The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Does your back still hurt? Ah Chou moved his finger upwards, placed it on the place where Zhong Mingwei fell yesterday, and pressed gently, Does it still hurt here?

It doesn't hurt anymore, didn't you give me a cold compress yesterday? Zhong Mingwei said, while slightly moving his body, hesitantly said, Why don't you try to help me up again? I think today should be better than yesterday Better.

Okay... Ah Chou responded, but suddenly his body froze, and he stood there with staring eyes. After a long time, he carefully sat down again, and said to Zhong Mingwei with a blushing face, I can't do it today... I will help you down in a few days. bed.

Zhong Mingwei looked at A Chou in amazement, usually A Chou was the most active in helping him get out of bed, and he was always chirping to encourage him to get out of bed and go out to bask in the sun, but today is really abnormal.

What's wrong? Zhong Mingwei asked softly, Are you okay?

No, it's okay, what can I do? Ah Chou laughed and said to Zhong Mingwei happily, Grandma Chen took care of the work for me, hehe, I just went down the mountain and just took the work for me Here you go, Grandma Chen is very kind, she does the work for me without being tiring and earns money, I can earn a penny for four embroidery pieces for others, which is much easier than earning money in the palace!

Really? Zhong Mingwei looked at Ah Chou's joyful face with complicated emotions.

Yeah, you wait, I'll show you! Ah Chou ran out while speaking, but she stopped in a hurry, and slowly moved out step by step.

Seeing her awkward walking posture, Zhong Mingwei couldn't help frowning, who did this girl learn such a weird walking posture from? The two heels seem to have webbed feet, their stomachs are closed, and their buttocks are pouted...

By the time Zhong Mingwei realized where his eyes were looking, Ah Chou had already walked out of his sight. Zhong Mingwei stared at the door for a while before suddenly turning his face away.

Why is he staring at the girl's place like an apprentice?

For a moment, Zhong Mingwei's face looked as if it had opened a dyeing workshop, colorful and ugly.

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Look at it! Look at it! It's all here! When Zhong Mingwei was still disgusted with himself, Ah Chou had come in happily holding a sewing basket, and put the sewing basket beside the bed like a baby, doing everything. Introduced to Zhong Mingwei, Look at how good this cloth is, it's made of decent silk, Miss Duan used to wear silk, and this thread is also a high-quality silk thread, of course it's not as good as the one used in the palace, but it's not bad. , Look, this is an embroidery needle, you must have never seen it before, right?

I've seen it. Zhong Mingwei looked at the silver embroidery needle in Ah Chou's hand, and said slowly.

He has seen it, and he has seen it many times. Ding's favorite is embroidery, and he never leaves his embroidery needles. He doesn't often go into the backyard, but every time he goes in, he will definitely see it either in the warm pavilion or in the bedroom. , or in the side hall, there must be a sewing basket with half of the embroidery pieces in it, and sometimes there will be such an embroidery needle.

Is embroidery interesting? Zhong Mingwei should have asked Ding shortly after the wedding.

Interesting, Ding smiled faintly, holding the embroidery needle in her slender hands, and embroidering carefully one by one, When my mother taught me to embroider, I was not happy and thought it was boring, but my mother said , you feel boring now, but after you get married, you will find it interesting, and sure enough, what mother said is right, otherwise how would you spend your time?

Hearing this at the time, Zhong Mingwei walked away on the spot.

Ding what does this mean? Blame him for always having no time to accompany her, so that she can only embroider to relieve her loneliness?

He is the majestic prince of the East Palace, the future monarch of the Great Zhou Dynasty, how could he waste his time in the back house?

He complained in his heart that Mrs. Ding was not a good person, and he never entered Mrs. Ding's room for several months. She was extremely virtuous and tolerant, and became a princess who was so tolerant that whenever he looked at any maid, she was too busy to get the maid into the house. Even the queen mother praised Ding as a rare virtuous.