The Emperor's Beloved Ugly Girl

After drinking most of the tea, lady looked at Zhong Minge and bit her lips. "If you really regret it..." she said

"Mother, don't worry," said Zhong Minge, holding the lady's hand in a soft voice. "Even if you regret your intestines, you can send someone to take good care of the old prince in private at most. The imperial edict of the old prince is made by the old prince himself. He can't fight his own face. Besides, he can't even go back to Beijing , what are the concerns? Apart from the dead prince, there are three healthy princes under the long live master's knee. Can't he let a paralytic succeed him? "

"It's true that there are four sons under the long live master's knee. Now that the old prince has been removed, there are only three princes in the capital, but Zhao Guifei has two princes under his knee," said the lady, biting her teeth. "By then, no matter whether the third or the fourth princes succeed, there will be no way for us to live."

"What she said was that she was born in Tianjia, but she always killed each other," Zhong Minge said in a deep voice, but she also slightly hooked her lips. "But looking at the father's attitude towards Zhao family, my son thought we were not without a winner."

The lady gently stroked Zhong Minge's thin cheek and choked a little: "Minge, I'm not as good as concubine Zhao for my mother's birth, and I can't help you. I really wronged you."

Zhong Minge was so busy that she shook lady's hand and said with relief, "how can she say that? After hearing this, the son stabbed his heart. His mother's family background was indeed inferior to that of Princess Zhao. But these years, the mother also cultivated and nurtured her son. How could the son complain about the mother's gratitude to her? "

The lady's eyes were filled with tears, which could not hide her comfort: "ming'e, the hope for my mother is on you."

Jiasheng May 30, 2002

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On the last day of May, ah Chou moved into the side room. Those big wooden boxes were piled up by ah Chou. These days, ah Chou made a straw mat for himself. Ah Chou didn't make one before. It's a bit rough, but it's expensive. As long as he put a shop on the ground, he can live. Ah Cho is very satisfied with his craft.

After working here, ah Chou hurried to wash his hands and enter Zhong Mingwei's room. These days, the bedsores on Zhong Mingwei's body are all very well. Ah Chou began to massage Zhong Mingwei every day.

"Is it strong enough?" Ah Chou asked Zhong Mingwei while holding his arm.

"Comfortable," said Zhong Mingwei. I don't know whether it's because of the hot weather or whether ah Chou's strength is too strong. Zhong Mingwei's body is warm. He began to exude fine and dense sweat. Zhong Mingwei was rubbed comfortably. His eyes narrowed and narrowed. A wisp of hair fell from the top. His hair tail gently swept Zhong Mingwei's forehead. It was itchy. Zhong Mingwei's eyes narrowed completely A line, "is your hand sour? Or take a rest. "

"I'm not tired. Where is it?" A Chou crunched Zhong Mingwei's shoulder and said, "you don't think I'm small. In fact, I might have done it. I used to wash hundreds of clothes in a day in the washing Bureau. Sometimes I washed my own clothes, and I could help others to wash some, and change some peanut or something. Haha, now it's like yesterday."

That wisp of hair follows ah Chou's movements and sweeps around mischievously, from Zhong Mingwei's left eyebrow to his right eyebrow, and then across his strong nose, and finally stops on his left cheek.