The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Ah Chou hurriedly said: Don't open your mouth in a hurry, you will open your mouth after I deliver the porridge, your face will be sore after opening like this for a while.

Zhong Mingwei didn't seem to hear half of it, he still opened his mouth wide, his eyes were fixed on the spoon in A Chou's hand, A Chou was too busy to scoop up another spoonful of porridge, and blew two mouthfuls quickly, Then hurriedly sent it to Zhong Mingwei.

Soon, a large bowl of porridge was finished, and Ah Chou was so busy that he brought another bowl of porridge. In fact, this bowl belonged to A Chou, but A Chou didn't care about it anymore. Now she just wanted Zhong Mingwei to eat it. He was full, this man was obviously hungry for a long time, and he didn't have the slightest appetite to eat. Ah Chou blamed himself, if he knew that he should have cooked for him last night, he wouldn't be hungry for another night.

After finishing the two bowls of white porridge, Ah Chou put down the bowls, took a handkerchief to wipe Zhong Mingwei's mouth, and asked softly, Do you still want to eat? There's still in the pot.

Yes, there is still in the pot, but there is only half a bowl of white porridge.

Zhong Mingwei shook his head, his eyes, which had been staring at Bai Congee all the time, now looked at Ah Chou without blinking.

Ah Chou felt uncomfortable being looked at by those pitch-black eyes. She had no experience with men, let alone Zhong Mingwei's pair of peach blossom eyes. I was so scared that I couldn't let go of my hands and feet for a while.

Who are you? After a while, Zhong Mingwei spoke, his voice was very hoarse, probably because he hadn't spoken for a long time.

I...I'm Duan Rulan, Ah Chou said in a panic, clutching the handkerchief in her hand nervously, her heart was about to jump into her throat, she was extremely disturbed, she felt that Zhong Mingwei had already She saw it through, and she said with a guilty conscience, It's... Duan Rulan, the prostitute daughter of Duan's mansion, who was engaged to you early in the morning.

I've seen a portrait of Duan, Zhong Mingwei said indifferently, his eyes lingering on A Chou's face, and finally fixed on the small dark red scar on A Chou's chin, If Duan Chenghong's daughter is disfigured, If you dare to marry Donggong without telling the truth, that is courting death.

In the next second, Ah Chou knelt down in front of the bed with a plop, her face was pale, her lips were trembling, she was obviously terribly frightened, she grasped the edge of the bed with both hands, and said to Zhong Mingwei stammeringly: Ma... Your Majesty, my servant...is not Miss Duan, this servant is... Miss Duan's dowry girl, Miss Duan died of a sudden...severe illness when she was in Tongliao. Married to Ninggu Pagoda with the identity of Miss Duan, I beg His Highness the Crown Prince to be merciful! The slaves did not intend to deceive His Highness the Crown Prince! Your Highness is a clear lesson!

What kind of prince am I? Zhong Mingwei curled his lips sarcastically, paused, and laughed at himself, I'm afraid that Miss Duan died of a sudden illness, but she really didn't want to marry me, a paralyzed person. Suicide, right?

A Chou looked at Zhong Mingwei's desolate and mocking face, she didn't know what to say for a while, she bit her lip, and then whispered for a long time: His Royal Highness, you are thinking too much, Miss, she is not unwilling to come to Ninggu Tower , It's just...it's just that Miss's body has always been weak, and she fell ill as soon as she left Beijing, and it's not easy to get to Tongliao...

You raise your head. Zhong Mingwei said suddenly.