The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

You...you get up! The next second, Meiya pinched Zhong Mingwei's ears, and said fiercely, Roll as far as you can!

Ah! Ma'am, please spare me! Zhong Mingwei bared his teeth exaggeratedly and screamed, Madam! I know I was wrong! I really know I am wrong!

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Do you think the gift I picked can catch Madam's eyes? Xiao An was already nervous all the way, when the carriage stopped at the gate of Nanshan Bieyuan, she became even more nervous, holding the delicate gift box in her hand, Looking at Pang Yi anxiously, Could it be that the ceremony is too...too light?

It's okay, madam, I like it, Pang Yi said with a smile, while reaching out to stroke the broken hair on Xiao An's forehead, If you have to buy that screwdriver that is too expensive, madam will still be unhappy.

You don't need to move! Xiao An slapped Pang Yi's hand away, and sighed, It's just that the time is too fast, otherwise I will definitely be able to prepare better.

Your mind, Madam and Lord are both clear, Pang Yi hurriedly said, while reaching out to pat Xiao An's arm, but he didn't dare. He touched his nose embarrassingly, and said to Xiao An, Come on, come in, first go see the master and wife.

En. Xiao An nodded, and followed Pang Yi into the door.

Let me get it. Pang Yi reached out to get the gift box in Xiao An's hand.

No need, I'll take it myself, it's not too heavy, Xiao An avoided in a hurry, followed Pang Yi to the courtyard, and at the same time looked at this small three-entry courtyard, which was not too big, and was used to living in deep houses. The noble daughter of the capital, naturally would not think that this small courtyard is so rare, but how Xiao An sees it, she feels that this small courtyard is full of warmth, maybe because of the swing, or because of the row full of flowers. The pomegranates with fiery red flowers, or maybe it was because of the large and small happy characters pasted on the various doors, Xiao An couldn't help nodding, This house is really nice.

The madam and the master said that when we get married, we will also buy a house for us, Pang Yi heard her say this, while turning his head to look at the envy in her eyes, he felt a little uncomfortable, and slowed down. He stepped forward, When the time comes, we will buy whatever kind of house you like, and from now on... you won't need to stay in an inn anymore.

Yeah, I'm tired of living in the inn. Xiao An turned her head and smiled at Pang Yi as she walked up the steps, So Mr. Pang, when will you marry me?

In the golden morning light, the girl looked straight at him with smiling eyes, and Pang Yi felt as if a sharp knife had pierced his chest, and the sweetness in his heart exploded.

An Hailin, quickly prepare the dowry. Pang Yi raised his head and met Xiao An's smiling eyes, Wait for me to marry you on a tall horse.

Then what if I don't have a dowry? Xiao An laughed even bigger, her hands that were clenched secretly had already been loosened at this time, she smiled and went down a step, just like Pang Yiping, That Pang Yi Sir, are you still willing to ride a tall horse to marry me?

Of course I would, Pang Yi said softly. For a man in his thirties, the smile on his face at this moment could kill him. An Hailin, do you know? A smile like yours is the best dowry.

For you have vision! An Hailin smiled slyly, turned around, and carried her skirt up the steps. She walked quickly, turned around and entered the corridor, and then walked even faster, with her little feet tumbling Go fast.

What's there to be ashamed of? Pang Yi looked at her in such a hurry, he didn't rush to catch up, but followed slowly, only smiling until the corners of his eyes showed fine lines , Isn't this girl just happy? Why are you afraid that I will see it?

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backyard.

Zhong Mingwei was combing Meiya's hair, while Grandma Chen and Gu Qingtong were watching. Grandma Chen felt unreliable when she heard that Zhong Mingwei was going to comb Meiya's hair herself, but at this moment, seeing Zhong Mingwei's skillful technique, she couldn't help saying: Nodding, Gu Qingtong also thought in his heart, looking at this technique, he really combs it a lot.

Although it is the first time to comb a round bun, Zhong Mingwei is not unfamiliar at all. He started to think about it a long time ago, yes, it was really a long time ago, since the snow at the beginning of last year, in that remote and simple courtyard, that girl When he sang to him with a blushing face, Waiting for a slave with long hair reaching his waist, it would be nice for Mr. Lang to marry me, he began to think about it.