The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

No... Didn't you buy the pork leg and send it to me? Kong Wenjie said in a low voice, with a hint of pitifulness in his voice that he couldn't detect.

Who... who sent it to you? Fang Chengyin was still stubborn, and while sniffing, she said, That's why I bought a pork leg and sent it to you because of my brain failure.

Oh, is that so? Kong Wenjie said in a deep voice, feeling so depressed that he couldn't breathe. It was obviously not like that day, and at that time, Fang Chengyin didn't treat him like this. What's going on?

Kong Wenjie stood stiffly in front of the table, looking at the big pot of steaming pork bone soup, feeling lost for a while, remembering that morning——

You really made the pork bone soup? Do you know how to cook?

My father and mother passed away twenty years ago, and we are the only two brothers left to depend on each other. Naturally, we have to learn how to do everything. My brother never wants to see the kitchen, so I have to learn how to do it.

Why haven't I seen you cook before?

There are only eight cooks in the magistrate's yamen, how can I cook?

But their cooking is not as delicious as yours?

Then why do you want to eat pork bone soup, just come to me.

Oh.

...

That was really not the case that day, that day, the girl obviously liked to drink the soup he stewed so much, that day, the girl looked at him with such gentle eyes, that he thought that in the girl's heart, he might be different from other people, at least Not just a guard.

However, he misunderstood in the end, and in the end it was wishful thinking.

How could a toad like him dare to imagine a white swan?

It's ridiculous and sad.

Kong Wenjie wiped his face, then picked up the food box, and while bowing to Cheng Yin, he said respectfully, Miss, take care, this subordinate will leave.

After finishing speaking, Kong Wenjie turned around and walked out, but was stopped by Fang Chengyin from behind again.

Where are you going? Fang Chengyin looked at him turning around so quickly and leaving, her heart was so angry and sour, she still couldn't hold back, and called Kong Wenjie, Why? I just came out for a while You just want to hurry back, don’t you? Are you so worried about your sweetheart?”

Kong Wenjie was startled, then turned around and looked at Fang Chengyin in a daze: Sweetie? What sweetheart do you mean? Who is my sweetheart?

You are still pretending to me! Fang Chengyin looked at him with such a dumbfounded look, and she couldn't help but get angry, Don't you know who you like? Don't you know?!

Kong Wenjie looked at Fang Chengyin's ferocious face, and his heart began to plop plop again. He was a little annoyed and a little self-disgusted. He lowered his head to avoid Fang Chengyin's gaze, and then Said: I know.

Fang Chengyin saw him admit it, and her heart was sore at once. She felt that she was humiliating herself, but she just couldn't control her duplicity: Very good! You still What a daredevil! Not bad! I, Fang Chengyin, wish you infertile and full of children and grandchildren!

Kong Wenjie felt that Fang Chengyin seemed to have misunderstood something, so he frowned and asked, What do you mean by that?

What do you mean? Don't you understand? I sincerely wish you and that ugly girl of yours! Fang Chengyin decided to go all out, got up and walked in front of Kong Wenjie, pointing at him and saying, Do you dare to say that the pearl flower was not bought for that ugly girl?! Do you dare to say that you don't like that ugly girl?!

I liked it. Kong Wenjie looked at Fang Chengyin's frenzied and furious face that had never been seen before, and his unsteady heart suddenly fell to the ground.

I knew you were sure... Fang Chengyin continued to growl, growling and growling, then fell silent. She stared at Kong Wenjie, pursed her lips, and asked a little anxiously, What do you mean by liking?

I liked it in the past, but I don't like it now, Kong Wenjie said slowly, and while putting down the food box in his hand, he stood up again, and said to Fang Chengyin seriously, That girl is nothing but my mother. In addition, the first woman who cooked and washed for me, although she was only regarded as a servant girl at that time, I was very grateful to her in my heart. She had been serving me with such sincerity and sincerity all the way from the capital to Ninggu Pagoda. Looking at us brothers, in fact we are nothing more than mere guards, how can we be better than her? But she is so afraid of us that she dare not say a word.