The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

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"Yeah, I never thought of it," Xiao Anshi shook his head gently, sighing, "I used to know that Your Highness was completely collapsed, but you also think that the thin and dead camel is bigger than a horse. How can you know ..."

Xiao Anshi didn't say anything, but shook his head again with a sigh.

"You didn't expect that it would be impossible for anyone in the whole world to think," Pang Yi scoffed humorously, and said with hatred, "The grandson of the grandson, the grandson of the prince, the grandson , How is this possible? Who would believe it? "

Xiao Anshi saw the expression of Pang Yi for the first time, and was so relieved to be busy now: "Fortunately, Your Highness is healthy now, this is the most important thing."

"Kangjian Wuyu?" Pang Yi bit his lips bitterly.

If he is really healthy and healthy, what can he complain about or resent?

He really hated the pool of sewage from the capital. He only wanted to kill it now and kill all the villains and villains!

Xiao An's thought that Pang Yi's appearance was a little scary, so she changed the subject when she was too busy. She pointed to the door and asked Pang Yi: "This door is strange, a new one and an old one. What's going on?"

Pang Yi also looked at the two doors, looked at it, and a scene appeared in front of him. Zhong Mingwei was sitting on the knees holding Meiya in the ice and snow, he could not care about the red under him, he was just like that Crazy and desperately holding Meiya, crying and crying for help, behind the ravine is the door that was falling down ...

At that time, he was not present. He heard it from Granny Chen's pacifier. Somehow, he was a little thankful that he didn't see Zhong Mingwei's despair and collapse.

If he saw it, he was afraid that he would not be able to control the knife in his hand. He might have directly killed the Peking teacher. He was not afraid of death, but it would inevitably involve both Ming Mingwei and Meiya.

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For a long while, Pang Yi said in a deep voice: "On the night of New Year's Day, my wife suddenly died of typhoid fever. Your highness removed a door panel and pushed her down the mountain to see Langzhong."

An understatement made Xiao An's hair count down. She knew that Zhong Mingwei was now disabled and would not even go. She could not imagine how a lame would send a patient down the mountain. When the snow closed the mountain, Xiao An's only felt that his heart was full of stuff, sullen, soaring, and a little sad.

"Come on, don't let your highness wait too long." Pang Yi said, pushing the door open.

"Yes." Xiao An's was busy entering the door.

"Yeah, people have arrived." Xiao An's waiting in the outer hall, Pang Yi advanced the bedroom report.

"Let her come in," Zhong Mingwei said lightly, while looking at Pang Yi again, "You won't need to wait here."

Pang Yi stunned, then bowed: "Yes, his subordinates retreated."

As soon as Xiao Anshi heard Zhong Mingwei's voice, he immediately shuddered with fear. Zhong Mingwei's voice was the same as before, low and indifferent. When he was not married to him, Xiao Anshi thought that voice was so charming that he could not hear it every day. His voice, and later, she married into the East Palace as expected, but gradually, this voice became her nightmare.

"Go in, Lord is waiting inside." Pang Yi said to Xiao An's, looking at the thin and dense sweat beads exuding her forehead. He felt a little distressed, but it was not good to say anything, and he turned away now. .

Xiao An took a few deep breaths and then retreated from the bedroom door.

"His Royal Highness ..." It was just that when he entered the bedroom to see Zhong Mingwei, Xiao An's nose suddenly soured. "Pouting", he knelt in front of Kang, and when he spoke again, his voice choked, "His Royal Highness, you ... ... how are you? How are you doing? "

Zhong Mingwei also looked at her, a woman whom he could not remember his face, and watched her come in fearfully, then knelt in front of herself, and then choked up.

He thought he had no memory of the women in the back house of Donggong Palace, but at this time, listening to Xiao An's suppressed weeping, he suddenly remembered that early in the year. It was not that he had a lasting love for Xiao An, but He remembered that Xiao An was 16 years old.

Like Meiya, he met him at the age of sixteen.

Sixteen years old, so young, so young, so ignorant and beautiful.

Zhong Mingwei looked at the woman in front of him, for a while he was in a trance.

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