The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

What the queen mother said is that I also have this plan. Fang Zhiheng nodded, rubbed his fingers on the tea bowl, paused, and said in a deep voice, If Mingzheng is crowned king, naturally Ming'e cannot be left behind. After all, Ming'e Still brother.

Naturally, the queen mother nodded, while looking at Zhong Zhiheng, Then what position does the emperor think should be given to Ming E and Ming Zheng?

To tell the truth, I originally wanted to give Ming E and Ming Zheng the same status. Although Ming E was born of a noble concubine, his status is more noble, but after all, Ming E is older, and Ming E has always done things safely. Have the heart to make Ming E lower his brother, Fang Zhiheng sighed softly, But now, the Mingzheng Mansion has released good news, if I still give them the same status as brothers, I'm afraid it will make people think too much.

What the emperor said is that anyone with a discerning eye must know that the status of the two princes should be different this time. If the emperor gave them the same status, it would be inappropriate, the queen mother said slowly. He said in a deep voice, Then make Mingzheng the first-rank prince and Ming'e the king of the first-rank county.

But after all, Ming E was wronged, such an honest and steady child. Fang Zhiheng sighed.

The queen mother took a sip of tea, and suddenly looked at Fang Zhiheng: Ming'e has been married for seven or eight years, right? But there has been no place for her knees, Your Majesty, don't you think it's strange?

Yes, I have always had this doubt in my heart, but I have sent the imperial physician several times to Ming'e and the second princess to ask for pulse. There is nothing wrong with it, and I am still puzzled, Fang Zhiheng sighed, The prince under my knee Not many, I can't help but think of my grandchildren, and even the descendants are declining, now apart from a girl in Mingzheng's mansion, I can only count on Mingzheng's daughter-in-law to have a grandson in her stomach.

Your Majesty, don't worry too much. After all, Ming E and Ming Zheng are still young, the Queen Mother said softly, while reaching out to pat Fang Zhiheng's hand, Besides, isn't there still Ming Rong?

How old is Ming Rong? My mother used to tease me, Zhong Zhiheng said with a smile, while sipping his tea, his expression became serious again, I really want to give Ming Zheng the title of prince, but if that's the case, I don't really like it. Take it easy.

The Zhao family has a noble concubine and a right minister, and Zhong Mingzheng is the son-in-law of An Zishang, the Minister of Rites. With the escort of the Zhao family and the An family, the status of a crown prince is almost certain. For the words of Prince Feng, I am afraid that as soon as the new year comes, the whole court will be full of calls for a crown prince. Zhong Zhiheng is only in his early fifties this year, and he is in good health. Chu's plan, naturally, he is not happy to see the situation where all the officials ask for the crown prince.

The queen mother naturally understood Zhong Zhiheng's thoughts, she took a shallow sip of tea, and then said slowly while flicking the beads: During the Double Ninth Festival, Xiao An from Anfu entered the palace to greet Ai's family, and Ai's family looked at that girl. It’s not bad, it’s kind and righteous.”

Zhong Zhiheng raised his eyebrows: The little An from An Zishang's family?

That's right. Speaking of which, the Long Live Lord issued an order to marry Xiao An back then, the Queen Mother sneered, I heard that An Zishang personally entered the palace to ask for an order.

Isn't it? At that time, I was taken aback. That An Zishang cried and begged me to give me a decree to grant a marriage, so as to fulfill the infatuation of his daughter. Zhong Zhiheng also clenched his lips mockingly, and pursed his mouth Tea, while leisurely said, Since Xiao An values ​​love and righteousness, then send Xiao An to Ninggu Pagoda.

The queen mother said nothing, just sipped tea shallowly with her head down.

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The tenth day of November in the thirty-second year of Jiasheng

Ninguta

Ah Chou got the bacon he made last month, and today, taking advantage of the sun at noon, he went down the mountain to deliver ideas to Grandma Chen's house.

When we arrived at Jixian Bookstore, it was not Grandma Chen who opened the door to Ah Chou this time, but Chen Qingxuan.

Mr. Chen, isn't Grandma Chen at home? Ah Chou followed Chen Qingxuan in, and did not see Grandma Chen left or right.

I went back to the village. There is a happy event at the relative's house in the village. She went back to help. Chen Qingxuan took the bacon from her and said to Ah Chou with a smile, How can you accept such a big one? Li, I happen to have a pot of good tea here, you can take it back and drink it.

No, no, no, Mr. Chen, Ah Chou waved his hands in a hurry, and said a little embarrassedly, I just bought new tea a few days ago, and I bought a lot.