The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

How dare this subordinate? Pang Yi laughed hurriedly, This subordinate brought forty altars of burning knives from Ninggu Pagoda, kept ten altars for himself, and left ten altars for Dakong's guards. The remaining 20 altars are all sent to the palace by the Lord Long Live today, please accept it with a smile.

Success, let's have Shaodaozi at noon today. Zhong Mingwei said with a smile.

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Jingren Palace.

Zhong Mingwei didn’t go back to Jingren Palace for dinner today, and was drinking and chatting with Pang Yi, Kong Wenmin and the others in the imperial study room. After eating, everyone left the palace, and Zhong Mingwei also returned to Jingren Palace. He hadn’t been with his brothers for a long time. After drinking so much, he was greedy for a while, and when he returned to Jingren Palace, he was a little staggered, and the palace servants rushed forward to help him, but he pushed him away. Naturally, no one dared to help him anymore. He didn't let anyone report it, so he leaned on the wall and entered the room crookedly.

There was no sight of Mei Ya in the main hall, Zhong Mingwei was a bit unresponsive, he froze on the spot, and then walked towards the Nuan Pavilion lightly, and sure enough, he saw Mei Ya lying on the imperial concubine's couch taking an afternoon nap, Mei Ya was not a good person in the past He took a nap, but after living with Zhong Mingwei for a long time, he developed this habit. In addition, Gu Qingtong, Xiao An and the others came over today, and they were talking and joking. Meiya even played with Xiao Nian for a long time After listening to the report from the palace servants that Zhong Mingwei had dinner in the imperial study, he took a rest by himself.

Zhong Mingwei looked at the girl in evening haze and purple silk ruyi moiré shirt lying on her side and sleeping on the couch, the sunlight softly shone on her body through the screen window, covering her whole body with a layer of warm yellow, what did Zhong Mingwei think How did he think it looked good? When he took another step, his voice became softer. He walked over step by step like a cat, and then sat gently on the couch, while taking a cashmere blanket to cover Meiya, watching Meiya frowned slightly, he reached out his hand and patted Meiya's back lightly in a hurry, and as the man patted gently, the slightly frowned eyebrows relaxed a little bit, Zhong Mingwei looked Seeing her flushed little face, the more she looked at her, the more she fell in love with her, and she couldn't help but leaned down and kissed her lightly.

Ming Wei, don't wake up so early today, okay? Meiya called out in a daze, she put her arms around the man's neck, but she didn't wake up, doing such actions, saying such words, it was completely unreasonable. Subconsciously, Sleep with me for a while, and go to court later...

Okay, the country is not as important as you. Zhong Mingwei said softly, and lay down on one side. The imperial concubine's couch is not spacious, and it is quite roomy for one person to sleep, but at this time two people are lying down, it is inevitable that it will be a lot cramped, Zhong Mingwei He didn't even dare to lie flat, just leaning sideways towards Meiya, the dragon robe on his body was still on, and the messy jade pendant sachet on his belt was even more puzzling, I didn't think so much just now, Lying down at this time, he secretly complained, the jade pendant hurt him so much, he was about to take off his belt, but the little girl arched into his arms, Zhong Mingwei didn't dare to move anymore, so he reached out and grabbed it from the couch. He put a veil on his arm, for fear that the gold thread on the dragon robe would hurt his little girl's face.

This girl loves her face even more. In fact, he loves her more than she does.

In the past, due to her own reasons, this girl's good face was ruined, causing her to be called ugly girl long and ugly girl short. He was full of indifference, but he felt like being pricked by a needle. This feeling of guilt and heartache was something he could never get rid of in his whole life, and he was unwilling to get rid of it. Feeling uncomfortable again, he gently stroked the broken hair on Meiya's forehead, while leaning over to kiss her smooth forehead, Bai Jinjin's nose, slightly dry lips, and finally the petal-like scar where her lips stopped on her chin Up, back and forth, lingering...