The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 308: What exactly does he want

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"Girl, I have to go to the magistrate's office tonight," Chen Qingxuan said to A Chou while adjusting his clothes, "I'll be back soon. By the way, I'll pick up grandma early tomorrow morning. , when the time comes, she will definitely be able to bring you a lot of wedding candies and eggs."

He originally didn't want to go to the Lantern Festival dinner held by the magistrate's office, but a few days ago, the prefect Fang's personal invitations were sent, so naturally he had no choice but to go.

"That's for sure. Grandma Chen told me before she left that she would bring me some wedding candies and eggs for me to eat this time. They are all mine, but not yours, hehe." Chou poked his little head out of the room and said to Chen Qingxuan with a smile, "Oh, you are busy with your business, don't worry about me, just don't drink too much. Grandma Chen said you drank too much last time and were very difficult to serve." ."

"I know, I won't drink a sip today," Chen Qingxuan looked at those dark eyes, feeling warm in his heart, but also indescribably sad. He moved his eyes away, put on his big cloak, and Then he said to A Chou, "Don't eat too much at night. I'll bring you delicious food when you come back."

"Hey! Thank you very much, Mr. Chen." A Chou agreed abruptly.

"Okay, go in, I'm leaving now," Chen Qingxuan waved to A Chou and walked towards the door. He stopped before taking two steps and looked back at A Chou, "Medicine It has been fried and it will be ready in half an hour. Remember to drink the medicine."

"Oh," A Chou nodded, looking at Chen Qingxuan with hesitation, "Mr. Chen..."

"What's wrong?" Chen Qingxuan asked.

"What can I do to get better?" A Chou blinked and asked, with an unconcealed urgency on his face, "I think I'm already well. I don't have a headache these days, I don't cough anymore, and my body is better than before. I'm still strong, I think I'm fine, but why do I still need to take medicine? Still can't go out?"

"It's up to you to decide whether you're going to be cured or not. It's up to the doctor to decide." Chen Qingxuan's face looked a little unattractive, and his voice was a little heavy, "Go back to your room quickly. Take your medicine for a while and don’t go anywhere."

"Yes." A Chou felt indescribably disappointed and aggrieved, but he still obediently went back to his room and closed the door.

Chen Qingxuan looked at the closed door and sighed silently. He shook his head a little self-deprecatingly and slowly walked out. What did he want? Could he keep this girl locked in that small room for the rest of her life? Or can he hold the girl's heart?

What is he thinking about?

Chen Qingxuan slapped himself on the head hard, then pushed the door open and went out.

As soon as he stepped off the steps, Chen Qingxuan was stunned. In front of the fenced courtyard, under the bare birch tree, Kong Wenmin was standing with his hands behind his back. The snow stopped today, but in the evening it started to drift again. The snowflakes on the stars are really small, but Kong Wenmin's body is already white, and one can tell at a glance that this person has been standing for a long time.

"Why are you here?" Chen Qingxuan walked to Kong Wenmin and asked with a frown. He really hated this rude military commander with well-developed limbs. He had hated it before, and he had ignored him since that day in the prefect's Yamen. After that, he got even more annoyed.

Kong Wenmin was also annoyed with him. Thinking that Miss Fang had asked him to pick Kong Wenmin up early in the afternoon, the girl had an unconcealable shyness on her face, and Kong Wenmin's eyes were about to burst into flames.

"On the order of the young lady, I came to pick up Chen Xiucai for the banquet," Kong Wenmin said lightly, turning around and untying the horse's rein from the tree, patting the snow on the horse's body, and looking at Chen Qingxuan sarcastically, "Chen Qingxuan Xiucai, please get in the car quickly. In such a day, if Chen Xiucai is frozen, what will happen?"

"Easy to say, easy to say," Chen Qingxuan looked at Kong Wenmin with a calm expression, and said slowly, "I'm not afraid of the cold, just drink a few sips of wine and it will be fine, right? Guard Kong, don't you think so? Otherwise, I'll be like this Just go back and get you an altar to burn a knife?"

Kong Wenmin's face suddenly darkened, and he naturally remembered how ugly he had been when he was drunk that day. At this time, he inevitably fell into disgrace in front of Chen Qingxuan. He wanted to scorn Chen Qingxuan, but he found that he Unexpectedly, he couldn't find the words to stop this sharp-tongued scholar. He ignored Chen Qingxuan at the moment, then turned around and got into the carriage with a cold snort.

Chen Qingxuan didn't bother to pay attention to him, and he slowly got on the carriage. However, before he could sit firmly, the carriage had already sped away, and not surprisingly, he fell into the carriage with a "plop".