The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Chen Qingxuan was still surprised at the letter, the donkey cart of Gu Qingtong's family had already arrived, Chen Qingxuan and Meiya sent Gu Qingtong away, and then they stood at the door talking.

What's the matter? Chen Qingxuan looked at Meiya's face, and couldn't help but frowned, Why is your face so bad? After looking up and down again, Chen Qingxuan's brows became even more furrowed, You fell down on the road Did you fall? Where did you fall?

Oh, it's just... I fell down, Meiya looked down at herself with a muddy sound, nodded, and said to Chen Qingxuan, I didn't fall, but I just didn't have the energy. Rest here with you.

Come in quickly, Chen Qingxuan didn't like it, he hurried forward and opened the fenced yard, and while letting Meiya in, he kept urging, Slow down, it's melting the snow a little bit. Yes, it's slipping on the ground.

Oh, I see. Meiya lowered her head and followed Chen Qingxuan into the room.

Girl, are you here? When Grandma Chen saw Meiya coming in, she was so happy that she couldn't help but put down the sewing basket in her hand, and walked over to grab Meiya's hand. Grandma was a little excited and scratched Meiya, Girl, why don't you come to see grandma like this? If it wasn't for the slippery road, grandma would go up the mountain to see you!

Grandma, I'm here... For some reason, Meiya choked up when she opened her mouth. She lowered her head in a hurry and wiped the corners of her eyes. When she looked up again, her face was full of smiles. , Grandma, how is your arm now? Has it recovered?

Okay, okay, that's right, I don't have a clue in my hand, Grandma Chen frowned and pulled Meiya to sit down, and while bringing over the sewing basket and putting it on her lap, she took out a coat from inside, She said to Meiya, Look, girl, I can't even sew such a big hole.

Grandma, let me do it. Meiya took the jacket from Grandma Chen, then threaded the needles quickly, and then sewed it carefully, stitch by stitch.

Chen Qingxuan hurriedly went to the room just now, and took the set of Weak Water Three Thousand teacups. He knew that Meiya liked that set of teacups the most. Afraid of being confused by others, in fact, he is not sure whether Meiya will come here to drink the tea he made in the future, but he still kept the set of teacups well, and it will finally come in handy today, Chen Qingxuan thought It was unavoidable that he was a little excited, and when he washed the cup, poured the tea and brought it over, he saw Meiya sitting in front of the window and sealing her clothes, Chen Qingxuan couldn't help but stop, holding the hot cup in his hand Tea, both heels seemed to have taken root, and she couldn't walk anymore, so she stood at the table and looked at Meiya without blinking.

He has always known that this girl's craftsmanship is good, but he never imagined that there will be a day when this girl sews and mends for himself. Chen Qingxuan's heart is really full of mixed feelings, sweet and sad, and him Unwilling to admit.

He is a scholar, he has read sage books since he was a child, and he knows the most about etiquette, righteousness and shame, so how can he miss other people's wives?

He couldn't, he should have stopped thinking about it early in the morning, since the night of Lantern Festival, when he was standing in front of the gate of the small courtyard halfway up the mountain, he should have stopped thinking about it.

But at this moment, why is he so upset in his heart?

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It's finished, Meiya quickly sewed the jacket, turned it over and checked it again, and made sure it was all right, then folded it and put it aside, and asked Grandma Chen again, Grandma , Do you have any clothes to mend at home? Take them out now, and I'll sew them up for you.

Oh, then I'll look for it. Grandma Chen nodded, and then went into the room to look for clothes.

Drink the tea. Chen Qingxuan walked up to Meiya and handed over the teacup.

Soaked... Shanhongguo? Meiya was indeed thirsty, thirsty and cold, so she took a big sip at the moment, and when she looked up again, her face was full of surprises, Why is Shanhongguo still like this? Is it sweet?

I added two spoonfuls of honey. Chen Qingxuan looked at her and smiled, and also smiled.

I said, it's too sweet, Meiya said with a smile, and while taking another sip, she asked Chen Qingxuan casually, Why do you put so much? You don't like sweet things. No sugar or honey.