The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 156: Mingwei hiding in ashes

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Double Ninth Festival is approaching, and naturally there is an endless stream of people coming to Cining Palace to give gifts to the Queen Mother. The commotion that has been going on for a long time has finally calmed down.

"Yes, there are twenty-one more than last year. The Zhao family alone gave eight gifts. All of them are good treasures," Bi Qiao said hurriedly, paused, and said with a smile. , "However, the gifts given by the Zhao family were strange. They sent four gifts early in the morning. When Zhao Changrong left the palace, the Zhao family sent four more gifts. This gift is given in two parts, and this is the first time for this servant to see you."

"Zhao Changrong is very discerning, but it's a pity that he has a girl like Zhao Guifei who doesn't live up to expectations. He is really worried about this," the Queen Mother said slowly, paused, and suddenly asked Bi Qiao again , "What did An's family give me as a gift?"

"Yes, Mrs. An from the family of An Zishang, Minister of Rites, personally came to the palace to give gifts. The gift was a gilt bronze statue of Samantabhadra, which was very exquisite," Bi Qiao said hurriedly, adding at the same time, "And Xiao An I sent a pair of sachets embroidered by myself to the Queen Mother, saying that they were filled with spices and would help her sleep well."

"Bring the sachet to the Ai family." The Queen Mother said slowly.

"Yes," Bi Qiao was too busy to find the pair of sachets and presented them to the Queen Mother, "Please take a look at them."

The Queen Mother looked at the two sachets embroidered with forgetwort on the tray. The workmanship was not outstanding, and the embroidery skills were only average. Very satisfied, he nodded gently: "The craftsmanship is quite good."

"My servant also thinks that Xiao An's craftsmanship is good," Bi Qiao said with a smile, and added, "And Xiao An is also very careful. The noble lady next to me would definitely embroider peonies and phoenixes, but this Xiao An is very good at embroidering When you learn about the forgetwort, your thoughts are unique."

The Queen Mother did not speak, but she reached out and gently stroked the soft and gentle forget-me-not on the sachet, and nodded after a while: "Okay, take it."

"Yes." Bi Qiao bowed and left while holding the tray.

September 18, the 32nd year of Jiasheng

Ninggu Pagoda.

The weather was completely cold. When I got up early, there was a thin layer of ice in the tub. A Chou grinned and drew a bucket of water from the well, then quickly carried it into the room. .

"Zhong Mingwei, it's freezing outside!" Achou said to Zhong Mingwei while rubbing his hands, "It looks like it's going to snow in a few days."

"Does the family have enough food?" Zhong Mingwei was a little worried.

"That's enough. Didn't you bring back a lot of food, vegetables and meat from the market the day before yesterday?" A Chou nodded hurriedly, adding cold water to the basin, bringing it over to Zhong Mingwei to wash his face, and adding hot water to it. The handkerchief was placed on Zhong Mingwei's face and rubbed, "In a few days, I will learn how to pickle cabbage from Grandma Chen. That much cabbage will be enough for us to eat for a while."

"I can just wash it myself..." He said this, but Zhong Mingwei didn't mean to reach out to pick up the handkerchief. He let Achou rub his face one by one. He was not lazy, but He just likes it when A Chou washes his face. The girl's little hands wrapped in a hot handkerchief are rubbed around his face. It feels so beautiful.

"You are not good at washing," A Chou said with disgust, while taking a handkerchief and wiping it from his chin to behind Zhong Mingwei's ears. Zhong Mingwei is so clean. She is cleaner than Zhong Mingwei and is more meticulous in her work. Every time When washing Zhong Mingwei's face, he must wipe his face, neck, ears and back of his head. But when he wiped it behind his ears, A Chou was dissatisfied, "Zhong Mingwei, you are hiding ash again, and there is a layer behind your ears."

"Let me see, isn't this just a clean slate..." Zhong Mingwei didn't quite believe it.

"Look, look," A Chou handed the veil to Zhong Mingwei. As expected, there were a few tiny lines of dust on the snow-white veil. A Chou was disgusted, "Did you see it?"

At this time, Zhong Mingwei felt uncomfortable. He scratched his head and hummed: "There must be a lot of dust in this room, otherwise I wouldn't have produced so much dust..."