The Emperor's Beloved Ugly Girl

"That's good." The Empress Dowager nodded slightly and still closed her eyes.

"Now only the royal guards are in ningguta," said Biqiao, looking at the look of the Empress Dowager. After a pause, he added, "they are all the hands of the long live master. Naturally, there will be no villain doing evil. The eldest prince must be safe and successful. You can rest assured, Empress Dowager."

"What is the use of my uneasiness?" The Empress Dowager sighed a long time and opened her eyes. She put the Emerald Glass beads on the table. She turned her head to look at the compassionate GuanShiYin on the Buddha platform and sighed, "the mourning family used to look forward to him winning the ninth five powers, but now they only hope that he can be healthy."

"The prince is blessed by the empress dowager, and naturally everything goes smoothly. You can rest assured, Empress Dowager." Biqiao was so busy that she came forward to comfort him. She couldn't help her voice was a little hoarse. She was so busy that she didn't brush her eyes.

"The mourner has to protect him. If there is a mourner, he can live safely in one day. Even for him, the old bone of the mourner will have to endure for several years." The Empress Dowager said in a deep voice, taking a cup of tea and sipping it.

"Empress dowager, you said..." Biqiao bit her lips, and kept whispering for a long time, "do you think long live really wants to kill the eldest prince?"

The Empress Dowager didn't speak. She looked at the GuanShiYin in a trance, and sighed for a long time: "do evil."

On the seventh day of July, the thirty second year of Jiasheng, ningguta.

A Chou used to know that July 7 was the Qiqiao Festival, but it was not the same in the Huanyi Bureau. She followed people to see. A group of embroidered maids in the Bureau bowed to the weaver girl in a proper way that day. It was said that they were praying for their dexterity as weaver girl. A Chou didn't believe this. She didn't worship any Weaver cowherd, but she could It's good to embroider flowers. It's all taught by mammy Xiang. So, it's better to invite a good master than to worship any temple or lady.

Only from this year on, July 7 has added another and more important meaning to a Chou.

On this day, in the morning, a Chou got up half an hour earlier than usual. She felt the black and put on her clothes. She gathered her hair randomly and made a small pull. Then she went into Zhong Mingwei's room, changed the mat for Zhong Mingwei, and then went into the kitchen in the dark.

Today, ah Chou rarely and generously lights a candle in the kitchen, and then he mixes noodles. Once upon a time, ah Chou used water for noodles. Today, ah Chou uses duck eggs, but only duck eggs. He didn't put a drop of water. There are nine duck eggs. Ah Chou doesn't wrinkle his head. Then he begins to knead the noodles, which are scattered and sticky. Under her hands, a ball gradually forms. The more luminous, the smoother and the softer it becomes, ah Chou Ugly looked at his yellow orange face and was happy. He rubbed it more vigorously.

After kneading the face, ah Chou took the rolling pin and rolled the face. Ah Chou didn't know how to do it before, but she practiced it at Duan's house. Now she has a good hand. Zhong Mingwei likes to eat hard noodles, and ah Chou's face is a little harder. It's quite laborious to roll the hard noodles. Soon, ah Chou's tired face is sweating. Ah Cho stops rolling After drinking a large bowl of water, he continued to roll noodles with his back bent. When he finished drinking the three bowls of water, the noodles finally rolled out. Ah Chou was busy cutting the noodles.

She doesn't know how people use only one long noodle for a bowl of noodles. She can only use stupid methods to connect the thin noodles, head and tail, carefully knead them, and finally they are about the length of a bowl. Ah Chou's wrists are not as sour as words. I'm afraid that this delicate work is much more tired than splitting materials. Fortunately, she got up early.

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Zhong Mingwei woke up early. It's no wonder that ah Chou woke him up. He always woke up early from the time of record. He was always waked up before dawn. Then he went to Baohua temple in the dark. In the chanting of monks, he knelt to the memorial tablet on the platform for a whole day.