The Emperor's Beloved Ugly Girl

Ah Chou, such a crude palace maid, knows the secret of this kind of palace. She is shocked at the moment, but she still doesn't understand: "even if the empress Zhen Xian died of giving birth to a son, the long live master shouldn't blame you. It doesn't matter what you do."

"You said just now that the emperor and empress are deeply in love with each other, but their mother died suddenly because of me. How can the father and the emperor not hate me?" Zhong Mingwei looks at ah Chou, slightly picks his eyebrows and looks at the banter, but the corners of his mouth are tight.

"But long live established you as the prince of the East Palace in the early morning. If long live really resents you, he will not let you be the prince naturally?" Ah Cho still doesn't believe it.

"So, you can also see what the end of my Donggong Prince is today," Zhong Mingwei said coldly. "Yes, indeed, he helped me to be the Donggong prince himself. Later, he also personally ordered me to be demoted to a commoner and exiled to ningguta. This is my father and Emperor."

Hearing this, ah Chou felt worse. She gently held Zhong Mingwei's shoulder and whispered, "it's OK, now it's like this No, it's good, isn't it? Your hands are moving now. The flesh and skin on your back is not as stiff as before. It must be good. Maybe next year, you will be able to get out of bed and walk. The capital is so messy. It's better if we don't go back, enjoy the happiness or suffer the crime. "

"Yes, it's better if we don't go back," said Zhong Mingwei with a slight smile, turning to ah Chou. "When my legs and feet are ready, let's go to the foot of the mountain to open a few acres of land and plant some fields, which will be enough for us to eat. A good life is easy, a poor one, and a solid one."

"Really?" A Chou's nose is suddenly sour. "Do you really think so?"

"Really," Zhong Mingwei nodded, and sighed softly, "I only hope that the queen mother will live to be 100 years old. My father is always filial. If she is old, I will live a solid life."

"She will live to be a hundred years old," said ah Chou busily, wiping his wet eyes secretly and pressing Zhong Mingwei harder. "You like red bean porridge, and then there are many kinds of red beans in the field."

"Well, grow some more shepherd's purse. You make big stuffed buns for me every day," said Zhong Mingwei softly, with a gentle smile on the face of a man in his thirties. "Dumplings are also made."

"No shepherd's purse!" Ah Chou was amused by him. He pinched the man's nose and joked, "shepherd's purse is a wild vegetable. This place is full of mountains. Where can you plant it? How stupid! "

"That agaric?" Zhong Mingwei doesn't feel embarrassed. He continues to ask questions. He knows that in some areas, he or he was a king, but in other areas, he is not as clumsy and ignorant as a child with a yellow mouth.

"It doesn't need to be Auricularia, as long as it rains, just go outside to look for it," ah Chou said with a smile. "You can see where there is rotten wood. You can run straight to it. Most of them have Auricularia on the top. Sometimes you can pull a basin from a piece of wood. But some trees are not rotten, and they also have Auricularia on the top. Alas! No, I'll teach you later. "

"OK, teach me," Zhong Mingwei squinted. "Teach me, you don't have to go out in the rain."

Jiasheng, June 30, 2002

capital.

Yanxi palace.

When she came back from Baohua temple, Zhao Guifei kept her face taut. Zhong Mingzheng, the third prince, went back to Yanxi palace with him. Her face was also unhappy.

"Let's go down." After Zhao Guifei entered the hall, Zhong Mingzheng calmly opened his face to the audience.

"Yes, my maidservant, leave." A group of palace people bow down.

"What do you mean, concubine?" Zhong Mingzheng couldn't help it. He said angrily to concubine Zhao, "what does Father mean is that he plans to make me and the second prince at the same time? How could the father be so eccentric? What is the origin of Lady Shu? What is your background? What's more, you are the head of the imperial concubines, and the head of the imperial concubines. Why can Zhong Minge sit on the same level with me? "