The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Thank you ma'am! Chi Chongyuan and the others looked at Meiya like this, and they were even more trembling and frightened. They were so busy that Meiya was too embarrassed to stay in the big tent, because they were afraid that they would restrain them, and then said to Zhong Mingwei , and just slipped out to have dinner with other soldiers.

Meiya has been going in and out of the camp these days, and the soldiers naturally know her identity. At the beginning, they didn't even dare to look at Meiya, but now they see Meiya holding the bowls and chopsticks in their hands , Many soldiers rushed over to invite Meiya to have dinner at the same table. Meiya has an open temper, is easy to talk and laugh, and never puts on airs. As long as Zhong Mingwei is not around, even the most ordinary soldiers will go to greet Meiya.

Ma'am, you only finished half of the book the day before yesterday! No, just as Meiya sat down at the simple dining table, a soldier came over with a bowl, squatted aside, and then looked at Mei Ya expectantly. Ya, Ma'am, let's continue talking! The Romance of the Former Ming Dynasty is a small one, but I really like to listen to it!

Yes ma'am! I've been thinking about you being able to speak up for the past two days! I'm as anxious as a cat scratching! Another soldier quickly echoed, looking at Meiya flatteringly, Madam, it's rare to have a So Kong, you can show mercy and say another paragraph?

Ma'am! You are so merciful! Start the war tomorrow, and you guys will definitely rush into the capital! Another soldier also ran over and sat down on the ground. The sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy looked heroic.

Well, it's the Mid-Autumn Festival today, so I'll just say a little bit more, and I'll treat it as a gift for everyone, Meiya put down the bowls and chopsticks, and looked at the crowd of soldiers who were already sitting in front of her, without being stage frightened. , smiled and said, By the way, where did we talk about next?

Last time I finished talking about the fierce general Chang Yuchun, this time it's time to talk about Xu Da, the head of the six founding kings of the former Ming Dynasty! The sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy hurriedly answered.

Okay, let's talk about Xu Da, Meiya said with a smile, while clapping her hand on the table, thinking it was Xingmu's use, all the soldiers were silent for a while, they all looked at her, Meiya coughed With a sound, he cleared his throat, and then he started talking, Everyone knows that Mrs. Xu is the most famous general in the former Ming Dynasty, and the head of the six founding kings. Naturally, he has a high status, but who knows that Mr. Xu Da originally Unexpectedly, he came from a poor background? He was a peasant boy who had to scrape the soil for food and barely survived. Although Xu Da was born humble, he was not self-deprecating, on the contrary, he had a resolute temperament , unwilling to be inferior to others, he knew that he was born extraordinary, and he made up his mind early in the morning not to waste this life, and must achieve a great cause, but he is not a fake trick that only talks but does not practice, for the sake of great ambitions, he himself He practiced martial arts at a young age, practiced during winter and summer, and finally practiced kung fu well. Xu Da and the former Ming emperor Zhu Yuanzhang were life and death brothers who grew up. At that time, it was a troubled time, and it was time to make heroes. Two famous heroes joined hands in this troubled world and started their magnificent life...

Meiya talked eloquently, and when it came to the excitement, she even gestured back and forth in the air with a chopstick in one hand, as if it was a scene of a fierce battle, and all the soldiers were dumbfounded. Staring and bobbing her head back and forth with the chopsticks in Meiya's hand, these soldiers are all born in bitter cold, how can they have spare money to listen to books? After entering the military camp, they practice hard every day, and they don't have a single day of leisure, so although what Meiya wrote may not be good, it is so novel and exciting to their ears, and they love it. Squatting or sitting, or stepping on stools and tables, surrounded Meiya, and listened quietly. Following Meiya's narration, the soldiers applauded in unison from time to time, and stomped their feet and sighed from time to time.