The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Yes, I obey. Fang Zuotang said hastily.

When he said this, Fang Zuotang was very surprised. He knew Meiya's true identity. He was just a rough girl in the past. Now, although he was lucky enough to become Zhong Mingwei's wife, after all, his background was left there. Besides, even if he was from a wealthy family How about it, lady? Don't you have to avoid it when the old men are talking about serious business? But Zhong Mingwei didn't have the slightest intention to let her avoid it, which was really shocking. Fang Zuotang didn't realize until now that Zhong Mingwei really married this ugly girl out of true love.

It's like this. A while ago, didn't the Lord go to the capital to report the death of Duan's daughter and Xiao'an? Now the capital has a reply, Fang Zuotang said, taking a copy from Kong Wenmin's hand The letter was handed to Zhong Mingwei with both hands, Please take a look.

As soon as Zhong Mingwei looked at the seal on the letter, he frowned immediately. While opening the letter, he frowned and said, Why is it a reply letter from the Ministry of Punishment?

That's right, it's just that two women died, so it's enough to report to the capital, at most, a letter from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, why did the Ministry of punishment be alarmed?

Yeah, I also thought it was weird, so I sent it to my master personally, Fang Zuotang said, watching Zhong Mingwei's brows become more and more wrinkled, and he felt more and more worried. After Zhong Mingwei finished reading the letter Afterwards, Fang Zuotang hurriedly asked, What's the matter? What does the Ministry of Punishment mean?

Is Zou Shijie the current minister of the Ministry of Punishment? Zhong Mingwei didn't answer, but asked Fang Zuotang with a frown.

Yes, the former Shangshu Yan of the Ministry of Criminal Justice returned home, and the grace of the Long Live God made Zou Shijie, the left servant of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, to be the Minister of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, Fang Zuotang said, looking at Zhong Mingwei's expressionless face, and then asked, Master, what's wrong with this? OK?

It's no wonder that the Ministry of Criminal Justice wants to find fault with An's family. Zhong Mingwei nodded, and while placing the letter on the stone table, he looked sideways at Pang Yi, On the way to escort An's to Ninggu Pagoda, you met Assassin, right?

Yes, the assassin was obviously sent by the nobleman of the capital, so in order to wake up the nobleman who was stunned by the screwdriver, his subordinates killed the assassin and threw his body into the county yamen. As soon as I arrived at Ninggu Pagoda, I reported it to my master, Pang Yi said, while carefully asking, Is there anything wrong with this?

There was nothing wrong with what you did at the time, to avoid the endless pursuit along the way, but Zou Shijie had a sharp eye, and he guessed that the assassin was sent by An Zishang, but he and Huijun Wang was able to hold back his temper, but he concealed it without saying anything at that time, Zhong Mingwei said slowly, and while clicking on the secret letter on the table, he said, Now, the old Shang Shufu of Yan As soon as they retired and returned home, they hurriedly brought up the old things again.

What are they going to do? Meiya didn't understand very well, but she knew that someone was going to make a fuss about Xiao An's death, and immediately became a little anxious, Taking a woman as a fuss is still a dead woman. What can they gain from it?

Of course there are benefits, I'm afraid it's not a lot, Zhong Mingwei said slowly, If something happens to An's family, it will naturally affect Prince Rong's mansion, and if something happens to Prince Rong's mansion, Zhao's family Naturally, the emperor and concubine can't run away, as the saying goes, if one prospers, one prospers, one loses all.

My lord is right, Fang Zuotang nodded hurriedly, Concubine Cheng Zishu and the imperial concubine are having a lot of trouble, and Prince Rong's mansion and Prince Huijun's mansion are also very lively.

What happened? Zhong Mingwei asked, taking a sip of his tea.