you pretending to be?

Put your ears closer, and I'll tell you... Liao Chongwu looked at Bai Jinjin's little ears that were close in front of him, couldn't help laughing, and then said softly to the little ears, Just get down! Brows, but on the heart.

Bah! Who did you learn this sour word from?! Zhong Ming'e was taken aback for a moment, then blushed and retreated from Liao Chongwu, and couldn't help but smile and said, Remember to learn more in the future, I don't care It's on.

Okay! Liao Chongwu laughed loudly, fine and dense lines appeared at the corners of his eyes, he leaned over, gnawing and biting on Bai Jinjin's face shamelessly, making Zhong Ming'e scream again Laughing again, Liao Chongwu was afraid that he would have cramp from laughing, so he stopped, and then said with a smile, How about you teach me now? If you are the master, I will learn quickly!

Okay, Zhong Ming'e laughed enough, pillowed on the man's lap, looked at the man with watery eyes without blinking, and chanted softly word by word, I'm seeing you off, my heart is hard to let go, a little lovesickness When will it end? Use the sleeves to blow the snow from the poplar flowers. The stream is slanted and the mountains are covered, and people will go!

Liao Chongwu looked into those watery eyes, didn't speak any more, and lowered his head little by little.

...

Jiasheng Thirty-fourth August Fifteenth

Moon Festival.

Suburbs of Beijing.

An Jun Wang Daying.

Ten days ago, Long Live Lord Zhong Mingzheng ordered the army stationed in Beijing to attack Zhili and strangle the rebellious party of King Anjun. As a result, the army stationed in Beijing retreated steadily after fighting with the army of King Anjun. They moved from Zhili to the suburbs of Beijing, and grew from 20,000 to 50,000. Most of the 30,000 extra soldiers were captives who surrendered to the army stationed in Beijing. There were less than 20,000 people left, and they had already retreated to the capital, planning to fight the trapped beasts, while the army of King An set up camp in the suburbs of Beijing.

Master, why don't we attack the capital while the iron is hot? In the big tent, Zhong Mingwei, Meiya and others were sitting around talking, Fu Jiayou asked impatiently.

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. If we attack the city, I am afraid that the people in the whole capital will not be able to celebrate the Ansheng Festival. At that time, the people will definitely have a grudge against us. Zhong Mingwei did not speak, but Meiya did, And It’s good for the army to stop to rest and recuperate, the soldiers have been rushing to kill the enemy for so long, it’s time to stop and rest, and we can also spend a reunion festival with the soldiers.”

Ma'am is thoughtful, Kong Wenmin nodded hurriedly, and said with emotion, In the past, in the Imperial Forest Army, we didn't care about integrity? But for these solar terms, we have to work harder than before, so as not to make mistakes, we have to pay attention every day. I was doing things with my head bent, and a string in my head was tense all year round, but since I went to Ningguta, I have just passed a few festivals in a serious way. Speaking of this, Kong Wenmin suddenly remembered something, and then His gaze fell unnaturally on Chen Qingxuan beside him, then he lowered his voice, and said to Chen Qingxuan, I remember last year's Mid-Autumn Festival, just in time for me to send you to the township exam, and we passed it halfway.