The Emperor's Beloved Ugly Girl

Sometimes, he thinks he can't understand Ding, just as he can't understand all the women in the East Palace, but what about that? He can firmly control the women, and those women can only wear the silk and satin by him, and can use the close fragrance of thousands of gold. Only by him, their mother's family will stand firm and even step up in the court.

So, he didn't have to understand them at all, because he let her live and he let her die.

At the end of each month, Ding would hold the account book and tell him about the expenses of the eastern palace this month. Thousands of liang of silver were spent. He listened to it without a match. Later, he was tired and didn't listen to it. He sent Ding out. He felt that his family was far from happy to gallop in the suburb of Beijing.

But he also has a short family, but he likes ah Chou's muttering to him like this, one money, two money, even one or twenty Wen, big stuffed bun with pork fans, which he couldn't touch before, but now he listens with interest. He even wants to drool when he listens to ah Chou's description of fan bun with shepherd's purse.

"What is shepherd's purse?" Hearing ah Chou's description of the big stuffed bun for most of the day, Zhong Mingwei was particularly curious.

"You didn't eat shepherd's purse? Tut tut Tut, it's really pitiful, "said ah Chou, who was shaking his tongue." I used to envy you noble people all the time, but now suddenly I don't envy you. I haven't eaten abalone and shark's fin tripe, but haven't you also eaten shepherd's purse? Hey hey, I told you that shepherd's purse is really delicious. It's fried, cold and soup. But I like dumplings stuffed with shepherd's purse best. Hey hey, I'm hungry. Are you hungry? "

Zhong Mingwei is hungry, or alive by her to talk about hungry, now gently "um" a.

"That's it. I'll cook. But it's too late today. I'll make a big stuffed bun for you tomorrow!" Ah Chou reached down and applied ointment to his lower abdomen. Then he got out of bed, kicked his shoes and went out to cook.

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The red bean porridge eaten tonight, the thick and warm red bean porridge, once fed into Zhong Mingwei's mouth, Zhong Mingwei noticed the difference: "sugar in it?"

"Well, I bought a bag of ice sugar," ah Chou said with a smile, stirring the porridge and scooping a spoon of red bean porridge again and again to Zhong Mingwei. "I'm afraid you don't have a taste when you drink white porridge every day."

Zhongmingwei opens his mouth and swallows the red bean porridge in the white porcelain spoon. It's really sweet. I don't know if it's because he hasn't eaten sugar for a long time. Zhongmingwei thinks that the red bean porridge is too sweet to eat. He's a middle-aged man who doesn't eat sugar very much. At this time, he eats the sweet, greasy and hot porridge, but he thinks it's delicious.

"Another bowl?" A Chou put down the empty bowl and took up another bowl to feed Zhong Mingwei.

"Why don't you eat?" Zhong Mingwei didn't eat the red bean porridge handed in front of him. He looked up at ah Chou.

"There is one in the pot. I'll eat it when you're full," said ah Chou, who was very busy. He was afraid that he didn't believe it. He straightened his back and said, "really, I have more than half of the pot left. I eat a lot. I eat twice as much as you do every day!"

Zhong Mingwei looked at her thin arm. He obviously didn't believe ah Chou's words. He raised his chin and said to ah Chou, "I'm full. You eat."