The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 963: Do you want to hear my story

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Qin Chong's heavy breathing gradually calmed down. Qin Chong's dark eyes looked at Gu Qingtong without blinking, looking at the sparkle in her eyes. After a while, he nodded lightly.

"Okay, then we've settled it now," Gu Qingtong nodded hurriedly, pointed upward, and said to Qin Chong with a bluffing face, "God can clearly hear our agreement today, Qin Chong, you can't regret it."

Qin Chong did not answer Gu Qingtong's words, but suddenly said: "Gu Qingtong, do you want to hear my story?"

When he said this, he was a little nervous and a little expectant, looking at Gu Qingtong timidly like a child.

"I want to hear it, but not now," Gu Qingtong said, while helping Qin Chong sit back on the bed, he stood up and went out. While Qin Chong was waiting anxiously, he saw Gu Qingtong holding a casserole in both hands. He came in, placed it on the bedside table, then opened the lid of the casserole and smiled at Qin Chong, "The most important thing for you now is to drink a few more bowls of chicken soup. I've been simmering it all morning."

The aroma of chicken soup came to his nose. Qin Chong looked at the casserole full of chicken soup with angelica and red dates, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

"You must be starving, right? I'll get you a bowl right now, just wait." Gu Qingtong also saw Qin Chong's red eyes, and couldn't help but sigh again, and got up and went out in a hurry. , leaving Qin Chong alone with a pot of chicken soup.

Qin Chong blinked hard. He was really hungry. He had been making such a fuss for most of the night. It was obvious that he was physically exhausted. At this time, facing this pot of chicken soup, his mouth was drooling. He couldn't stop at all. He couldn't wait for Gu Qingtong to come back, so he roughly tore off a chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth without caring whether it was burned or not.

As soon as the fragrant and soft chicken entered his mouth, Qin Chong's eyes became even redder, and he couldn't bear it any longer. His tears fell down with a "crackling" sound. He just cried and put this piece of chicken into his mouth. I ate a chicken leg.

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June 16, the 34th year of Jiasheng

Royal study room.

Zhao Ruhai came in with the freshly brewed soothing soup. Zhong Zhiheng was already lying on the dragon table and seemed to be asleep. Zhao Ruhai gently put the soothing soup on the dragon table while taking a thin bottle from the soft couch. The blanket wanted to be draped over Zhong Zhiheng's body. Zhong Zhiheng had been having trouble sleeping at night recently. It was very difficult to take a nap like this, so Zhao Ruhai did not dare to disturb him. Only when the blanket was draped over Zhong Zhiheng's body, Zhong Zhiheng woke up. He He sat up while yawning.

"This slave deserves to die. It's all my fault for being careless and waking up the Long Live Lord." Zhao Ruhai hurriedly picked up the blanket that fell on the ground and confessed to Zhong Zhiheng.

"Okay, I didn't really fall asleep anyway," Zhong Zhiheng yawned again, and while looking at the gloomy window, he asked casually, "What time is it."

"Long live the Lord, it's almost time," Zhao Ruhai folded the blanket and put it back on the soft couch. While bringing the soothing soup to Zhong Zhiheng, he said respectfully, "Long live the Lord, it's getting late. , after you drink the calming soup, go back to the bedroom and rest."

Zhong Zhiheng said nothing, and reached out to take the soothing soup. After a sip, he couldn't drink it anymore. He put the bowl down and frowned: "Who made this soothing soup? Why is it so bitter?"

"Long Live Lord, this is Imperial Physician Deng," Zhao Ruhai was so busy that he brought tea to Zhao Ruhai to rinse his mouth, while explaining, "Long Live Lord's calming soup has always been prepared by the head of the Qin Academy, and Imperial Physician Deng is in front of the imperial court. Since I don’t have much time to serve, it’s inevitable that I don’t know Master Long live’s preferences. It’s also my fault that I didn’t explain this to him early in the morning. Later, I will go to the Imperial Hospital.”

Zhong Zhiheng took the handkerchief from Zhao Ruhai and wiped his mouth. When Zhao Ruhai was about to leave with the remaining soothing soup, Zhong Zhiheng suddenly spoke: "Ruhai, tell me if I am a cool person." Unkind?"