The Emperor's Beloved Ugly Girl

Zhong Mingwei nodded: "OK."

A Chou put down his chopsticks and didn't rush to blow the candles. Instead, he went to tuck in Zhong Mingwei first. He knew that Zhong Mingwei would not turn over at night, but a Chou still tucked in the corner tightly. On May Day, the night of the ancient pagoda was still cold.

After tucking in the quilt, ah Chou blew out the candle and went out with the dishes and chopsticks.

Zhong Mingwei lies on the bed. He is dry and comfortable under his body, soft and fluffy quilt on his body. His face is no longer greasy and smelly pillow, but soft and small pink pillow with light osmanthus fragrance.

Such a comfortable night has been long gone, but Zhong Mingwei has no sleepiness at all. The words that ah Chou asked him all over his head --

"what do you say is home?"

He can't think. He has no answer.

No one told him what home was when he was a child. The Empress Dowager died early. The Empress Dowager loved him. However, the Empress Dowager was always absent from Buddha worship. He didn't see many people in a year. The father was busy, and sometimes he didn't have time to see him for several months. He was afraid to answer his father's questions. He didn't even dare to speak loudly, let alone such gentle and childish words.

But Taifu told him that for the son of heaven, the world is home.

He understood Taifu's words, so he followed the teacher's instructions all these years.

But today, the girl is so understated that he doesn't know the problem.

……

After a day's hard work, ah Chou finally lay down. The firewood under her body was not even. But she was too tired for you to check. She turned around and stared at the black wall. Her body was exhausted to the extreme, but her brain was excited.

Tomorrow, she will get up earlier. She will clean up the room, lift out the table in the side room, wash it and move it into the kitchen, so as to make noodles for Zhong Mingwei. She will also pull out the grass in the yard as soon as possible to see if she can find some seeds and grow some vegetables. It's not a matter to eat pickles all the time. She I can stand it, but Zhong Mingwei can't. He's already weak and has bedsore. He needs to mend well

By the way, what should he do with his bedsore?

Well, if you have time, you should go out and ask a doctor for him Well, if he doesn't want to see the doctor, go and buy him some ointment. But where to buy it? She has five liang of silver, which she has saved for slaves in Yuqing palace these years. She has to save some money. She needs to buy more ointment for Zhong Mingwei, and buy some sheets to change. There are comfortable Zhongyi and so on. You can't always let Zhong Mingwei is naked, and he has to buy some meat, or he will have more rice noodles?

……

While calculating the usage of five Liang silver, ah Chou finally fell asleep.

The next day.

Ah Chou did get up early in the morning. This time, she didn't rush to make a fire for cooking. Instead, she burned the hot water first, and then she went into the dormitory with the hot water mixed with her hands and feet. Last night, she almost forgot to change the list for Zhong Mingwei. At that time, she told herself that she would never forget it again. If she was there, she would never let Zhong Mingwei suffer that kind of crime.

Moreover, Zhong Mingwei has a good face. Ah Chou feels that he will change the list when he is asleep. Otherwise, he feels sad again.