The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

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"It's not uncomfortable, the belly is warm." A Chou grinned embarrassedly at Grandma Chen, while reaching out to wipe the sweat on his face, such a big bowl of **** brown sugar underwater belly, it seems that all the sweat pores Opened, sweat flowed out, and the body was hot and comfortable.

"When I have trouble every month, if my stomach still hurts, just boil this **** brown sugar water to drink, it will be effective," Granny Chen asked, paused, and said right, "Be sure to keep warm, The girl ’s family ca n’t ignore this, it ’s important to marry a baby in the future. ”

"Grandma, I know." A Chou's face flushed with blood.

"Yes, yes, I'm not verbose," Grandma Chen smiled and patted the back of Ahou's hand. While taking the needlework basket, she took a few pieces of embroidery from it and handed it over to Ahou, and said, "Tunli There is a happy event at the end of the year. I will give you the work of embroidering. The bride's family is a rich family, and the bride is also a discerning master. I think that our local embroidery workers are poor. I will take the bamboo leaf you embroidered to her. After seeing it, her family is very satisfied, but she is not at ease with your foreign girl, so the wedding dress is made to the embroidered girl in the town. You embroider four embroidered pieces for her, and she will use it on her bellyband. Yes, but she also told me that as long as she is satisfied, love will not lose you, at least one money. "

"Really?" Ah Chou was pleasantly surprised and asked happily, "What kind of suit did she say?"

"Mandarin duck playing in the water, double wings. Fei, Bian Tilian, and fish play lotus leaves, can you do it?" Grandma Chen looked at her younger, inevitably worried, "Can I find you embroidery patterns for you?"

"No, no! I will! Yes!" A Chou shook his head busy. What embroidered pattern did she see in the palace? This screwdriver's pattern naturally cannot help her.

"That will be fine. This time you are embroidering well. Next time someone will look for you to embroider a wedding dress, and you will earn more silver than this," Granny Chen smiled, pushing the needlework basket to Agui, "Needlework It ’s all here, and it ’s done before the Mid-Autumn Festival. "

"Well, thank you Granny, when the silver is in hand, I will go to the market to buy pastries and honor you!" Ahou took the sewing basket and held it in his hand, looking at the needle thread inside the brain, how he liked it.

"Hahaha, the old lady is waiting for the cake you bought!" Grandma Chen smiled.

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After saying thanks to Granny Chen, Ah Chou went up the mountain with a needlework basket, not only the needle thread brain, but also a packet of brown sugar that Granny Chen put in. The warmness in Ah Chou's body was also warm in his heart. We must do embroidering work well so as not to embarrass Grandma Chen, and even repay Grandma Chen in the future.

When it was home, it was already noon. Ah Chou did not put the brown sugar in the kitchen, but put it in the box in the house. Brown sugar is more expensive than rock sugar. A Chou is very precious, for fear that there will be rats in the kitchen. This baby brown sugar.

"Girl!"

As soon as Ah Chou put the brown sugar in, he listened to Zhong Mingwei calling her in that room, and A Chou was too busy to pass by.

"What's the matter?" Ah Chou came in a hurry. "Are you thirsty?"

A Chou walked over while talking, looking at the small table at the head of the bed with half a bowl of tea left. This was when she poured out Zhong Mingwei before going out. A Chou was relieved.

"What's wrong with you last night?" Zhong Mingwei asked her with a sideways look, "How come you keep flipping around? Is it uncomfortable?"

"Are you still able to hear across the two walls?" A Ugly murmured, sitting on the edge of the bed and pinching Zhong Mingwei's waist while casually saying, "It's nothing. I just had a nightmare and was scared to sleep."

"I'm afraid to sleep alone?" Zhong Mingwei asked, but at the beginning of the conversation, Zhong Mingwei felt a little scorned, how to ask people this kindly?

"I ... what am I afraid of?" A Chou mumbled, and glanced at Zhong Mingwei, while his voice was quieter. "You are here, I can tell you when I tell you, what am I afraid of?"

Zhong Mingwei was a bit sour in my heart, so I could only answer.