The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Sure, put more jasmine flowers, Zhong Mingwei immediately smiled. He held Meiya's palm-sized face and looked at the girl's smiling eyes. For some reason, her eyes began to turn sour. With a little choked up, Girl, is it because... I am not my own, so the emperor has always hated me so much, wishing that I would cut off my children and grandchildren, wishing... that I would die without a place to die? So from the beginning to the end, in the In the eyes of my father, I have never been... not his son, but an enemy, a puppet, a donkey who can be hacked to death without any worries?

Ming Wei, I don't know if you were born by the Long Live Lord, but I know it was never your fault, nor the fault of the Zhenxian Empress. In fact, whose fault it is, we all know in our hearts, Meiya blinked. Looking at Zhong Mingwei without blinking, looking at the man's teary peach blossom eyes, she felt so distressed, Mingwei, I don't care about the past, but from now on, no one is allowed to hurt you. Dare to hurt you... When it came to this, Meiya paused, leaned closer, her forehead was pressed against the man's forehead, her nose was pressed against the man's nose, and she said every word very seriously, Ming Wei, you must Let him pay the price. I don't care about benevolence, righteousness and filial piety, and I'm not afraid of getting a bad reputation. I just don't want you to just endure the grievances. Mingwei, you are me...my man, when you are sad, you I don't know how my heart will hurt...

The tearful peach blossom eyes looked at the same tearful big eyes without blinking. Meiya is right, they are getting more and more alike, not only their eyebrows, but their hearts are also getting more and more alike, They are more and more connected, even if he doesn't say anything, she can understand his heart, know his forbearance, and understand his suffering even more.

Zhong Mingwei didn't speak, just kept staring at the girl's eyes, looking at his own reflection reflected in her pupils, he was fascinated, knowing that the girl blinked lightly, and on the thick eyelashes, there were fine and dense spots. Tears, the next second, Zhong Mingwei held the girl's face and kissed it.

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Qin Mansion.

study.

Is An Jun Prince's Mansion really guarded by the Imperial Forest Army? Qin Lu asked hastily when he saw the guards rushing back from outside.

My lord, the Imperial Forest Army is guarding both the inside and outside of the Prince's Mansion of Anjun, said the guard with an uneasy expression, Also, the Prince of Anjun and his wife rarely go out. They finally went out once today, but the person they met was Kong Wenmin of the Imperial Forest Army. , so the subordinates have no chance to get in touch with An Junwang and his wife, so they dare not pass on the message to the master, and ask the master to forgive me.

While talking, the guard took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Qin Lu, then bowed back and stood respectfully bowed, as if waiting for Qin Lu to deal with him.

Ah! After a long silence, Qin Lu suddenly let out a long sigh, and then tore the letter on the table to pieces, Why is it so difficult?

Qin Lu couldn't stop lamenting, the wrinkles on his face seemed to be full of sorrow, and the grooves and valleys were full of melancholy. He tore the letter to pieces, then waved rudely at the guard, and said, Okay, you go back! Come down.

Yes, this subordinate will leave. The guard bowed and left in a hurry.

Master, what's the matter? Mrs. Qin, who had been waiting for news in the dormitory, did not see Qin Lu returning after a long time, so she looked for her. As soon as she opened the study door, she saw Qin Lu sitting on the desk in a daze. Ahead, there was a torn piece of paper in front of her. Mrs. Qin was stunned, and immediately understood, her complexion was pale for a while, and when she spoke again, her voice was trembling, Master, what is the king of Anjun? ...Are you unwilling to see us?