The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

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The vinegar jar on that side has been knocked all over the place, and the stinky girl who is not familiar with this side continues to fan the fire: "Mr. Chen is so nice, just asked me if I need anything, saying that it was a few days later. Grandma Chen and I are going back to Tunzi for the holiday, and I said, I want to write to us the Spring Festival couplets, you always do like this ... "

"Who wants him to write the Spring Festival couplets?" Zhong Mingwei finally couldn't help but roared at the door. "I'm not going to write!"

"I knew you would say that, hey," next second, A Chouhuan happily pushed the door in, holding a pen, ink and paper inkstone, and walked to Kang with a smile, "A few days ago, I was at the market When I saw someone selling Spring Festival couplets, I bought these together, and bought red paper. I thought about writing Spring Festival couplets for you. Hey, you can use them. "

Unable to get the gift, he finally seized the opportunity to send it out, and Ah Chou's heart was full of joy.

"If you are reluctant to buy Ejiao, you are willing to buy these messes." Zhong Mingwei looked at the ink brush, ink, paper and inkstone and couldn't help but stare at Ahou.

"Look, you said this again ..." A Chou was dissatisfied, muttering softly, and took the pen to Zhong Mingwei in front of him, a little embarrassedly, "Do you look at this pen? The store said yes I do n’t know anything about it. I do n’t know if you ’re used to it. ”

"Very good," Zhong Mingwei glanced at the pole and even the cheap writing brush, nodded, and glanced at the rough rough inkstone on the kang, and said, "It's all fine."

"Hey, I also think it's good. I bought a lot of things, and the shopkeeper gave a stack of straw paper," A Chou suddenly smiled, and while holding in another stack of straw paper, he looked at Zhong Mingwei eagerly, "Do you need to practice your hands today?"

"OK," Zhong Mingwei nodded and looked at Ah Chou with a smile, "but you have to polish my ink."

"But ... I won't." A Chou rubbed his hands a little bit pretentiously.

"Come here, I will teach you."

"Ah!" A ugly agreed, and withdrew his shoes and climbed onto the bed.

...

"Don't hold your fingers too tightly, don't make your fingers so stiff," Zhong Mingwei looked at Aguhou nervously, but smiled while holding Acuhou's hand, "What's so nervous? You have to put your brush on Break it. "

"I haven't had a pen before," A Chou looked at Zhong Mingwei a little pitifully, "You don't know, when I saw this screwdriver, ink and paper inkstone, my calves turned around, and I was not afraid of it. Fear of these. "

"What's so scary? It's like embroidering needles, practice makes perfect," Zhong Mingwei lowered his head and kissed the ugly and clean forehead, then said softly, "Don't be afraid, I will teach you how to write."

Zhong Mingwei held Ah Chou's hand, the quivering nib fell on the yellowing grass, and he wrote a little, writing a "one", the brush was raised again, and A Chou let out a long breath, voila Looking at the crooked words on the paper, he looked disgusted: "You don't think I'm talented."

"When I first wrote, was it uglier than this? The sir still beat me at the time," Zhong Mingwei didn't dislike it, while comforting her again, "Isn't that right? Just as this pen is an embroidery needle Writing. "

"How can I compare with the embroidery needle? I used the embroidery needle for the first time, it's okay," Agghou muttered, but obviously not as lost as before. Now he drew the pen and dipped it in ink, and squinted at Zhong Mingwei with a crooked face. , "Good Master, you will teach me again!"

"You don't pay the tuition for the idea, where does Master want to teach you?" Zhong Mingwei deliberately sternly said.

"Is that enough?" A Chou leaned over and kissed the man's chin in the dark, shyly.

"That's enough ..." Zhong Mingwei said as he lowered his head, covering his ruddy lips.

Holding a brush in his hand, Ahou did not dare to move, but it was cheaper, Zhong Mingwei, and kissed for a while, until Aughou could not breathe, Zhong Mingwei could not stand up, and faced the blushing face with spring breeze. Ugly, a full-bodied and sloppy look.

"Bah!" Ah Chou blushed at him while whispering softly, "Where is your teacher who has no skin and no face?"

"You will be as skinless and shameless as you," Zhong Mingwei smiled lowly against Ahou's forehead. "What words do you want to learn? Mr. is in a good mood today, what the little girl wants to learn, and all the gentlemen teach."

"Zhong Mingwei." A Ugly whispered.