The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Xiao Anshi nodded while sobbing: I...I know, I have always... been assured of you, very, very relieved, otherwise I, would not have slept so soundly in front of you...

Xiao An was talking about spending the night in the wild, and Pang Yi naturally knew it. Now that he recalled the scene at that time, Pang Yi was really moved and nostalgic. He leaned over and kissed Xiao An's wet eyes, and said softly : Do you still want to eat roasted rabbit?

You...do you want to bake it for me again? Xiao An's choked up and couldn't stop, but she looked at Pang Yi with her bright eyes, Can you apply more bees and honey this time? This time, there is no oil or salt, and it is... not tasty at all.

It's not delicious and you still eat so much? Pang Yi laughed big, I didn't eat enough to fill your stomach.

That's me, I'm very hungry, otherwise I, I wouldn't eat your roasted rabbits, Xiao An said with a twitch, Your cooking is really...so bad, even our worst, worst... No cook can compare.

Are you serious? Pang Yi's face darkened immediately, pretending to be angry to scare Xiao An, I'm so bad in your eyes?

Yes, yes, what I'm telling is the truth, Xiao An twitched authentically, while putting his arms around Pang Yi's neck, and then looked at him with wet eyes, But no matter how good the cook is, I can't compare to you, you... No one, no one can compare to your love for me.

Hey, I just like your little mouth, Pang Yi immediately smiled, and hastily moved over to kiss Xiao An's twitching lips, while smiling again, Hey, don't cry, this time two The hind legs are all yours.

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Jiasheng thirty-three years in May nineteenth.

evening.

Ning Guta.

Nanshan Bieyuan.

When Chen Qingxuan sent Grandma Chen and Gu Qingtong over in the afternoon, Zhong Mingwei was writing couplets and happy characters in the backyard, while Meiya was grinding for him, and by the way kept praising his man's handwriting for being beautiful, his man was proud of it , there are more than a dozen more Chinese characters, saying that they are also pasted on every pomegranate tree in the family.

Master, Ma'am. Pang Yi gently knocked on the door outside. Since moving to Nanshan Bieyuan, Pang Yi would not come to the backyard easily. Even if he came over for something, he would knock on the door first.

Come in, Meiya turned her head to the doorway when she heard the sound, while watching Pang Yi come in, she casually asked Pang Yi, What's the matter? Has the master of the wedding banquet invited you?

The master has been invited, he is the master of Zhenweizhai, Pang Yi nodded and said with a smile, As soon as the magistrate heard the good news, he rushed to ask the master of Zhenweizhai to come over to help us. Arrange for the master to live in the front yard.

Well, that's good. Meiya nodded, and looked at Zhong Mingwei with a smile, The chefs at Zhenweizhai are very skilled. You don't know if you haven't eaten it before.

Then I will know now, Zhong Mingwei said to him with a smile, while looking at Pang Yi who was still standing there, Is there anything else?

Yes, Pang Yi nodded in a hurry, Mr. Chen came over early in the morning, saying that Grandma Chen was worried about Madam's lack of preparation, so she thought that she would come here in the evening to clean up for Madam.

Is grandma here? Meiya stood up in a hurry, and looked at Pang Yi with surprise and joy, Why don't you invite her in?

Madam Qi, Grandma Chen has just arrived and is currently picking peanuts in the front yard. Pang Yi hurriedly said.

What is she picking up peanuts for? Meiya looked curious, she didn't care if Zhong Mingwei had enough ink, and hurried to the front yard, Mingwei, I'm going to see grandma.

Understood, it's getting dark, be careful where you step, Zhong Mingwei nodded, watching her go out happily, and at the same time, his eyes fell on Pang Yi who was still standing like a lump of wood, Are you still standing there? Is something wrong?

Yes, Pang Yi scratched his head, walked to the table and sat down, and said with some embarrassment, Master, tomorrow, I want... I want to bring her to greet you and your wife.

Who is she? Naturally, both Zhong Mingwei and Pang Yi are Qinger. Zhong Mingwei didn't speak, but continued to write the word 囍 earnestly while holding the pen, but Pang Yi was so anxious that he hurriedly went to grind Zhong Mingwei, while carefully saying : Master, Ma'am already... know?