The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

You're going to be sore! Gu Changlin squinted at him, while continuing to mix medicine, Don't you want to marry a wife? Is it possible that after you marry a wife, you will have three more lights and five more chickens? what?

Hey, that's true, Pang Yi scratched his head a little embarrassedly, paused, and then said, It's already this time, or I'll go to the street to buy some ready-made food first? I'm so hungry No more.

Go ahead, I'm going to stick my chest to my back, Gu Changlin sighed, It's a good thing that the young couple have a good relationship, but how could I make this old man hungry? Oh! It can be seen that everything has a yin and yang side.

Otherwise... Pang Yi said a little hesitantly, Go find a cook to serve at home?

Forget it, you don't understand how picky your master is? He has to be able to eat the food made by others? Gu Changlin shook his head, and looked at Pang Yi again, Remember to buy more meat back.

Yes, yes, I must buy more and make up for my father. I am tired all day long, so I have to eat and eat to make up for it, hehe! Pang Yi laughed and asked Gu Changlin, Mr. , you said, do you want to make tiger whip wine or something for Grandpa?

roll!

Hey! Although he was scolded, Pang Yi wasn't angry at all, and walked towards the stable while humming a little song, The peach blossoms in Sanyue are blooming, you haven't come back, lover , I untied the Xiangluo belt and I revealed a pocket...

Hmph, I also said that I am old and disrespectful, and I don't look at what kind of guy I am. While humming, Gu Changlin poured the pounded medicine into the porcelain bottle one by one, Zhong Mingwei's legs are better now than before There are too many, and there is no need to drink soup and medicine, just apply the ointment every day.

After finishing all this work, Gu Changlin sat in front of the stone table for a while, then got up from the room, went to the desk, spread the paper, took down the pen, and wrote four strokes on the paper carefully. words——

Younger brother Yunwen.

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backyard.

Zhong Mingwei and Meiya silently looked at the table full of dishes.

After a while, Meiya pointed to a plate of food in front of her with her chopsticks, and asked Zhong Mingwei, What is this?

The corners of Zhong Mingwei's mouth twitched: ...the waist is hot.

what about this?

The corners of Zhong Mingwei's mouth twitched even more: ...Sauce-flavored kidneys?

Meiya's chopsticks pointed to the soup bowl again: What else is there?

Zhong Mingwei's mouth was already numb: Pork kidney soup with wolfberry.

Do you know what they mean? Meiya sighed and put down her chopsticks silently.

I know! Zhong Mingwei gritted his teeth and said, His itchy skin needs to be cleaned up!

This Pang Yi, when the food was delivered to him just now, told him mysteriously that they were all good things. He was really hungry. He didn't even drink his saliva in the morning. After doing so much physical work, how could he not be tired? ? At that moment, Zhong Mingwei twitched his index finger, and came to have dinner with Meiya in a hurry, and then, the two who were about to gobble it up...

There was silence.

Zhong Mingwei, I don't care whether Pang Yi owes to clean up or not, Meiya said slowly, rolling up her sleeves slowly, while silently looking at him, Anyway, I know that you are a clean-up, and you are very owed.

The numb lips suddenly twitched again, Zhong Mingwei looked at Meiya in panic, and stammered, Ah, girl, what are you going to do? Let's talk if we have something... Oh! Girl , it hurts!

I let you embarrass me! I let you embarrass me! The next second, Meiya greeted Zhong Mingwei with all her fists and legs, spreading the embarrassment that had been held back for a long time on the instigator, After you Do you still dare? Say! Do you still dare?!

Dare you dare to do anything? Zhong Mingwei hugged his head and wailed while dodging from left to right. Don't look at him domineering on the kang, no matter how much Meiya resists, she will obediently let him manipulate her in the end, but all she has to do is touch the kang. , he is more vain than a sour scholar, and he can only be beaten passively, Ma'am, it hurts! Ma'am! Be merciful, I, I, and I are your real husband-in-law! Ouch! Don't slap me in the face!