The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Got it! Got it! It's getting more and more verbose, Ah Chou muttered, and smiled as if he suddenly remembered something, Then it's agreed that we will go skating together next year. I have to keep my word, I have never ice-skated on the river before, in the palace, I watched the guards skating on the Taiye Pond, I was so envious.

Since you're so greedy, why don't you go skate together? Zhong Mingwei asked.

How dare I? Ah Chou gave Zhong Mingwei a white look, I'm a rough court lady, I can't wait to put my face on the ground when I walk, and dare to go skating on the Taiye Pond? Do you think my life is too long?

In the future... Zhong Mingwei blurted out, but he closed his mouth after only two words.

What next? Ah Chou raised his head and asked.

Whenever you want to skate in the future, I will accompany you, Zhong Mingwei said with a smile, while reaching out to caress Ah Chou's cool cheek, he said softly, Go in, it's going to be windy.

Yes. Ah Chou agreed, while pulling his hand out from Zhong Mingwei's armpit, and then carefully helped Zhong Mingwei into the room.

After helping Zhong Mingwei to the kang, Ah Chou was too busy to boil a pot of jujube tea to keep the two of them away from the cold.

Zhong Mingwei sat on the kang, watching Ah Chou quickly light the fire and make tea, the corners of his mouth slightly turned up, showing a gentle arc.

What happened just now? Why did he almost say that he was going to take this girl to skate on the Taiye Pond in the future?

In this life, how could he have a chance to return to Beijing? Even if there is, he will definitely not return. No matter how prosperous and rich the capital is, what good is there? No matter how desolate and poor Ning Guta is, in his eyes, everything is good.

Drink it all in one gulp, a cup of hot jujube tea was delivered to Zhong Mingwei, followed by the girl's bluff threat, Drink it while it's hot, and don't leave a drop, or I won't be cruel. beat you!

Facing the bowl of jujube-flavored and orange-red tea in front of him, the smile on Zhong Mingwei's face deepened.

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Jiasheng Thirty-two Years November 20th

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Yanxi Palace.

When Concubine Zhao and Fourth Prince Zhong Mingrong were having breakfast in the Warm Pavilion, they heard the lady-in-waiting come in to report that the Third Prince had arrived. Concubine Zhao was very surprised. Counting the time, the morning court had just ended. Just came over eagerly, and she didn't even want to avoid people's eyes and ears in broad daylight. It can be seen that something serious must have happened. Concubine Zhao was so busy that she put down the dishes and urged Zhong Mingrong to go to the study.

Mother and concubine, it's too early to go to the study at this time, the master must not be here. Zhong Mingrong was a little unhappy, and kept aiming at a small wooden sword on the table.

Success, maybe you can play for half an hour before you go to the study, Zhao Guifei didn't have time to argue with her youngest son, Remember you can only play for half an hour!

Yes, yes, yes! Thank you, Concubine Mother! Zhong Mingrong was so busy to thank you, and then went out happily with a small wooden sword, and met Zhong Mingzheng who was rushing in head-on, and said with a smile, Third brother, you are here! !

Zhong Mingzheng nodded impatiently, and then went straight into the Nuan Pavilion.

Mother and concubine, do you know? Zhong Mingzheng had an uncontrollable anger as soon as he entered the Nuan Pavilion, Father, how could he do this?!

What's wrong? So loud? Concubine Zhao Guifei wiped her mouth, got up and sat on the soft couch, frowned and asked Zhong Mingzheng, What's the matter? It's so early in the morning, I'm so angry.

My son can't help being angry, Zhong Mingzheng took a deep breath, then pulled a stool and sat in front of Concubine Zhao, and said to Concubine Zhao in a deep voice, Concubine Mother, the Empress Dowager sent someone to go to Ninggu again yesterday. Damn, you know about this, right?

I know, Zhao Guifei said slowly while sipping tea, Although the crown prince has been deposed, he is still the grandson of the empress dowager. It is understandable for the empress dowager to be concerned. Ning Guta should send some food, clothing and money over there, even your father turned a blind eye to this matter, why are you so angry?

If you just send some food, clothing and money over there, why would your son be angry? He's just a paralyzed man, Zhong Mingzheng snorted coldly, looking at Concubine Zhao, and said in a deep voice, Concubine Mother, the Empress Dowager is still going to Ninggu Pagoda this time. People have passed.

Give someone away? Concubine Zhao paused, put down the teacup in her hand, frowned and looked at Zhong Mingzheng, Who did the Queen Mother send to Ninggu Pagoda?