The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

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The Chongyang is approaching, and the people who come to Cining Palace to give gifts to the Queen Mother are naturally endless. After so much trouble for a long time, they have finally calmed down.

"Yes, there are twenty-one more than last year, and the Zhao family gave eight gifts at a time, all of them are good babies," Bi Qiao was busy, paused, and said with a smile, "but The Zhao family gave this gift strangely, and delivered four copies early in the morning. When Zhao Changrong was out of the palace, the people of the Zhao family sent another person to send another four gifts. This gift also returned The slave-servant was seen for the first time in two rounds. "

"Zhao Changrong has insight, but it's a pity that he has a girl like Zhao Guifei who is not upset, and his heart is really strong," the queen mother said slowly, paused, and suddenly asked Bi Qiao, "An What did you give? "

"Yes, Mrs. Ann, the prince of the ritual department, Mr. An Zishang, went to the palace to give a gift personally. The gift was a gilt bronze statue of the Puxian Bodhisattva. A pair of sachets embroidered by myself was given to the queen mother, and she said that it was added with spices to help the queen mother put her pillow in place. "

"Show me the sachet," the Queen Mother said slowly.

"Yes," Piccolo was too busy to find out the pair of sachets and presented them to the queen mother. "Please, queen mother, look around."

The queen mother looked at the two sachets embroidered with forget-me-not grass on the tray. The workmanship was not a challenge. The embroiderer was only medium, but it was considered to be top-notch among the noble girls of the family. The queen mother was obviously very satisfied. , Nodded gently: "The craftsmanship is good."

"The slave maid also thinks that Xiao An's craftsmanship is good," Bi Qiao said with a smile, and said, "And Xiao An's is also attentive, for the lady beside you must embroider Peony Phoenix, this little An's embroidered worry Grass, my mind is unique. "

The queen mother didn't speak, but she even reached out and gently touched the soft and gentle sorrel grass on the sachet, and nodded for a while: "OK, take it."

"Yes." Piccolo bowed back with the tray.

Jiasheng thirty-two years September 18

Ninggu Tower.

The sky was completely cold. When I woke up early, a thin layer of ice had formed in the tub. Aghouba gritted a bucket of water from the well with a grin, and quickly carried it into the room.

"Zhong Mingwei, it's frozen outside!" A Chou rubbed his hands and said to Zhong Mingwei, "It's going to snow in a few days."

"Is there enough food at home?" Zhong Mingwei was a little worried.

"Enough is enough. Didn't you pull back some food and meat from the market the day before yesterday?" A Chou nodded so busy that, while pouring cold water in the basin, he walked over to wash Zhong Mingwei's face while throwing a hot veil. Rubbing it on Zhong Mingwei's face, "I'll learn to pickle Chinese cabbage with Grandma Chen in a few days. So many Chinese cabbages are enough for us to eat for a while."

"I can do it myself ..." Rao Shi said so on his mouth, but Zhong Mingwei didn't mean to reach out to pick up the veil, so that Ah Chou rubbed his face at once, he wasn't lazy, but he just liked Ah The ugly washes his face, and the little hand wrapped in the girl in the hot lap wiped his face round and round, this feeling is so beautiful.

"You can't wash well," A Chou disgusted Baba authentically, and wiped his chin from behind his chin to Zhong Mingwei's ear. Zhong Mingwei was so clean, she was better than Zhong Mingwei, and she was more careful in her work. The head, neck, ears, and back of the brain will inevitably be wiped once again. As a result, when you rub it behind your ears, A Chou will be dissatisfied.

"I see, isn't this just a scrub ..." Zhong Mingwei did not believe it.

"Look, look," Ahouu handed the cedar to Zhong Mingwei, and the white veil was on top of it. There were really a few small dirts on it, and Aguiu was very disgusted.

This time, Zhong Mingwei felt uncomfortable, humming while scratching his head: "There must be a lot of dust in this room, otherwise I won't be able to produce so much dust on me ..."