The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

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"Well, I have to go back." Pang Yi nodded, and strode outward while striding.

"What did you panic?" Xiao An's cried Pang Yi behind him, while taking off a new cluster of black cloaks from the screen, he walked to Pang Yi and put on his cloak. "Although It's spring, but it's still cold outside, and you have to ride up the mountain again, how can you do it without wearing more? "

"When did you buy it?" Pang Yi looked at the white and tender hands on his chest that were tying his cloak straps. His face was a little heavy, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously touched it twice, as if tolerating something.

"I didn't buy it, I made it myself," when he said this, Xiao An's was a little shy, so she didn't dare to look up at Pang Yi, otherwise she would be able to detect Pang Yi's emotions, and finally tie the knot. Caressing the cloak, he whispered, "I'm not good at needlework. This is the first time I have done it. Naturally, I can't avoid doing rough work. Don't pick me up ... Ah!"

The next second, Pang Yi held Xiao An's face and kissed the chattering mouth suddenly. Pang Yi kissed very fiercely. He was a gentle man who was always gentle in front of Xiao An's. Hugging Xiao An's arms in his arms, ignoring Xiao An's struggling hands and feet, he just wanted to kiss her, take her, and eat her.

"You ... what's the matter with you?" After a long and fierce kiss, Xiao An's lips were red and swollen. She was a little shy, but she was even more worried. At the moment, Xiao An's did not care about the shame. Hand, "What the **** is wrong with you? How do I think you are not quite right today?"

"Nothing," Pang Yi tried his best to suppress the ups and downs in his heart. He smiled at Xiao An's and said, "Sleep early, I have to go."

"Oh," Xiao Anshi was a little lost, but he also knew that Pang Yi wouldn't stay, and now he adjusted Pang Yi's messy clothes, and whispered, "Will you come tomorrow?"

Pang Yi didn't speak, bowed his head to kiss the young An's hairpin, and then turned out to leave the door. Xiao An's stood for a while for a while before he closed the door.

Somehow, her heart was a bit heavy, just like this heavy night.

...

It was still windy in the evening. The Ninggu Tower at the end of April was very cold. Pang Yi did not ride, but led the horse and wandered in the sunset. He didn't want to go back, let alone stay in the inn, so he just Can walk so alone.

The cloak fits very well, just short to the ankle, long and short, just double-sided, warm and pressured, Pang Yi has never worn such a good cloak, he is holding the horse in one hand, holding the corner of the cloak in one hand, light Twisting lightly with his fingertips, he imagined how Xiao An's made this cloak stitch by stitch, so that it would be really hard for her to make such a delicate cloak like a rich lady who doesn't touch the spring water.

Pang Yi thought of Xiao An's clumsy appearance, and couldn't help but laughed, but when he smiled, he didn't laugh.

Although Zhong Mingwei didn't say it, he was Zhong Mingwei's confidant. He naturally knew what kind of determination Zhong Mingwei made. While he was sad for Zhong Mingwei and Meiya, he was also confused.

He always wanted to talk to Zhong Mingwei about him and Xiao Anshi, but he swallowed it to his mouth several times, he really didn't know how to speak, although Zhong Mingwei wouldn't mind, but it must be It was really difficult to tell. He originally thought that he would wait until Zhong Mingwei and Meiya became married. Then he would take Xiao An's up the mountain to greet Zhong Mingwei and Mei Ya and formally meet, so that he could live a life with Xiao An's.

But now that something like this has happened, Zhong Mingwei has suffered such a fatal blow. This life may have been slow, and how can he be a subordinate under his care? Zhong Mingwei is his master. He should have been born and died for Zhong Mingwei in his life. Now that Zhong Mingwei is so depressed and depressed, how can he be greedy for joy?

He is ashamed, whether to Zhong Mingwei, to Meiya, or even Xiao An's.

He felt that he was the most shameless existence in the world.

The hand holding the cloak gradually loosened, and the cloak hung down again. Pang Yi stared at the last touch of the residual sun, and he sighed weakly.