The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Pang Yi, don't feel sorry for me, Zhong Mingwei looked at Pang Yi's trembling lips, and couldn't help sighing again, I'm sorry for An, and I'm sorry for you. At that time, I didn't want to marry An Her elder sister must have married the third son at that time. It would be outrageous for me to marry An Shi again, but my father wanted to use the third son to contain me, the prince of the East Palace, so my fate was difficult, so I had to marry An's. At this point, Zhong Mingwei paused, he stared blankly at the newly installed window, lost his mind for a while, and continued after a while, She is the last woman to marry into the East Palace, and she is also the most unworthy of me. The woman I'm waiting to see, I'm tired of An Zishang's head and mouse, and I hate my father for always being wary and suspicious of me. She should have just married into the East Palace, and was imprisoned in less than a month. She was only sixteen years old at that time, and the best years of her daughter's family were wasted in the back house. Later, it was because of me, I am really sorry that she was not tolerated by An's family and was forced to come to Ninggu Pagoda, so today, I am very pleased that she can give her a good home again.

Master, I... Pang Yi held Zhong Mingwei's hand tightly, and said with sobs, I...

He really doesn't know what to say, am I sorry for you, or am I thanking you?

It seems that nothing is right to say, and there is no way to say it.

Pang Yi, a person's life can last for decades. If you are lucky enough to meet that person, you must cherish it, Zhong Mingwei said slowly, holding himself tightly with Pang Yi's sweaty hand, Pang Yi, Stay in Ningguta and live a good life, and don’t even think about going back to the capital in the future. Seeing that Pang Yi had something to say, Zhong Mingwei cut off his words again, and said seriously, You are in Ningguta. I can feel at ease.

That's right, when he returns to the capital, no matter whether he is imprisoned or imprisoned in the clan mansion, he is destined to never see his little girl again in this life, and he will not even know her news again, but if Pang Yi can If he stays in Ningguta, he can feel at ease, he knows that Pang Yi will definitely protect his little girl well, even if he dies, he can rest in peace.

Master... Pang Yi couldn't bear it anymore, and began to cry on Zhong Mingwei's lap. The appearance of a man in his thirties crying was really ugly, and his voice was hoarse and piercing. Is it so difficult? Why is it so difficult for you and your wife?

Yes, why is it so difficult?

How many blind and dumb married couples lived their lives in a row, why is it so difficult for him and Meiya?

Zhong Mingwei also couldn't figure it out, after thinking about it for so many days, he didn't think it through, at this time, he didn't want to think about it anymore, he just tried to arrange everything as well as possible, and he wanted to let himself quit the United States completely. In Ya's world, he wants Meiya to stay in Ningguta, which she likes, and live a good life with her... future husband and baby.

As for the rest, he doesn't think about it now, and he doesn't hold any grudges anymore.

In fact, God is not thin, and he was lucky to meet Meiya. Although it was only a short year, it was enough for him to reminisce about the rest of his life. Whether it was in the dark and cold clan mansion, or on the road to Huangquan, he was satisfied. up.

But why is he so sad?

Sitting on the kang, he stared blankly at the little pink pillow, feeling as if his heart had been pricked by a needle. While trembling, he stretched out his hand to touch the little pillow, and at the same time thought of that afternoon— —

Ming Wei, that day, after Meiya went out, Gu Changlin came to the bedroom. The old man who always liked to talk and laugh, and was not serious, suddenly became serious, and his expression was a bit scary. He just looked at Zhong Mingwei like this, and used For a long time, he sighed softly, then turned his eyes away, Have you ever thought about why you are thirty-three years old and have no children? I heard that you In the past, in the capital, there was no shortage of women in the backyard.