The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Yeah, girl... The voice from the window seemed to be raving, so far away, and so unreal, after a pause, the people inside seemed to wake up suddenly, suddenly lifted the quilt, and climbed to the window In front of her, she pushed open the window, Girl, it's really you!

Zhong Mingwei... When she spoke again, Meiya's voice became hoarse. She felt that she was really worthless, but facing this face that made her think about it day and night, she couldn't help it. She had to stretch out her hand to wipe her eyes, and she didn't dare to look at Zhong Mingwei again. She just hugged the big bowl full of rice dumplings in her arms, and then sniffed, Just, are you alone?

Zhong Mingwei was startled, and then he understood. Looking at the girl in front of him who looked like a puppy headed by mud, his heart was about to burst from pain, his lips trembled, and then he whispered: There is no one else. Myself.

Meiya felt relieved suddenly, then she untied her coat and put the big bowl of zongzi on the window sill, while whispering to Zhong Mingwei: It's warm, it's just right to eat.

Zhong Mingwei's eyes fell on the bowl of rice dumplings in front of him, and then he looked at Meiya again, and when he spoke again, his voice trembled: This...you made it?

I made it, eat it quickly, the rice dumplings I made are delicious, Grandma Chen and Mr. Chen have been praising me... Meiya whispered, she didn't dare to look at Zhong Mingwei, fearing that she would lose her temper, so she kept Barely staring at the two big hands on the window sill, but even so, her tears still couldn't stop, those hands used to caress her face so tenderly, unbuttoned her roguely, Then carefully grind the ugly stone into two pendants...

It was also these hands that held the chess pieces and played against Xiao An by candlelight.

The whole face was soaked, Meiya felt that it was difficult to breathe, she couldn't stay any longer, she wiped her face in a hurry, then lifted her skirt, turned her head and ran away.

Zhong Mingwei looked at Meiya who staggered and ran away, trembling all over his body, he wanted to chase after him, even if he had to drag these two unfit legs, even if he didn't want his face, he wanted to chase after him, chase after her. This humble girl with no self at all who should hate him so much, but didn't even dare to look at him from the beginning to the end, but he still didn't chase her out, holding her hands tightly. On the window sill, he watched the girl disappear into the night, and then he suddenly collapsed on the kang, letting tears slide down the corners of his eyes.

Master... Pang Yi had heard the movement a long time ago, and he came out after Meiya left. Standing in front of the window at this time, looking at the bowl of zongzi, Pang Yi was also inexplicably blocked. , he struggled to open his mouth, How about... take Madam back?

When he didn't get an answer, Pang Yi couldn't help but let out a sigh, and when he was about to take a step, he heard Zhong Mingwei stop him.

Pang Yi.

Huh? Pang Yi turned around in a hurry, and looked at the dark room with surprise on his face. In fact, he couldn't see anything except his two frighteningly bright eyes. He asked a little excitedly, Master, what are you doing? Have you figured it out? Are you willing to let Madam come back?

Tomorrow, get someone to repair the windows, Zhong Mingwei said in a deep voice, paused, and then added, Replace the two doors with new ones.

Master, you are... Pang Yi was stunned, and then he stuck his head into the window, You are really determined to... cut off contact with Madam.

Zhong Mingwei didn't speak any more, and stretched out his hand to pull the quilt over his head.

Pang Yi stood there in a daze for a while, then walked away silently.

...

the next day.

Meiya woke up early, because today is the day when Jixian Bookstore starts classes. In the past, at this time, Grandma Chen would get up early to cook for Chen Qingxuan, but now that Meiya is here, she is not needed The old man went to the kitchen in person, and Grandma Chen also intended to let the two of them have time alone, so Meiya was more than happy to cook for Chen Qingxuan instead of her, so when Chen Qingxuan came together, she saw that Meiya had already Zhang Luo prepared a table of exquisite meals, and when he was staring blankly at the meals on the table, he watched Meiya bring out a bowl of millet porridge.