The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Zhong Mingwei was sitting on the stove and lighting a fire, and jujube tea was burning in the pot. A few days ago, he made ginger brown sugar tea for Ah Chou every day. In the past two days, he started to make jujube tea for him. With the sweet fragrance of jujube.

The peach leaves point to the top, and the willow leaves cover the sky. Grandfather Ming, who is in his place, listen to me carefully. This matter happened in the Jingxi Indigo Factory, the firearms camp of the Indigo Factory. , there is a Song Laosan. Speaking of Song Laosan, the couple sell opium. They have no children in their life, and they gave birth to a daughter, Chanjuan...

Zhong Mingwei listened to Ah Chou humming and chirping, and beat the fire stick in his hand to beat the time, patting the ground lightly once and for all.

He had never heard such a little song before, it was popular, straightforward, and unrefined, so it couldn't compare to the elegance and melody of Kunqu Opera, but Zhong Mingwei thought the little song sung by Ah Chou was particularly beautiful, and every word and every word could be heard. In his heart, he didn't spend his time and time on dramas in the past, but now he is looking forward to Ah Chou's more humming in his ears.

When the pot boiled, Zhong Mingwei lifted the lid of the pot, and the hot air suddenly rushed to his face, and the strong smell of jujube rushed straight to his face. His whole body was filled with the sweet smell of jujube, and he took a deep breath. , and then poured a small bowl of brown sugar into the pot, covered the pot again, and kept it on a low heat.

Little girl, she is 16 years older. She has a baby name. The lotus flower is called Dalian. The girl is called Dalian. She is handsome and beautiful. It seems that no one picks flowers, and no one plays a broken pipa. A slave is like Diao Chansi. Lu Bu, it’s like Yu Tangchun in jail thinking about Zhang San. The sun sets, and the autumn insects are making noise. Brother Six, who thinks about it day and night, has come to my door...

Ah Chou was still singing, and the needle and thread in his hand moved back and forth nimbly, embroidering a lotus flower stitch by stitch on the festive red silk.

Stop embroidering, drink the tea first, Zhong Mingwei said, and lifted the lid of the pot again, filled a large bowl of jujube tea, put it on the stove, and urged Ah Chou, Drink it while it's hot. .”

Hey! Ah Chou agreed bluntly, put down the needles and threads in his hands, climbed to the top of the kang, sat cross-legged, held the bowl of hot jujube tea in both hands, and sipped the hot air while blowing drink.

Why don't you drink it? Ah Chou drank a large bowl of jujube tea slowly, sweating all over, and while wiping his sweat with a handkerchief, he asked Zhong Mingwei, It's so sweet, it's very delicious.

I'm a man, what kind of jujube tea should I drink? Zhong Mingwei said while filling a bowl for Ah Chou, Drink some more.

I can't drink any more, my belly is bulging, Ah Chou muttered, lowering his head and patting his flat stomach, Look, I can hardly sit still, my stomach is full of soup, It wobbles as soon as you move it.

Zhong Mingwei's eyes followed her hands and landed on her flat belly, and asked in a low voice, Does your stomach still hurt today?

Ah Chou fell silent immediately, and gently slid his thin hands on his belly a few times, then hummed softly: ...It still hurts a little.

In fact, the pain has been gone for a long time, but if she said it didn't hurt, Zhong Mingwei would definitely not rub her stomach. Ah Chou thought about it, thinking that Zhong Mingwei has been rubbing her stomach so gently these days, she really likes it Tight, just thinking about waiting for a few more days.

It still hurts? Zhong Mingwei obviously didn't understand Ah Chou's twists and turns, and immediately frowned, and said in a deep voice, Why has it been hurting for so many days? It's not good? I have to go to the doctor, don't be sick.

No, no, it's not that serious, just a little pain, Ah Chou waved his hands in a hurry, It's really not serious at all, maybe it will be fine in a few days.

No, you've been in pain for so many days, Zhong Mingwei became more anxious, he looked outside the door, then at Ah Chou, pursed his lips, and finally opened his mouth, Girl, Can you go down the mountain to see the doctor by yourself? Can you last?