Chapter 247

"Your Highness! Your highness! " When Zou Shijie left, Liao Chongwu was so busy that he hurried over. He saw Zhong Minge holding a chair and falling. He was so busy that he stepped forward to hold Zhong Minge. He saw the sweat oozing from his forehead. Liao Chongwu was so upset that he didn't know how to do it. He took Zhong Minge to his study to rest.

"Go Command the kitchen to stew a cup of honey bird's nest for the imperial concubine and send it to him, "Zhong Minge lies in Liao Chongwu's arms and opens his mouth difficultly," with blood swallow. "

Although he didn't like Zou Shijie very much at some times, Zou Shijie was loyal to him. He had to repay him. What's more, this happened again with Liao Chongwu. He inevitably felt guilty about Zou.

"Yes, I do." Liao Chongwu's eyes darkened, but he agreed.

……

Jiasheng: the third day of the first month of the thirty third year.

Ningguta.

I'm looking forward to my stomachache for a few days, but it still doesn't arrive as scheduled. Ah Chou is both happy and worried. To be honest, she doesn't like the days of every month. She's so miserable that she doesn't say anything. She doesn't dare to turn over when she sleeps at night. She's afraid of soiling the quilt Cough, and zhongmingwei's clothes. Although zhongmingwei doesn't seem to care much about this, the more time it is, the more tightly he holds ah Chou and sometimes rubs ah Chou's stomach all night. But ah Chou still cares. She has a thin skin. The more time it is, the thinner the natural skin will be.

So, ah Chou really hopes that there will be no such women's unique troubles in his life, but Grandma Chen said that women have to have this level, otherwise they will not be a normal woman, so ah Chou hopes that he can keep normal

In a word, ah Chou is very distressed now, especially Zhong Mingwei is boiling brown sugar ginger tea for her again, and she is scolded over and over again!

Ah ah ah!

It's a dead end!

"I told you that I would buy donkey hide gelatin. You can't bear to buy it," Zhong Mingwei said to ah Chou as he burned the fire. "This brown sugar is cheap, but how can it compare with donkey hide gelatin? Besides, how expensive can Ejiao be, and how expensive can it be more expensive than your body? Now the young people don't know how to maintain them. When they get older, let's see how you regret it. Then... "

"I know! My master Zhong! " Ah Chou's ears are almost cocooned. If she knew that she was reluctant to buy donkey hide gelatin, she would definitely buy donkey hide gelatin, and she would buy it one jin at a time!

"What do you call me?" Zhong Mingwei's face is stiff. He looks at ah Chou suddenly. His face stinks.

"Call you bell Young master Zhong, "ah Chou's eyes rolled, and then he chuckled at Zhong Minge," young master, is immortality much younger than old master? Hahaha! "

Zhong Mingwei: "..."

Next second, Zhong Mingwei silently grabbed a handful of ginger from the plate and put it into the pot.

"Don't you! You want to kill me! " Ah Cho is about to cry. She didn't like ginger. Now she has been forced to drink the brown sugar ginger tea for several days. Now when she sees ginger, she is disgusted. Zhong Mingwei even adds another one to it. It's hard to live!

"I can't help it. I'm old and I can't use my eyes," Zhong Mingwei said to himself as he picked up the spoon and stirred it in the pot. "I can't use my nose anymore. I can't smell ginger? Is it too little? Or do you want to cut some more in? "

A Chou: "..."

Zhong Mingwei's remaining light swept the corner of ah Chou's twitching mouth. He was in a good mood. He put down his spoon and continued to burn the fire.

"Drink it all," said Zhong Mingwei after he cooked the brown sugar and ginger tea. Zhong Mingwei filled out all the tea in the tea, which was full of two bowls. At this time, they were all placed in front of ah Chou. In the eyes of ah Chou's pleading, Mr. Zhong said firmly, "no more drops."

"Why?" Ah Chou was so hairy that she looked at Uncle Zhong wrongly. "I used to drink one bowl at a time, but now I drink two bowls at a time, and you cook it so thick, you mean it!"

"Yes, I did it on purpose," Mr. Zhong didn't deny. While brushing the pot, he defended himself positively. "Your hands and feet are cold, and your body is very cold, and you are reluctant to buy some donkey hide gelatin to mend your body. So what can you do without more ginger tea? Waiting for a few days to turn around on the Kang and cry again? "