The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Zhong Mingwei felt that he had changed, that he had become timid and useless. He used to be the most indifferent and hard-hearted person, but now because of these trivial noises, his heart would become unbearably soft, and because of the half-day loneliness, He would feel empty in his heart, even uneasy and afraid. He felt that he had become another person, a person who even felt strange to himself.

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Got it!

The door opened.

Zhong Mingwei swallowed hard, and then turned his face to the other side. The blurry window paper was torn open by the wind. He followed the opening and looked at Ah Chou, who was almost older than her. When the big bamboo basket came in, she must have stepped lightly on purpose, and slowly, stooping, moved step by step into the firewood room, and after a while, the girl was carrying something again, and walked towards him step by step. Moving over here, Zhong Mingwei was so busy that he turned his face away.

Zhong Mingwei heard the footsteps gradually approaching, and then stopped by the bed. What she was carrying should be ointment. At this time, the room was filled with a faint smell of herbs, which was cool and pleasant.

Haven't woken up yet? A Chou muttered softly, put the ointment on the bedside, she climbed onto the bed lightly, and then watched Zhong Mingwei turn around with his eyes squinted, as if he had just woken up, A Chou Overjoyed, Are you awake?

Well, Zhong Mingwei said calmly, his eyes slid over A Chou's sweaty forehead, and then fell on a white jade Guanyin pendant that was adjusted from A Chou's collar. Zhong Mingwei, who is used to rare treasures, couldn't help but take a second look, This pendant is quite beautiful.

Isn't it? I also think it's beautiful. It was left to me by my mother, Ah Chou was a little proud. He took a look at the pendant, wiped the sweat stains on his sleeve with his sleeve, and then stuffed it into his collar. , This is my favorite.

Your mother... left it to you? Zhong Mingwei was a little surprised. Ah Chou said that he was a criminal slave, but the material of this pendant is obviously not bad. If it is not a wealthy family, how can such a good thing be found.

I'm not a born slave. Ah Chou obviously understood Zhong Mingwei's meaning, and immediately rolled his eyes at Zhong Mingwei, took the ointment and stirred it, and said to Zhong Mingwei, My father was originally an official, but something happened later. My son, I was born in the middle of nowhere, my parents are dead, I saved my life because I was young, but I became a criminal slave and was sent to the Clothes Bureau.

Your father is...? Zhong Mingwei asked again, thinking that he might still know about Ah Chou's life experience.

I don't know, I don't even know my last name. I was only four years old when I entered the palace as a maidservant, and I don't remember anything at all, A Chou said, lifting the quilt from Zhong Mingwei's body, and digging out the ointment Put it on his back, and apply it lightly on him, I asked the doctor, and he said, as long as you keep applying the ointment, your bed sore will heal in a short time, but it may hurt a little, so bear with it. Ha!

It really hurts, Zhong Mingwei gritted his teeth and endured it, naturally he didn't bother to ask who A Chou's parents were, the cold ointment became extremely hot under the rubbing of those little hands, from the shoulders to the back of the waist, this kind of fiery heat The pain comes, but he doesn’t feel uncomfortable, he even likes this kind of pain a little distortedly, at least it can prove that his flesh and blood still exist, this body is not dead, he is grateful and grateful Enjoy the pain A Chou brought him.