The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

They... are inconvenient, they fell asleep, Chen Qingxuan struggled to speak, and while putting the tray on the table, said to Grandma Chen in a deep voice, Forget it, let them have a good sleep, Let’s warm up the medicine and give it to her in the morning.”

How can he sleep in the house? Grandma Chen frowned suddenly, and walked towards the room behind her, babbling nonstop, Although he is an elder, he is a man after all. I saw that he was not very old, so why didn't he know how to avoid suspicion? No, I have to wake him up...

Grandma! Chen Qingxuan grabbed Grandma Chen suddenly. He didn't know how to speak, and there was an inexplicable emotion in his tone. After a pause, he said to Grandma Chen, I asked him The one who rested in the room, his legs and feet were so badly injured, if he walked back again, those two legs would be in serious trouble. You know, my kang is very big, even if they fall asleep together, it’s okay, you just Don't go in and cause trouble...

How can it be nothing? Qingxuan, you've made your mind stupid when you study? That girl is only seventeen! It's the age to avoid suspicion, Grandma Chen said with a disapproving expression, and went to push the door again, Besides, Even if you let him stay, how could he have the nerve to really stay? As an elder, why is he so confused...

Grandma! I beg you! Chen Qingxuan was almost speechless. He grabbed Grandma Chen and dragged her into the kitchen, pretending to be pitifully busy, Grandma, I've been busy all day. , you didn’t even bother to eat the hot rice, so you just take pity on my big grandson, okay? Cook me a bowl of noodles now! Please!”

Hey! Grandma is going to cook noodles for you now! The most beloved grandson shouted that he was hungry, and Grandma Chen was so busy that she went to make noodles, and naturally she couldn't remember anything about male and female defense.

Chen Qingxuan looked at Grandma Chen who was busy in the kitchen, and then he let out a long sigh of relief. He walked out of the kitchen and walked towards the outer hall. When he passed the closed door, he couldn't help but He stopped again, staring at the door for a while, and then walked away.

...

The eighth day of the first lunar month in the 33rd year of Jiasheng

Ning Guta.

Pang Yi and Xiao An finally arrived at Chenjiatun early this morning.

The carriage was driving on the desolate and deserted street, and the two of them sat in the carriage and sat outside the carriage, neither said anything, except for the clear cracking of the whip, there was no other sound.

Pang Yi looked at the white world in front of him, feeling a little dazed. He had been to this place before, but the last time he came, he rode his horse and galloped all the way. But this time, on the same small street, he walked very slowly.

Hoo!

The carriage stopped in front of the only open inn called His Village on the street. Pang Yi jumped out of the carriage and patted the carriage door gently: Madam, get out of the carriage.

After a pause, the carved carriage door was pushed open from the inside, revealing Xiao An's calm and haggard face. She looked at Pang Yi, and then looked at the strange and desolate street in front of her, slowly Slowly opened his mouth: Is it here?

Obviously asking a question, but obviously not expecting anyone to answer.

Pang Yi didn't speak, and stretched out his hand to Xiao An silently. Xiao An stared blankly at the man's hand stretched out in front of him. This hand is really big, wide and big, with old fingers. Long, with thick and distinct joints, full of calluses, making the hand look abnormally rough, but the bulging blood vessels on it also reveal a strong masculinity.

Such hands, one can tell at a glance that they have been weather-beaten and used to holding swords and horse reins. They are not at all like the hands of the noble son who opened the capital. They are as white as jade, and the paper fan is gently shaking, showing a sense of elegance.

...

Guest officer, are you a top player or staying in the shop? The shop waiter came out to greet him with a festive and enthusiastic smile.

Pang Yi didn't speak, and kept his head down silently, like a wooden stake. It was not until he felt the warmth and slipperiness on the back of his hand that his wooden stake finally responded. His Adam's apple moved up and down, and then he bent over to support Xiao An got out of the carriage, and as soon as those little feet stood firm, the weight on the back of her hands disappeared immediately. Pang Yi was stunned, and then stood up straight.

Stay in the shop. Pang Yi said to the waiter in the shop.