The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

What? Kong Wenmin couldn't remember at all, I sang a little song?

Yeah, I hummed and chirped all the way. First I sang Tianjin-style ditties, and then I sang something else when I got home. I couldn't quite understand it, Chen Qingxuan frowned, trying to recall Looking at what he just heard, he paused for a moment, and then said, It seems to be a little song from the Southland, why don't you say anything, and your heart is disturbed.

Oh, that's a little song from my hometown, my mother used to love to sing it, Kong Wenmin thought of it, and scratched his head embarrassingly, Why? Do you want to hear it?

Chen Qingxuan nodded: I want to listen to it, but I haven't heard the little song from the Southland yet.

Kong Wenmin was very embarrassed, a man who was used to holding a knife, how could he have the nerve to sing Wu Nong's soft words like this? But Chen Qingxuan wanted to hear it, so he naturally would not refuse, cleared his throat immediately, and then sang softly in Chen Qingxuan's ear: One is silent, the other is disturbed, the other is deeply hypocritical, and the other is a concubine. It's like cotton wool, one son's love is like water, one wants to die, one says please, one is um...

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Thirty-fourth year of Jiasheng

Lunar New Year's eve.

Jingren Palace.

Although the mourning period of the Supreme Emperor has passed, it is the first year of the death of the Supreme Emperor, so it is not appropriate to celebrate vigorously, so there will be no palace dinner this year, but this is exactly what Meiya and Zhong Mingwei wanted. Sitting in the magnificent and majestic palace with a group of royal courtiers, watching the boring singing and dancing, Meiya and Zhong Mingwei still prefer to spend New Year’s Eve in Jingren Palace. Of course, it’s not very interesting if there are only two people. It was a festive and lively event, so Meiya had already discussed with Xiao An, Gu Qingtong and the others. Early in the morning, Pang Yi, Xiao An and Qin Chong and Gu Qingtong went to the palace early to celebrate New Year's Eve with Meiya and Zhong Mingwei. up.

As soon as Gu Qingtong and Xiao An entered the palace, they were so busy going to the small kitchen to prepare for the New Year's Eve dinner with Meiya, while Zhong Mingwei, Pang Yi, and Qin Chong drank tea and talked in the palace. It's rare, but it would be even better if there wasn't a baby who had to be coaxed all the time...

Wow! Xiao Nianqin wailed again, baring her teeth and claws in Pang Yi's arms, crying hoarsely.

Be good! Don't cry, Daddy will give you that piece of hibiscus cake, Pang Yi hurriedly coaxed the child, while taking a piece of hibiscus cake from the plate, Zhong Mingwei slapped him away with a slap! Pang Yi was so busy that he withdrew his hand and looked at Zhong Mingwei blankly, Master, why did you hit me?

Zhong Mingwei rolled his eyes at him and didn't speak, but Qin Chong, who was sitting on the side, gloated and said, A baby who is less than half a year old and has no teeth yet. You feed him hibiscus cake? If you don't want to beat him, who will you beat?!

I'm just teasing the children, how can I really feed them hibiscus cakes? I'm a father, not to mention how experienced, do I need you, a stupid young man who hasn't become a father, to educate me? Pang Yi withdrew his hand embarrassingly, and stared at Qin Chong in disbelief. Then, in order to show his fatherly feelings, he smiled slightly at Xiao Nianqin in his arms, showing two rows of big white teeth. Nianqin, dear, Daddy will tell you a story. A long time ago, there was a man named Wu Song...

Wow wow wow! The next second, Xiao Nian cried even more heart-piercingly.

Pang Yi: ...

Brother Pang Da, do you want to tell Nian Qin about Wu Song fighting the tiger, Wu Song fighting and killing Ximen Qing, or Wu Song making trouble in Happy Forest? Qin Chong said silently, Do you think Nian Qin would like to hear it?

Pang Yi was about to explode when Xiao Nian cried, and at this moment, he was ridiculed by Qin Chong again. How could he stand it? He immediately glared at Qin Chong coldly: You can do it!

Okay, give me a try. Qin Chong put down the tea cup in his hand, stretched out his hands silently, hugged Xiao Nianqin in his arms, and said softly while patting Xiao Nianqin, Nianqin Be good, uncle will tell you about The Legend of the White Snake. Ha, once upon a time at the foot of Mount Qingcheng, there were two big worms. One was as thick as a water tank, the other was as thick as a washbasin. Even if you don't talk about it, it's a foot long...