The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

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"Pang Yi, don't you feel sorry for me," Zhong Mingwei looked at Pang Yi's trembling lips, and couldn't help but sighed again, "I'm sorry for An's, and I'm sorry for you, at that time, I didn't want to marry An It must be that her sister had already married the third son at that time. It would be ridiculous for me to marry An's again, but the father emperor wanted to use the third son to contain me as the prince of the Eastern Palace, so I had no choice but to marry. "An's", "Zhong Mingwei paused at this point. He stared at the window that was installed by Xin'an, and he lost his mind for a while before continuing." She was the last woman to marry in the East Palace, and it was the most unworthy of me. The woman to be seen, I am tired of both ends of An Zishang ’s first mouse, and I hate that the father emperor always guards against my suspicion, even with it, naturally tired of her, and later it was not long before the princess tacitly confined her to the backyard, now I want to come She was supposed to marry into the East Palace and was imprisoned in less than a month. She was only 16 years old at that time. The best life of her daughter ’s family, she was exhausted in the back house, and later because of me, I was not tolerated by An's family and was forced to come to Ninggu Pagoda. I am really sorry for her, so today, she can give her a good home again. I am very relieved. "

"Yeah, I ..." Pang Yi held Zhong Mingwei's hand tightly and choked with sobs, "I ..."

He really didn't know what to say, was I sorry for you, or did I thank you?

It seems that everything is wrong, and they can't say anything.

"Pang Yi, people can live for decades in this life. Fortunate to meet that person, they must be cherished," Zhong Mingwei said slowly, holding himself tightly with Pang Yi's sweaty hands, "Pang Yi, Staying in Ninggu Tower for a good life, do n’t think about going back to Beijing Normal School in the future, "watching Pang Yi have something to say, Zhong Mingwei truncated his words again and said seriously," You are in Ninggu Tower I can feel at ease. "

Yes, when he returns to the capital, whether it is imprisoned or imprisoned in the clan house, this life is destined to never see his little girl again, and even her news, he will never know, but if Pang Yi can If he stayed in Ninggu Tower, he would be at ease. He knew that Pang Yi would protect his little girl well, and he would look away even if he died.

"Yeah ..." Pang Yi couldn't help it anymore, and howled on Zhong Mingwei's lap. The big man in his thirties looked like he was crying, and his voice was hoarse. "Yeah, how come So hard? Why are you and your wife ... so hard? "

Yeah, why is it so difficult?

How many couples who are blindly and dumbly married have lived their lives noisily, why is it so difficult for him and Meiya?

Zhong Mingwei could n’t understand it either. After thinking for so many days, he did n’t think about it. At this time, he did n’t want to think about it anymore. He just wanted to arrange everything as much as possible. In the world of buds, he wants Meiya to stay in the Ninggu Tower she likes, and her ... future husband and dolls, to live through this life.

As for the rest, he didn't want to think about it now, and he didn't resent it anymore.

In fact, the sky is not thin, so that he was fortunate enough to meet Meiya, although it was only a short year, but it was enough for him to relive the rest of his life, whether it is in the dark and cold Clan House or Huangquan Road, he is satisfied. Too.

But why is he so sad in his heart?

He sat on the kang, staring at the little pink pillow dumbfounded, only to feel that his heart was stuck with the needle, and he tremblingly touched the little pillow while thinking of the afternoon of that day— —

"Ming Wei," that day, after Mi Ya went out, Gu Changlin came to the bedroom. The old man who always talked about laughter and was not serious, suddenly looked serious, and his expression was a little scary. He looked at Zhong Mingwei like this, using That kind of sad and merciful look, for a long time, he sighed softly, and then looked away, "Have you ever thought about why you are thirty-three years old, and have no sons and daughters? I heard you In the former Beijing Normal University, there was no shortage of women in the backyard. "