The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Okay, let's do your work first. Zhong Mingzheng also saw the concubine, and waved to Ling Shi'an, motioning for him to step down.

Yes, I obey. Ling Shi'an immediately spared the concubine, stepped out in a hurry, and disappeared into the thick night after a while.

How long have you been standing at the door? Zhong Mingzheng walked slowly to the door, opened the lid of the stewing pot on the tray behind him, looked at the Sydney, lotus seed and tremella soup inside, and raised his eyes to look at the concubine. He said calmly, I heard something again.

Slap!

In the next second, the concubine's knees gave way and she knelt on the ground, and the tea cup also fell to the ground, soaking the concubine's Qian Hong skirt.

Your Highness, please forgive me! I didn't hear anything! I don't know anything! The concubine hurriedly kowtowed, but after a while, her forehead turned red.

Since you don't know anything, then what are you afraid of? Zhong Mingzheng squatted down, pinching the concubine's delicate and small chin with his white fingers, taking the time to look at the concubine's pale face, and said slowly, word by word, That's right, it's exactly what you heard and what you imagined, this king is about to force the palace to usurp the throne.

Your Highness, I'm a concubine... the concubine said with trembling lips, she was so frightened that she couldn't even shed tears, her lips were trembling so badly, and the sound of her teeth chattering was so harsh in the silent night, Your Highness, forcing the palace is a felony. You...you are the prince, and Long Live God is your father, and he is your father. The son violates the father's rules, and heaven cannot tolerate it! Your Highness, you...how can you force the palace? Your Highness , stop now! Now, there is still... still time...

This king doesn't know that there is a worthy queen in this king's back house. Zhong Mingzheng raised his eyebrows and smiled ironically and coldly, It's just a pity, you don't have a chance to be in the world.

The next second, the man's hand suddenly grasped the woman's slender neck, twisted his hands vigorously, and with a harsh creak, the woman's body softened, and she fell to the ground, staring straight at her eyes. He stared at the gloomy sky.

It's a pity, such a good soup, tsk tsk. Zhong Mingzheng looked at the lotus seeds and white fungus scattered all over the ground, sighed and stood up, striding over the body of the concubine.

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Jiasheng thirty-fourth June thirty-fourth

Fourth watch.

Anjun Palace.

Since Meiya came back from the palace, her eyes have never been dry. Zhong Mingwei did not hide the news of Grandma Chen's death, and told Meiya immediately. Meiya cried for an hour. Only then did he forcefully stop, Zhong Mingwei was so busy throwing a handkerchief to wipe Meiya's face, when he came back, he saw that Meiya was no longer in the room, Zhong Mingwei was startled, and was about to go out to find her, when he looked at Meiya Ya brought a big bag from the side hall, Zhong Mingwei looked at the bag in her hand, was startled for a moment, and then sighed a long time.

I bought so many clothes, shoes and socks for grandma. Last time, I was going to send them back to Ningguta together with silver bracelets and silver locks. Unexpectedly, there was still a piece of outer clothing that I didn't get out, so I didn't have time to send them back to Ningguta. Meiya put the bundle on the table, sat down, rubbed the bundle, and her eyes became wet again, Why am I so messed up? Can't I send a few back first? What do you have to do? What are you waiting for? At least I can let grandma see it, so I will be happy...

Zhong Mingwei sat down, clasped the back of Meiya's head with one hand, and wiped her face with a handkerchief in the other hand, but the tears became more and more, and they couldn't be wiped clean, so Zhong Mingwei simply stopped wiping and wiped the handkerchief Throwing it aside, he held Meiya's hand and said: If you want to cry, you can cry as much as you want, but you are not allowed to cry anymore when you are on the road tomorrow, you understand?