The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Zhong Mingwei's face became more and more ugly, and his lips trembled for a long time before he could speak again: You said... there is a big stone by the well?

Yeah, I put it by the well. Fortunately, it didn't freeze on the ground. I picked it up as soon as I picked it up. Otherwise, I really don't know where to find such a big stone to break the ice and get water. As Pang Yi said, he frowned and looked at Zhong Mingwei's knees. It’s freezing, I’ll quickly boil a pot of hot water for you to cover your knees, don’t sit like this, quickly cover the quilt, don’t be cold anymore, hurry up and invite a doctor tomorrow, let him take care of you Let me show you the injury...

Zhong Mingwei saw Pang Yi's mouth opening and closing. He knew that Pang Yi was talking, but he couldn't hear anything. His mind was already in a mess, and his ears were full of buzzing , except for Ah Chou's uncomfortable sobbing in his arms that night, he really couldn't hear anything.

After a while, his eyes moved away from Pang Yi's open and closed mouth, his eyes slid across the mess of firewood, the bucket of water with ice shards in front of the kang, and finally fell on the top of the kang, the half-new On the old black cotton trousers, he bent down, gently reached for the black cotton trousers, pulled them in front of him, gently rubbed the black cotton trousers with his big hands, after three days, the cotton trousers were still It was wet, so one can imagine how wet the cotton trousers were at that time.

Zhong Mingwei's lips trembled violently, just like his hand at this moment, the usually strong hand of Kong Wu, trembled cowardly at this moment, and finally grabbed the black cotton trousers, and hugged him in his arms. arms.

That girl, was she afraid she was going to freeze to death?

It's such a cold day, and it's uncomfortable for the body. The water with ice balls splashed half of the body, can it not be frozen? Could it be cold? !

That day, as soon as he was at the gate, he saw the icy surface, and he already guessed that the girl must have gone downhill to fetch water, but she finally reached the gate, but slipped and fell, splashing half of her body. Fearing that he would see it, she hurriedly went back to her room and changed that dirty cotton jacket. Unfortunately, this girl only had one pair of cotton trousers, and there was no need to change at all, so she insisted on wearing wet cotton trousers all day long!

At that time, he was actually more angry than distressed. He was angry with this girl for not eating well water and insisting on going down the mountain to fetch water, but at this time, what else did he not understand?

Why was a big stone suddenly placed at the mouth of the well?

Why did the girl insist on braving the snow to go down the mountain to fetch water?

...

How stupid and stupid is that girl, to go down the mountain to carry water for fear of disturbing his clear dream? !

How can there be such a person in this world? !

how can that be possible? !

Zhong Mingwei gritted his teeth tightly, and hugged the black cotton trousers in his arms even tighter.

Your Highness, are you hungry? How about I cook some dumplings for you? I saw just now that there are still many dumplings on the table in the outer hall, Pang Yi said while lifting the lid of the pot, frowning Looking at the sticky gnocchi soup inside, he rolled up his sleeves, picked up the spoon and water basin on the pot table, and was about to scoop it out, Your Highness, tonight, you need to live first...

What are you doing?! Zhong Mingwei suddenly shouted, staring nervously at the small half pot of noodle soup, and sternly said to Pang Yi, What do you want to do?!

Pang Yi was taken aback. He looked at Zhong Mingwei's tense and angry expression, and suddenly felt a thud in his heart. He grew up with Zhong Mingwei, so he got used to him early in the morning. So at this moment, facing such a face, Pang Yi was a little scared, but more puzzled.

He stood up embarrassingly, and explained to Zhong Mingwei: Your Highness, I am washing the pot. After washing the pot, I can cook dumplings for you...

I'll just eat this. Zhong Mingwei cut off Pang Yi's words, staring at the small half pot of noodle soup without blinking, without any hint of a joke at all.

This? Pang Yi was tongue-tied all of a sudden. He looked at the sticky noodle soup and then at Zhong Mingwei. He felt that he shouldn't talk too much, but he opened his mouth anyway, Your Highness, this side The pimple soup may have been stored for several days, and it must be broken. If you eat it, you may have a stomachache, so let your subordinates cook dumplings for you...