The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

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Perhaps it is a comfortable life in recent days. A Chou ’s skin is much more delicate than when he first arrived in Ningguta. Once the skin is better, it looks whiter. Especially A Chou ’s skin is very white, but it used to be It is unhealthy, yellowish white at first glance, but now it is ruddy, healthy white, really like peeled boiled eggs.

Zhong Mingwei looked at A Chou's profile with a determined look. At this time, he was a little obsessed, with the kind of eyes that he didn't know, but he could move when looked at by others. In the past, one eye could make people guilty. Characters, such eyes nowadays, can almost kill people.

Obviously this is a person he can see all day long, and obviously this is not a face that falls all over the country.

But this is his cusp, and he hasn't been bored in this life.

And at this moment, his sharp-hearted man is paying attention to making wedding clothes for others. He is not a taste in his heart. He is rubbing his legs and thinking in his heart that he must hurry up and wait for next year. He will get better as soon as spring begins. He will go down the mountain to buy the best silk for his apex, and ask the best embroiderer to make a phoenix crown for her apex.

However, this girl is afraid that she can't look down on other people's embroiderers, must be arguing to embroider on her own?

That ’s fine. At that time, it ’s up to her to embroider. Whatever flowers she likes to embroider, it ’s up to her.

...

Thinking about it, Zhong Mingwei couldn't help but pull his lips and watched that A Chou had embroidered half of the word "囍", and that "囍" was about the size of a fingernail. Although only half of it was embroidered, it was extremely delicate and beautiful. Not only did Zhong Mingwei feel good, but even A Chou was very satisfied. She straightened her slightly sour waist, and then Zhong Mingwei was busy with another bowl of brown sugar jujube tea.

"Don't you drink it just now? Why do you want to drink it again?" A Chou mumbled her mouth, somewhat unhappy. She likes to drink jujube tea, but she can't stand it anyway.

"It must be drunk," Zhong Mingwei urged her, coaxing patiently, "Take a sip more, and you will feel less pain when the time comes."

"It's really wordy, whatever. Sometimes, I always think you are like my dad," Ah Chou whispered, and still went to drink the bowl of brown sugar jujube tea obediently. The remaining half bowl of brown sugar jujube tea was handed to Zhong Mingwei, and he complained to him without saying a word, "No, I can't drink any more, I can't even eat dinner!"

"Got it." Zhong Mingwei said with a smile, and bowed his head to drink the half bowl of sweet and greasy jujube tea.

Jiasheng thirty-two years October tenth

Ninggu Tower.

The brown sugar jujube tea hasn't been drunk in recent days, but this time A Chou's stomach still hurts. A Chou hummed from noon. After eating lunch, he didn't even want to wash the bowl, nestled in Zhong Mingwei's arms The man rubbed his belly.

"Go and burn some brown sugar and **** tea for you again?" Zhong Mingwei felt a little uneasy, and wrapped the quilt more tightly to prevent the wind from leaking in. Although the room was burning kang, it was not cold at all. .

"I don't want to drink anymore. Now I'm breathing, it's all ginger," Ah Chou reluctantly muttered, and then drilled into the man's villain, his hands around the man's waist, like a coquettish milk doll, "You just rub it."

In fact, it ’s true. Although this time, Ah Chou ’s stomach still hurts, but it ’s a slight pain. In fact, she endured a little, but she did n’t want to tell Zhong Mingwei privately, so she pretended to hum just like before. She did n’t want Zhong Mingwei to know that she looked forward to being close to Zhong Mingwei these days every month.

"I can see that it works better than soup," Zhong Mingwei knew that Ah Chou was acting spoiled, and he wasn't worried anymore. He rubbed A Chou's belly bit by bit. A Chou has grown up on his body recently, but his belly is still flat, but it doesn't look like Once there was shriveled, Zhong Mingwei could perceive the softness above it through his clothes, "Stomach hurts, look for the old bear. The old bear is not at home, find three scars, three scars at home to sharpen the knife, scared the child well, also Does it hurt? Does it hurt ... "