The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 180: The sharpest of hearts

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Perhaps because he has been living a comfortable life recently, Ah Chou's skin is much more delicate than when he first came to Ningguta. Once his skin heals, it will look even whiter, especially when Ah Chou's skin is already very white. , but it used to look unhealthy and yellowish white, but now it is ruddy and healthy white, really like a peeled boiled egg.

Zhong Mingwei looked at A Chou's side face intently. At this time, he was a little obsessed with it. He used the kind of eyes that he didn't know but could make other people moved when they saw them. In the past, one look could make people feel scared. He is such a cracking character, and the look in his eyes now would make a person sick to death.

Obviously this was someone he could see all day long, and it was obvious that this was not a face that would captivate a country.

But this is the point of his heart, the point of his heart that he will never tire of watching in his life.

At this moment, he was concentrating on making wedding clothes for others. He really felt bad. While rubbing his legs, he thought in his heart that he must hurry up. , when spring comes next year, he will get better, and he will go down the mountain to buy the best silk and satin for his Xin Jian, and ask the best embroiderer to make his Xin Jian a phoenix crown and harem of her own.

However, this girl probably looks down on other people’s embroidery skills, so she must be clamoring to embroider by herself, right?

That's fine. When the time comes, let her embroider whatever flowers she likes. She can embroider whatever flowers she likes.

……

While Zhong Mingwei was thinking about it, he couldn't help but hold his lips. He looked at A Chou who had already embroidered half of the word "囍". The "囍" was about the size of a fingernail. Although he had only embroidered half of it, it was still It was extremely delicate and beautiful. Not only did Zhong Mingwei think it was good, but A Chou was also very satisfied. She straightened her aching waist, and then Zhong Mingwei was so busy that he filled another bowl of brown sugar and jujube tea and brought it over.

"Didn't you just drink it just now? Why do you want to drink it again?" A Chou muttered, a little unhappy. She did like drinking jujube tea, but she couldn't help but drink it all the time.

"You have to drink it," Zhong Mingwei urged her, coaxing patiently, "Drink one more sip, and the pain will be less when the time comes."

"You are so verbose and care about everything. Sometimes, I always feel like you are like my father," A Chou complained in a low voice. After all, he obediently went to drink the bowl of brown sugar and jujube tea again, but he didn't finish it. , she handed the remaining half bowl of brown sugar and jujube tea to Zhong Mingwei, and kept complaining to him, "I can't do it anymore, I really can't drink it anymore. If I drink it anymore, I won't even be able to eat dinner!"

"Got it." Zhong Mingwei said with a smile, lowering his head and downing half a bowl of sweet and greasy jujube tea.

The tenth day of October in the 32nd year of Jiasheng

Ninggu Pagoda.

I’ve been drinking brown sugar and jujube tea for the past few days, but this time Ah Chou’s stomach still hurts. Ah Chou has been grumbling since noon. After lunch, he didn’t even want to wash the bowls and nestled in Zhong Mingwei’s bed. The man in his arms rubbed his belly.

"Go and make you some more brown sugar and **** tea?" Zhong Mingwei was a little worried and wrapped the quilt tighter around him to prevent any wind from leaking in. Although there was a kang burning in the room, there was no need to worry about it. Not even cold.

"I don't want to drink anymore, now my breath smells like ginger," A Chou was unhappy, muttered, and dug into the man's bad guy again, wrapping his hands around the man's waist, like a coquettish coquette. Milk doll, "It'll be fine if you rub it."

Actually, it was true. Although Ah Chou's stomach still hurt this time, it was only a slight pain. In fact, she could tolerate it and it would pass. However, she selfishly didn't want to tell Zhong Mingwei, so she pretended to be the same as before. She hummed softly, she didn't want Zhong Mingwei to know that she looked forward to being so close to Zhong Mingwei every month for these few days.

"It can be seen that I am more effective than soup and medicine," Zhong Mingwei knew that A Chou was acting coquettishly, so he was no longer worried and rubbed A Chou's belly. Recently, A Chou has gained weight and his belly is still flat. But it wasn't as dry as before. Zhong Mingwei could detect the softness on it through his clothes. "My stomach hurts. Look for the old bear. The old bear is not at home, so look for Sanscar. Sanscar is sharpening a knife at home, scaring the child." Yes, does it still hurt? It doesn’t hurt anymore..."