The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Shut up! Meiya was almost depressed to death, didn't it mean that this man is most calm and taciturn? Then who is this jerk in front of her who is not too shameful? Meiya covered Zhong Mingwei's crooked mouth and glared at him, If you don't dare, I will forgive you.

What are you afraid of? Zhong Mingwei was about to die of grievances, Did you dare not teach your wife new words anymore? Or did you dare not charge your wife tuition anymore?

The corner of Meiya's mouth turned sincerely: ...

Well, sure enough, I still deserve a beating!

You'll know. Meiya smiled slightly at that moment, and this time rolled up her sleeves directly to her arms.

Zhong Mingwei: ...

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forecourt.

The screams were endless, and Pang Yi and Gu Changlin were discussing the battle situation in the backyard with great interest while eating.

Sir, listen to the voice of the master, tsk tsk tsk, you can see how ruthless the madam is. Pang Yi sighed, while holding a chopsticks and eating the pot of meat with gusto.

That's right, that girl has strong hands. Gu Changlin also nodded, pointing to the bucket by the mouth of the well, and said to Pang Yi, It's a bucket full of water. Out of breath, I can't compare to the old man.

Tsk tsk tsk, next time I go to the street, I have to find some Dali pills for my master. Pang Yi shook his head and said, with a sympathetic expression on his face, he couldn't help laughing at the same time, However, I may I just like Madam, maybe she might touch him, hehe.

Boy, if I were you, I wouldn't fall into trouble like you. Gu Changlin looked at Pang Yi with sympathy for a fool, and looked at his stunned expression, which seemed to be confirmed. Gu Changlin sighed Shaking his head, he drank the wine in his glass.

Sir, what do you mean? Pang Yi scratched his head in confusion.

Think about it, Ming Wei lost so much face in front of the girl today, and was beaten like this, who is he going to get back from? Gu Changlin looked at Pang Yi's instantly petrified face, shaking again and again. Shaking his head, he said sympathetically, You have served Ming Wei the longest, so naturally you know Ming Wei the best. He has never been a master who can pull a boat...

Sir, I and I have something else to do, so I won't accompany you for dinner. Before Gu Changlin finished speaking, Pang Yi had already put down his chopsticks and ran out of the courtyard without looking back, If the Lord is looking for me, Just say I'm not coming back today!

This silly boy. Gu Changlin shook his head with a smile, poured himself another glass of Pear Blossom White, and drank it with gusto.

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Jiasheng thirty-three years June fifteen

Ning Guta.

Prefect Yamen.

After driving for six days, Kong Wenmin and Kong Wenjie finally escorted the injured Fang Chengyin back to Ninggu Tower, and the carriage entered the courtyard. Before Kong Wenmin had time to drink some hot tea, Fang Zuotang called him away , Kong Wenjie also wanted to follow, but before he could take a step, Fang Chengyin secretly grabbed his sleeve, and Kong Wenjie had to stand still in front of the carriage.

What are you doing? After Kong Wenmin left the small courtyard, Kong Wenjie frowned and looked at the white and tender hand that was pulling his sleeve, feeling unspeakable irritability and suffering in his heart, I'm not afraid of being seen. gone.

So what if you see it? Fang Chengyin looked indifferent, Could it be that I, a young lady, wants to rob a common man?

When Kong Wenjie heard her say that, he couldn't help but his heart skipped a beat. He silently looked sideways at that delicate face, and then suddenly lowered his eyes again: Don't be like this.

What's wrong with me? Fang Chengyin looked at his awkward appearance, and wanted to laugh for no reason, It makes me look like a shameless apprentice.

I...I'll help you down, Kong Wenjie was really upset, and he didn't think about anything else at the moment, while reaching out to help Fang Chengyin get off the car carefully, seeing Fang Chengyin's slightly frowning brows, Kong Wenjie also felt severe pain in his heart, and asked in a low voice, What's the matter? Does the wound still hurt?

What do you think? Fang Chengyin glared at him, gasping for breath from the pain, Ouch!

Kong Wenjie was a little anxious: Then go back to your room and rest, and I'll change your medicine later.

Fang Chengyin's face turned red, and she spat in a low voice: Bah! They're all back, who will use you to change the medicine?