The Emperor's Beloved Ugly Girl

It's a boring question, but he wants to know.

"Of course, it was you before," Meiya said without hesitation, looking at Zhong Mingwei's affectionate face with a disdainful look. "At that time, you weren't so black, so old, oh, by the way, you didn't have wrinkles around your eyes, you were a little thinner than you are now, and you had more temperament and demeanor than you are now. You just walk with wind. Where is it like now? Sleep I feel that when I eat, I spit and stars fly everywhere... "

"All right, all right! I Know! Don't go on! " Zhong Mingwei can't bear to see Meiya breaking his fingers and talking. He quickly waves his hands and interrupts. He is also ill! What do you want to do with this? How can thirty year olds compare with twenty year olds?

Zhong Mingwei was depressed and sad to find out that he even ate his own vinegar.

Alas!

"Bang!"

Being depressed and devastated, the prince fell to the ground in the standard dog's posture of biting mud

Well, it's more sad.

"Does it hurt?" Meiya is scared and slides over quickly. She squats down to help zhongmingwei. As a result, zhongmingwei is too stupid to stand up even though her legs are fluttering on the ice for a long time.

Meiya looks at the sweating emperor's adult on her face and says: "it's Why don't I call the bodyguard? "

"No need!" The son of heaven growls at me. He has lost his face in front of Meiya. I don't want to lose more face, OK?! He also wants to keep the image of the wise and powerful emperor all the time?!

"Why?" Meiya looks sympathetically at the emperor's adult who is still struggling, "your dark guard must have seen it for a long time. Maybe now they are covering their mouths and laughing in the corner."

Mr. Tianzi: "..."

……

Jingren palace.

Seeing that there was another hour when he was thirty or fifteen years old, he accidentally lost his ugly son in front of his wife and dark Wei, lying on the bed with his face bent, and the wife stepped on his back for a while. The fall just happened to twist his back, alas! The more Zhong Mingwei thinks about it, the more he is holding back

But it was very comfortable, so the emperor could not help humming again.

Meiya listens to him humming in a low voice, and can't help holding his lips and laughing. She steps on the same place with strength. As expected, the man's humming voice is louder. Meiya thinks zhongmingwei's mood has improved. Then she whispers to zhongmingwei about her plan: "Mingwei, you just said that you have the ability and courage to let me be unbridled and carefree?"

"Of course," the son of heaven, who had been holding back for a long time, suddenly felt that he was so angry that he turned his face around and looked at the little wife with full energy. "Now, what do you want to do?"

"Then will I open two acres of land in the imperial garden?" Meiya is so busy that she sits next to Zhong Mingwei, holding her waist for the man and her eyes shining brightly. "I want to plant some kidney beans, so I can eat them with sticky bean bags! I also want to grow some cabbage. We pickle pickled cabbage and spicy cabbage by ourselves. Although there is a royal dining room, we don't need to do it, but I just don't want to be bored in the palace all day long. I don't want you to sit in the Royal study all day long. If you want to sit down, you can pull grass and water in three or five hours How about that? "

"That's it?" Zhong Mingwei's face is stunned, but he is ready to buy Beauty smile, where to know is just two acres of land? Where and where? There's no challenge, OK?!

"Ah, that's it," Meiya nodded like a chicken pecking at the rice, and at the same time, for fear that Zhong Mingwei would not agree to it, he was too busy to compare Zhong Mingwei's index finger. "If two mu can't do it, then one mu!"