The Emperor's Beloved Ugly Girl

"Can you have a rest? Don't go around all the time? " Zhong Mingwei reluctantly grabbed her hand and put it down. He took the pad out of his arms, wiped the sticky sweat on her hand carefully, and said softly, "I don't feel dizzy or hot."

"Oh," ah Chou said in a small voice, "are you happy that Zhong Mingwei can finally bask in the sun?"

"Happy," Zhong Mingwei nodded honestly, squinted to see the sun completely hiding in the cloud. For a while, he uttered a sigh of vicissitudes, "it's been eight months. I haven't seen the sun."

"Eight months?" Ah Chou was stunned, then lowered his voice and asked, "when they were in the Imperial Palace, they What did they do to you? Is it the same thing that keeps you? No Won't you come out? "

Zhong Mingwei looked at her nervous face, suddenly chuckled, reached out and rubbed ah Chou's messy forehead, and said with a smile, "I won't tell you."

Ah Chou looked at the fine lines of his eyes. Suddenly he thought of the peach blossom eyes that had been shining and dazzled people. Her nose was suddenly sour. She lowered her head: "then don't tell me. Don't tell me later."

Yes, don't tell me. Don't tell me everything you have suffered or suffered.

You don't know how much I feel.

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Zhong Mingwei sat in the yard to bask in the sun, and ah Chou took the needle basket out to do embroidery work. At the same time, she brought a small low table and a small round stool out of the kitchen. She made a big bowl of jasmine tea for Zhong Mingwei and poured a big bowl of boiled water for herself. The table was too small, so the two big cups of tea were full, and then there was no land Fang put the needle and thread basket, ah Chou was reluctant to put the needle and thread basket on the ground again. When he was wondering whether to move another stool out, he saw Zhong Mingwei reach out to take the needle and thread basket and let it on his leg.

"Thank you!" Ah Chou smiled at him, and then he sat on the small round stool and embroidered the flowers. Now he has embroidered three of them. He embroidered mandarin ducks playing in the water, which is the most difficult of the four kinds of colors, so ah Chou put them at the end.

Zhong Mingwei's eyes have been turning and turning with ah Chou's hands. Although ah Chou doesn't look up, he can feel Zhong's gaze. He is a little embarrassed. A thin layer of sweat comes from his hands. Ah Chou is afraid of dyeing the silk thread. He is too busy to take the pad to wipe his sweat. He mumbles to Zhong Mingwei and says, "what do you always watch me embroider?"

"I see you embroider well." Zhong Mingwei said with a smile.

Zhong Mingwei is telling the truth. Ah Chou's embroidery work is really good. It's really unexpected that she is so easy-going and flamboyant, and can bear to embroider.

"Haha, I told you early in the morning that my embroidery work can enter the sewing Bureau, but I'm smart and handy." ah Chou was a little proud. Then he picked up the needle and continued to embroider it flexibly. At the same time, he said to Zhong Mingwei, "when I finish embroidering, I'll pull the cloth back to make clothes for you."

"What clothes do you make for me?" Zhong Mingwei frowned. "I have enough to wear. Didn't you wash and dry my clothes? Just find it and wear it. "

"But some clothes are moldy and can't be washed out," said ah Chou in a low voice, glancing at Zhong Mingwei's moon white silk outer garment. The material is good, but a piece of mildew on the collar really annoys ah Chou. "I'll make you two more. It's just cold. It's time to add clothes."

"I don't need to add clothes for you," said Zhong Mingwei, looking at ah Chou's white washed outer garment. He was very sad. Even if he did not open his eyes and saw her open toed shoes, he was even more upset. "Buy two more pairs of shoes."