The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Chapter 1292: Little man

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"No need," Meiya shook her head in a hurry, reaching out to take out the two stone pendants hanging around her neck, and looked at Zhong Mingwei with a smile, "Look, don't I already have pendants? I can't wear any more .”

"Okay, then I won't look for it anymore." Zhong Mingwei smiled along with her, a comfortable and peaceful smile, while lowering his head to kiss the girl's red lips, but was pushed away by the girl's slap, Zhong Mingwei staggered, He almost sat down on the ground, but fortunately he was quick-sighted and reached out to support the bed post, and then he sat firmly. He was about to act like a baby with Meiya, but before he pouted, he looked at Xiao Anshi who was sitting on the edge of the bed. Gu Qingtong was looking at him curiously. At that moment, Zhong Mingwei coughed in a hurry, and then sat upright...

He must maintain the image of the wise and mighty Son of Heaven!

"Wow!" Suddenly the little princess burst into tears without warning.

"What's the matter?" Meiya panicked all of a sudden. She is the mother who is holding a baby for the first time, but she has no experience in coaxing babies at all. She looks at Xiao An as if she is busy asking for help, "Sister An, Tian Tian, what's the matter?"

Xiao An sniffed vigorously, then glanced at Zhong Mingwei who was sitting upright, and said silently: "Ma'am, the little princess seems to have peed... need to change her panties."

"What are you still standing there for?" The next second, Meiya suddenly turned to Zhong Mingwei, "Why don't you hurry up and find Kaizi?"

"Yes! Little one obeys!" The emperor, who was still wise and mighty just now, trot obediently to find Kaizi.

The tenth day of March in the sixth year of Tianding

Northwest Camp.

In March in the northwest, the snow has not yet melted. Looking around, it can be said to be frozen for thousands of miles, magnificent and lonely.

"Uncle Pang, when will we be able to reach the Northwest camp?" He Siwen opened the curtains and looked out with a frown, his face full of melancholy, "I can't see the leader because of the snow outside."

"Where is it so easy to get to the Northwest Daying? It's at the junction of our Great Zhou Dynasty and the Turks," Pang Yi said, sitting in the carriage, closing his eyes and resting his mind, but he was not in a hurry. , while patting He Siwen on the back, he said slowly, "Siwen, don't worry, we'll be there in two more days."

"Two more days!" He Siwen was immediately discouraged, sat back on his buttocks, and then complained to Pang Yi bitterly, "Uncle Pang, we set off from the capital as soon as the Chinese New Year. It’s been three months of running, and to tell you the truth, I’ve been suffering from sore backs for so long.”

"Will you still come to Northwest with Uncle after that?" Pang Yi asked with a smile as he looked at He Siwen's crumpled smiling face.

"Come on," He Siwen nodded hurriedly without thinking, "Come to the northwest to see Daddy!"

Since He Chengzhi went to the Northwest six years ago, he never came back except Tianding returned to the capital for half a month during the mid-autumn festival of four years, so He Siwen hasn't seen his father for two years, so he naturally misses him very much. So this time, Pang Yi was ordered to visit the northwest on behalf of the emperor. As soon as the imperial edict came out, He Siwen begged Zhong Mingwei and Meiya to allow him to go to the northwest with Pang Yi. They were almost taller than Meiya, but Meiya was still worried, but she couldn't hold back He Siwen's soft-heartedness, and finally agreed, but it was necessary to give Pang Yi some more advice, and there was an extra one in the inspection team. A carriage dedicated to holding He Siwen's clothing, food and other things.

"Then don't feel tired!" Pang Yi smiled, stretched out his hand and patted He Siwen's small shoulder, and said, "Siwen is ten years old and a little man. When we arrive at the Northwest Camp, we can't let him Daddy saw this frowning look!"

"No! I'm still in good spirits!" He Siwen immediately sat up straight, and at the same time made fists to Pang Yi, and said arrogantly, "Uncle Pang, stop and set up camp later, my father and I Let's make gestures again!"