The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Prefect Yamen.

After Kong Wenjie and Kong Wenmin sent Pang Yi out of the magistrate's yamen, they went back. Kong Wenmin went to report the matter to Fang Zuotang. Kong Wenjie felt uncomfortable, so he went back to his room to rest.

It is said that the body is not very comfortable, but in fact it is not very comfortable in the heart.

Kong Wenjie looked at the glaring red wedding invitation, his heart was about to break into eight petals, obviously the more he looked at it the more uncomfortable he was, but he read it over and over again.

She is getting married.

Not forced, not to be married, but really married.

Zhong Mingwei should like her very much, otherwise, he would not have given her such a nice name with so much thought, and he would not have invited the two brothers and the magistrate to watch the ceremony. I can understand Zhong Mingwei's painstaking efforts, so Zhong Mingwei really likes her.

Also, such a good little girl, who wouldn't like it?

Kong Wenjie closed the wedding invitation silently, staring at the barren yard outside the window, lost in thought, every detail of his acquaintance with Meiya was rolling in his mind, every picture was so precious and so precious sigh.

When I first met Meiya, he was still a high-ranking and domineering military lord, who used to order that disfigured ugly girl all day long. From washing clothes to collecting firewood, to three meals a day, it all depended on that skinny girl. Girl, whenever Meiya moved slowly, he would yell at her, and then the girl would tremble with fright, and she looked like a timid deer when she was overly frightened. At that time, Kong Wenjie felt that this girl was actually not ugly. , and her timid appearance is very flattering, so he has frightened her a lot along the way, whenever he saw her pitiful appearance, he couldn't help but want to laugh, and then he bullied her even harder.

Over and over again, he thinks this is a particularly fun game.

When did he start to be reluctant to bully her anymore?

Was it because she was so frightened by Miss Duan's body that she was speechless? Or watching Lao Jiang frighten her indifferently? Or in a furniture store, where she pitifully bargained with the shopkeeper for a rocking chair?

Kong Wenjie couldn't explain clearly, all he knew was that his gaze was lingering on her for longer and longer, all he knew was that a rough old man like him had started to have something on his mind that even his elder brother couldn't tell.

Now that she was about to get married, could he finally let go of his long and bitter thoughts?

...

Guard Xiaokong!

Kong Wenjie was in a daze in the room, when he heard a cry from the courtyard, he came back to his senses, saw Fang Chengyin's personal maid entering the courtyard, he couldn't help frowning, but he still stood up , walked to the door.

What's the matter? Kong Wenjie asked.

Oh, it's like this, the maid came forward in a hurry, and said to Kong Wenjie while blessing her body, Miss wants to go hunting in Changbai Mountain in a few days, and the master wants to invite Xiao Kong's guards to take care of him. Miss.

When? Kong Wenjie asked. Fang Chengyin grew up in Ninggu Pagoda since she was a child. Kong Wenjie also knew about the hunting several times. Kong Wenjie hesitated in his heart whether he should hand over such a good job to Kong Wenmin. Kong Wenmin knew Fang Chengyin's thoughts early on. Fang Chengyin made it clear, and there were a lot of business affairs, and there were not many opportunities to meet Fang Chengyin, but he would wait on Fang Chengyin from time to time.

May 20th. said the servant girl.

Kong Wenjie was taken aback: Big day after tomorrow?

Yes, the servant girl nodded, Guard Xiao Kong, if you agree, then I'll go talk to Miss right now.

After a while, Kong Wenjie said in a deep voice, Okay, then I will accompany Miss to the mountains to hunt.

Yes, I'll tell the lady right now!

The maid ran away happily, and Kong Wenjie stood at the door for a long time before entering the room again. He looked at the fiery red wedding invitation on the table, and his eyes dimmed again.

Well, Fang Chengyin is right, he is indeed a coward.

...

Jiasheng Thirty-three Years May Eighteenth

capital.

Royal study.

Zhong Zhiheng has been suffocating for a whole day, and since he received a note from Pingxi Wang early this morning, he has started to suffocate. He can't eat anything for breakfast, and he only drank a bowl of pigeon soup for lunch. By this evening He didn't feel hungry either, he sat alone in the imperial study and sulked.