The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Zhong Mingwei nodded: OK.

Ah Chou put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand, and instead of blowing out the candles in a hurry, he went to tuck Zhong Mingwei in the quilt first. He knew that Zhong Mingwei would not turn over at night, but Ah Chou still tucked the corners of the quilt tightly Yes, it is May day, but the night in the ancient pagoda is still cool.

After tucking in the quilt, Ah Chou blew out the candles, and went out with the bowls and chopsticks.

Zhong Mingwei lay on the bed, his body was dry and comfortable, his body was covered with a soft and fluffy quilt, his face was no longer a greasy and smelly pillow, but a soft red pillow with a touch of sweet-scented osmanthus fragrant.

It's been a long time since such a comfortable night, but Zhong Mingwei didn't feel sleepy at all, the words that A Chou asked him were all over and over in his mind——

Then what do you mean by home?

He couldn't figure it out, he didn't have an answer.

Since he was a child, no one has ever told him what family is. His mother died young, and the queen mother loved him. But the queen mother never sees people when she pays respects to the Buddha. She doesn’t see many people in a year. His father is busy, and sometimes he doesn’t have time to see him for several months. He, whenever he sees his father, he must respond to his father's questions in fear and fear, and he dare not even speak loudly, let alone such gentle and childish words.

However, the Taifu told him that the Taifu said that for the emperor, the world is his home.

He understands Tai Tuo's words, so he has followed his master's teachings all these years.

But today, he is completely unaware of the problem that girl said so lightly.

...

After a tiring day, Ah Chou finally lay down. The firewood under her body was uneven, but she thought you were too tired and didn’t bother to check it. She turned around and stared blankly at the dark wall, her body was already exhausted. Extreme, but her brain was still excited.

Tomorrow, she has to get up earlier, she has to clean up the house, she has to take out the table in the side room, rinse it and move it into the kitchen so that she can make noodles for Zhong Mingwei. We need to pull out the grass in the yard as soon as possible, and see if we can find some seeds and grow some vegetables. It’s not a problem to eat pickles all the time, she can bear it, but Zhong Mingwei can’t, he’s not healthy I was already weak and had bed sores, so I had to mend it...

By the way, what about the bed sores on his body?

Well, I have to go out to invite a doctor for him when I have time... Forget it, I'm afraid he doesn't want to see the doctor, so he can go and buy him ointment and come back, but where to buy it? It was the salary she had saved as a slave in Yuqing Palace all these years. She had to save some money for the five taels of silver, buy more ointment for Zhong Mingwei to save, and buy a few bed sheets for changing and washing, as well as comfortable bed sheets. Zhong Mingwei can't always be naked for clothes and so on, and he has to buy some meat, or else he can store up some rice noodles?

...

While calculating the usage and cost of five taels of silver, Ah Chou finally fell into a deep sleep.

the next day.

As expected, Ah Chou woke up early. This time, she didn't rush to make a fire to make food. Instead, she boiled the hot water first, carried the mixed hot water lightly, and entered the bedroom. She almost forgot about it last night. When changing the order for Zhong Mingwei, she repeatedly told herself that she must not forget it again, and that with her around, she must not let Zhong Mingwei suffer that kind of crime again.

Moreover, Zhong Mingwei was good at face, and A Chou felt that he would change the list for him while he was asleep in the future, and he felt uncomfortable again if he didn't.