The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Maybe it's because of the comfortable life recently. Ah Chou's skin is much more delicate than when he first came to Ningguta. It was an unhealthy, yellowish white at first glance, but now it is a rosy, healthy white, really like a boiled egg with its skin peeled off.

Zhong Mingwei stared fixedly at Ah Chou's side face. At this time, he was a little crazy. With the kind of eyes that he didn't know but could be moved by others just by looking at him. The character, with the look in his eyes now, is almost tiresome to death.

Obviously this is someone he can see all day long, and obviously this is not a face that can overwhelm the country.

But this is his sharp heart, the sharp heart that he will never get tired of seeing in his life.

But at this moment, his heart is concentrating on making wedding clothes for others. He is really not feeling well. While rubbing his legs, he thinks in his heart that he must hurry up and wait until next year. As soon as spring begins, he will get better. He will go down the mountain to buy the best silk and satin for his heart, and ask the best embroiderer to make his own phoenix crown and Xiapei for his heart.

However, this girl is afraid that she looks down on other people's embroiderers, so she must be clamoring to embroider by herself, right?

That's fine, when the time comes, let her embroider, she can embroider whatever flowers she likes, and let her do everything.

...

While thinking, Zhong Mingwei couldn't help pulling his lips, and saw that Ah Chou had already embroidered half of the character 囍. The 囍 was about the size of a fingernail. Although it was only half embroidered, it was extremely delicate and beautiful. Not only Zhong Mingwei felt good, but even A Chou was very satisfied. She straightened her aching waist, and then Zhong Mingwei was so busy that she brought another bowl of brown sugar jujube tea over.

Didn't you just drink it just now? Why do you want to drink it again? Ah Chou muttered, feeling a little unhappy. It's true that she likes to drink jujube tea, but she can't resist drinking it all the time.

You have to drink that too, Zhong Mingwei urged her, coaxing patiently, Drink more, and the pain will be less.

It's really long-winded, I care about everything. Sometimes, I always feel like you are like my father, Ah Chou complained in a low voice. After all, she obediently went to drink the bowl of brown sugar and jujube tea, but she didn't finish it. The remaining half bowl of brown sugar jujube tea was handed to Zhong Mingwei, complaining to him non-stop, No, I really can't drink any more, I can't even eat dinner!

Understood. Zhong Mingwei said with a smile, while lowering his head, he drank the half bowl of sweet and greasy jujube tea.

The tenth day of October in the thirty-second year of Jiasheng

Ning Guta.

The brown sugar jujube tea has been drunk these days, but this time Ah Chou's stomach still hurts. Ah Chou has been moaning since noon. The man rubbed his belly.

Go and make you some brown sugar and ginger tea? Zhong Mingwei was a little worried, and wrapped the quilt around his body tighter to prevent any air from leaking in. Although the room was burning on the kang, it was not cold at all. .

I don't want to drink anymore, now my breath smells like ginger, Ah Chou was not happy, muttered, and then drilled into the man's bad boy, wrapping his hands around the man's waist, like a coquettish milk doll, It's fine if you rub it.

In fact, it is true, although Ah Chou's stomach still hurts this time, but it is only a slight pain. In fact, she passed it with a little bit of patience, but she didn't want to tell Zhong Mingwei, so she pretended to hum in a low voice like before. She didn't want Zhong Mingwei to know that she was looking forward to being so close to Zhong Mingwei these few days every month.

It can be seen that I am more effective than soup and medicine. Zhong Mingwei knew that A Chou was acting like a baby, so he didn't worry about it at the moment, and rubbed A Chou's stomach. It was shriveled in the past, and Zhong Mingwei could feel the softness through his clothes, Stomach hurts, find Lao Xiong. Lao Xiong is not at home, so find San Ba. San Ba ​​is sharpening knives at home, scaring the child to take care of him. Does it hurt? It doesn't hurt...