The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

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"Why dare this subordinate?" Pang Yi laughed busy. "The subordinate brought the forty knives from Ninggu Pagoda. He left the ten altars himself, and the ten altars for the Da Kong guards. The remaining 20 altars can be sent into the palace by the long lived grandpa today, and please be welcomed by the long lived grandpa. "

"Success, then at noon we will drink the knife." Zhong Mingwei said with a smile.

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Jingren Palace.

Zhong Mingwei did not return to Jingren Palace for dinner today. They were drinking and chatting with Pang Yi Kong Wenmin in Yushufang. After eating, all the people left the palace. Zhong Mingwei also returned to Jingren Palace. He had not been with the brothers for a long time. After drinking so much, I was greedy for a while, and when I returned to Jingren Palace, I was a little bit crooked. The people of the palace were busy going to help, but they were pushed away by him. Naturally, no one dared to help him again. He didn't make a report, so he leaned on the wall and entered the room crookedly.

There was no Mei Bu in the main hall, Zhong Mingwei was a bit sluggish, he was stunned in the same place, and then he walked lightly towards the Nuan Pavilion. Sure enough, he watched Mei Ya lying on the chaise couch and took a nap. I took a nap, but then I lived with Zhong Mingwei for a long time, and I developed this habit. Together with Gu Qingtong and Xiao An's coming here today, I was joking again, and Meiya was still teasing Xiao Nian for a while. It is inevitable that people will be even more scarce. After hearing the report of Gong Mingzhong, Zhong Mingwei had a meal in Yushu Study, and then he took a break himself.

Zhong Mingwei looked at the girl in a night smoke Xia Zi Ruyi Moire shirt lying sideways on the couch and slept, the sunlight was softly sprinkled on her through the screen, and there was a layer of warm yellowish yellow all over her body. What did Zhong Mingwei think? How do you think it looks good? The sound is even quieter when you step forward again. He walked over step by step like a cat, and then sat on the couch gently, taking a cashmere blanket and covering Meiya with him. Meiya frowned slightly, and he was so busy that he gently patted Meiya ’s back. As the man patted gently, the slightly frowned brow stretched out again, Zhong Mingwei looked Looking at her little red face, the more you look, the more you love, you can't help but lean down and kiss gently.

"Ming Wei, don't you get up so early today, okay?" Mei Ya screamed in confusion, and she stretched her hand around the man's neck. She actually didn't wake up. Subconsciously, "Sleep with me again, and go up to the court later ..."

"Okay, Jiangshan Sheji is not as important as you." Zhong Mingwei said softly, and lay down on one side. The chaise couch was not wide. It was quite spacious for one person to sleep. But at this time, the two people were lying down. He did n’t even dare to lie on his back, so he turned sideways to Meiya. The dragon robe on his body had n’t receded. The jade sachets on his belt were messed up. He did n’t even understand it. At this time, I lay down and secretly complained. The jade wearer only hurt, he was about to take off his belt, but the little girl arched into his arms, Zhong Mingwei could n’t move anymore, so he reached out and grabbed from the couch. A piece of veil was placed on his arm, fearing that the golden thread on the dragon's robe would scratch the face of his little girl.

This girl, and cherish his own face, in fact, he cherishes more than her.

In the past, because of her own sake, this girl's good face was ruined, causing her to be called by the ugly girl and the ugly girl. When she talked to him in Ninguta Miya, he used to be in the tone He didn't care much, but he was like a needle. This kind of taste containing guilt and distress is something that he can't get rid of, and he won't get rid of in his life. Feeling uncomfortable again, he gently stroked the broken hair in front of Mei Bu's forehead while leaning over to kiss her smooth forehead, Bai Jinjin's nose, slightly dry lips, and finally his lips stopped on the small petal-like scar on his chin Go up and down, back and forth ...