The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 1292: Little man

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"No need," Meiya shook her head in a hurry, reaching out and taking out the two stone pendants hanging around her neck, looking at Zhong Mingwei with a smile, "Look, don't I already have pendants? No more. I can’t wear it anymore.”

"Okay, let's not look for it then." Zhong Mingwei smiled along with her, smiling comfortably and peacefully. He lowered his head and wanted to kiss the girl's red lips, but was pushed away by the girl's slap. Zhong Mingwei He staggered and almost sat down on the ground. Fortunately, he was quick-sighted and reached out to hold the bedpost. Then he sat firmly. He was about to act coquettishly with Meiya, but before he pouted, he looked at Xiao An sitting on the edge of the bed. He and Gu Qingtong were looking at him curiously. At that moment, Zhong Mingwei coughed in a hurry, and then sat upright...

He must maintain his image as a wise and mighty emperor!

"Wow!" Suddenly the little princess burst into tears without warning.

"What's going on?" Meiya panicked all of a sudden. This was her first time holding a baby, but she had no experience coaxing babies at all. She looked at little An as if she was asking for help, "An Sister, what’s going on with Tian Tian?”

Little An sniffed hard, then glanced at Zhong Mingwei, who was sitting upright, and said silently: "Madam, the little princess seems to have peed... she needs to change her gown."

"What are you still waiting for?" The next second, Meiya suddenly turned to Zhong Mingwei, "Why don't you hurry up and find a partner?"

"Yes! I obey, little one!" The emperor, who was so wise just now, hurriedly ran to find Qianzi.

……

The tenth day of the third month of the sixth year of Tianding

Northwestern camp.

In March in the northwest, the snow has not yet melted. Looking around, it can be said that it is thousands of miles of ice, magnificent and lonely.

"Uncle Pang, when can we get to the northwest camp?" He Siwen opened the curtains and looked outside with a frown, his face full of melancholy, "I see it's snowing outside, and I can't even see the end. Here."

"Where is the northwest camp so easy to get to? It is at the junction of our Zhou Dynasty and the Turks." Pang Yi, who was sitting in the carriage and was leisurely relaxing with his eyes closed, did not feel anything at all. Anxiously, he patted He Siwen on the back and said slowly, "Siwen, don't be anxious, we'll be there if we keep running like this for two days."

"It will take two more days!" He Siwen was immediately discouraged and sat back, then clasped his fingers bitterly and complained to Pang Yi, "Uncle Pang, we are leaving the capital right after the Chinese New Year. We have been traveling for three months since we set off. To be honest, I have already suffered from backache due to bumping and bumping all day long."

"Will you come to the Northwest with your uncle in the future?" Pang Yi asked with a smile, looking at He Siwen's wrinkled smiling face.

"Come on," He Siwen nodded hurriedly without thinking, "You can see daddy when you come to the northwest!"

Since He Chengzhi went to the northwest six years ago, he has never come back except for a trip back to the capital for half a month during the Mid-Autumn Festival in the fourth year of Tianding. Therefore, He Siwen has not seen his father for two years. Naturally, he has not seen his father. It was miss, so this time, Pang Yi was ordered to inspect the northwest on behalf of the emperor. As soon as the imperial edict came out, He Siwen begged Zhong Mingwei and Meiya to allow him to follow Pang Yi to the northwest. He Siwen was already ten years old this year. She was almost taller than Meiya, but Meiya was still worried, but she couldn't stand He Siwen's insistence. In the end, he agreed, but Pang Yi had to be warned a lot more, and there were extra people in the inspection team. A carriage came out specifically to hold He Siwen's clothing, food and other items.

"Then don't be tired!" Pang Yi smiled, reached out and patted He Siwen's shoulder, and said, "Siwen is already ten years old and a young man. When we arrive at the Northwest Camp, We can’t let dad see this cowardly way of flirting!”

"No! I'm still energetic!" He Siwen immediately sat up straight and gestured to Pang Yi with his fists, and said majestically, "Uncle Pang, we will stop and set up camp later. Let’s make gestures again!”