The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 894: Duan Chenghong

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"Come to you... okay!" Zhong Mingwei was startled at first, and then he leaned over to Meiya in a hurry, and couldn't help but smile and said, "My legs and feet used to be very awkward. I remember when I first learned to walk, It's just leaning against you, so close, and tied with a hemp rope, hehe, it's quite beautiful now that I think about it."

"What's so beautiful about this?" Meiya was puzzled and put her hands on Zhong Mingwei's waist, pretending to help him downstairs with difficulty.

"Others have to go through a lot of trouble to get a wife. They have to give gold, silver, and jewelry, and they have to coax them with sweet words all day long. I don't have to." Zhong Mingwei smiled even more proudly, and secretly raised his hand toward The girl touched it with her little hand, and smiled even more like a mouse stealing oil, "Who told me to look handsome? Getting a wife depends on this handsome face!"

"Crack!"

The next second, a slap hit the man's hand firmly. As the man wailed, Meiya said with a look of disgust: "If I had known that this handsome face was actually thicker than the city wall, No matter how handsome you are, I still have to consider it."

"Hey! It's late!" Zhong Mingwei smiled even more proudly, "The little lady who enters my house is mine, and she will have to sleep in a grave with me a hundred years later."

"Yes, yes, yes, I am from your family, sleeping in your family's grave. Please just say less, there are many people down there." Meiya whispered, supporting Zhong Mingwei to the lobby.

"Sir, what's wrong with you?" The waiter was startled when he saw Meiya helping Zhong Mingwei down. He hurriedly put down the teapot in his hand and came over to ask, "Wasn't it fine just now? Did you fall? Or something?"

"It's okay, it's okay. He just walked a lot today and his leg disease has recurred. He can just go back and rest in bed for more than half a month." Meiya explained to the waiter and asked the waiter again. , "Excuse me, little brother, go call us a car."

"Okay, let's get you ready!" The waiter was so busy that he ran to the door and called a carriage for Meiya and Zhong Mingwei.

Meiya gave the waiter a penny as a thank you, and then helped Zhong Mingwei out of the Bianyifang. When she was about to help Zhong Mingwei get on the carriage, she heard a voice not far away: "Yes... Prince An?"

Meiya and Zhong Mingwei were startled, and both looked in that direction. They saw Duan Chenghong holding a few packets of Chinese medicine in his hand in front of the drug store opposite Biianfang, looking towards them with excitement on his face.

Meiya's heart suddenly rose to her throat, and she lowered her head when she was so busy. She knew that Duan Chenghong couldn't recognize her, but she still felt terribly guilty. Her heart was pounding, almost They will all burst out of their chests.

"You go up first," Zhong Mingwei noticed Meiya's nervousness, and whispered to Meiya, "I'll send him away."

"Okay." Meiya was so busy that she got on the carriage first, and then sat in the carriage honestly without daring to breathe. It wasn't until she heard the conversation between the two people coming from outside that Meiya finally He moved to the window and carefully opened a corner of the curtain.

Duan Chenghong is much older than before. Although he was demoted six levels in a row and lived in a cramped life, he could still maintain the dignity of a Beijing official. But now, in just two and a half years, Duan Chenghong has become In front of him was an old man with gray hair and a stooped body. Even the beard that he cared about most in the past was now gray and sparse. As he spoke, the sparse beard trembled. , no matter how you look at it, it makes people feel sad. In fact, Chenghong is not yet fifty years old during this period, so why is he so old?

Isn't it probably inseparable from Miss Duan's death?

Meiya couldn't stand it any longer, so she lowered the curtain and leaned against the carriage wall in silence, thinking that in the past, a carriage like this pulled her and Miss Duan away from the capital. At that time, she did not Not knowing what kind of life would be waiting for her ahead, she was uneasy, but mixed with deep joy, not only because she was finally saying goodbye to this cage-like city that disgusted her, but also because , her daydream is coming true little by little.