The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Pang Yi immediately inserted the dagger into his waist, and was about to run to open the door, but thinking about what Zhong Mingwei said during the day, Pang Yi's feet seemed to have taken root. He didn't move, and stood in the middle of the yard, facing There was an endless sound of kicking the door, and behind him was Zhong Mingwei who was sleeping soundly...

Or the sober Zhong Mingwei.

Pang Yi looked at the front, and then at the back, his heart jumped into his throat. In the end, he ran over and opened the door: Ma'am...

As soon as Pang Yifu opened the door, Meiya rushed in. Pang Yi was too busy to catch up, but he didn't dare to stop him. In fact, there was no need to stop him, because Meiya didn't rush into the house, she just ran there. She stood in front of the window, and then stopped, staring at the tightly closed window, staring at the brand new, undamaged window...

Then he let go of his hands, and the chestnuts in his arms cracked and rolled to the ground.

Zhong Mingwei, you really... Meiya opened her mouth tremblingly. Just now she looked like a frightening mad woman, but now she looked like a poor and confused deer, with tears streaming down her face. Not caring about wiping, she stepped forward quickly, tiptoed on the window sill, and choked up, You really don't want me anymore, do you?

There was no answer, and apart from the bleak evening wind in my ears, there was no sound between the sky and the earth.

Meiya shed tears silently facing the window, and then suddenly lay down on the window sill and wailed: Zhong Mingwei! Zhong Mingwei!

Pang Yi's heart ached while watching, he was so busy that he came over and whispered to Meiya: Ma'am, Master has already fallen asleep, why don't you...

Pang Yi couldn't continue, this was not what he wanted to say at all, but what could he say? Whether facing the weeping Meiya or the depressed and desperate Zhong Mingwei, he had nothing to say.

Yeah, what can I say? How could he, an outsider, break such a deadlock?

Zhong Mingwei, don't want me! I...I don't mind An Shi anymore! I don't worry about how many women you have, as long as you don't leave me... Meiya cried so hard that she couldn't catch her breath Feeling down, she lost all strength in every part of her body, she couldn't stand still anymore, she slid down against the wall little by little, and then sat in the mud, her clothes were soaked by the muddy water, she didn't care about anything When I got up, I begged pitifully but not humblely, Zhong Mingwei, I'm too greedy, I shouldn't... I shouldn't expect you to be nice to me alone, I was wrong! I really know I was wrong! Please! Don't...don't do this to me, okay? If, if you're still angry, just treat me like a servant, just like when I first came to Ningguta, I...I will serve you well For Mrs. An, please, please...

Ma'am, don't be like this... Pang Yi couldn't stand it any longer. He walked over and tried to pull Meiya up from the ground, but Meiya just couldn't get up, and she was desperately holding on to the wall, as if she was afraid that she would be killed if she got up. As if Pang Yi was thrown out, Pang Yi only felt that his chest was extremely stuffy, he couldn't take it anymore, he couldn't help but watch Meiya ruining himself so much, he took a few breaths, and then knelt down on Meiya Beside him, he said in a hoarse voice, Ma'am, Lord, isn't he...

Pang Yi! Send her down the mountain! Suddenly, a man shouted angrily from the room, which only frightened Pang Yi so much that he couldn't speak anymore. Since he came to Ninggu Tower, he had never seen Zhong Mingwei lose his temper. Forgot what kind of temper Zhong Mingwei used to have, and what kind of terrifying face he had when he got angry.

Zhong Mingwei! Meiya jumped up from the ground as if she had grasped a life-saving straw, and then ran towards the room while leaning on the wall, bumping into the door frame, and ran straight into the bedroom without caring about the pain. There was no wax in the bedroom, but Meiya ran to the kang in three or two steps, and then climbed onto the kang without any explanation. She hugged Zhong Mingwei tightly while continuing to cry, Zhong Mingwei, don't drive me away, Don't chase me away...

The air is full of the smell of buds, mixed with the smell of fireworks and green grass, this is the smell that Zhong Mingwei thinks about day and night, but at this moment, he is breathing greedily, as if he missed tonight, and he will never smell it again .