The Emperor's Beloved Ugly Girl

"Then, let's eat," said Zhong Mingwei, who took the lead in standing up and walked towards the side hall with Meiya, saying, "let's talk while eating."

"Yes," he Chengzhi said, bowing to xiaosiwen's ear as he pulled xiaosiwen behind him. "You can't recite Jiangnan in front of your mother, do you know?"

"Why?" Xiaosiwen's face was puzzled. "Didn't my father say that it's the best poem for me to recite?"

"No back then!" He Chengzhi sinks his face. "If I know, I'll see how I clean you up!"

"Yes, my son remembers." Xiaosiwendeng, with his mouth curled and his face crying, dared not eat hawthorn cake any more.

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After he Chengzhi's father and son had a meal in Jingren palace, they didn't stay much, so they left the palace early. Meiya watched the two of them leave the palace, but she didn't give up.

"Xiaosiwen will come to the palace again tomorrow or so," Zhong Mingwei said with a smile, seeing that Meiya was reluctant to give up. He helped Meiya into the warm pavilion to have a rest? Just like xiaosiwen? How can I see that you like it better than xiaonianqin? "

"I don't know. I always think that I have a bond with that child," Meiya shook her head, was supported by a man and sat down on a soft couch, then leaned against the man's arms, looked at the red curtain in a bit of trance, and said softly, "Mingwei, I always remember when I was a child when I looked at that child."

"What's up?" When he said this, Zhong Mingwei's voice was a little heavy. "Didn't you say you didn't remember when you were a child?"

"I don't remember, but I can still remember some fragmentary things," Meiya sighed, turning to Zhong Mingwei, and then sipping her lips. "Mingwei, don't you think it's strange? I don't remember my name, my birthday, but I can always remember a tune. Later you called me literate and learned Jiangnan. I thought that tune was especially suitable for this poem. You said it was strange? "

"So, do you like hum this song Jiangnan very much?" Zhong Mingwei looks at Meiya's confused face and says softly.

"Yes," Meiya nodded, a little disappointed if she lost her way. "I think I've heard it, but I just can't remember it, alas! I don't know what it is. "

"If you can't remember it, you don't have to ask for it," Zhong Mingwei said softly, holding Meiya's hand while whispering, "girl, not every memory needs to be remembered. Sometimes, it's lucky to learn to forget."

"So now you can't remember what crimes you suffered in the imperial palace?" Meiya looked at the man without blinking, and suddenly said.

"Yes, I can't remember," said Zhong Mingwei, smiling and nodding, holding Meiya's hand tighter. "What about you? Do you remember the twelve years of hard work in slavery? "

"Servitude?" Meiya was surprised on her face, and then she straightened up. She had an undisguised pride and contempt on her face. "Are you kidding me? This palace is the queen of the palace in the hall. The men in this palace are the real dragon emperor. Who has the courage to make this palace a slave? Is disrelish own head to grow wrong place, so long for to move a position

"Ha ha! That's good! "

Zhong Mingwei couldn't help laughing. He was lying on the soft couch with Meiya in his arms, smiling forward and backward. Meiya also smiled with him. He reached out and stroked the fine lines on the corner of the man's eyes, and said softly, "Zhong Mingwei, we have forgotten the past tribulations and anxieties. From now on, we can only pretend to be happy and sweet, OK?"

"OK," Zhong Mingwei said softly, holding Meiya's hand in his heart while holding Meiya's head. "Girl, you can feel it and see it. It's full," he said. Zhong moved his position slightly, and then said softly, "this is the first red bean porridge you cooked for me. It's sweet and glutinous. This is your first one This is the first bowl of longevity noodles you made for me, girl. It's my first birthday. And here, it's filled with you embroidering Little Bats and bamboos for peace... "