The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Master... Pang Yi's heart suddenly felt sore, Don't say that, the Queen Mother also has difficulties...

Yes, she does have difficulties, Zhong Mingwei said indifferently, While she worked hard to support me all the way to the East Palace, at the same time, she did not forget to leave a way for them, the Xu family, to work so hard. It is rare in the world to see her work so hard.

Pang Yi's lips moved, and he wanted to say something, but he still didn't say it. What Zhong Mingwei said was right. The Queen Mother never placed all bets on Zhong Mingwei. That...is Huichang there?

Now, Zhong Mingwei's body is crippled, and it is impossible for him to aspire to the Ninth Five-Year Plan. In the blink of an eye, that Hui Chang has become the most favored woman in front of Long Live Lord. How calm and indifferent is the Queen Mother?

Master, if you're not happy, I'll burn these banknotes... Pang Yi really couldn't see Zhong Mingwei's expression, so he immediately picked up the stack of banknotes.

Why did you burn it? Zhong Mingwei cut off Pang Yi's words, took the stack of bank notes from him, patted the bank notes and said, I accept this ten thousand taels of silver, and the rest of my life Without worrying about eating and drinking, the Xu family can breathe a sigh of relief, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds?

But... Pang Yi muttered, not knowing what to say.

It's okay, wash up and sleep quickly, you have to hurry tomorrow, Zhong Mingwei said to Pang Yi, pointing to the big bed opposite, Stop sleeping on the floor, go to sleep on the bed.

Yes, this subordinate obeys. Pang Yi did not refuse either. He grew up with Zhong Mingwei, and Zhong Mingwei has always treated him kindly. It was common for him to sleep in the same room when he was a child. Two days ago, Zhong Mingwei was too emotional. I didn't realize that Pang Yi spent the night on the ground.

When you come back from Yanshe, find someone to build a kang in the side room. Then, you move to the side room, Zhong Mingwei said again. When Ah Chou comes back, he will naturally not let Pang Yi live in this house again. After a pause, Zhong Mingwei added, It's cold now, I'm afraid no one will come to build the kang, then you can buy more charcoal basins and put them in the house, or roll down the mountain and find a place to live by yourself.

Yes, when Madam comes back, this subordinate won't stay here to annoy the master, and then this subordinate will definitely get away. Pang Yi said with a smile, Zhong Mingwei is in a good mood today, and it is rare for him to dare to joke Zhong Mingwei.

Fuck you! Zhong Mingwei couldn't hold back his face, and he raised his hand and threw the large coarse porcelain bowl that had been drunk towards Pang Yi's face.

Snapped!

In the next second, Pang Yi caught the bowl steadily, and went out with a playful smile.

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The tenth day of the first month of the thirty-third year of Jiasheng

early morning.

Ning Guta magistrate Yamen.

Kong Wenjie sat on the kang with a dull and tired face, leaning against the wall with his body arched, yawning from time to time, and from time to time he glanced at Kong Wenmin who was sleeping beside him loudly, watching him sleep soundly. It was so beautiful, with snot bubbles coming out, Kong Wenjie couldn't help but squeezed his fists, aiming at his brother's face.

Hey, hey, hey! Get up! Get up! In the end, Kong Wenjie was still reluctant to make a move, and patted Kong Wenmin's shoulder vigorously, When will you pay back?

What... Kong Wenmin muttered, frowned and turned to the outside, Don't make any noise, I'll see if I won't kill you, you little scholar, hello brothers, Sanxingzhao, Sixicai, fifth leader, Liuliu Shun...

The corner of Kong Wenjie's mouth twitched suddenly: ...

You still have the nerve to say that people are 666? Look how much you are! Kong Wenjie yelled, while pulling the quilt off Kong Wenmin's body, and pulled the sleeping man away without any explanation. Get up, I've never seen you so embarrassing. You don't know what kind of drinker you are? You still have to go to drink others, and the result? Is there anything wrong with the little scholar! Look at you! Can't you throw it away? Shame!

Kong Wenmin rubbed his sleepy eyes, yawned, and scratched the chicken coop hair on his head: ...Who is it? The noise in the morning, I've blown my head from you.

I didn't make a fuss about you, you did it yourself! Kong Wenjie couldn't help yelling at his elder brother, I said brother, if we can't drink, we can use another method to challenge others in the future ? Tell me, you can’t even drink a young scholar who can’t lift your shoulders or lift your hands. If the news spreads, do you feel that your face is radiant, or what?”