The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 299: Half bitter and half honey

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Pang Yi looked at A Chou's shy look and found it a bit funny, but also very touched. He smiled and said to A Chou: "Madam is the wife that I am marrying, and I love my wife so much, my subordinates." Of course I respectfully call you Madam."

"Ah...oh...go back quickly, don't keep him waiting." A Chou's face turned redder, and he was so busy that he entered the bedroom without looking back.

Pang Yi really didn't dare to delay, so he immediately went out with his baggage.

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Zhong Mingwei looked at the bundle spread out on the small table without blinking. On the neatly folded cotton trousers, there was a small pendant. This pendant has been around since the first day of the Lunar New Year. After he put it on for A Chou, this was the first time she took it off. At this time, she lay quietly on his black cotton pants.

Zhong Mingwei gently held the small pendant in his hand and rubbed it gently with his fingertips. Once upon a time, he was like this too. He sat alone on the kang and peeked through the cracks in the window. Looking at the little girl who was busy in the courtyard, he rubbed this small black pendant. He wanted to give it to her earlier, but he always felt very embarrassed. He had not tasted the kind of close-to-nostalgia feeling in more than thirty years. The feeling of being more timid fills his heart all day long, and the sweetness is mixed with a touch of sadness. Zhong Mingwei feels that he is very hypocritical. What has a man in his thirties not experienced? He has walked several times in front of the Yama Hall, but now because of this little girl and such a gadget, he has been acting coquettishly all day long, but God knows how much he enjoys this half-bitter, half-honey feeling. Sugar pretentiousness.

"Pang Yi." After rubbing the small pendant for a long time, Zhong Mingwei carefully hung the small pendant around his neck. He grabbed the small pendant with one hand and stuffed it into his pajamas. The cold pendant pressed against the warm Zhong Mingwei's chest felt indescribably comfortable. After a pause, he said to the ajar door.

"Master, what are your orders?" Pang Yi was so busy that he put down the broom in his hand and hurried in.

"Mr. Chen said, when will her typhoid fever be cured?" Zhong Mingwei asked Pang Yi with a frown.

"As I said, Mr. Chen told me that my wife will recover in less than half a month," Pang Yi said hurriedly, while looking at Zhong Mingwei's expression, he added hurriedly, "When the time comes, I will go down the mountain to pick up my wife."

Zhong Mingwei looked at his feet, which were tightly wrapped in gauze, and his very red and swollen knees. His brows furrowed even more, and he paused before speaking: "You can set off early tomorrow. Go early." Come back early."

"Yes, I obey," Pang Yi knew what Zhong Mingwei was worried about. Naturally, he was worried too. But at this time, he still had a question in his mind. He hesitated for a long time and then spoke cautiously, "Master, Madam...it seems that she is not the legitimate daughter of the Duan family, she is..."

"So what?" Zhong Mingwei suddenly raised his head, stared at Pang Yi with squinted eyes, and said coldly, "If she is not the legitimate daughter of the Duan family, she cannot be my Zhong Mingwei's wife? She is not the Duan family's. Isn’t my legitimate daughter worthy of being disabled like me?!”

"Master! I didn't mean that!" Pang Yi was startled and fell to his knees with a "pop" while anxiously explaining to Zhong Mingwei, "Master and his wife have a deep love for each other. Although I am a servant, to say the least, I am really happy for you. When I was in the capital, I was a noble and pampered person. However, from my point of view, I was not very happy at that time. But now, I have left the capital and come to a desolate place like Ninggu Pagoda. However, my subordinates feel that I am living more freely and happily than before. Of course, this is all the fault of my wife. I am really grateful to my wife. , how could you dare to despise Madam?"

"Get up," Zhong Mingwei patted Pang Yi on the shoulder and sighed, "I have been ill recently and my temper will inevitably become irritable. Don't take it to heart."

"I don't dare," Pang Yi said, getting up from the ground and looking at Zhong Mingwei's dry lips. Pang Yi was so busy that he went over and poured a cup of jasmine tea and brought it over. He said respectfully, "Master, Please."

Zhong Mingwei held the large porcelain bowl with both hands and looked at the blossoming jasmine flowers in the cup. His originally anxious heart gradually calmed down. After a pause, he said to Pang Yi: "She She is indeed not the legitimate daughter of the Duan family, she is the dowry maid of the Duan family’s daughter, and she served the Duan family’s daughter all the way to Ninggu Pagoda.”