The Emperor's Beloved Ugly Girl

"No, it's warm in the stomach." Ah Chou smiled to grandma Chen sheepishly, and put out his hand to wipe the sweat on his face. It seems that the pores of sweat on his whole body were open, and the sweat flowed out. His body was so hot and comfortable.

"If you still have a stomachache every month, boil the ginger and brown sugar water and drink it. It will be effective," grandma Chen told her, after a meal, she said positively. "You must keep warm. You can't ignore that. It's important to get married and have a baby later."

"Grandma, I see." Ah Chou's face is red to the point of dripping blood.

"Yes, I won't be long winded," grandma Chen smiled and patted ah Chou on the back of his hand. She took the needle and thread basket and took some embroidered pieces from it and handed them to ah Chou. At the same time, she said, "there's a happy event at the end of the year in Tunli. I've got the embroidery work for you. The bride's family is a rich family, and the new lady is a picky master. I'll embroider you if we don't have a good embroidery job She took a piece of bamboo leaf and showed it to her. Her family was very satisfied, but they were not very relieved about you, a foreign girl. So Xifu Bao was made by the town's embroiderer. You embroidered four embroidered pieces for her, and she used them on her belly pocket. But she also told me that as long as she was satisfied, she would not lose you, at least one silver. "

"Really?" Ah Chou was so surprised that he asked happily, "what kind of design did she want?"

"Mandarin ducks are playing in the water, with double wings. Do you know how to fly, combine lotus and fish with lotus leaves? " Grandma Chen looks at her young age, and inevitably worries, "can I find you a embroidery sample?"

"No, no, I will! Yes! " Ah Chou shook his head. What kind of embroidery did she see in the palace? Naturally, the pattern of the screwdriver is difficult for her.

"That's it. This time you embroider well. Next time someone will come to you to embroider. That's more money than that," grandma Chen said with a smile, pushing the needle and thread basket to ah Chou. "The needle and thread are here. It will be finished before the Mid Autumn Festival."

"Well, thank you very much, grandma. I'll go to the market and buy some cakes to honor you when I get the money!" Ah Chou took over the needle and thread basket, held it in his hand, and looked at the needle and thread head inside. How do you like it.

"Hahaha, the old lady is waiting for the cake your girl bought!" Grandma Chen said with a smile.

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After thanking grandma Chen, ah Chou went up the mountain with a needle and thread basket. There were not only needles and thread in the frame, but also a bag of brown sugar put in by grandma Chen. Ah Chou was warm and warm in his heart. All the way, he thought that he must do the embroidery work well and not let Grandma Chen lose face. In the future, he must repay grandma Chen even more.

When I got home, it was noon. Ah Chou didn't put the brown sugar in the kitchen, but put it in the box in the room. The brown sugar was more expensive than the ice sugar. Ah Chou was very precious, for fear that there would be mice in the kitchen to spoil the brown sugar.

"Girl!"

As soon as ah Cho put the brown sugar in, he listened to Zhong Mingwei calling her in the room. Ah Cho was too busy to answer.

"What's the matter?" Ah Chou hurried in. "Thirsty?"

As ah Chou said this, he walked over and looked at the half bowl of tea left on the small table at the head of the bed. It was poured by Zhong Mingwei before she went out. Ah Chou was relieved.

"What happened to you last night?" Zhong Mingwei asked her with his face sideways, "how can you turn it around all the time? What's wrong? "

"Can you hear it across two walls?" Ah Chou muttered in a low voice, while sitting on the edge of the bed pinching Zhong Mingwei's waist, he said casually, "nothing, just a nightmare, so scared that he can't sleep."

"Afraid to sleep alone?" Asked Zhong Mingwei. As soon as he spoke, Zhong Mingwei felt a little chatty. How could he ask someone this?

"I What am I afraid of? " Ah Chou murmured, glancing at Zhong Mingwei, and his voice was even smaller. "You are here. If I call you, you can promise. What am I afraid of?"

Zhong Mingwei's heart is a little sour, so I can only answer one voice.