The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

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"How about Fenghou Jiali?" Zhong Mingwei didn't care much about the enthronement ceremony, and hurriedly asked Fenghou Jiali.

"Long live Qiye, there is also a report on the event, and the posthumous gift will be on February 18 next year." Chen Qingxuan was very busy.

"Why wait until next year?" Zhong Mingwei asked with a frown, "Isn't there a good year before?"

"Yeah, there are naturally good days, just according to the ancestor system, the post-sealing Jiali needs to be staggered from the enthronement ceremony for some time, and the Qin Tianjian also acts according to the rules," Chen Qingxuan explained busyly, looking at Zhong Mingwei's appearance, and making up A sentence, "Not long ago, Master Zhen Yongtang's family was in trouble, and Qin Tianjian was loyal to Long live Longevity, and he must have chosen the best day. Where can he dare not be wholehearted?"

"Tomorrow will be next year, it doesn't matter, it's just about the New Year," Meiya also said, and said slowly to Zhong Mingwei, "This time, the palace of the Ministry of Internal Affairs is afraid that they will be tired and tired. It ’s muddy. First, I ’m too busy preparing for Prince Rong ’s enthronement ceremony. In the past month, I ’ve been busy with the emperor ’s funeral. Then I have to rush you to enthrone the ceremony. It's too busy. "

"It's okay to save them from making mistakes," Zhong Mingwei nodded, throwing the folds on the table, and at the same time he said to Chen Qingxuan, "Instructed the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Internal Affairs to be as simple as possible, don't need to do big things, do it first. The royal funeral is very expensive, so all places that can be saved are saved. In addition, officials from other places are not allowed to enter Beijing to congratulate. If they are willing to give gifts, they can stay and fill the treasury. As for people, they don't have to come. "

"Yes, Weichen obeyed his orders," Chen Qingxuan said with a smile. "As soon as the grandfather ascended the throne, he was so diligent and honest, but it was the blessing of the people of Dazhou."

"Mr. Chen, you sit down and eat together. The pot-cooked meat made by the master of Yushufang is better than mine, and there are sauerkraut stewed with big stick bones. Ming Wei suddenly wanted to eat Northeast cuisine today. The master did this, ”Meiya greeted Chen Qingxuan sitting down and handed chopsticks to Chen Qingxuan Tao.“ Now that you ’ve been a servant assistant, you ’re much busier than before. You ’ll run out of the palace in the palace I do n’t have time to eat well, but if I ’m hungry in the future, I would n’t dare to pack my tickets even if I came to the Imperial Academy. Anyway, the food is enough. ”

"Thank you, Madam," Chen Qingxuan bowed busy, looking at the pot roast meat on the table, and feeling a little sighed, "The last time I ate the pot roast meat, I was in the Anjun King's Mansion. This is three in a blink of an eye. Many months have passed. "

"It's only been more than three months?" Meiya stunned, then nodded, and looked at Zhong Mingwei, who was in deep contemplation on the opposite side, and whispered, "I think it's been like it has been for many years, and I think about it again, Is n’t it just a few months? "

Yes, from the desolation of the crippled and cruel king to the 95th emperor who is now high, it is only a few months ...

No, from the expulsion of this palace city to the resurgence of Dongshan and the **** of the world, it has only been less than three years.

Mei Ya looked at the silent man in front of her, and inevitably gave birth to a lot of emotions. There were so many unexpected things in this world. For example, she never dared to think that she would marry under the name of Miss Duan. After Ninggu Tower, I never even thought about it. Later, this man will take her hand and take her from the bitter cold and desolate Ninggu Tower to the top of the Imperial City step by step.

"Ming Wei, what do you want?" Looking at Zhong Mingwei's silence for a long time, Mei Ya couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you eat anymore? Don't talk anymore? Is there anything that matters?"

"Really, there is something particularly important," Zhong Mingwei nodded, and then put down the tableware in his hands to Chen Qingxuan Dao, "What I said below, you must write down every word. Remember, do you know? "