The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

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"What happened to Nanjiang? Xu Chengjin was able to bear his temper, but this late General Chi can't bear his temper anymore? And looking at the Queen Mother's reaction, it must be a terrific thing ..." Zhong Zhiheng tapped his fingers gently The little boy thought for a while, then looked at Dai Jingfeng suddenly, "What kind of discounts have the South Xinjiang camps sent to the Beijing teachers recently?"

Dai Jingfeng thought about it for a while, and then said: "Long live Qi Qi, early in the month, Nanjiang Day Camp sent a good news. Half a month ago, the general of Nannan General arrived in Beijing, and he detailed how to deal with the six small tribes who surrendered this time There will be no more. "

Zhong Zhiheng nodded, and the question of the heart should be in these two compromises. Is there any false news? Or is Xu Chengjin's discount wrong?

He didn't understand it for a while, frowned unconsciously, and then looked at Dai Jingfeng: "You go to South Xinjiang for a trip, I think there is something wrong here."

"Yes, the subordinates obey the orders." Dai Jingfeng said busyly.

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Jiasheng 33 years 30 June

Ninggu Tower.

Nanshan Bieyuan.

"There is a man named Sun Zichu on the east and west sides. He is a celebrity. He has six fingers in his life. He has a thick character, a slow-mouthed, and slow-mouthed people. Others blame him. He always believes that it is true. They left. Everyone knew he had this temperament, and when he came to let Ge Ji tease him, he was ashamed and blushing, and his sweat was constant. Everyone laughed at him and spread it everywhere. Anonymous, called a grandson ... "

Mr. Storyteller had his tongue on the stage and gave birth to flowers, and the beautiful bud Xiao An's was fascinated by it, and he didn't even eat the candied fruits.

Two days ago, Mr. Storyteller finished "Painting Skin", and now he started to say "Abao" again. Mi Ya never had the opportunity to hear Mr. Shu's storytelling at such a close distance, and it was really enjoyable. Xiao An's formerly was in Beijing. I ’ve heard that it ’s just that the nobles of the nobles have a lot of rules. There are just a few books they can listen to, and there are always a lot of girl servants around them, and they have to cover their mouths when they want to laugh. once.

Zhong Mingwei played a few games with Kong Wenjie in the backyard. He couldn't stand Kong Wenjie's stinky chess. After Kong Wenjie was sent, he crooked on the soft couch and read a book for a while. He couldn't stand it anymore. When he was in the front yard, he thought he was talking about "Painted Skin" today. He came in and knew that he had changed a new story, and listening to Mr. Storyteller's tone, it was not like a scary and **** story. Around.

"Don't you say you can't come?" Meiya looked at him and sat down, suddenly with a rare face, so busy that he grabbed a handful of seeds and put them in Zhong Mingwei's hands. "Mr. Today said" A Bao ", better than" Painted Skin " It sounds good. "

Then, without waiting for Zhong Mingwei to speak, Meiya stared at Mr. Storyteller with her cheek straight. She listened very seriously, and she didn't blink for a long time, her mouth was slightly long, how to look a little stupid, but Zhong Mingwei I just like her stupid appearance.

How could there be such a pretty girl?

Why is he so blessed?

Zhong Mingwei looked at Mei Ya's profile, and couldn't help but smiled with his lips, completely unaware of him at this moment, in the eyes of others, it was much more stupid than Mei Ya.

...

When Zhong Mingwei came in, Xiao An's couldn't help but was a little distracted. He glanced at him and Meiya from time to time. In the end, he was too afraid of him before, and Zhong Mingwei was really too existential, and then Xiao An's watched. How did Zhong Mingwei become a silly son of the landlord's family a little bit from the unmoved uncle, Xiao An's gradually changed from shock to a knowing smile, then turned his head and continued to listen to the storyteller Book.

"After the grandson Chu returned home, his old illness recurred, he didn't eat or drink, he shouted Abao's name in his sleep, and hated his soul that he couldn't go to Abao's house like he did last time. A parrot suddenly died, and the child played with his dead parrot beside his bed. Sun Zichu looked at it and lamented in his heart, if I could become a parrot, how good it would be, and I could fly to Abao ’s. When the room was gone, he thought so deliberately. When he realized that his body had turned into a parrot, he didn't stay for a moment, and flew out of the window and flew all the way to Abao's room. "

Speaking of which, Mr. Storyteller slammed his awake in his hand and said: "Foresee what will happen next, and listen to the next decomposition."