The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Oh, Chen Qingxuan turned over again, put one leg on the wall of the carriage, and reached out to stroke his messy hair. He is not usually a talkative person, but when he is drunk, he will stop talking. I... I don't have any hobbies. I just, I like reading books. I have liked reading since I was a child. I have no father or mother... I only have a big cabinet of books. When I put down the books, I feel so lonely. Actually, I don’t like reading very much, but I just don’t know what else I can do besides reading. I’m just a sour scholar. Kong, Kong Wenmin, you’re right! What a sour scholar! I... I can't even work in the fields, I can't even do grandma, I... I am ashamed, and... I am also afraid, afraid... I am afraid that without my grandma, I... How should I live, I am really I really, really want to meet someone who can, can accompany me, let me not be afraid, let me feel at ease...

When Kong Wenmin heard him talking intermittently, he felt more and more uncomfortable. He felt that Chen Qingxuan was not talking about himself, but him.

Yeah, really talking about him.

Since he lost his parents since he was a child, isn't he afraid or sad? But he can't, even if he is afraid and sad, he can't show it. He has a younger brother. Without his parents, he is the only support for his younger brother. A farmer's son, but now a ruthless character who is respected and even frightened. The hardships involved are countless and indescribable.

Most of the time, he is lonely. Facing his younger brother, who is clearer and more straightforward than him, he feels relieved, but also very lonely. That is not the loneliness that Kong Wenjie can understand and resolve for him, and his Tired of his vicissitudes, he never wanted to let Kong Wenjie know, but didn't he have weak moments? Is there no time when you want to find someone to talk to or rely on?

Of course there is, it's just... I've never met that person before.

...

I'm home, the carriage stopped steadily at the door of Chen Qingxuan's house. Kong Wenmin jumped out of the carriage and leaned into the carriage to look inside. He saw Chen Qingxuan was sleeping soundly. Maybe it was because of the heat, he stepped out. His face was covered with sweat, and the sweat steamed his face to be extremely white, his slightly dry mouth was slightly opened, there were soft snoring sounds from inside, and a line of glistening saliva flowed out, Kong Wenmin looked at him like this I couldn't help laughing, I only think that a scholar is well-dressed. I didn't expect that this is also a virtue when I drink too much.

Kong Wenmin took out a handkerchief and wiped Chen Qingxuan's face, then went to call the door, only to find that the door was locked, Kong Wenmin looked at the lock on the door, then looked back at the sleeping person in the carriage, paused , he turned around and got into the carriage again, and then drove the carriage away slowly.

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The tenth day of August in the thirty-three year period of Jiasheng.

capital.

Royal study.

After the morning court, Zhong Zhiheng left Prime Minister Left and Prime Minister Right together, and the Imperial Dining Room prepared breakfast and delivered it, Zhong Zhiheng gave them two to eat together.

Long live Lord, this time King Pingxi returned to Beijing. Within a few days, a major event happened in southern Xinjiang. Moreover, King Pingxi made preparations early in the morning and sent a hundred thousand troops to wait in the south of Qinghai. Long live Lord, here Is there something strange about your head? Right Prime Minister Zhao Changrong asked Zhong Zhiheng cautiously while taking a sip of the honey bean lily porridge in the bowl.

You mean that King Pingxi's return to Beijing this time is not for the Queen Mother's birthday, but for Xu Chengjin? Zhong Zhiheng looked at Zhao Changrong, and while eating ginger fish slices slowly, he wiped it with a handkerchief. Wipe your mouth.

Yes, I do have this concern, Zhao Changrong looked at Zhong Zhiheng's face, and said carefully, After all, King Pingxi is not an ordinary minister. He holds 300,000 Northwest troops in his hand. If King Pingxi easily mobilizes 100,000 or even Doesn’t the hundreds of thousands of troops disregard the safety of the frontier? Please also ask the Lord Long Live to learn from you.”

What selfish interests? Zhong Zhiheng looked at Zhao Changrong and said calmly, Is Xu Chengjin wronged? Or was King Pingxi forcing him to swallow the eleven tribes?

Zhao Changrong suddenly heard a thump in his heart, got up in a hurry, knelt on his knees and said, Yes, what Long Live Lord said is very true, it's because I didn't think carefully.

I don't blame you at all. This time, King Pingxi is really so enthusiastic about the matter in southern Xinjiang, Zhong Zhiheng said slowly, while looking at Prime Minister Zuo, Prince Zuo, what do you think of King Pingxi's actions this time? Woolen cloth?