The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

That's good. The Queen Mother nodded slightly, eyes still closed.

Now Ninggu Pagoda is only guarded by the Imperial Forest Army. Bi Qiao looked at the Queen Mother's expression, paused, and added, They are all under the hands of the Long Live Lord, so naturally there will be no villains doing evil, and the Eldest Prince will be safe and sound. Don't worry, Madam.

What's the use of worrying? The Queen Mother let out a long sigh and opened her eyes. She put the emerald glass beads bracelet in her hand on the small table, and she turned to look at the compassionate statue on the altar. Guanshiyin sighed, The Ai family used to only hope that he would win the Ninth Five-Year Plan and take over the world, but now he only hopes that he will be healthy and safe.

The crown prince is blessed by the queen mother, so everything will go smoothly. Don't worry, queen mother. Bi Qiao hurriedly stepped forward to comfort him. Saying this, she couldn't help but her voice was slightly hoarse, and she was too busy to turn her face away to wipe it off. Wipe the corners of your eyes.

The Ai family has to protect him. With the Ai family, he can live in peace for a day. Even for him, the old bones of the Ai family will have to endure for a few more years. The queen mother said solemnly, taking the teacup , took a sip of tea.

Queen Mother, you said... Bi Qiao bit her lip, and it took a long time before she continued in a low voice, Do you think that Long Live Lord really wants to put the eldest prince to death?

The Empress Dowager remained silent, staring at the Avalokitesvara in a daze, and finally let out a long sigh: What a crime.

The seventh day of July in the thirty-second year of Jiasheng

Ning Guta.

A Chou used to only know that July 7th is the Qiqiao Festival, which is not the only festival in the Clothes Bureau, but in the Needle Works Bureau. She followed people to see that all the embroiderers and maids in the Needle Works Bureau behaved well that day It is said that she is praying that she can be as dexterous as the Weaver Girl. Ah Chou doesn't believe this, and she has never worshiped any Weaver Girl Cowherd, but she can embroider with good hand, and it is all Xiangmao. Mama taught well, so, it is better to invite a good master than to worship any temple or lady.

It's just that from this year onwards, July 7 has added another and more important meaning to Ah Chou.

On this day, just this morning, Ah Chou got up half an hour earlier than usual, she put on her clothes in the dark, combed her hair in a messy way, and then entered Zhong Mingwei's room lightly , changed the mat for Zhong Mingwei, and then groped into the kitchen in the dark.

Today, Ah Chou lighted candles generously in the kitchen, and then kneaded noodles. In the past, A Chou used water to make dough, but today A Chou used duck eggs, and only duck eggs. He didn’t put a drop of water. There were nine duck eggs. She didn't even wrinkle her head, and then began to knead the dough. The loose and sticky dough gradually formed into a ball under her hands, and it became smoother and softer. Ah Chou looked at the yellow and orange noodles under her hand, and felt happy. Knead more vigorously.

After kneading the dough, A Chou brought a rolling pin. A Chou didn't know how to roll the dough before, but she learned it at Duan's house. Now she is a good hand. Zhong Mingwei likes to eat harder noodles. A Chou Chou's dough is a little harder. It takes a lot of effort to roll out such a hard dough. After a while, A Chou was already tired and sweaty. A Chou stopped and drank a large bowl of water. , and then continued to bend over to roll the noodles. After drinking three bowls of water, the noodles were finally rolled out, and Ah Chou was so busy that he cut the noodles.

She didn't know how people's Changshou noodles used only one long noodle for a bowl of noodles, so she could only use a stupid method, connecting the thin noodles end to end, kneading them carefully, and waiting Finally, it was about the length of a bowl. Ah Chou's wrists were so sore that it was unbearable. I dare to say that this delicate work is much more tiring than chopping materials. Fortunately, she got up early.

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Zhong Mingwei woke up very early, no wonder Ah Chou woke him up, since as long as he can remember, he always got up very early this day, and was always woken up before dawn, and then went into the house in the dark. From the palace to Baohua Temple, amidst the monks chanting scriptures, he knelt down to the memorial tablet on the altar for a whole day.