The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Yes, this subordinate will leave. Pang Yi looked at the bowl of cold medicine on the table, and wanted to remind Zhong Mingwei to get up and drink the medicine, but in the end he just forgot it.

What Gu Changlin said was right, Zhong Mingwei was angry, and no matter how much medicine he drank, it would be in vain.

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The fifth day of May in the thirty-three year period of Jiasheng.

Dragon Boat Festival.

Jixian Bookstore.

Early in the morning, Chen Qingxuan drove Meiya and Grandma Chen to Jixian Bookstore in a donkey cart, and he went back to the village. There were still some books and gifts at home to be transported, so Meiya and Grandma Chen stayed in the private school There are zongzi in it.

Girl, who did you learn how to make zongzi from? Grandma Chen watched Meiya make triangular and long zongzi, and she was full of praise, It's really beautiful.

I used to learn from... the elders in my family when I was in the capital, Meiya said with a smile, while stroking the reed leaves and continuing to make zongzi. She is very dexterous, and she also taught me embroidery.

In the past, at the Huanyi Bureau, every time it came to the Dragon Boat Festival, some reed leaves and glutinous rice would be handed out. The maid next to me was too lazy to wrap it, but Meiya liked it the most. I feel very fulfilled, and the zongzi is also delicious. It is rare for a rough court lady to eat glutinous rice once a year. Making zongzi for dozens of people, so to speak, Xiangma still patiently taught her how to make zongzi.

There are so many Xiangmao meetings, Meiya is still deeply moved.

Girl, who are other relatives in your family? Grandma Chen put down the zongzi in her hand and looked at Meiya.

Grandma Chen wanted to ask this question a long time ago, but there was never a suitable opportunity. At this time, taking advantage of Chen Qingxuan's absence and the two of them at home, Grandma Chen hurriedly asked. Ever since Meiya moved into her house, Grandma Chen She became more and more ambitious, no matter how good the two children were, and Chen Qingxuan, whom no one looked up to before, obviously cared about Meiya. Grandma Chen couldn't help but be overjoyed. He wanted to ask about Meiya's family situation so that he could prepare a bride price in the future.

My family... Meiya obviously couldn't guess what Grandma Chen meant, and immediately put the rice dumplings wrapped in her hand into the basin, while lowering her eyebrows and said, I'm the only one in my family.

What... what does this mean? Grandma Chen was really taken aback, paused, and asked Meiya cautiously, Girl, where are... your parents?

My parents died early, Meiya said in a deep voice, I was sold to a rich family as a girl early in the morning.

So that's how it is, Grandma Chen sighed, and patted Meiya's hand, Girl, it's okay, you still have us, aren't Qingxuan and I your family?

Yes, Meiya nodded with a smile, Grandma, I have always been very grateful to you and Mr. Chen.

If you are really grateful, don't let Mr. Chen grow up with Mr. Chen in the future. It sounds like a lot of births, Grandma Chen joked deliberately, Girl, if you are not used to calling him elder brother, then just call him by his first name. Or call Qingxuan Ducheng!

How can this work? Meiya was taken aback and waved her hands in a hurry, Grandma, please stop joking with me.

Aren't you kidding, I'm telling you the truth, Grandma Chen said with a smile on her face, she reached out to take reed leaves and scooped rice into it, paused, then asked Meiya casually, By the way Girl, since you have no relatives, who is that gentleman on the mountain? Is it your uncle?

Meiya was startled, and dropped the spoon in her hand on the floor. She picked it up in a hurry, went to the kitchen to wash it, and then sat down again: He is not my uncle.

Who is that? Grandma Chen looked at Meiya, Could it be your master?

Yes, he is my master. Meiya nodded, thinking silently, if Miss Duan didn't commit suicide and came to Ninggu Pagoda, wouldn't Zhong Mingwei be her master? It's just that Miss Duan committed suicide after all, and she even forgot her original identity...

Grandma Chen paused, and a handful of rice grains leaked out of the reed leaves. She hurriedly fetched a mat, tied up the rice dumplings, and put them in the basin.

Grandma Chen's mind was in a mess. She thought about the lame man's attitude towards Meiya that morning, and then thought about the scene where the two were alone in the same room. The more she thought about it, the more she felt wrong. It didn't matter that the man with the legs was Meiya's uncle, but now that she knew that the two were just master and servant, Grandma Chen was naturally full of doubts. She looked at Meiya who was making dumplings quickly. Ya, hesitant to speak, but in the end Grandma Chen asked: Girl, why did you suddenly think of coming to our house this time?