The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Ah? Zhong Mingwei kissed Ah Chou's round nose, What's wrong?

Just Zhong Mingwei. A Chou blushed even more, and said impatiently.

What's the matter? Zhong Mingwei didn't understand, Why are you still angry?

I want to learn to write... the three words Zhong Mingwei. Ah Chou's face turned even redder, and he looked at Zhong Mingwei with shame and anger with his dark eyes, How many times do you want me to say it?

Facing those watery eyes, Zhong Mingwei's heart was about to melt. He held Ah Chou's face and kissed those red lips again and again. The short beard was stuck on Ah Chou's face. He rubbed against it, making Ah Chou breathless, but he was still reluctant to let go. While reaching out to take the writing brush from A Chou's hand and putting it down, he hugged A Chou and pressed it on the kang to kiss back and forth. .

Zhong Mingwei... Ah Chou was a little scared, Zhong Mingwei was a little out of order today, he always kissed her before, but he never kissed her whole face like this, from forehead to eyes, from nose It reached her chin, and now she is lying on her neck again, back and forth on the dark red scar, Ah Chou is trembling all over, her hands are tightly wrapped around Zhong Mingwei's neck, and she doesn't know whether to stop Zhong Mingwei or urge him Watching Zhong Mingwei continue to go crazy like this.

Call me again, Zhong Mingwei's voice was extremely hoarse and emotional, Girl, call me again...

What, what? Ah Chou didn't know what to say, stammering.

Call me by my name, Zhong Mingwei was a little eager, biting Ah Chou's neck lightly, urging, Say a few more times, don't, don't stop...

Zhong, Zhong Mingwei, Zhong Mingwei... Ah Chou called out tremblingly. He felt shy when he first opened his mouth, but after shouting, Ah Chou's nose became sour for some reason, and she wrapped the man around. Tighter, Zhong Mingwei, I like you so much, I really like you...

The man's body trembled suddenly, and in the next second, he pulled the quilt over the two of them.

...

On this day, I still haven’t practiced Chinese characters. The inkstone on the small table was overturned, and the ink flowed everywhere. The unique smell of ink was so strong that both Zhong Mingwei and Ah Chou could smell it, but they didn’t care about it. A quilt kept them isolated from the world, and in the frantic and absurd throbbing, Zhong Mingwei kissed Ah Chou all over, like a devout monk worshiping the Buddha, or like a brash brat who finally succeeded.

You... what happened to you just now? After a long silence, Ah Chou still asked timidly.

...Don't ask. The thirty-two-year-old man blushed with embarrassment.

But, but... Ah Chou couldn't continue, the man's hand still held her hand tightly, and it hurt her hand, Ah Chou was really shy and palpitating.

In the next second, Zhong Mingwei let go of Ah Chou's hand abruptly, took off his pajamas in a hurry to wipe his hands for Ah Chou, and stammered, In the future... never again...

Nothing? Knowing that it was not a good thing, Ah Chou still had the courage to ask, Just, just like that...

I've said it all, I told you not to ask... Zhong Mingwei didn't know what to say. After the absurdity, he regretted it so much that his intestines turned green. He was afraid that he would scare Ah Chou, but Ah Chou just refused. He kept asking, there was no place to put his old face.

Oh, then I won't ask any more, Ah Chou whispered, and asked Zhong Mingwei with a blushing face, Then you still teach me how to write?

Ming, tomorrow, Zhong Mingwei stammered, Tomorrow I will teach you how to write.

Tomorrow... Ah Chou blinked at Zhong Mingwei, and bit his red lips in embarrassment, Then do you still have to pay tuition tomorrow?

Gudong! The next second, Zhong Mingwei swallowed hard.

The eighth day of December in the thirty-second year of Jiasheng

capital.

Zhongcui Palace.

According to the ancestral system, on the day of Laba, all the princes and concubines have to enter the palace to greet the Lord Long Live and the Queen Mother, and then have a lunch together in the Palace of Compassion and Peace. In previous years, it was just a lunch. This year, the Queen Mother Instead, he prepared two handles of purple jade Ruyi to give to the second concubine Da'an and the second concubine Zou as pillows respectively. Compared with Da'an's joyful blessing and thanksgiving, Zou's complexion is inevitably a little downcast.

After lunch, the second prince Zhong Ming'e and the second concubine Zou Shi went to Zhongcui Palace.

Son/daughter-in-law pay respects to concubine mother. As soon as they entered the warm pavilion, Zhong Ming'e and Mrs. Zou were too busy to greet concubine Shu.