The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 650: Report the death of Duan and An

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"No," Meiya said proudly, "You wouldn't have guessed it!"

"Could it be...it?" Zhong Mingwei opened his five fingers and waved them in front of Meiya. Looking at the little girl's face that suddenly turned to stone, he felt extremely proud, and his open big hand gently moved The ground covered Meiya's face, and she said with a smile, "Tell me quickly, is your man good both inside and outside, with both beauty and wisdom?"

"Bah!" Meiya spat hard, but while pouting and kissing the man's palm, she whispered, "The fragrance of ink in your hand smells very good."

"Really?" Zhong Mingwei took back his hand, brought it to him and took a sniff. When he raised his head again, a mischievous smile was already on his face, "I also like smelling this smell. It's my first time. I started to like it when I taught you how to write."

Meiya was startled, then blushed to the base of her neck, glaring at Zhong Mingwei: "What on earth are you thinking about in your head? Are you bothered by thinking about this all day long?"

"Don't bother me. How can I be bothered about this?" Zhong Mingwei smiled even more. He walked around the table and walked to Meiya. Bai Lai and Meiya sat on the same stool, and they got close to each other. The girl whispered in her ear, "I'll charge you some tuition fees later, and then sir, I'll teach you a few more words today."

"Bah! Shameless!" Meiya was speechless. She dared to guarantee that there would be no more shameless person in the world than Zhong Mingwei, but...

So what?

She just likes Mr. Zhong’s shamelessness!

Hey hey.

"Sit to the side and don't huddle with me, it's very hot," Meiya pushed him with her hand and complained, "It's such a hot day, you have to be so clingy. ”

"I'll make you an ice bowl later." Zhong Mingwei not only didn't leave, but hugged Meiya tighter. He was actually hot and his body was sticky. He had better be clean and sweat a little before. He was about to change his clothes, but at this time he liked the clinging relationship with Meiya. Seeing Meiya's expression on her face, he hurriedly tried to please her and said, "Let's make a bigger ice bowl, okay?" ?"

"Two." Meiya bargained.

"No, I can only eat one," Zhong Mingwei said softly, "I will feel uncomfortable in a few days. If I eat too much cold food, I will have a stomachache again."

"Is it coming again?" Meiya looked shocked, "I remember...it was only a few days ago? Why is it coming again?"

"Yeah, there's still half a month left," Zhong Mingwei said hurriedly, "We have to take precautions in advance."

The corners of Meiya's mouth twitched: "...Okay, let's sleep in separate rooms from tonight on. Don't we need to take precautions in advance? Don't mess with me."

"Two ice bowls! Two!" Zhong Mingwei immediately raised his hands in surrender without any pause, "My wife wants to eat two, of course she must be satisfied. What can I say?"

Meiya: "...Haha."

"Master!" Pang Yi called the door outside.

"Come in." Meiya responded and pushed Zhong Mingwei away.

"Sir, madam," Pang Yi walked in, walked to the table, looked at the letter written by Zhong Mingwei on the table, and asked Zhong Mingwei, "can I just give it to the prefect Fang directly?"

"Well, I'm just a commoner now, so naturally I can't have direct contact with the capital. It's better for the prefect's Yamen to forward it on my behalf," Zhong Mingwei put the dried letter into an envelope and handed it to Pang Yi's hand. Go up, "Okay, let's go."

"Yes." Pang Yi finally accepted and bowed down.

"If the letter is sent to the capital, will it arouse suspicion?" Meiya asked a little worriedly.

"No, now King Pingxi is in the capital, and there is unrest in southern Xinjiang. In addition, the Queen Mother's birthday is coming soon. My father has no intention of caring about my life and death," Zhong Mingwei said, taking out the handkerchief. Wiping the sweat from Mei Ya's forehead, she poured a cup of herbal tea and put it in her hand, "Moreover, it's just to report the death of Duan and An. By the way, I mentioned that I, an ordinary person, married another ordinary person. Living together is not a big deal, no one will care about it."

Yes, the Duan family has collapsed. Who cares whether Duan Rulan lives or dies? The An family is even more eager for little An to die, so naturally they will not dig into the details, and no one will care about what kind of village girl the half-dead paralytic married.

"That's good," Meiya nodded, taking a sip of tea and looking at Zhong Mingwei, "It's just that the news that Duan and An died together in Ninggu Tower reached the capital, and you have a bad reputation as a wife-suppressant. I’m afraid I can’t get rid of it.”

Zhong Mingwei was startled, then he held his lips and smiled: "What? Do you regret it now?"