The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Jinghui's hands suddenly stiffened for a while, and then slowly clenched into fists again. She didn't speak, and let the queen mother scold herself so fiercely. Moving to the bed, he opened the food box and took out a plate of steaming dumplings from inside, then took out two sets of chopsticks, held one in his hand, and sent the other to the Queen Mother.

Queen Mother, this is the first time that this concubine will celebrate New Year's Eve with you. These dumplings are all made by my own hands. They don't look good, but they have good intentions. Don't dislike them. Jinghui said softly.

Facing such a docile Jinghui, the queen mother only felt as if she had punched the cotton with a fist. In fact, this feeling is not unique now. Jinghui has been like this since she was a child, too obedient and too quiet. It looks like a wooden stake.

Don't put your mind on it here in the future, you are a concubine, and you still do what this screwdriver is supposed to do all day long, so you don't feel inferior to yourself, the queen mother said coldly, and did not go to accept her. Jinghui handed over the chopsticks, and frowned at the expressionless Jinghui. The more she looked at the frown, the tighter the frown became. When she spoke again, her tone became even more impatient, You will put all these thoughts in the future. It is used to serve the emperor. You are not young, and you have just given birth. I am afraid that there will be no one who will not be pregnant in two or three years. Don't think that your face is exactly the same as your aunt, and the emperor will be dead set on you , this harem has never been short of vixen who can seduce men, and the emperor will get bored of a clear soup like you.

Jinghui still lowered her head and did not speak. She picked up a dumpling and slowly put it into her mouth. The smell of mushrooms and vegetables filled her mouth. It was obviously salty, and her lips and teeth were fragrant, but she swallowed it no matter what. If she couldn't go on, she felt that the dumplings were too bitter, many times more bitter than the medicinal soup she drank every day, so bitter that her eyes were wet.

But she still swallowed the dumpling, together with the tears that pooled in her eyes.

She put down her chopsticks, slowly raised her head, and looked at the queen mother: Yes, yes, if it weren't for this face that was exactly the same as hers, why would the emperor look at me more? Of course the queen mother wouldn't, I'm afraid it would have happened earlier. I died thirty years ago. In the final analysis, I was just a wild child born to a singer. I was born to be lowly, so even though I had a face that was exactly the same as Xu's daughter, in the end, I did nothing more than They all rely on flesh and blood to make a living.

You... what do you mean by this? The queen mother frowned and looked at Jinghui. She felt that Jinghui was very strange. Normally, she would never say so many words in one breath, and she definitely did not dare to use such words. ...Looking at herself with mocking eyes, the Queen Mother was so stared at that her back felt cold, she unconsciously clutched the quilt tightly, and scolded, The Ai family raised you with one hand, let you grow up safely, and then took you into the palace , let you become the imperial concubine, this is something that all women in the world yearn for, is it possible that Aijia is harming you?

No, you didn't hurt me, you just... Jinghui said slowly, she paused, looked playfully at the slightly nervous face of the Queen Mother, and then sneered, I'll do it for myself My son pimped me once, but the pimp was still me who called you my aunt, that's all.

You... how dare you say such a thing? It's simply lawless! The queen mother stared with anger. She had never met such a presumptuous and bold person. She pointed at Jinghui with trembling fingers and shouted angrily, Who gave you the courage? How dare you talk to Aijia like this?! Who gave you the courage?!