The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 348: I don’t want to be called A Chou anymore

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After a pause with both hands, Zhong Mingwei tied a beautiful knot, then stretched out his hand to hug A Chou into his arms, and said softly: "Girl, don't worry, I learned quickly, and my legs have recovered. It will be faster."

"What am I worried about?" A Chou whispered with red eyes, "Even if I am worried, I am worried about whether I can get the wedding dress out."

"Then you can do it from tomorrow," Zhong Mingwei said softly, while holding A Chou's white but rough hand, he said, "In the future, you are no longer allowed to make wedding clothes for others, just give them to others with peace of mind. Make your own wedding dress. We will buy whatever material you like. Just embroider whatever pattern you like. When the wedding dress is made, my legs should be healed. When the time comes, girl, I will hug you. Let you in."

It is not the custom of the capital for the groom to carry the bride into the house. After all, the emperor is at the feet of the emperor, and the most important thing is the ordinary etiquette. There will definitely not be such a strong folk custom. During the wedding, the bride is always helped into the door by the happy nuns. Yes, and the groom can't even touch each other.

It is the custom here in Ningguta for the groom to carry the bride into the house. In the border area, people don’t care much about etiquette, but pay more attention to human kindness. When A Chou came down the mountain in the past, he saw the groom happily carrying the bride out of the sedan chair. He carried her all the way into the house. A Chou was dumbfounded at the time. When he came back, he told Zhong Mingwei in a casual chat. He was half impressed and half surprised. Unexpectedly, Zhong Mingwei remembered it clearly.

"That's good," A Chou said with tears in his eyes, looking sideways at Zhong Mingwei, "I happen to be not heavy, so you can definitely hold me."

"Girl, you can be a little heavier," Zhong Mingwei also laughed, smiling comfortably and helplessly, "I am very strong, even if you are twice as fat, I can still carry you."

"That's it, I'll start eating all kinds of things from today on, and I'll definitely let you marry a fat woman." A Chou responded.

"It's better to be fatter. It's so fleshy and comfortable to touch, and you're still prosperous," Zhong Mingwei said, lowering his head and kissing A Chou's wet eyes, and said softly, "Girl, don't cry."

"I'm happy," A Chou's voice was slightly choked, "Zhong Mingwei, I'm happy."

"Girl, I'm happy too," Zhong Mingwei held A Chou's face and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of A Chou's eyes with his fingertips, "Stop crying, my heart will break if you cry again."

"I just want to make you hurt! I have to make you hurt!" A Chou muttered fiercely, while burying his face in Zhong Mingwei's hand. The fierce girl who was showing her teeth and claws just now was as obedient as a cat. , "Zhong Mingwei, I heard that when getting married here in Ninggu Pagoda, people have to go to Yuelao Temple to worship Yuelao, and their names are written on red silk and hung on the tree. Naturally, your name is Duan Duan. It can't be hung on a tree outside, but...but I also want to..."

"Then let's hang it on the pomegranate tree in the courtyard," Zhong Mingwei said softly, "We are as sincere as the couple next to us, so naturally the names will be the same wherever we hang them."

Zhong Mingwei is not an ordinary person. Even though he is just a commoner now, he still has to keep a low profile as much as possible. Moreover, his current nominal wife is Duan Rulan. Naturally, his name cannot appear in Yuelao together with other women's names. In the temple.

"Yes, it's the same no matter where we hang it. We are the most sincere," A Chou said softly, raising his head and looking at Zhong Mingwei with his black eyes without blinking, "Zhong Mingwei, Can you give me a name? I want to have a nice name to hang on the tree with your name. I don’t want to be called A Chou anymore. I didn’t have a last name in the past, but now that I’m getting married, I can do whatever I want. My husband’s surname has been changed, Mingwei, let me give you a name.”

Zhong Mingwei's nose suddenly became sore. He held A Chou's face with both hands and gently leaned towards it. He put his forehead against A Chou's forehead and rubbed his nose against A Chou's round nose. He said: "Do you really want me to give you a name?"

"Yes," Achou whispered, her thick eyelashes fanning the man's eyes, "I have never had a name. Aunt Xiang took pity on me and wanted to give me a name, but I didn't ask for it, so I let it go. Others call me an ugly girl. I have never thought about choosing a name. After all, I am a person without a father and a mother. I can’t even remember my own surname. What’s the point of asking for a name? But Zhong Mingwei, since you said you wanted to marry me, you have entered the house. One day, I really wanted a name, a name that could hang on the tree with your name, a name... that you gave me."