The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

I've been thinking about eating and drinking all day long, and I don't see any flesh on your body. Zhong Mingwei raised his eyebrows and smiled, and then said softly, Then let's make dumplings for a while? Are they stuffed with shepherd's purse?

Okay, add some meat to the shepherd's purse vermicelli, hehehe, I'm craving this too, Ah Chou said with a smile, pinching Zhong Mingwei's nose again, and said, By the way, don't always talk about me, then What do you like to eat?

Zhong Mingwei was taken aback, unable to answer this question for a while.

He has no favorite food, and the king has no favorites, this was taught to him by the Queen Mother early in the morning.

When he was young, he just ate an extra bite of crispy chicken, but the queen mother held down his chopsticks and ordered Bi Qiao to remove the crispy chicken. Fade away from the crispy chicken.

No matter how much he likes the dish, he can only eat three chopsticks at most. This is the imperial art he learned since he was a child. At that time, he didn't understand why he couldn't enjoy his favorite crispy chicken to his heart's content. There was a commotion in the Compassion Palace.

What did the Queen Mother say later?

Ming Wei, don't favor one another and understand restraint, this is the way to be a king, the queen mother said slowly while wiping his tears, When you grow up, you will understand.

Later, when he grew up, he really understood.

Facing the queen mother's expectation, he gradually grew into the prince of the Eastern Palace who is deep in the city and unmoved by the wind. His position became more and more stable, his temper became more and more serious, and his smile became less and less. Then he admired the queen mother more and more. very smart.

No preference, know how to be restrained, this is true for things, and it is the same for people, if not, you will have a weakness, and you will have a place to be poked with a knife.

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What do you like to eat? Ah Chou became a little impatient, and went to twist Zhong Mingwei's nose again.

Dumplings, Zhong Mingwei came back to his senses, and smiled at Ah Chou, feeling his heart soften, I like the dumplings you make.

Hey hey hey, then I'm going to make noodles, let's eat dumplings today! Ah Chou happily got off the bed, and then jumped out, still humming the drama that he didn't know where he heard, He looks at us, we look at him. He is with us, we share him, we are so worried. Enemies, how can we achieve marriage, and die in front of the palace of the king of hell...

The second day of June in the thirty-second year of Jiasheng

Ning Guta.

After two days of rain, the sky cleared up today. Ah Chou went out with a big bamboo basket for Zhong Mingwei’s breakfast. Mushrooms and fungus must be indispensable in the mountains after the rain. Ah Chou doesn’t know mushrooms very well, but But she recognized the fungus. She stopped and stopped along the way, and when she reached the foot of the mountain, she had already picked more than half of the basket of fungus.

Girl, are you going out again today? Chen Qingxuan came out to pour water, and looked at Ah Chou pulling the fungus on the fence of their house.

Ah? Ah Chou was taken aback, she was still holding the fungus on the fence, whoever thought she was caught, blushed immediately, and let go of the fence post in an embarrassing manner, ... Hasn't the rain stopped? I'll go out and pick some fungus and go back.

Thirsty? Chen Qingxuan could see her uneasiness, and was too busy to smooth things over immediately, There is freshly brewed jujube tea at home, girl, come in and have a taste.

Is it convenient? Ah Chou was really embarrassed, always disturbing people, she looked at the mud on her shoes, and she was even more embarrassed, while she was busy waving her hands and said, No, I'm not thirsty, I just picked so many. I'm afraid I won't be able to finish eating the fungus for a while, so I'll give you half of it!

It's all about being rewarded for nothing. Miss, if you don't come in for a cup of hot tea, I will definitely not accept the fungus, Chen Qingxuan said with a smile, while opening the door, he urged Ah Chou to say, Come in quickly. Bar.

A Chou had no choice but to follow into the yard, and while rubbing the mud on the soles of his shoes on the steps, he followed Chen Qingxuan into the main hall, but today Chen Qingxuan was not the only one in the main hall, and there was also a grey-haired old woman standing in front of the window sill Embroidered with flowers.