The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Well, I'm terribly afraid, Xiao An nodded hastily, and while embarrassingly pressed her face on Pang Yi's chest, giggling, Why do you think you don't understand style? You know that he is I want to find a name to keep you, but you have to expose it, why are you so annoying!

Pang Yi also laughed with her, fell on the bed with Xiao An's arms in his arms, kissed her small mouth that kept laughing, and said with a smile: Yes, I am just an elm lump who doesn't understand style, and I will return to you in the future. Ma'am, please forgive me.

Look at your temperament, you are just as virtuous as that grandson Chu! You are dumb and stupid! Xiao An smiled.

What Sun Tzu Chu? Pang Yi was taken aback, Who is Sun Tzu Chu?

It's the grandson Chu in A Bao. Why haven't you watched Liao Zhai? Xiao An looked curious.

Pang Yi shook his head: No, I can't sit still at the desk since I was a child, and I feel sleepy after reading a book. Except for some military books, I haven't read any other books.

No wonder it's so elm bumpy! Xiao An's face was disgusted, and she took a pillow over for the two of them to sleep on, and then she said enthusiastically, Then let me tell you about A Bao.

Pang Yi nodded hurriedly: Okay.

...

Xiao An told Pang Yi all the thoughts he heard from the storyteller today. After he finished speaking, his mouth was so dry that he got out of bed to drink water, and when he came back, he looked at Pang Yi with a blank expression on his face. I don't know what to think.

Hey, hey, what are you thinking? Xiao An climbed onto the bed and patted Pang Yi with his hand.

I was thinking, the first time that grandson Chu's soul came out of his body, he attached to A Bao's skirt, and followed A Bao back home, sitting and lying down with A Bao, and at night he was with A Bao. Ah Bao is happy. Pang Yi sat up and looked at Xiao An with a serious face, How do you think they are all happy?

The corner of Xiao An's mouth twitched: ...how do I know?!

Pang Yi looked curious: Didn't this storyteller tell you?

Bah! Xiao An suddenly spat hard on Pang Yi's face, blushing with anger, He is a serious storyteller, how could he talk about that nonsense?

Why is it such a mess? I think this is the top priority, Pang Yi smiled and put his arms around Xiao An's, How about... let's discuss it tonight?

Xiao An stammered: ...you, you, go, I'm not afraid anymore, I'm not afraid at all!

No! I'm most afraid of driving at night, and I won't leave without saying anything! The next second, Pang Yi suddenly rolled onto the bed with Xiao An in his arms. While Xiao An screamed, he groped for a long time before finally groping. When it reached the skirt lace, it was gently pulled away, and whispered in Xiao An's ear, Lin'er, it's getting dark, it's time for us to have fun...

Where are you talking so much nonsense... Woo!

...

The fifth day of July in the 33rd year of Jiasheng

capital.

Royal study.

Zhong Zhiheng has been sitting behind the dragon case for a long time since he returned to the royal study after the morning court. Usually at this time, Zhong Zhiheng must be immersed in approving papers, but he didn't today, because the papers are full of dragons. case, but he didn't even move his pen.

The sound of footsteps came from far to near, Zhong Zhiheng slowly raised his head, and saw Zhao Ruhai was opening the curtain and walking forward quickly.

Report to Lord Long Live, King Pingxi has already entered the Meridian Gate.

Understood. Zhong Zhiheng nodded, and waved Zhao Ruhai to retreat. He looked at the hill-like memorial in front of him, and was in a daze for a moment, remembering the time when the late emperor was still alive.

It was also such a dreary day. He sent his younger brother out of the palace. After bidding farewell to the first emperor and his mother from the Qianqing Palace, the two brothers walked forward in silence. The border was restless, the father was seriously ill, and the princes Just around the corner, the Great Zhou Dynasty was turbulent like never before. As the first princes, the two were more tragic than other concubine princes.

Brother, Zhong Zhiling stopped when he reached the Meridian Gate, and looked at Zhong Zhiheng with eyes like a young man's moyu, I'm leaving, father and mother will be taken care of by you.

Understood. Zhong Zhiheng also looked at him. The boy he had grown up with was now half a head taller than him. Looking at each other like this, he still had to raise his head slightly. Reluctant to give up, but Zhong Zhiheng still inexplicably felt a sense of oppression and crisis in his heart.