The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Yeah, I never expected it, Xiao An shook her head lightly, and sighed, I only knew that His Highness had collapsed completely, but I also thought that a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. How could I know...

Xiao An didn't say any more, just sighed and shook her head again.

You didn't expect it, I'm afraid it's impossible for people in the whole world to think of it, Pang Yi curled his lips ironically, and said bitterly, The grandson of the phoenix, the grandson of the emperor and the eldest son of the empress, would fall into such a situation. , how is this possible? Who would believe it?

It was the first time for Xiao An to see Pang Yi's expression, and she was so busy that she comforted her: Fortunately, Your Highness is in good health, and that is the most important thing.

Health and safety? Pang Yi held his lips bitterly.

If he was really healthy and healthy, what would he have to complain and resent?

He really hated that puddle of sewage in the capital, and wished he could go in now and kill all those villains!

Xiao An felt that Pang Yi's appearance was a bit scary, so she changed the subject in a hurry. She pointed to the door and asked Pang Yi: This door is strange, one is new and the other is old. What's going on?

Pang Yi also looked at the two doors. As he watched, a scene appeared in front of his eyes. Zhong Mingwei hugged Mei Ya and knelt in the snow and ice. Hugging Meiya madly and desperately, crying for help, the broken door panel was in the ravine behind her...

At that time, he was not there, and he heard it from Grandma Chen. For some reason, he was a little lucky, glad that he didn't see Zhong Mingwei's despair and collapse.

If he saw it, he might not be able to control the knife in his hand, and he might go straight to the capital. He was not afraid of death, but it would definitely cost the lives of Zhong Mingwei and Meiya.

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After a while, Pang Yi said in a deep voice: On the night of the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, Madam suddenly contracted typhoid fever and passed out. His Highness removed a door panel and pushed Madam down the mountain to see the doctor.

An understatement made Xiao An's whole body tremble. She knew that Zhong Mingwei was now disabled and couldn't even walk. She couldn't imagine how a cripple would send a patient down the mountain. When the mountain was covered by heavy snow, Xiao An only felt that her heart was stuffed with something, stuffy, swollen, and a little sad.

Let's go, don't make His Highness wait too long. Pang Yi said, pushing the door open.

Yes. Xiao An hurriedly followed into the door.

Master, the person has already arrived. Xiao An waited in the outer hall, and Pang Yi went into the bedroom to report.

Let her come in, Zhong Mingwei said calmly, while looking at Pang Yi again, you don't need to serve here.

Pang Yi was startled, then bowed and said, Yes, this subordinate will leave.

As soon as Xiao An heard Zhong Mingwei's voice, she immediately became frightened again. Zhong Mingwei's voice was still the same as before, low and indifferent. When she was not married to him, Xiao An thought that voice was very charming, and wished to hear it every day His voice, later, she married into the East Palace as she wished, but gradually, this voice became her nightmare.

Go in, my master is waiting inside. Pang Yi said to Xiao An, seeing the fine beads of sweat oozing from her forehead, he felt a little distressed, but in the end he couldn't say anything more, so he turned around and left immediately .

Xiao An took a few deep breaths, and then retreated to the bedroom door.

Your Highness... Just as soon as she entered the bedroom and saw Zhong Mingwei, Xiao An's nose suddenly became sour, and she knelt down in front of the kang with a plop, and when she spoke again, her voice was choked up, Your Highness, you... ...how are you? Are you all right?

Zhong Mingwei also looked at her, this woman he couldn't even remember her face, watched her come in with fear, then knelt down in front of him, and then sobbed endlessly.

He thought he had no memory of the women in the back house of the East Palace, but at this moment, hearing Xiao An's suppressed tears, he suddenly remembered that when he met for the first time that year, it was not that he had no more love for Xiao An, but He remembered that Xiao An was sixteen years old at that time.

Like Meiya, they both met him when they were sixteen years old.

Sixteen years old, still so young, so immature, so ignorant and beautiful.

Zhong Mingwei looked at the woman in front of him, feeling a little dazed for a moment, his sixteen years were so far away from him.

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