The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

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"But Mrs.!" Pang Yi gritted his teeth, and the green muscles on his forehead burst. "That Qin Lu is really abominable. If it weren't for his hands and feet in those years, he wouldn't ..."

Pang Yi couldn't talk anymore. The 30-year-old man's tiger looked round, and two rows of big white teeth bite "creak".

"The girl is right, then Qin Lu is afraid of a big event, so he would dare to follow us and wait for him, he must have something to ask us for, and he doesn't need us to start, he He will come to the door by himself, "a long while, Zhong Mingwei said slowly," Pang Yi, don't act rashly, the girl is right, this is the capital, not the Ninggu Tower. "

"Yes, the subordinates obey the orders." Pang Yi had to clenched his fists.

"What are the brothers from Nanjiang now busy with?" Zhong Mingwei sipped his tea and asked Pang Yi casually.

"Master Qi Yun, where are they busy? They are all going to be sick," Pang Yi was so busy, "According to the Lord's instructions, they have been arranged to lie in the capital, and some are apprentices in our pharmacy, Some are working as buddies in our pubs, others are playing coolies on the streets, just waiting for the master to tell them. "

"That's good, let them continue lurking," Zhong Mingwei said lightly, tapping his finger gently on the table, and then said, "Let them go around the Prince Rong Mansion on weekdays, since Prince Rong is so concerned about our whereabouts , Naturally we should also reciprocate. "

"Yes, my subordinates understand." Pang Yi immediately bowed back.

"Ming Wei, why did you say that Qin Lu put your eyes on you?" After Pang Yi retreated, Mei Ya walked to Zhong Mingwei, split his legs, and sat on Zhong Mingwei's thigh, putting his hands together On Zhong Mingwei's shoulder, frowning and asking him, "Actually, he is ashamed of you in his heart. Hearing that you have returned to Beijing, he must avoid everything and walk around you. Why did he do the opposite? How dare you send someone to follow you? "

"Don't you just say that? He asked us for it." Zhong Mingwei whispered, and stretched his hands around Meiya's slender waist, and gently stroked the skirt belt on the waist with his big hand.

"But what can he not ask for long lived, and even asked us here?" Mei Yawu looked blankly and looked up at the "Suihan Sanyou" hanging on the back wall, frowning again. "Is there anything else that Long Live can't help him, but only you can help him?"

"I don't know," Zhong Mingwei shook his head. He really didn't know. He didn't know what kind of thought Qin Lu had poisoned himself, and it was only twenty years later, and he didn't even know that Qin Lu had to take it from himself What he got, he only felt that his body was full of powerlessness. He lowered his head and buried his entire face in Meiya's arms, while sighing softly, "Girl, I am very tired. "

Yeah, he was really tired. Since he returned to Beijing, he has not been tired for a day. In fact, he has been used to thinking about other people ’s days. Calculations and calculations, speculation on others, and speculation on others, such days are very common for the Tian family, so there is nothing tiring, but since I went to Ninggu Tower, I knew this girl. Afterwards, he realized that people were still another way of living. It turned out that he had been in vain for the first 30 years. Then, when he returned to the capital, he felt not only tired, but also somewhat powerless.

"Ming Wei, shall we take a mandarin duck bath?" Mei Ya smiled around Zhong Mingwei's pout, and said softly while leaning over the man's dry and cool lips, "We haven't taken a mandarin duck bath for a long time. "