The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Okay! Guest officer, please come inside! The waiter in the shop smiled even more happily. In the first month, the business is inevitably sluggish, and most of the inn is empty. At this time, there are people staying in the inn. He was too busy to lead the horse, while apologizing, You and Madam go in first, and I will lead the carriage to the backyard for you!

After finishing speaking, the waiter in the shop hummed a little song and led the carriage towards the backyard. On the pure white snow, there were only two people standing one behind the other.

Why didn't you explain just now? Xiao An turned her head and looked at Pang Yi who had been silent behind her. Her dry lips uttered words with astringency, I am your master's wife, what kind of wife is you?

Pang Yi didn't say a word, but his hands in his sleeves were clenched suddenly. He kept his head down, and then strode into the inn. Xiao An looked at his back, his eyes suddenly turned red, he paused, and bit his tongue. Gritting his teeth, he followed him into the inn.

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Pang Yi only opened one upper room, and Xiao An followed him up the stairs suspiciously and nervously. Before spending the night on the road, every time he had to open two rooms, why this time, Pang Yi only had two rooms. Opened a room?

Ma'am, I have already told the shopkeeper that they will bring you three meals a day. Pang Yi checked the room to make sure there were no hidden dangers, then stopped and walked to Xiao'an's In front of him, he explained carefully, This inn is located in the center of the street, no more than in the wild where there are no people for dozens of miles. Don't be afraid. If you are really scared, just pull the bell at the door, and the shopkeeper will hear you. ,By the time……

You don't live here? Xiao An looked at Pang Yi in surprise, Where are you going?

I'll go up the mountain to see His Highness first, Pang Yi said in a deep voice, while taking off a dagger from his waist, and put it on the table next to Xiao An, You take this for self-defense.

When are you coming back? Xiao An looked at the dagger, pursed her lips, then looked up at Pang Yi nervously.

As soon as he met Xiao An's eyes, Pang Yi moved his eyes away in a hurry, and said: Your Highness doesn't know that Madam has come to Ninggu Pagoda, I have to report to His Highness first, and then pick Madam up the mountain...

Then what if His Highness doesn't want to see me at all? Or maybe it's Duan...oh, no, is it because the real lady can't tolerate me? Xiao An stared straight at Pang Yi, When the time comes, I will What should I do? Should I stay with His Highness in a shameless manner, or stay in this inn all the time?

Pang Yi glanced at her, didn't speak, then turned around and left the room. With the sound of closing the door, Xiao An's straight back suddenly loosened, and then she lay down on the table. She stared at the dagger on the table without blinking, then raised her hand and swept the dagger to the ground. She closed her eyes a little annoyed, and after a while, she bent down again and picked up the dagger. dagger.

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Jixian Bookstore.

Zhong Mingwei felt extremely uncomfortable. He felt uncomfortable from the inside to the outside. It was more than ten times worse than yesterday. Since he woke up today, his forehead hadn't been dry. After working for a while, the sweat dripped down his face again, so he simply stopped wiping the sweat, and sat on the kang panting quickly, enduring the pain while looking at Ah Chou's sleeping face without blinking.

This girl can really sleep, it's already dawn, she hasn't woken up yet, Zhong Mingwei looked at Ah Chou's little red face, couldn't help laughing, since there wasn't a neat spot all over her body, But facing this small face, he felt very comfortable and at ease. He moved in and stretched out his hand to tuck the quilt for Ah Chou. Hands dishonestly picked up the quilt.

Sleep well, Zhong Mingwei leaned over and kissed Ah Chou's face, and said softly, If you fall asleep, your stomach will stop hurting.

The reason why Ah Chou was so ill this time was because of typhoid fever, but also because of abdominal pain. The combination of these two factors almost killed Ah Chou. Fortunately, the treatment was timely. Ah Chou Chou regained his life, but Zhong Mingwei still had lingering fears when he looked at A Chou's peaceful sleeping face. If he hadn't noticed A Chou's abnormality that night, or if Chen Qingxuan hadn't happened to pass by and meet them early yesterday morning...

I really can't think about it too much, as soon as I think about it, the sweat on his body will drip even more.