The Emperor's Beloved Ugly Girl

"They dare not," said Zhong Mingwei in a slow voice. His Adam's Apple moved. Ah Chou thought he was going to open his eyes, but he still closed his eyes. For a while, ah Chou heard him again. "And they are not as good as you can wash them."

Ah Chou's mouth turned up and he was a little proud: "can you find an all-around maid like me who can cook, wash clothes and serve the master and the son to wash their hair in a lantern?"

You are not a servant.

Zhong Mingwei's heart responded for the first time, but he didn't say it.

Ah Chou is not a servant of course, but what is she?

What is she to herself?

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After washing her hair, ah Chou took the veil ready for her eyes and carefully wiped Zhong Mingwei's hair. Zhong Mingwei's body was not good. She was most afraid that Zhong Mingwei would catch cold, so she prepared three or four pads early in the morning, but she still felt that they were not enough, so she tore another quilt sheet. Now this quilt sheet full of all eyes is in ah Chou's hand, gently rubbing Zhong Mingwei's Hair.

"The room is too big for the sun to shine on the bed," ah Chou complained incessantly. "If only you could move the bed to the south wall. There are windows there. Then you can get the sun without going out in the sun. It must be more comfortable than now."

"It's good now." Zhong Mingwei said softly.

Zhong Mingwei is telling the truth. Ah Chou is diligent and never lets his body wet. The quilt is in turn to bask in the sun every day. It's puffy and warm with the smell of sunshine. It's thousands of times more comfortable than before. When in the capital, his bedclothes are all fragrant with water. If they're not fragrant, they'll be put on the bed directly. Servants can't dare He never knew the taste of sunshine

It's a smell that can warm your head to your feet.

This is the taste that ah Chou brings to her. It's brand new and easy to indulge.

But ah Chou was not satisfied. He mumbled, "it must be cold in winter when the sun is not shining. I heard that the winter in ningguta is very cold and long. When the sun is not shining on this bed, it must be very cold."

Zhong Mingwei didn't speak. In the winter of Ninggu pagoda, he learned that when he arrived at Ninggu pagoda, he was cold day and night, and his mouth couldn't close. The piercing cold left him fresh in memory. At that time, Mingming was covered with warm quilt, and he was still shivering.

"What? Cold? " Ah Chou was shocked and scolded himself on the next face. "It must have taken too long to wash my hair. I can't finish it. It must have frozen you."

"No, it's just a bit numb." Zhong Mingwei hurried.

"Isn't that also because the washing time is too long?" Ah Chou's brow was even more wrinkled. At the moment, without saying anything, he searched for a piece of cotton cloth and wrapped Zhong Mingwei's hair in it. Then he moved Zhong Mingwei towards the bed and let him sleep well. Ah Chou was still not at ease. He found another piece of cotton cloth and wrapped it on Zhong Mingwei's head. He carefully checked it to make sure there was no air leakage, which finally relieved him. Again, he was right Zhong Mingwei said, "the hair is half dry, so it will be dry after a while. It's not cold."

Zhong Mingwei thought that he was stupid to death, but he didn't mind at all, not only didn't mind, but also felt warm. Zhong Mingwei held his lips to ah Chou: "girl, cut my beard for me."