The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 386: How can you see without opening the window

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Seven of the eight brothers of the Jiang family have been executed by Fang Zuotang's order. There are also three elders of the Jiang family who are not in Ninggu Pagoda. They luckily survived, but this time Long live the Lord's meaning could not be clearer. Dai Jingfeng even Kneeling in front of the Imperial Study Room, his legs were swollen. Naturally, he knew very well that Long Live Master was concerned about this matter. How could one of the Eight Tigers of the Jiang family be left unpunished? Therefore, the third son of the Jiang family has been his confidant for many years, but he must die, otherwise he will lose his legs sooner or later.

"An old fox like Dai Jingfeng knows everything he sees. He limped out of the palace that day and quickly ordered the execution of the Jinyi guard named Jiang Jinwan," Zhou You'an said, reaching out to give He poured himself a cup of tea and looked at Ma Zhiming, "Anyway, after eradicating the Eight Tigers of the Jiang Family, Ning Guta is finally on a solid footing."

"Yes, at least we are at ease," Ma Zhiming nodded and looked at Zhou Youan, "You should send someone to Chaoning Ancient Pagoda now to convey the Lord's order to the Kong brothers and Fang Zuotang. ."

"Yes, I obey," Zhou You'an nodded in agreement, while asking hesitantly, "General, is Mr. Fang really reliable?"

"He is an old acquaintance of my lord. He has also helped our imperial army a lot over the years. He has taken good care of the Ninggu Pagoda and has not given the Jinyiwei a chance to expand in the northeast. Don't look at that Lord Fang. He has always been low-key and unassuming, but he knows it well," Ma Zhiming said, patting Zhou You'an again and saying, "Go quickly."

"Yes, I obey my orders." Zhou You'an got up in a hurry and hurriedly retreated.

Ma Zhiming picked up the letter and stood up, walked to the brazier and threw the letter in.

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March 3rd, the 33rd year of Jiasheng

Ninggu Pagoda.

After breakfast, Gu Changlin changed Zhong Mingwei's medicine, and then went down the mountain with Pang Yi. Pang Yi wanted to find a suitable house, and Gu Changlin wanted to go down the mountain to relieve his hangover. They had a drink, but he was always alone, which was not much fun, so taking advantage of the nice weather today, Gu Changlin followed Pang Yi down the mountain.

After Pang Yi and Gu Changlin left, naturally only Lai Meiya and Zhong Mingwei were left at home. The weather was nice today. Meiya took all the quilts and pillows out to dry them, and also took Zhong Mingwei's cloak and cotton robes. They were all taken out to dry in the sun. Zhong Mingwei couldn't go out on weekdays. In fact, these winter clothes were of no use. They were just piled in the cabinet. It was inevitable that they all had a musty smell. Mei Ya was so clean and unobtrusive. Take it out to bask in the sun when the time comes.

There was no drying rope in the yard originally, but Pang Yi pulled it up after he came. Now it is much more convenient to dry clothes than before, and there is no need to hold the cabinet in and out.

When Meiya hung the last piece of clothing on the hanging line, there was already a thin layer of sweat on her face. She raised her hand, wiped the sweat on her face with her sleeves, and patted it again. He took a picture of the moon-white tunic in front of him. This is a piece of clothing that Zhong Mingwei usually wears. Meiya made it for Zhong Mingwei. It is not made of expensive material, but it is cotton and comfortable to wear. Zhong Mingwei always likes to wear it close to his body. Wearing, after getting this piece of clothing, Zhong Mingwei didn't like the silk pajamas he used to have. He wore this one eight days out of ten. He wore it frequently, and Meiya naturally washed it frequently.

Meiya stretched out her hand and straightened her clothes, trying not to leave a single wrinkle. While she was doing this, Meiya put her face close to the moon-white tunic and sniffed it vigorously. The smell of soap mixed with the man's breath hit her nostrils. Meiya couldn't help but laugh softly. She rubbed her red face on it for a long time, then turned around and went back with the basin, but Meiya suddenly Turning around, he was stunned, and then his face turned red to the root of his neck.

The broken window was pushed open at some point, and her man was lying on the window sill, staring at her without blinking.

"You...why are you opening the window? Aren't you afraid of freezing?" Meiya walked to the window coyly holding a basin.

"How can you see without opening the window?" Zhong Mingwei said softly, while reaching out and rubbing Mei Ya's silky hair.

"What did you see?" Meiya lowered her head as low as possible, staring at her cotton shoes. The new clusters of black cotton shoes were embroidered with red lotus flowers, just like this moment. Meiya's face at this moment.