The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Xiao An is very sad, she hasn't seen Zhong Mingwei for many years, even though she married into the East Palace and became Zhong Mingwei's woman, but ever since she broke into Zhong Mingwei's study, she was ordered by the Crown Princess Ding to stop her feet and reflect. Since then, she has never seen Zhong Mingwei so closely. In her memory, Zhong Mingwei is not like this. He is handsome, bright-eyed, energetic, dignified and natural. How could it be so haggard? so sick? There are even fine and dense lines at the corners of the eyes?

how is this possible?

How could this be? !

But at this moment, in the suffocating smell of herbs in this room, there are indeed only her and Zhong Mingwei.

Your Highness... Xiao An choked up, her whole heart was sad beyond measure, but she couldn't tell what she was sad about, was it sad for what happened to Zhong Mingwei, or sad for those years that never came back? She didn't know, really didn't know.

Don't cry, Zhong Mingwei said slowly, taking the handkerchief and handing it to Xiao An, Get up, your knee hurts.

Yes. Xiao An responded with trepidation. She never knew that Zhong Mingwei was still so gentle, and said that she had heard wrongly. She was startled for a while, and then hurriedly took the handkerchief and crawled from the ground. up.

Sit down, Zhong Mingwei said slowly, while reaching for the teapot to pour tea, he glanced at Xiao An sitting on the edge of the Kang, Zhong Mingwei frowned suddenly, glanced at Xiao An, and said in a deep voice, Sit on the chair.

Yes, yes, yes. Xiao An was taken aback, and hurriedly got up and sat down on the chair. While trembling with fear, she felt that this was what Zhong Mingwei should look like.

I heard from Pang Yi that you came to Ninggu Pagoda because of the empress dowager's begging, saying that it was because I was willing to leave behind the wealth and prosperity of the capital. After pouring two cups of tea, Zhong Mingwei put down the teapot and looked at Xiao An, Yes Really?

Xiao An was taken aback, she really didn't expect Zhong Mingwei to say this to her, she was tongue-tied and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Is it really not necessary? Zhong Mingwei didn't expect her answer. He took a sip of his tea and continued to say calmly, The important thing is that you are my concubine, and you are in Ninggu Tower.

Your Highness, Your Highness... Xiao An's face was paper-colored, stammering, You... what do you mean?

Zhong Mingwei looked at her terrified face, and said expressionlessly: You don't need to know, and it's enough to know that you are mine.

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Jiasheng thirty-three years April twenty-eighth

capital.

Prince Rong's Mansion.

study.

Boom boom boom!

When Zhong Mingzheng was reading the official document, he heard the knock on the door from outside, and his originally stretched brows suddenly frowned. He put down the folder in his hand, raised his head to look at the carved door, and asked in a deep voice : What's the matter?

Ever since Da'an gave birth to his little son, his temperament has become much stronger, and he has punished Zhong Mingzheng's two concubines one after another before he was confinement. Zhong Mingzheng was very angry, but he cared about this precious little Shizi, he has been holding back and has not had an attack, but he has not entered the backyard for two days. Da'an knew that he was angry, so he was uneasy, so he sent people to invite him over every day. Zhong Mingzheng was so annoyed. There was a knock at the door, and he was worried that the Da'an family was messing with something again.

My lord, my subordinates have something important to report. Ling Shi'an lowered his voice and said outside the door.

Come in, Zhong Mingzheng breathed a sigh of relief, got up and walked out from behind the table, stretched his muscles and bones, then sat on the soft couch, poured a cup of tea in his hand, and looked up at Ling Shi'an, What's wrong? His face is so ugly.

My lord, news just came from the palace that Mr. Hui is happy! Ling Shi'an said in a hurry.

Zhong Mingzheng froze, and it took him a while to recover. While putting down the teacup in his hand, he said in a deep voice, Is the news reliable?

Reliable, Ling Shi'an nodded hastily, and added, Qin Lu first went to the Changchun Palace to ask Huigui for pulse, and then went directly to the Compassionate Palace instead of going back to the Grand Hospital. The little imperial physician saw with his own eyes that Qin Lu decocted anti-fetal medicine and sent it to Huigui, and Aunt Bi Qiao personally brought a lot of supplements to Changchun Palace.

Bang! The next second, Zhong Mingzheng slapped the small table heavily, and the shaking teacups and teapots rattled.