The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

But Your Highness... Pang Yi cried. The 30-year-old man's crying appearance is really not very good-looking. This subordinate does not seek the blessing of marrying a wife and having children in this life. This subordinate is willing to follow His Highness for the rest of his life. Your Highness, please let your subordinates stay by your side, and treat your subordinates as pity!

No. Zhong Mingwei's face turned cold suddenly, and he turned a cold face to Pang Yi, who was heartbroken, If you stay, you will not be recognized by others. The Queen Mother misses her grandson, so it is natural to send someone over It's okay, but if that person stays here and doesn't leave, then what's the matter? Is the Xu family's influence infiltrating Ninggu Pagoda, or is it that I, the deposed prince, have left behind poison? Pang Yi, are you disrespecting me? Isn't it miserable enough? Do you want to make me worse?

Your Highness! Pang Yi stopped crying suddenly, and looked straight at Zhong Mingwei with his blood-red eyes. Then he wiped his face fiercely, got off the kang, knelt on the ground, and respectfully kowtowed Zhong Mingwei three times. He was tall, and when he spoke again, his voice had returned to calm, but it was still hoarse, Your Majesty just took the liberty of speaking, please forgive me, Your Highness.

Zhong Mingwei didn't look at him again, turned his head to one side, squinted at the curling heat on the stove, he didn't know what he was thinking, after a while, he closed his eyes.

Before Zhong Mingwei opened his mouth, Pang Yi's straight back slowly drooped. He stood up silently, then brought in a few packages from the ground, put them one by one at the end of the kang, and said to Zhong Mingwei's back: Your Highness, here are two quilts, chilblain medicine, two large packages of medicinal materials, and five hundred taels of silver. I came in a hurry this time, and I didn't bring all the things. When I come next time, my subordinates will bring more things.

Zhong Mingwei still didn't say a word, and Pang Yi didn't say anything else either. He stood in front of the kang for a while, and then gave a deep bow to Zhong Mingwei's back: Your Highness cherishes it, and this subordinate will retire now.

After finishing speaking, Pang Yi strode out of the room, but stopped in front of the door again, he turned his head to look at Zhong Mingwei who was leaning on the quilt and closed his eyes to rest, his lips trembled, as if he had something difficult to say , he hesitated for a while, but finally said: His Royal Highness, are you really willing? You have laid out the game for so many years, are you really willing to watch it fall short? Over the years, you have suffered so much. Framed, do you really not intend to pay with blood? Your Highness, excuse me, this is not the place for you to stay, this is not the way you should choose, Your Highness, can you really be willing?

Naturally, he didn't get an answer, but Pang Yi didn't seem to expect Zhong Mingwei to really answer. After speaking, he pushed the door open and left.

It wasn't until the sound of Pang Yi's footsteps completely disappeared that the man who kept his eyes closed opened his eyes. His deep eyes stared at the curling white air in front of him without blinking. He stretched out his hand and felt the hot air. The steaming white air shuttled through his fingertips, and finally the white air turned into a layer of cold and damp water. Gradually, that wet hand suddenly clenched into a fist.

Are you willing?

So many subordinates stayed in the army for more than ten years because of him, from a young man like Pang Yi to a middle-aged man who dared not marry. How many swords, lights and swords, no regrets, have always been for him.

Can you really be willing?

On that New Year's Eve, a fire almost killed him. If that unlucky girl hadn't dragged him out, he would have died in that fire long ago.

Another New Year's Eve, a glass of wine robbed him of his mind, but the majestic Prince of the Eastern Palace danced his sword in front of the imperial court, and even shot down the tablet of the Zhenxian Empress. Guta is still a half-dead paralyzed man.

Over the years, how many ambushes and schemes has he suffered? Even he himself can't count how many times he walked on the tip of the knife. From the day he was born, it was destined that his father was not an ordinary father, his grandmother was not an ordinary grandmother, and he was destined not to be in this life. unusual.