The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

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After the meal, Zhong Mingwei urged A Chou to move the futon pillow or something. A Chou twisted and rolled the cover and hugged it into the house, and then Zhong Mingwei stared at the loose straw mat in her hand. Sick face.

A Chou was busy: "I and I will throw it away."

Zhong Mingwei didn't speak, but his face improved a lot. Obviously, he agreed with A Chou's words. At the moment, A Chou had to put the bedding on the bed, and then went out holding the straw mat. It was just that she was a little sting She was willing to lose the straw mat. She crept back to the original house and curled it up against the wall. In order not to be discovered by Zhong Mingwei, she put the straw mat behind the door.

Ah Chou plucked her lips with pride, so she would n’t throw it on such a good mat, maybe she would use it in the future.

When Ah Chou returned to the room, Zhong Mingwei was already sitting on Kang Yan'er, and he beckoned to Ah Chou: "Girl, take me to bed."

"Are you going to bed?" A Chou surprised with a look on his face, "Don't you sleep on the Kang all the time? You don't have to change places, I just go to bed and sleep."

"Come and help me." Zhong Mingwei didn't want to talk nonsense with her, and repeated it again.

"That's all right," Ah Chou nodded, paused, and said, "Wait, I'll make the bed for you."

As she said, she climbed into the bed and spread out the rolled mattresses. After the mattresses were laid, she was about to get out of bed, and she remembered that the bedding on this bed was hers. Then he got up and was about to get out of bed to pick up Zhong Mingwei's bedding, but he listened to the man behind him: "It's all the same."

"Oh." Ah Chou whispered, so he didn't change the futon anymore, but he was muttering in his heart, it would be the same, sleeping on the mattress you slept on, covering the quilt you covered, I can sleep wherever Do you feel it?

However, Ah Chou was obviously worried. After she washed the dishes and the hot water to wash the two, she already had sleepy eyelids fighting. She helped Zhong Mingwei to the bed and climbed up again. After Kang, Zhong Mingwei's pillow covered Zhong Mingwei's quilt, and she was completely unstressed, so she slept so sleepily.

Zhong Mingwei couldn't fall asleep, the body covered underneath, all exudes the smell of Ah Chou, it's not a scent, it's the kind of girlish smell that can't tell the truth, this kind of smell belongs to Ah Chou Zhong Mingwei said that it was really confusing, especially when the night was quiet, especially when A Chou was lying on the Kang not far from him.

The candle didn't go out, the flame jumped, like Zhong Mingwei's heartbeat at the moment, he slowly turned his head, and when he saw the girl's sleeping face, he was too busy to look away.

"Poof!" Zhong Mingwei blew out the candle.

"Zhong Mingwei." In the dark, Zhong Mingwei heard the girl's vague voice, seeming to whisper, it seemed to be in his ear.

"What's wrong?" Zhong Mingwei's temple jumped abruptly.

"You ... don't you read the book?" A Chou's voice was more vague, followed by the sound of turning over, "How, why did the light blow so early?"

In the darkness, Zhong Mingwei took a deep breath and spit out gently.

"Stop watching, and watch again tomorrow." After a while, Zhong Mingwei said softly.

"Oh, when did you go idle ... I heard the story from the book ..." A Chou's voice was even smaller, and in the end almost no tone could be heard, "I like ... listening to the story. ... "

"Okay, I'm reading it to you," Zhong Mingwei said softly, each word with an unusual tenderness. "However, you have to wait for you to grow up."

Jiasheng August 15th, thirty-two years.

Jingshi.

Cining Palace.

The Empress Dowager has always been rehabilitating on Wutai Mountain, and it is not easy to go down the mountain. So this is still ten years. The Queen Mother took the Mid-Autumn Festival for the first time in the palace. I used the Mid-Autumn Festival dinner with the Queen Mother. As for the other princes, although I was looking forward to coming, but the long lived grandmother passed on the rumor early in the morning, saying that this year's Mid-Autumn Festival was only spent with the Queen Mother and her son. Blooming girlies.