The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Zhong Mingwei also looked at that place. Pang Yi told him that there was going to be a rockery and a pond to raise fish there, but at this time, hearing what Meiya said, how could Zhong Mingwei disagree? Immediately nodded and said: Success, then set up a swing.

I've always wanted to have a swing. I never sat on it when I was a child. There is one in the Palace of Yanxi Palace, but it's the fourth prince's swing. How dare I touch it? But I haven't seen the fourth prince swinging a few times. I'm so hungry, Meiya was a little excited, and turned her red face to Zhong Mingwei, Zhong Mingwei, the swing is set up, you can play with me!

Me? I'm so old, where can I play on the swing? Zhong Mingwei laughed dumbfounded.

Meiya insisted: Why can't you play? Who stipulated that men at the age of 33 can't play on the swing? Besides, you must have never played on the swing when you were young, and you must have wanted to play very much before!

Zhong Mingwei was startled, then nodded: Okay, let's play together then.

Yes, no matter how old people are, they also have childhood, and there are also ages when Baba misses playing. It's just that he is different from the fourth prince, he was born to be loved, so there is no shortage of such things. In his childhood, there was no swing, There is no fun, only endless schoolwork, and trembling when facing the father and queen.

It's not just the two of us playing, there will be dolls at that time, our family will play together, Meiya said while laughing non-stop, while pinching Zhong Mingwei's hand, When the time comes, let's line up to play, I am behind the doll, and you are behind me, and we have to wait for our mothers to have a good time before we can take your turn.

Zhong Mingwei looked at the open space in front of him without blinking, as if he had already seen the scene of Meiya and the two little dolls queuing up to play on the swing, and seemed to have heard their giggle laughter, just such a beautiful scene In the picture, but there is no figure of him...

Zhong Mingwei's face became more and more ugly, and he couldn't stand anymore. His body swayed, and then he was supported by Meiya.

Are you feeling uncomfortable again? Meiya looked at Zhong Mingwei worriedly, Why don't I help you into the room to rest for a while, Pang Yi said that the house has been tidied up and you can live in directly.

It's okay, Zhong Mingwei managed to force out a smile, and said softly to Meiya, Let's see, what else do you like, let me tell you all today, so that I can add everything to you.

It's not like there's no tomorrow, so what are you rushing for? Meiya was a little unhappy, she was worried that Zhong Mingwei's body would not be able to bear it, after all, the yard was too big, and it would take a lot of effort to walk from front to back, Zhong Mingwei's The legs are naturally tired.

Be obedient! Zhong Mingwei's face darkened.

Got it! Got it! Meiya muttered impatiently, helping Zhong Mingwei up the corridor.

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Jiasheng Thirty-three Years April 20th

capital

Prince Rong's Mansion.

After tossing and tossing for a whole night, Princess Rong Da'an gave birth to a young son in the early morning of this day. This is also the eldest grandson of the Lord Long Live. Confess Zhao Guifei as imperial concubine, and choose a good day to perform the conferring ceremony.

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the next day.

Prince Rong's Mansion.

That night.

In a simple and cramped room in the side courtyard, Prince Rong Zhong Mingzheng sat on the grand master's chair, holding a blue and white porcelain teacup in his hand, sipping tea slowly, and kneeling at his feet was a trembling middle-aged man, maybe he was kneeling. It's been too long, the man's body is a little unstable, tottering, as if he could pass out at any time.

What? Haven't figured it out yet? Zhong Mingzheng drank half a cup of tea without taking a sip. Zhong Mingzheng put the teacup back on the small table, and then his eyes fell on the man, looking at his pale cheeks , with disheveled hair, seemed very satisfied, Zhong Mingzheng sighed softly, and continued to speak slowly, If you don't go on the broad road, you have to go all the way to the dark, tsk tsk tsk, how can there be such a stubborn person in this world? What about the soulless people?

My lord loves me so much, I don't dare to refuse, but... The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, and he didn't know what terrible thing had come to his mind. He looked at Zhong Mingzheng in horror and said with a look on his face. , and then hastily kowtowed, I really dare not betray Jin Yiwei! Please be merciful, my lord! Let me die!

Want to die? Zhong Mingzheng looked sneering and contemptuous, raised his leg and lightly kicked the man's face, and said coldly, Since two months ago, your life has been my king's, you want to die? Then you have to ask the king if he agrees or not.