The Emperor's Beloved Ugly Girl

"Can you feel the pain?" A Chou asked in a low voice, pointing to a bedsore.

"It hurts." Zhong Mingwei's face was buried in Qian Hong's pillow, making a dull sound.

"Pain? Can you feel the pain? " Ah Chou was very surprised. Now he changed the place and ordered, "what about this place?"

"It hurts." Zhong Mingwei said again.

"And here?" Ah Chou was so happy that he changed his fingers again. "And here?"

"It hurts! Pain! " Zhong Mingwei is a little helpless. "Don't poke, it's really painful."

"Haha! Good pain! Good pain! " Ah Chou grinned. I'm sorry to poke it again. Then he dug up the ointment and put it on his ass. although it's a sensitive place, ah Chou didn't feel embarrassed. She was really happy. The more she put it on, the more energetic she was. "The doctor said that the medicine was good for the pain effect. When I bought it, I was afraid that you wouldn't feel the pain. As expected I'm worried about it. "

Zhong Mingwei's buttocks were rubbed by others, and his face was a little tense. Until the hands finally came to his legs, he was relieved: "where to buy the ointment?"

"In the market, there's only a doctor's house here. It's not expensive," ah Chou said, applying ointment to him, complaining. "You don't know how high the price is in Wangjiatun. Even if the medicine is expensive and the pork is expensive, you can buy a pig leg and ask for a silver. Don't you think it's money grabbing? There are also vegetables that are too expensive to be moved. They cost 30 or 40 Wen. The key is that they are not good in appearance. Those with crooked melons and split dates can't be seen by me. They are not as good as those wild vegetables I like on the roadside. I will dig them up in time. I will make shepherd's purse and fan bun for you to eat. Hey, I also bought fans specially. Fortunately, fans here are not expensive, but also very good. So It's very delicious. With the shepherd's purse mixed with it, I can eat three big stuffed buns in one breath... "

Zhong Mingwei listened to her chirping like a talking oriole bird. Although it was noisy, it was not annoying. Zhong Mingwei even heard every word. While listening to ah Chou's chirp, another face appeared in his mind.

He has been thirty-two years old, and naturally would not have been married, especially in his identity. At the age of eighteen, he married Ding, the daughter of Ding Yunwen, the second daughter of the Taifu. Naturally, there is no wrong with the woman cultivated by the family. Moreover, Ding is very gentle and lovely.

At that time, Dingshi was also 18 years old. Even though he was not in love with Lang Qiyi, he was also respectful to each other. But after a long time, he felt more and more tasteless. This was the life he deserved as the prince of the East Palace, but he was not without regret. What was his regret? At that time, he didn't know, and he didn't need to know, but now facing the chattering ah Chou, he finally knew what he was regretting.

Dingshi is very understanding of decency. She never enters his study. Even in the front yard, she doesn't go there easily. She drinks tea in the backyard, arranges flowers, raises fish and embroiders. She can read a Book of "female virtue" dozens of times calmly. However, if he looks at the maid more than once, Dingshi will ask for help, but she will take it into the room. When she says this, she is very respectful and sincere, without a trace of resentment and jealousy. Zhong Mingwei looks at the dignified and gentle Ding family, just like the goddess of mercy in the Empress Dowager's palace.