The Emperor's Beloved Ugly Girl

Zhong Mingwei felt that he had changed and became timid and useless. In the past, he was the most indifferent and hard hearted person. At this time, because of these trivial noises, one heart would be too soft to look like, and because of the loneliness for half a day, his heart would be empty, even uneasy and scared. He felt that he had become another person, a stranger even to himself.

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"I see!"

The door opened.

Zhong Mingwei swallowed his saliva hard, then turned his face to the other side. The fuzzy window paper was torn open by the wind. He followed the split and watched ah Chou come in with a bamboo basket that was almost bigger than her. She should have deliberately put down her steps, slowly, cat waist, step by step into the wood room, and then after a while, the girl again With something in his hand, he moved towards him step by step. Zhong Mingwei was too busy to face.

Zhong Mingwei listened to the footsteps gradually approaching, and then stopped at the bedside. What she was carrying was supposed to be ointment. At this time, the room was full of the faint smell of herbs, a little cool and a little smelly.

"Still awake?" Ah Chou whispered and put the ointment on the head of the bed. She climbed onto the bed with light hands and feet. Then she watched Zhong Mingwei squint and turn around, as if he had just woken up. Ah Chou was very happy. "Are you woken up?"

"Well," said Zhong Mingwei lightly, glancing over ah Chou's sweaty forehead, and then falling to a white jade Avalokitesvara transferred from ah Chou's collar. The quality of the pendant is good. It should be an ancient jade. Even Zhong Mingwei, who is used to looking at rare treasures, can't help but look twice. "The pendant is very beautiful."

"Right? I also think it's good-looking. My mother left it to me. "Ah Chou was a little proud. He took the pendant, looked at it, wiped the sweat on his head with his sleeve, and then stuffed it into the collar." I'm the most precious one. "

"Your mother For you? " Zhong Mingwei was a little surprised. Ah Chou said that he was a slave, but the material of this pendant is obviously good. It's not a good thing for a big family.

"I'm not a natural slave," said ah Chou, who clearly understood the meaning of Zhong Mingwei. At the same time, he gave Zhong Mingwei a white look, took the ointment and stirred it. At the same time, he said to Zhong Mingwei, "my father used to sit in the office, but later it was a bad thing, and then everything fell down. My father and mother died. I saved my life because I was young, but I became a criminal slave and was sent to the Huanyi Bureau."

"Is your father...?" Zhong Mingwei asked again, thinking that he might still know ah Chou's life experience.

"I don't know. I don't even know my family name. I was only four years old when I entered the palace as a maid. I don't remember anything at all," said ah Chou, lifting Zhong Mingwei's quilt, digging up the ointment and putting it on his back. I asked the doctor, and they said, as long as you stick to applying the ointment, you will soon have this bedsore OK, but it may hurt a little. Please bear it! "

It's really painful. Zhong Mingwei grinds his teeth and bears it. Naturally, he doesn't have the heart to ask who ah Chou's parents are anymore. The cold ointment becomes extremely hot under the rubbing of that pair of small hands. From the shoulder to the back waist, this kind of heat comes with pain, but he doesn't feel uncomfortable. He even likes this kind of pain in a twisted way. At least it can prove that his flesh and skin are real The earth exists. This body is not dead wood. He appreciates and enjoys the pain brought by ah Chou.