The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 489: Where is she

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"Mr. Gu, I was wrong! I was wrong!" As soon as the words came out, Pang Yi realized that he had made a mistake. Can Gu Changlin be blamed for Zhong Mingwei's poisoning? Let’s talk about the fortune telling, so it’s not Gu Changlin’s fault. Today’s talk is over here. Pang Yi was so busy that he bowed to Gu Changlin and apologized, “Mr. Gu, don’t be angry, just pretend I didn’t say anything. It was just a fart."

The corner of Gu Changlin's mouth twitched: "...Then you're smoking me."

Pang Yi: "..."

Gu Changlin glared at Pang Yi angrily, looked back, and then leaned over to ask Pang Yi in a low voice: "Why haven't you been seen these days?"

"I was ordered to follow Madam secretly," Pang Yi said uncomfortably, while lowering his voice, "I'm afraid Madam won't be able to think about it."

"Huh, I obviously drove people away by myself, but now it's better, I'm worried again." Gu Changlin said angrily, and went down the mountain while waving his sleeves.

"Sir, where are you going?" Pang Yi was too busy to catch up and asked.

"Go and have a drink and have a full meal on the way," Gu Changlin sighed, "Since the girl left, old man, I haven't had a solid meal for several days."

Yes, Meiya is not at home, and there are three grown men left staring at each other. None of them know how to cook, so these days are naturally difficult.

"Oh, then you go and come back early," Pang Yi nodded, while adding, "Sir, don't you want you to bring me some lotus seeds or kuding back?"

"He's just angry. He's afraid he won't be able to get away even if he drinks all the lotus hearts and kuding in the world." Gu Changlin snorted coldly and went down the mountain.

Pang Yi sighed softly, paused, and then entered the door.

When Pang Yi entered the bedroom, Zhong Mingwei was lying on the kang with his back to him, staring at the hole in the window. He didn't know what was so interesting about the hole, so he just stared straight at it. , both eyes were lost.

"Master." Pang Yi walked to the Kang and called softly.

"Where is she?" Zhong Mingwei did not move, still lying like this, staring at the hole with his eyes, "How is she today? Is she still working in the fields and not talking?" ”

"No," Pang Yi said. He looked at Zhong Mingwei's disheveled hair. When he spoke again, his voice was much lower. "Madam got up early this morning, and then came to the lake with Mr. Chen to collect reeds. Leaves."

"Wei Ye?" Zhong Mingwei blinked and murmured.

"Master, tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival." Pang Yi reminded in a low voice.

"Yes, tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival." Zhong Mingwei said slowly, gently touching his lips.

On this day last year, he ate a big bun stuffed with pork and shepherd’s purse for the first time in his life. He had never eaten such delicious buns before. It was obviously hot to death and the appearance was not exquisite at all, but he I couldn't stop eating at all, eating one after another, and later my mouth was burned. The feeling was actually similar to now, the whole mouth was burning with pain, but the mood was completely different.

He remembered that time, the girl stupidly explained that it was the Dragon Boat Festival, but they didn't eat rice dumplings, but instead ate steamed buns. It was really stupid.

He didn't feel stupid at all, he was just eating the big stuffed buns while still thinking about the rice dumplings. At that time, he and Meiya had not known each other for a long time, so he was embarrassed to ask her for food or drink. How could he, a grown man, have the nerve to ask for food from a teenage girl?

Later, as they became more and more familiar, Meiya gradually became the most important person in his life. He gradually became shameless enough to make various requests to her, but he did not go beyond eating rice dumplings. In this season, he felt a little regretful, thinking that next year he would coax Meiya to make more rice dumplings for him to satisfy his craving.

Now it’s the Dragon Boat Festival again, and it’s time to eat rice dumplings again. But now, the person accompanying her is no longer him, and the rice dumplings wrapped by those omnipotent and skillful hands are no longer For him.

……

"Sir," Pang Yi looked at the back of Zhong Mingwei's head, his lips trembled for a long time, and finally had the courage to speak out what was in his heart, "Sir, if you regret it, I will go and bring the wife back. , Master, even if you are... sick, my wife will never leave you, so don't..."

"Go down," Zhong Mingwei cut off Pang Yi's topic and closed his eyes tiredly, "I'm tired."