The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

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A ugly maid such as Ah Chou, who knows the secret of the palace, but she is still shocked, but still puzzled: "Even if Queen Zhenxian died due to childbirth, the long lived lord should not blame you. It doesn't matter what you do. "

"You also said just now, the empress is very affectionate, but the mother was killed because of me. Why did the father and the emperor not hate me?" Zhong Mingwei looked at A Chou, raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at the joke, but the corners of his mouth were stretched Very tight.

"But Long Live Lord set you up as Prince Donggong early in the morning. If Long Live Lord really resented you, he would certainly not let you be the Prince?" A Chou still did not believe it.

"So, you also see what is happening to me, Prince Donggong, today," Zhong Mingwei dragged his lips coldly. "Yes, it was indeed that he helped me to be this Prince Donggong. I was demoted to a prince and exiled Ninggu Pagoda. This is my father emperor. "

The more Acuhou listened, the less taste she felt. She gently squeezed Zhong Mingwei's shoulder and whispered on the side: "It's okay, it's like this now ... Isn't it good? You can move both hands now, back The flesh is not as stiff as before, and it will certainly be better. Maybe you can get out of bed and walk after the new year. The Beijing teacher is so messy, we do n’t want to go back, do n’t enjoy the blessing, and do n’t suffer the sin. . "

"Yes, it's better not to go back," Zhong Mingwei smiled faintly, and turned his head to look at Ah Chou, "When my legs and feet are ready, let's go to open a few acres of land under the mountain, plant some fields, enough for us to eat, a good day It ’s better to live a poor life, and be practical. "

"Really?" A Chou's nose suddenly soured, "Do you really think so?"

"Really," Zhong Mingwei nodded and sighed softly. "I only hope that the queen mother will live for a hundred years, and the father and emperor have always been filial. When she is in the old days, I will live a solid life. "

"She will live for a hundred years," A Chou said in a hurry. While smearing his wet eyes secretly, he worked harder for Zhong Mingwei. "You like to drink red bean porridge. red beans."

"Okay, plant more shepherd's purse, you make big stuffed buns for me every day," Zhong Mingwei said softly, and the 30-year-old man had a gentle smile on his face. "Dumplings are also made."

"Shepherd's purse does not need to be planted!" A Chou was teased by him, making a hand and squeezing the man's nose, making fun while saying, "Shepherd's purse is a wild vegetable, this place is full of mountains, where do you use it to grow it? ! "

"That fungus?" Zhong Mingwei didn't feel embarrassed. He continued to ask shamelessly. He knew very well that in some fields he might have been king, but in other fields, his clumsiness and ignorance were worse than the children of Huangkou.

"Fungus is also useless, as long as it rains, go outside to find it," A Chou smiled, "You look at where there is rotten wood, just run past it, most of them will grow fungus, sometimes a piece of wood You can grab a pot on it, but some of the trees are not rotten, and there will be fungus on the top. Alas! Don't say it, I will teach you later. "

"Yes, you teach me," Zhong Mingwei squinted, "Teach me, you don't need to go out and get rain."

Jiasheng thirty-two years June thirty

Jingshi.

Yanxi Palace.

Since returning from Baohua Temple, Princess Gui has always stretched her face. The third prince, Zhong Mingzheng, followed him back to Yanxi Palace.

"Let's go down." Following Princess Gui Gui entered the hall, Zhong Mingzheng looked at the palace with a straight face.

"Yes, the slave-servant quits." The crowd of people hurriedly bowed back.

"Mother Concubine, Father Emperor, what does that mean?" Zhong Mingzhen couldn't help but said angrily to Princess Gui, "Father Emperor meant to enclose me and my second son as prince at the same time? How could the Father Emperor be so eccentric? What is the origin of the concubine? What is your origin? Moreover, you are the honor of the concubine, but the head of the consort, and the concubine is lower than you. Why can he be equal to me? "