The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Liao Chongwu avoided Zhong Ming'e's gaze, wiped his wet face carefully, and then wiped Zhong Ming'e's hands. After the long and slender hands were wiped clean, Liao Chongwu slowly left. Mouth: Prince and concubine is not feeling well, it is also appropriate for His Highness to go and take care of her.

Understood, I don't need you to remind me! The originally confused eyes suddenly became clear, Zhong Ming'e looked at Liao Chongwu coldly, and curled his lips mockingly, Back off, I'm going to the backyard tonight Rest, there is no need for you to follow.

Yes, this subordinate will leave. Liao Chongwu bowed while clutching the handkerchief tightly in his hand.

Zhong Ming'e looked at him coldly, then rubbed Liao Chongwu's shoulder, strode out of the study room, and followed the little maid to the backyard.

Liao Chongwu stood there in a daze, watching Zhong Ming'e's thin figure gradually disappear into the dark night, the hand that was tightly clenched was let go, and the palm of the hand that was scratched by the nails was dripping with blood. , but he couldn't feel the pain either. He stared blankly at the veil that fell to the ground, and then slapped himself hard on the face.

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In a lonely small courtyard, Liao Chongwu sat by the well, with a jar of Fen wine at his feet, an empty bowl in his hand, and a heavy cloak on his lap. Liao Chongwu gently stroked the cloak with his hands The cloak, just now, this cloak was still on Zhong Ming'e's body, and the strong smell of wine also contained his smell. Liao Chongwu put down the empty bowl in his hand, hugged the cloak in his arms, and died. Holding tightly, he buried his face in the cloak, sniffed deeply, and tried hard to distinguish Zhong Ming'e's smell from it. He usually smoked agarwood.

In fact, how could a military general like Liao Chongwu understand these fragrances, but he could tell the smell of agarwood. He had smelled it for thirteen years, and it had already penetrated into his bones...

After tonight, Zhong Ming'e will be a normal man, a son who will not disappoint Concubine Shu, and a prince who is capable of competing with the third prince. In the near future, the second prince and concubine will be born. Xia Lin'er, the second prince who has been married and barren for a long time can finally feel proud, and can stand upright in front of the third prince.

This is what he has always wanted to see, and this is what he as a subordinate hopes most for his master, but at this time, why is he so heartbroken?

When he looked up again, Liao Chongwu's eyes were slightly red. He picked up the wine jar and poured another large bowl of wine, and drank the bitter and spicy wine. He was so choked that he coughed for a long time. Not very tall, he became the prince's personal bodyguard when he was more than ten years old, and he has to be vigilant all the time. He has never touched a drop of alcohol, so when did he start drinking?

Liao Chongwu thought about the day when Zhong Ming'e came out of Yanxi Palace in a daze, the most proud and noble young man in the past leaned on his shoulder and twitched and cried. The third prince's mansion had good news. Undoubtedly fatal.

Liao Chongwu, what should I do? It was also such a dark night, Zhong Ming'e asked him with red eyes, Why is it so difficult? I thought I would be able to go much smoother without Zhong Mingwei, but why is it still so difficult?

In fact, he doesn't have to make it so difficult.

The third prince was arrogant and arrogant. Although he was born noble, he was not as pleasing as the second prince in front of the Long Live Lord, but so what? How could Long Live Lord appoint a prince who is nearly thirty years old but has never had a child as the crown prince?

Therefore, he really doesn't need to be so difficult, as long as he is willing to go to the backyard and accept the woman's flesh and suppleness.

That day, from the beginning to the end, Liao Chongwu didn't say a word, and let Zhong Ming'e pour out his distress in front of him. Later, Zhong Ming'e fell asleep with tears, and he sent Zhong Ming'e back to the room, and then he knocked on the door in the night. He walked through the door of the restaurant, and in the sleepy eyes of the waiter in the shop, he drank a whole jug of Fenjiu.

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Today, it is still such a dark night, and it is still a jar of Fenjiu to drink alone, but why is this wine so hard to swallow?

What is he doing again? At this time, are you listening to Mrs. Zou confide in her heart, or are you enjoying Mrs. Zou's style?

Liao Chongwu smiled bitterly, suddenly grabbed the wine jar, raised it to the top of his head and poured it down, the cold wine poured from head to feet, he was choking and trembling all over, but in this trembling, his mind was unprecedented It became clear.