The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Long live Lord's mind is the most difficult to guess, who knows what kind of medicine he sells in the gourd? Pang Yi frowned, sipping his tea while looking at Zhong Mingwei, Master, which one do you think Long Live Lord prefers? The prince is the crown prince? Is it Prince Rong or King Huijun?

Isn't there another fourth prince? Zhong Mingwei said indifferently.

Why? Lord, do you think Long Live Lord prefers the Fourth Prince? Pang Yi was stunned immediately, But the Fourth Prince is only fourteen years old this year. It is said that the Fourth Prince is enshrined as a king. I am afraid that the Fourth Prince will grow older at this age. Going to the study every day to work hard, and he doesn't have any foundation in the court, so how could Long Live Lord pay attention to him?

I just said it casually, Zhong Mingwei shook his head and said, I just find it a little strange that no matter how much the princes fought each other and fought openly and secretly, it never affected the fourth prince. Growing up calmly, isn't it strange that this kind of calmness and even inconspicuousness appear on a prince? Besides, the fourth prince's background is not bad.

Hearing this, Pang Yi was startled for a moment, and then said: Perhaps Long Live Lord never chose the fourth prince as the candidate for the crown prince. The imperial concubine's thoughts have always been on Prince Rong, and she didn't care about him. The fourth prince will become the prince. I am the prince who has the least sense of presence and threat among the princes, so the fourth prince was able to grow up peacefully?

So, as I said, it's just a casual remark, Zhong Mingwei pulled his lips, smiled at Pang Yi, took a sip of tea, and said lightly, But I don't care who becomes the prince, as long as he If you don’t put your hand on my three-acre land, you don’t care about my business, otherwise, I’ll chop off his hand.”

Pang Yi looked at Zhong Mingwei's indifferent face, obviously without any expression, but he couldn't help but think of Zhong Mingwei from the past, that immobile and cold-blooded prince of the Eastern Palace. For a while, he just felt a little uncomfortable , but he can also understand Zhong Mingwei, because once he returns to the capital, he will become vicious, gentle and calm only belongs to Ninggu Pagoda, and the capital has always been a dragon's pond and a tiger's den to them.

Pang Yi, it's getting late, hurry up and accompany Sister An, when the two of them were thinking about their own matters, Meiya pushed the door in and pointed at the tray with candied dried fruits on the small table. While talking to Pang Yi, Sister An just drank the anti-fetal medicine, and she is complaining, so hurry up and take it over to coax Sister An.

Oh! Thank you, madam! Pang Yi was so busy that he trotted out with the tray.

Zhong Mingwei, look, am I a little different from usual? Meiya quickly walked up to Zhong Mingwei, raised her head to look at Zhong Mingwei, and kept turning her face while she said a little nervously, See Did you see it?

Zhong Mingwei looked at the girl's pink and jade-carved face, and finally his eyes fell on the girl's chin. The faint scar disappeared, and the white and small chin looked tight, but Zhong Mingwei was a little dazed.

Why are you so stupid? You haven't seen it for a long time? Meiya couldn't hold back her temper, raised her chin to Zhong Mingwei, and said happily, Sister An taught me to adjust the makeup, didn't you put it on? Are the scars covered tightly? Are they invisible at all? Hehe, I asked Sister An to make two small boxes for me, and I will just paint my face like this from now on!

It's good, I can't see it, Zhong Mingwei looked at the girl's happy eyes, and smiled along with his lips, but for some reason, he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and he stretched out his hand to pull the girl into his arms Li, let her sit on his lap, while holding her hand and said, Don't you like to put on makeup?