The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Yes, Sister She was confiscated into the palace as a slave when she was four years old. It was the beginning of the twentieth year of Jiasheng, and it was not yet the first month. She was implicated in a serious case for 20 years. Her subordinate's parents died, and her subordinate and elder brother There are also a group of survivors of criminal officials who were exiled to Ninggu Pagoda, and their elder brother died in another country, but because of their young age, their younger sister escaped, but they were confiscated into the palace as slaves. He Chengzhi heard Zhong Mingwei asked about the past, and hurriedly I had to wipe my face, and then hurriedly said, Sister She was born as a criminal official. Even if she was confiscated into the palace as a slave, she must be the most humble and rough palace worker, so I implore the Lord Long Live to order that the subordinate Look up the record of the entry of the crude palace servants fifteen years ago.

You also said just now that your sister entered the palace at the age of four. She is so young that she may not even remember her name and date of birth, or...she may not be alive long ago, Zhong Mingwei looked at He Chengzhi and looked at him. Looking at his anxious face, for some reason, his hands trembled a little, Even if you investigate, I'm afraid you will only end up in vain and add to your sorrow. It's better not to investigate, but you can still keep something in your heart. Think about it.

My subordinates also thought about what Long Live Lord said. When I was in Ninggu Pagoda, my subordinates thought that I would never return to the capital in this life, so I would never see my younger sister again, so my subordinates can only be my younger sisters. She is no longer alive, and I haven't thought of her for several years, and almost forgot what she looked like, but later, the subordinate became a father, He Chengzhi sighed softly when he heard this, and he suddenly He paused, bit his lips, and then continued, The eyebrows and eyes of this subordinate's child are very similar to that of a sister-in-law. This subordinate looks at his own child every day, watching him grow up little by little, and will cry and laugh when he sees him. , also saw that he was able to talk, and there was not a single moment in the subordinates who did not want to give up his younger sister. When he was a child, his father was strict, and his younger sister was always afraid to get close to her father, but she was the elder brother of the closest relative... Speaking of which, He Chengzhi's voice became hoarse again, and he wiped his face vigorously, finally calmed down again, and then continued, To tell the truth, since Long Live God pardoned the world, my subordinates have dreamed of Sister She, she is still the same as before, with a face carved in jade, but she doesn't smile at her subordinates, she looks at her subordinates with resentment, and stares at her subordinates so coldly without saying a word. I know it's Sister She who is blaming her elder brother for not coming to the capital to look for her, leaving her alone in the capital to suffer. He Chengzhi suddenly smiled bitterly again, his eyes became moist again, Sister She really is The one who loves her subordinates the most is that she never entered the dreamland of subordinates because they could not return to the capital due to their difficulties. I came down to the capital to look for her, so my subordinates naturally couldn't wait for a moment, so I hurriedly begged General Chakhtu to recommend my subordinates and came to the capital.

After saying this, the imperial study room seemed to be a pool of stagnant water. He Chengzhi was still trying to calm down his bitter and depressed mood, but Pang Yi's face became extremely ugly. , four years old, a rough palace man...

Will not!

Will not!

How could there be such an absurd and coincidental thing? !

Pang Yi shook his head vigorously, but looked at Zhong Mingwei uncontrollably. He looked at Zhong Mingwei's face which was also extremely ugly. For a moment, he felt a click in his heart. Pang Yi took a deep breath, and cast his eyes on Zhong Mingwei again. He Chengzhi, who was still kneeling on the ground and trembling all over, slowly put his hand on the dagger at his waist. Now that he has become the Minister of the Ministry of War, he will no longer use his sword to wield the stick, but he Being used to being a general, the habit of carrying a knife with him can't be changed. Zhong Mingwei also allowed him to bring a knife into the palace, so he never leaves this short knife, but it hasn't been out of its sheath for a long time. I don't know if it is because of this. Pang Yi's hand on the handle of the knife trembled slightly, this was the first time for him who had practiced martial arts for nearly thirty years.