The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Having said that, Zhong Mingwei paused, and while kissing Meiya's slightly sweaty shoulder, he continued: Sometimes I think, even if I grab that piece of gold bump, so what? Repeating the current life of the father, the wife is not a wife, and the son is not a son. There are so many women and children in the harem, but he is just a loner. What's the point? But more often, I think, I I have to be a prince, I have to aspire to the top nine, because only then can I get rid of all the shackles imposed on me. I don't want to be a puppet of the Xu family, let alone a place where all the princes want to die The thorn in my eyes, so I can only stick to it all the way, knowing that this is not a good way, and knowing that I may not be able to appreciate the infinite scenery at the end, but I really have no choice, who let me be born in the heavenly family? The only son of the empress, maybe others have a choice, but I really can't choose. At that time, I only knew that if I want to live well, I have to be ruthless, and if I want to live well, I need to stand on the top.

Zhong Mingwei's lips lingered lightly on the scar on Meiya's neck, wondering if it was because of too much sweat just now, but now the scar was not as dark red as usual, but a little pink, Like peach blossoms falling on the snow, Zhong Mingwei lay there kissing and kissing again and again, really addicted to it, until Meiya moved his body uncomfortably, then he stopped, and took the handkerchief for Meiya Wiping off his sweat, he continued to babble: But, I am not the only prince, and I am not the only one who wants to climb to the highest place, so over the years, people have hurt me, and I have also hurt others. I have long been used to it. It's because people are inherently kind, but this doesn't apply to the Tian family. People from the Tian family are born to be harmful. It's not like I haven't done anything that can kill dozens or even hundreds of lives with just a word of mouth. , girl, without you...

At this point, Zhong Mingwei couldn't continue. He stared blankly at the candles on the table, and after a long while, he sighed silently.

Girl, without you, my life would be in vain.

Meiya seemed to be sleeping restlessly, turned over, and arched into Zhong Mingwei's arms again. Zhong Mingwei looked at her flushed face and the small light pink scar on her chin, and was a little lost in thought. He leaned over and kissed the scar, and when he spoke again, his voice was unbelievably gentle: So how can a wicked person like me meet such a lovely person like you?

Zhong Mingwei gently stroked the scar with his fingertips, from the chin to the neck, and from the neck to the arm, the scars that Meiya never wanted to show in front of him, all of them were presented to him at this time, and the more he looked at it, the more sad it was: At that time, you must have died of pain? For a stranger like me, you almost risked your life. How can you be such a stupid and good girl?

Facing the long scar, Zhong Mingwei's eyes were a little wet, and in the light flickering of the candle flame, he seemed to see how that girl pulled him out through the sea of ​​flames on New Year's Eve. How did she endure the severe pain to wash her clothes in fear, and how did that girl shed tears while looking at her scar in the mirror...

It's all for him, from beginning to end, whether it's this ugly scar, or the low self-esteem and cowardice these years, it's all because of him.

Zhong Mingwei's heart had never been so hurt before, he hugged the little girl in his arms even tighter, not letting any gap between them, just hugging so tightly.

Girl, it's you who made me live such a good life, Zhong Mingwei said lightly, while gently rubbing Meiya's face, Just wait and see, how I will treat you in the future.

The person in his arms snorted a little irritably, Zhong Mingwei didn't dare to speak anymore, he just looked at the little girl in his arms without blinking, smiling stupidly for a while, wiping the corners of his eyes in a useless way for a while, It wasn't until the candle was burned out that Zhong Mingwei fell asleep in a daze.

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Jiasheng Thirty-three Years May Twenty

Ning Guta.

Nanshan Bieyuan.

Just after five o'clock, Grandma Chen woke up. She didn't go home yesterday, so she directly stayed in Nanshan Bieyuan. Gu Qingtong didn't leave either. At this time, she woke up with Grandma Chen while yawning, and asked Grandma Chen while washing up. Grandma, what are we doing up so early? Sister Meiya didn't come from her mother's house to her husband's house, and she just held weddings at home, so why should I be so particular about it?