The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 490: Inquire

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"Yes, I'm resigning." Pang Yi looked at the bowl of cold soup on the table and wanted to remind Zhong Mingwei to get up and take the medicine, but in the end he forgot about it.

Gu Changlin is right, Zhong Mingwei is just angry, and he is afraid that no matter how much medicine he drinks, it will be in vain.

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The fifth day of May in the thirty-third year of Jiasheng.

Dragon Boat Festival.

Jixian Bookstore.

Early in the morning, Chen Qingxuan drove a donkey cart and sent Meiya and Grandma Chen to Jixian Bookstore. He then returned to the village. There were still some books and gifts to be transported from home, so Meiya and Grandma Chen I stayed in school making rice dumplings.

"Girl, who did you learn the art of making rice dumplings from?" Grandma Chen watched Mei Ya make triangular rice dumplings and long rice dumplings, and she was full of praise, "It's really beautiful."

"I used to be in the capital, and I learned it from my elders in my family," Meiya said with a smile, while holding the reed leaves and continuing to make rice dumplings. "Her hands are very skillful, and she taught me embroidery."

In the past, at the Huanyi Bureau, some reed leaves and glutinous rice would be distributed every Dragon Boat Festival. The maids nearby were too lazy to wrap them, but Meiya loved wrapping them the most. She felt that wrapping the scattered glutinous rice into individual pieces was useful The angular rice dumplings give me a sense of accomplishment, and they are also delicious. It is rare for a palace maid to eat glutinous rice once a year, and Mei Ya cherishes it very much. However, Aunt Xiang said she was stupid, and it was too late for others to be lazy, but she was fine. One person had to make rice dumplings for dozens of people, but even so, Grandma Xiang still patiently taught her how to make rice dumplings.

Aunt Xiang knows so much, Meiya is still feeling emotional about it.

"Girl, who are your other relatives at home?" Grandma Chen put down the rice dumplings in her hand and looked at Meiya.

Grandma Chen has wanted to ask this for a long time, but she has never had the right opportunity. At this time, taking advantage of Chen Qingxuan's absence and the two of them at home, Grandma Chen quickly asked. Since Meiya moved into her house , Grandma Chen became even more angry. Seeing how well these two children matched each other, and Chen Qingxuan, who was looked down upon by no one in the past, was obviously very attracted to Meiya. Grandma Chen couldn't help but be happy. At this time, I thought about asking about Meiya's family situation, so that I could prepare some betrothal gifts in the future.

"My family..." Meiya obviously couldn't guess what Grandma Chen meant. She immediately put the wrapped rice dumplings in her hands into the basin and said with lowered eyebrows, "I am the only one in my family."

"What...what does this mean?" Grandma Chen was really startled, paused, and then cautiously asked Meiya, "Girl, where are your...father and mother?"

"My parents died early," Meiya said solemnly, "I was sold early in the morning to be a girl to a wealthy family."

"So that's it," Grandma Chen sighed, patting Meiya's hand, "Girl, it's okay, you still have us. Aren't Qingxuan and I both your family members?"

"Yes," Meiya nodded with a smile, "Grandma, I have always been grateful to you and Mr. Chen."

"If you're really grateful, I won't say that Mr. Chen is older than Mr. Chen is short in the future. It sounds like a good point," Grandma Chen deliberately joked, "Girl, if you are not used to calling me brother, then just call me brother." His name may be Qingxuan Ducheng!"

"How can this be done?" Meiya was startled and waved her hands in a hurry, "Grandma, please stop joking with me."

"Are you kidding me? I'm telling you the truth," Grandma Chen said with a smile on her face. She reached for the reed leaves, scooped up the glutinous rice and put it in. After a pause, she asked Meiya casually, "By the way, girl, since you have no relatives, who is the gentleman on the mountain? Is he your uncle?"

Meiya was startled, and the spoon in her hand fell to the ground. She picked it up in a hurry, then went to the kitchen to rinse it, and then sat down again: "He is not my uncle."

"Who is that?" Grandma Chen looked at Meiya, "Could it be your master?"

"Yes, he is my master." Meiya nodded, thinking silently, if Miss Duan did not commit suicide and came to Ninggu Pagoda smoothly, wouldn't Zhong Mingwei be her master? It's just that Miss Duan committed suicide, and she even forgot her original identity...

Grandma Chen's hands were licked, and a handful of rice grains leaked out from the reed leaves. She was so busy that she took a mat, tied the rice dumplings, and put them in the basin.

Grandma Chen’s mind was in a mess. She was thinking about the lame man’s attitude towards Meiya that morning, and the subsequent scene when the two were alone in a room. The more she thought about it, the more something was wrong. In the past, she only She said that the lame man was Meiya's uncle and didn't think anything of it. But now that she knew that the relationship between the two was just master and servant, Grandma Chen was naturally filled with doubts. The beauty of the rice dumpling looked like he was hesitating to speak, but in the end Grandma Chen still asked: "Girl, why did you suddenly think of coming to our house to stay for a while this time?"