The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Then do you still want to drink now? A Chou looked at the smile on his face, but for some reason, he felt a pain in his heart. This man is in his thirties, and he has fallen into the middle age. In such a situation, no one loves him anymore, no one pampers him anymore, in this desolate land surrounded by grass and grass, he only has her now.

No, Zhong Mingwei shook his head, pursed his lips at Ah Chou, and said a little coyly, I just want to drink some red bean porridge.

Ah? Ah Chou obviously didn't expect it, and his face was dumbfounded.

Didn't you just say that there is still half a pot of red bean porridge? Zhong Mingwei said again, with a rare look of embarrassment, I want to drink more.

Oh... Ah Chou responded, then got out of bed, and went to the kitchen listlessly with a bowl in his hand.

After a while, Ah Chou came back, a little embarrassed, holding a small bowl of red bean porridge, sitting on the edge of the bed, gently stirring the red bean porridge inside: Just... when I served the rice just now, I , I couldn't hold back, drank... drank more than half a bowl, and now there is so much left...

Zhong Mingwei looked at the half bowl of red bean porridge, and his lips tightened suddenly. His heart was simmering with anger, but he couldn't express the anger when facing the listless Ah Chou. After a while, his lips softened little by little. When he got down, he looked at Ah Chou's slightly flushed eyes, and said softly, Let's have dinner together in the future, and the two of us will enjoy eating together.

Oh. Ah Chou's voice was a little hoarse, she didn't dare to say anything more, she was so busy scooping up a spoonful of red bean porridge and brought it to Zhong Mingwei, watching Zhong Mingwei eat the spoonful of red bean porridge, she let out a sigh of relief.

You can drink it too, Zhong Mingwei said to Ah Chou, Warm red bean porridge tastes better than hot ones.

Really? Ah Chou took it seriously, and quickly took a spoon to eat it. As soon as she met Zhong Mingwei's smiling eyes, she knew that she had been fooled, and she only ate it after warming it up. ? Ah Chou secretly scolded himself for being stupid, the mouthful of red bean porridge in his mouth couldn't go up and down, and finally he swallowed the porridge with great difficulty under Zhong Mingwei's watchful eyes.

Is it delicious? Zhong Mingwei asked her with a smile.

Ah Chou just ignored him, and immediately scooped up a large spoonful of red bean porridge and fed it into the man's mouth. The porridge was not hot, so she wasn't worried at all that it would burn him.

Take another bite, Zhong Mingwei swallowed the porridge in his mouth, raised his eyes and said to Ah Chou, You obviously like sweet things, eat more.

Which of your eyes can see that I like sweets? Ah Chou muttered, but he still took a spoonful of red bean porridge and ate it by himself, and then fed another spoonful into Zhong Mingwei's mouth Li, Talk about me, don't you also love sweets?

I'm a big man, how can I like sweets?

Still stubborn! Eat me a spoonful!

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In Ninggu Pagoda in May, in the dark dusk, in the empty and simple house, on the huge plank bed, two people are like children, sharing a little bit of sweetness.

The fifth day of May in the thirty-second year of Jiasheng

capital.

Compassion Palace.

Ever since the crown prince was abolished, the Empress Dowager Xu has been sick all the time. Long live Lord Zhong Zhiheng is a dutiful son, and whenever he is free, he will go to the Palace of Compassion and Serenity to serve the Empress Dowager decoction, but every time the Empress Dowager sees him, his condition will worsen Repeatedly, in the end, Long Live Lord didn't go there very much, but today is the Dragon Boat Festival, Zhong Zhiheng still went to pay his respects to the Queen Mother.