The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 468: Sixteen years old

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"Yes, I never expected that," Little An shook his head gently and sighed, "In the past, I only knew that His Highness had completely collapsed, but I also thought that a skinny camel was bigger than a horse. How could I know ..."

Xiao An didn't say any more, just sighed and shook his head.

"You didn't expect, I'm afraid no one in the world would have thought of it," Pang Yi curled his lips sarcastically, while saying bitterly, "The grandson of the phoenix, the eldest son of the empress, would actually fall into this trap. How is this possible in such a field? Who would believe it?"

This was the first time that Xiao An saw Pang Yi's expression. She was so busy that she comforted her and said, "Fortunately, His Highness is in good health now. This is the most important thing."

"Healthy and safe?" Pang Yi licked his lips bitterly.

If he was really healthy, what would he have to complain about and be angry about?

He really hated the pool of sewage in the capital. He just wished he could rush in now and kill all the villains!

Xiao An felt that Pang Yi's appearance was a bit scary, so she changed the topic in a hurry. She pointed at the door and asked Pang Yi: "This door is strange. One door is new and the other is old. What's going on? ”

Pang Yi also looked at the two doors. As he looked, a scene appeared in front of his eyes. Zhong Mingwei hugged Meiya and knelt down in the ice and snow. He couldn't care less about the bright red underneath him. He was so crazy and desperate holding Meiya in his arms, crying and calling for help. In the ravine behind him was the door panel that had been smashed to pieces...

He was not present at the time, but he heard this from Grandma Chen. Somehow, he was a little lucky that he did not see Zhong Mingwei's despair and collapse.

If he saw it, he might not be able to control the knife in his hand, and he might attack the capital directly. He was not afraid of death, but it would definitely affect the lives of Zhong Mingwei and Meiya.

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After a while, Pang Yi said in a deep voice: "On the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, my wife suddenly contracted typhoid fever and passed out. His Highness removed a door panel and pushed my wife down the mountain to see the doctor."

The understatement made Xiao An's body count down. She knew that Zhong Mingwei was now disabled and could not even walk. She could not imagine how a **** could send a patient down the mountain. And it was that time when the mountains were closed by heavy snow. Little An felt that his heart was filled with something, dull, swollen, and a little sad.

"Let's go, don't keep His Highness waiting too long." Pang Yi said, pushing open the door.

"Yes." Little An was so busy that he followed her through the door.

"Sir, we have been brought here." Xiao An was waiting in the outer hall, and Pang Yi went into the bedroom first to report.

"Let her in," Zhong Mingwei said calmly, while looking at Pang Yi, "I don't need you to serve me here."

Pang Yi was startled, then bowed and said: "Yes, I will leave."

As soon as Mrs. An heard Zhong Mingwei’s voice, she immediately became frightened. Zhong Mingwei’s voice was still the same as before, low and indifferent. Before marrying him, Mrs. An felt that the voice was so charming that she wished she could hear it every day. She could hear his voice, and later, she married into the East Palace as she wished, but gradually, this voice became her nightmare.

"Go in, I'm waiting inside." Pang Yi said to Xiao An. Looking at the thin beads of sweat oozing out from her forehead, he felt a little distressed, but it was hard to say anything else. Turned around and went out.

Xiao An took a few deep breaths and then backed away from the bedroom door.

"Your Highness..." As soon as he entered the bedroom and saw Zhong Mingwei, Xiao An's nose suddenly became sore. With a "pop", she knelt down in front of the Kang. When she spoke again, her voice was choked with sobs. , how are you...how are you? Are you feeling well?"

Zhong Mingwei also looked at her, this woman whose appearance he couldn't even remember. He watched her come in fearfully, then kneel in front of him, and then start sobbing.

He thought he had completely lost his memory of the women in the back house of the East Palace, but at this time, listening to Xiao An's suppressed tears, he suddenly remembered the first time they met that year. It was not that he had no lingering feelings for Xiao An. , but he remembered that little An was sixteen years old at that time.

Like Meiya, she met him when she was sixteen.

Sixteen years old, still so young, so immature, so ignorant and beautiful.

Zhong Mingwei looked at the woman in front of him, feeling a little dazed for a moment. His sixteenth year was so far away from him.

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