The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Chapter 78 - The thirty-second festival



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When he was a child, he hated this day, hated being sent to the temple hungry, hated the monk like a pile of screwdrivers who carried the “Resurrection Mantra” over and over again, he hated the cry of the wife concubine, or hysterical, or Is it pear blossom with rain, or is it pitiful …

This is his birthday!

Why do you always spend this way? !

He knew it was his mother’s card on the stage, but what about that? Why remind him over and over again that it was his mother ’s death that brought him a new life?

Is he willing? Is this something he can choose?

Does this really blame him?

Or is he really so unforgivable? Should I use my life’s joy to bury my mother? !

He was angry, snarled, and even went to the Yu Study Room to make a fuss with Zhong Zhiheng once. In exchange, he was ordered to be imprisoned in the Clan House for a full month. When he came out of the Clan House, he was thin. Ten pounds, a layer of skin peeled off.

What is Zongren Mansion? It was set up by the order of the ancestors to specifically punish the royal family. No matter how powerful your royal family is, as long as the long-lived grandmaster orders it, this is more terrible than the prison of the criminal department.

So, at the age of twelve, Zhong Mingwei became the first prince to be punished in the dynastic mansion of the Zhou Dynasty.

After coming out of the Clan House, Zhong Mingwei became a personal person. The young boy who was angry and wanton in the past was gone. Instead, he was replaced by a deep, eight-hearted prince.

Since then, on July 7 of each year, he no longer wakes up with the next person, because he will never sleep at all, he will be alone in the study, sitting in the dark garden outside the window. Throughout the night, maybe the moon was sparse, the mist was thick, or the wind was cold, and he was sitting alone, no one knew what he was thinking.

The ceremonial gift of Queen Zhenxian, year after year, his age is also growing year by year. His kneeling in front of the Lingtai will no longer be awkward and wronged like his childhood, but straight. Like a pine, “Long Life Mantra” and the cry of the woman, as always, still sounded in his ears, but he didn’t feel so bored.

Everything seems to be the case.

The queen mother patted his shoulder and praised him as sensible. He smiled and didn’t speak.

Today is the thirty-second memorial day of his mother-in-law, Empress Xu Siyao.

Instead of the previous years, this time he should have kneeled on the cold floor tiles of Baohua Temple, and at this moment, he was in the most barren and desolate border area of ​​Dazhou, although it was so paralyzed, although he lived so shabby In the unbearable room, he felt extremely relaxed, relaxed all over, from the inside out.

It was dawn, he was a little thirsty. When he pressed his lips, he heard footsteps. He listened to the brisk footsteps, and his lips involuntarily turned up.

“Are you thirsty?” A Chou came in with a tray. There were two soup bowls in the tray. The top of the tray was upside down by A Chou with two bowls. What I didn’t know inside was just incredibly fragrant.

Zhong Mingwei stared intently at the two soup bowls, and began to drum in his belly, but Ah Chou did not understand the style at all, first poured him a cup of tea and handed it over: “Drink tea first, not hot or cold ,Just right.”

Drink tea before meals. This is the rule set by A Chou. He has been lying on the bed either lying down or lying down. His digestion is slow and he can easily accumulate food. After A Chou rubbed his stomach for several days , Set such a rule for him.

Zhong Mingwei was so busy that he drank tea in two sips, while sucking the drops of water on his lips, while staring at the two soup bowls, the elegance and nobility had disappeared.

A Chou knew he was hungry, opened the inverted bowl with a smile, and then a bowl of hot noodle soup was brought to Zhong Mingwei. Zhong Mingwei stared at the steaming noodle, Bai Jinjin’s soup, plate In the yellow orange orange noodles, a spoonful of red spicy hot peppers are placed on top of the noodles, and a handful of oily green vegetables floats smoothly on the side.


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