The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Washing clothes is the best for Ah Chou, but there is no soap here, and the clothes are heavily moldy, so it is really troublesome to wash. Ah Chou washed them for nearly two hours before washing them. The clothes were cleaned, and then the blankets and sheets that were changed in the morning were also washed. The sheets were too dirty, but Ah Chou couldn't bear to throw them away. Old Jiang said that in the future, it's up to them whether they live or die, so Ah Chou is very frugal now, for the future life of the two of them, she has to think as long as possible.

While doing laundry, Ah Chou thought that after washing, he had to clean up the dormitory so that Zhong Mingwei could live more comfortably. I have to rub my sore back to cook porridge. I don’t know if it’s been a long time. After doing so much work, Ah Chou feels that he has become delicate. Not only does his back hurt, his fingers even have two blisters.

After the porridge was cooked, Ah Chou brought the porridge and pickled vegetables into the dormitory. This time, Zhong Mingwei opened his eyes. Ah Chou was very happy, so he put the porridge down, and then went to the side room to fetch candles for lighting. The upper end came in, and in the side room in the afternoon, Ah Chou found four candles, a total of forty candles, and Ah Chou was very happy.

I don't have time to cook anything else today. It's porridge. I'll clean up the house in two days. I'll make noodles for you. I'm the best at making pasta. Ah Chou sat on the edge of the bed, blowing the porridge while delivering it to Zhong Mingwei. In front of him, Come on, it's not hot anymore.

Hearing her words, Zhong Mingwei lost his appetite. He held his lips mockingly and looked at the flickering candle: Home? What kind of home is this?

Ah Chou looked at the porridge that hadn't been fed out from the spoon, and took it back with some embarrassment. While stirring the porridge in the bowl, she said softly, Then what do you say is home?

Zhong Mingwei was stunned, yes, what is home?

Is that formerly illustrious and towering palace home?

no.

Although there are all his relatives in that place, it is definitely not a home. How can there be so many homes with dark tides? How can there be so many homes of wind swords and frost swords? How could there be a father who forced his son to half-death?

...

So, what exactly is home?

Open your mouth. A spoonful of thick and warm porridge was delivered to Zhong Mingwei again, with a chopstick of pickled vegetables on it. As soon as Zhong Mingwei opened his mouth, the spoonful of porridge was fed into his mouth. Warm, fragrant and smooth, it really warms the heart and stomach. A heart that was originally cold has become warm and melting at this time.

After the meal, Ah Chou changed the wet sheet under Zhong Mingwei's body and put a clean sheet on it. Then she got up to go out with the bowl in her hand, but she stopped suddenly. She turned her head to look at Zhong Mingwei, dizzy. Under the candlelight, Zhong Mingwei didn't know what he was thinking, his eyes looked at the dancing flame without blinking.

Those eyes are so beautiful, unlike that year under the fireworks, shining like stars, at this time, those eyes seem to be two quiet springs under the moonlight, even if they are silent, they are moving, Ah Chou can't help but stare until the candle flame jumped suddenly and made a pop sound.

What's wrong? Zhong Mingwei realized that Ah Chou was still standing in the room.

It's nothing...it's nothing. Ah Chou shook her head in a hurry, looking away, she pointed to the candle on the table, Well, should I put out the candle now?