The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 1272: From now on

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"That's it, let's go have a meal," Zhong Mingwei stood up first, helped Meiya walk towards the side hall, and said, "Let's talk while we eat."

"Yes," He Chengzhi was so busy that he bowed and said, pulling Xiao Siwen behind him and leaning into Xiao Siwen's ear. ?"

"Why?" Xiao Siwen looked puzzled, "Didn't Daddy say that this poem sounds best when I, Siwen, recite it?"

"Then don't carry it!" He Chengzhi's face darkened, "If you let me know, see how I deal with you!"

"Yes, my son has remembered it." Xiao Siwen pouted his lips immediately, looking like he was about to cry, and did not dare to eat hawthorn cake again.

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After He Chengzhi and his son had dinner at Jingren Palace, they left the palace early without staying much longer. Meiya watched them leave the palace, feeling a little reluctant to leave.

"Xiao Siwen will come to the palace again tomorrow," Zhong Mingwei saw Meiya's reluctance, and while helping Meiya into the Nuan Pavilion to rest, he said with a smile, "What? I like Xiao Siwen so much. ? Why do I like you more than Xiao Nianqin when I look at you?"

"I don't know, I always feel that I have a destiny with that child," Meiya shook her head, and was helped by the man to sit down on the soft couch. Then she leaned in the man's arms, looking at the Qian-colored curtains in a daze. He said softly, "Mingwei, when I look at that child, I can always think of things from my childhood."

"What's the matter?" When he said this, Zhong Mingwei's voice was a little deep, "Didn't you say that you don't even remember what happened when you were a child?"

"I don't remember, but I can still vaguely recall some bits and pieces," Meiya sighed, turned to Zhong Mingwei, then pursed her lips and said, "Mingwei, what do you mean? Isn't it strange? I don't remember my name and birth date, but I can always remember a tune. Later, you asked me to read and learn the song "Jiangnan", and I felt that the tune was particularly suitable for this poem. Do you think it is strange? ”

"So, you usually like to hum the song "Jiangnan"?" Zhong Mingwei looked at Meiya's somewhat confused face and said softly.

"Yes," Meiya nodded, a little disappointed, "I obviously thought I heard it somewhere, but I just can't remember it, alas! I don't know what it is."

"If you can't remember it, then there's no need to force it," Zhong Mingwei said softly, while holding Mei Ya's hand, he said softly, "Girl, not every memory needs to be remembered. Sometimes, you can learn to forget. It’s a blessing.”

"So, now you can't even remember the crimes you suffered in the clan's mansion?" Meiya looked at the man without blinking and said suddenly.

"Yeah, I can't even remember it," Zhong Mingwei was startled, then nodded with a smile, holding Meiya's hand tighter, "What about you? Do you still remember the twelve years of hard work as a slave? Road?"

"Slave?" Meiya looked surprised immediately, and then straightened up, with an undisguised look of arrogance and contempt, "Are you kidding me? I am the queen of the palace. The man in the palace is a real dragon emperor. Who has the guts to make me a slave? Do you think your head is in the wrong place, so you want to move it?"

"Haha! That's right!"

Zhong Mingwei couldn't help but laugh. He hugged Meiya and lay on the soft couch, laughing so hard that he laughed. Meiya also laughed with him, stretched out her hand to caress the fine lines at the corners of the man's eyes, and said softly: "Zhong Mingwei, Let’s forget all the hardships and uneasiness in the past. From now on, we can only hold joy and sweetness in our hearts, okay?”

"Okay," Zhong Mingwei said softly, while holding Meiya's hand and putting it on his heart, he pressed Meiya's head and said, "Girl, touch and see, it's full. ," As he spoke, Zhong Mingwei moved his position slightly, and then said softly, "Here is the red bean porridge you cooked for me for the first time. It is sweet and glutinous. Here is the first big bag you made for me. The stuffed buns are dripping with oil. Those who smell the fragrance are drooling. Here is the first bowl of longevity noodles you made for me. Girl, it was my first birthday. And here is the embroidery you made for me. I wish you peace with the little bat and bamboo..."