The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Your Highness, we're here, the sedan chair stopped in front of the gate of the Second Prince's Mansion. Liao Chongwu bowed to the sedan chair and heard a mild coughing sound from inside. , but did you catch a cold?

Zhong Ming'e glanced at him, against the light, he couldn't see Liao Chongwu's face clearly, so he stopped looking at it now, got out of the sedan chair with his head down, and then strode towards the Prince's Mansion. Feeling his body sinking, Zhong Ming'e was taken aback, and then watched Liao Chongwu put on a heavy cloak for himself. The cloak must have not been washed for a long time, and there was a smell of sweat and a strong smell of alcohol. gas.

Zhong Ming'e wanted to remove the cloak uncomfortably, but Liao Chongwu held down his hand and said in a deep voice, Your Highness, please make do with it first, and take it off when you return to your room. It's windy outside.

Zhong Ming'e didn't say anything else, and now, wearing Liao Chongwu's cloak and winding corridors, he entered the study.

Your Highness, aren't you going to the backyard? Liao Chongwu followed Zhong Ming'e into the study, and asked hesitantly.

Concubine Shu told Zhong Ming'e to visit the Zou family more, and Liao Chongwu also knew about it.

Zhong Ming'e didn't speak, and while taking off the cloak on his body, he handed it to Liao Chongwu.

Drink less wine, and take care of your health. Zhong Ming'e glanced at Liao Chongwu, walked to the table and sat down.

It's not always. Liao Chongwu wiped his face and said awkwardly, I just drank it recently.

Yes, you didn't drink before. Zhong Ming'e looked at him, his hands in his sleeves gradually clenched into fists. For some reason, he was a little nervous, pursed his lips, and asked in a low voice, Why? Have you had any wine lately? What's on your mind?

Liao Chongwu met Zhong Ming'e's gaze, paused for a while, then lowered his head again, picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea, handed it to Zhong Ming'e, and said in a low voice, It's okay, I'm just hungry for wine.

The fists in his sleeves suddenly spread out. Zhong Ming'e stared at Liao Chongwu with strong resentment in his eyes. He seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. He just took the teacup and suddenly poured out the bitter The tea was drank in one gulp.

Let's go, I want to rest. Zhong Ming'e said in a muffled voice, his chest rose and fell gently, as if a monstrous anger was stagnating inside.

Your Highness, don't worry about yourself anymore, Liao Chongwu looked at him like this, hesitant to speak, he took a deep breath, and finally said, Your Highness, Concubine Shu is all for you...

Get out! Before Liao Chongwu could speak, Zhong Ming'e shouted angrily. At the same time, a blue and white porcelain teacup hit Liao Chongwu's face head-on. His face suddenly collapsed, his eyes were red, his lips were trembling, and he sat back in the armchair with a plop. The next second, he covered his face and began to cry.

Your Highness! Liao Chongwu wiped his face indiscriminately. He was so busy that he spared the table and knelt in front of Zhong Ming'e. He supported the sides of the armchair with both hands, and looked anxiously and distressedly at the sobbing Zhong Ming'e. Your Highness, Please don't do this, please don't do this...

Then what do you want me to do? Zhong Ming'e cried with deep grievance and resentment, Liao Chongwu, what do you want me to do? What do you want me to do?!

Your Highness... Liao Chongwu's voice also had a strong nasal tone, a man who had always been a strong man, now his eyes were full of tears, and his face was so distressed that he didn't know what to do.

Liao Chongwu, what should I do? Zhong Ming'e put down his hands soaked in tears, looked at Liao Chongwu with red eyes, sad and confused, What should I do? What do you think I should do...

Your Highness... Liao Chongwu stretched out his hand to grab Zhong Ming'e's hand. He wanted to say something so desperately, but in the end he didn't say anything. He knelt down on the ground discouraged.

Boom boom boom!

Your Highness, came the maidservant's knock on the door, followed by her anxious voice, Prince Concubine is not feeling well, Your Highness, is it convenient for you to take a look at the backyard?

Liao Chongwu stood up in a hurry, took a handkerchief and wiped the scarlet blood on his face, and then took another handkerchief to wipe Zhong Ming'e's face. At this stall, the little maid was begging outside again.

Your Highness, please go and see the princess, Your Highness...

Liao Chongwu... Zhong Ming'e looked at Liao Chongwu without blinking, and asked softly while holding his breath, Should I go?