The Emperor's Beloved Ugly Girl

"No, I have spent 30 years of sacrifice ceremony for my mother, which is also filial piety. Now it's time for me to celebrate my birthday," said Zhong Mingwei to a Chou with a smile. As he lowered his head and continued to pick up noodles, he sucked them into his mouth and said vaguely, "girl, longevity noodles are delicious."

Ah Chou looked at the back of his head and the sweat on his neck. She felt uneasy and nervous. She wanted to cry a little. She sat back again, took the veil and wiped his sweat gently. At the same time, she said softly, "Zhong Mingwei, I will make you longevity noodles every year."

"OK," said Zhong Mingwei, his voice vague and dumb, and ah Chou's delusion. He always felt that Zhong Mingwei was crying. When he was surprised, he watched Zhong Mingwei raise his face and hook his lips to her. "Girl, wipe my face. It's getting hot and humid."

"Good." A Chou looked at the wet face and the red eyes. He didn't say anything more. He held the veil and rubbed it carefully for him.

"By the way, girl, I just asked you that you haven't said yet. Do you have such a long face?" Zhong Mingwei buried his head to eat noodles again. While eating noodles, he did not forget to continue the question, "how can we make such a long noodles?"

"Haha, I have an exclusive secret recipe, which can't be easily spread out," said ah Chou, smiling, taking up the bowl again and looking at Zhong Mingwei narrowly, "but I'll tell you if you promise to go to the yard to have a sun today."

"Yes, but you must be tired then." Zhong Mingwei said.

In these two days, Zhong Mingwei's body is better, his arms are more flexible, his back is stronger, but his legs are still soft, so he can't make it at all. Two days ago, a Chou started to help Zhong Mingwei to get out of bed and try to stand, but he didn't succeed. One time, in order to help him, a Chou fell, and his arms were blue at that time Mingwei was very angry at that time. He said that he would not get out of bed again. Ah Chou was worried, but he could not force him. So today, ah Chou chose a good time to say this.

As expected, Zhong Mingwei didn't refuse, but promised.

"I'm happy to be with you if you're not tired." Ah Chou laughed and continued to eat noodles with his head down. The little tug tied with a red rope on his back brain followed her action of eating noodles. It was like a small furry animal.

Zhong Mingwei looked at the little clench without blinking, and his heart was going to melt.

He is no longer the prince of the east palace. He is a worthless commoner. No, he is not even as good as commoners. His life is in the hands of someone in the capital who doesn't know which deep courtyard or his father. He can lose his life at any time. Not only that, he is still paralyzed. He can't take care of himself when eating and drinking Lhasa. He drags this half dead picture The dead body is so ashamed, so sad to linger

How pitiful and miserable he is.

But he thought it was a good time he had never had.

He would rather be paralyzed forever

No!

He can't be paralyzed, he wants to stand up, he wants to repay this silly, stupid and even ugly girl.

No, not just in return.

……

After breakfast, a Chou went to bed and kneaded Zhong Mingwei's waist and back for half an hour, and then began to knead his legs. In the past, Zhong Mingwei's legs were hard. Although the skin on the outside was a little loose, the meat on the inside was as hard as stone. A Chou worked hard to knead them. After such a long time of kneading, Zhong Mingwei's legs are much softer and more recovered More and more like a normal man's legs and feet, just can't eat energy on the legs.

"Don't worry, where are you? Is it hard not to want to be fat in one breath? " Ah Chou rubbed his legs and gave him great strength at the same time. "It's just over two months. You can see what your hands are like. Let alone chopsticks with noodles. Now I'll show you the strokes, ink, paper and inkstone. You can write like a dragon and a snake. Eh By the way, how is your handwriting? "