The Emperor's Beloved Ugly Girl

"I miss eating and drinking all day, and I don't see meat growing on you," said Zhong Mingwei, with a smile on his brow and a soft voice. "Shall we make dumplings? Shepherd's purse stuffing? "

"Well, shepherd's purse fans add some meat. Hey, hey, I'm greedy for this one," ah Chou said with a smile, pinching Zhong Mingwei's nose and saying, "by the way, don't always say me, what do you like to eat?"

Zhong Mingwei was shocked, but he couldn't answer the question for a while.

He did not like to eat, the king did not like, this is the queen mother taught him early.

When he was a child, he just ate more crispy chicken and was held by the Empress Dowager. At the same time, he told Biqiao to remove the crispy chicken. He didn't know where he was. He also stared at the crispy chicken on the plate.

No matter how much he likes, he can only eat three chopsticks at most. This is the imperial skill he learned since he was a child. At that time, he didn't understand why he couldn't enjoy his favorite crispy chicken. It seems that he made a scene in CI Ning palace for this.

What did the Empress Dowager say?

"Mingwei, do not prefer, understand moderation, this is the way for the king," the Empress Dowager wiped his tears and said softly, "when you grow up, you will understand."

Later, when he grew up, he really understood.

Toward the Empress Dowager's expectation, he gradually grew into the deep and unchanging Prince of the east palace. His position became more and more stable, his temperament became more and more heavy, and his smile became less and less. Then he admired the Empress Dowager's great wisdom more and more.

Do not like and know how to control things. It is the same with people. Otherwise, you will have weakness and a place to be stabbed with knives.

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"What do you like to eat?" Ah Chou was a little impatient, and he went to twist the bell Mingwei's nose again.

"Dumplings," said Zhong Mingwei, smiling at ah Chou, who thought his heart was soft. "I like dumplings you make."

"Hey, hey, then I went with noodles. We'll have dumplings today!" Ah Chou went to bed happily, and then jumped out of the bed, humming a joke he didn't know where he heard, "he looked at us, we looked at him. He and I, we share him, and we care more about each other. Enemy, how can we succeed in marriage? He died in front of the palace of the king of Yan... "

On the second day of June, the year of Jiasheng 32, ningguta.

After two days of rain, it's cleared up today. A Chou went out with a bamboo basket on his back after giving Zhong Mingwei breakfast. In the mountain after the rain, there must be mushrooms and fungus. A Chou doesn't know mushrooms very much, but she knows fungus. She walked and stopped all the way. At the foot of the mountain, she had picked half of the baskets of fungus.

"Girl, are you going out again today?" Chen Qingxuan comes out and pours in water. He looks at ah Chou pulling the fungus on their fence.

"Ah?" Ah Chou was startled. She was still holding on to the ear on the fence. Anyone who wanted to be caught was caught. She blushed at the moment and opened the fence post with a chat Does it stop raining? I'll go out and pick some fungus. "

"Thirsty?" Chen Qingxuan saw that she was not at ease. She was busy to finish the competition. "There's jujube tea just cooked at home. Come in and have a taste, girl."

"Is it convenient?" Ah Chou was really embarrassed and always bothered others. Looking at the mud on her shoes, she was even more embarrassed. At the same time, she waved her hand and said, "no, I'm not thirsty. I can't finish picking so many fungus for a while. I'll give you half of it!"

"If you don't come in and have a hot tea, I can't accept the fungus," Chen Qingxuan said with a smile, opening the door and urging ah Chou, "come in quickly."

Ah Chou had to follow him into the yard and stick the mud on the sole of his shoes on the steps, which led to Chen Qingxuan entering the main hall. Today, Chen Qingxuan is not alone in the main hall, but there is also an old lady with gray hair embroidering flowers in front of the windowsill.