The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Royal study.

Zhong Zhiheng has been standing in front of the window for a long time. Since he came to the morning court today and received Ma Zhiming's report saying that the Anjun Wang and his wife entered the capital today, he has been restless until Zhao Ruhai came to report that the Anjun Wang and his wife had already left the palace gate. After the carriage, Zhong Zhiheng began to stand in front of the window, anxiously looking out of the window through the corner of the open window, watching him no longer so anxious, and gradually, a tormented heart calmed down When he got down, he just silently looked at the majestic palace city under the rising sun.

How long had it been since he had seen this majestic Miyagi so peacefully? He doesn't remember it anymore, it seems that he has never looked at it carefully, even though he was born and raised here, and spent most of his life here, speaking of it, this is his home, but at this time, he looked at it. Looking at the red walls and yellow tiles outside, the golden scales and armor on the eaves like flying dragons about to soar into the clouds, and the row of guards in silver armor holding steel knives in front of the main hall, for some reason, he said I can't get tired.

In the past, in order to become the master of this palace city, he cultivated a heart of stone, disregarding the relationship between father and son and siblings. Later, in order to secure this position, his heart became more and more cold and hard. In his eyes, How can there be any husband and wife father and son? He didn't think he was at fault, because in this palace city, there was never any true love, wouldn't even the people next to him plot against him? Isn't even his mother can ignore him? So no matter how vicious he is, it is justifiable. What's more, he is not uncommon to be understood. He is the emperor of ninety-five. die……

It's just that he also regrets it sometimes.

He stared blankly out of the window, until the child's face was gradually revealed on the stairs, and her eyebrows and eyes that were exactly the same as hers were revealed little by little. Zhong Zhiheng immediately took a deep breath, stared straight at the limping Zhong Mingwei walked up the stairs, his eyes fell on Zhong Mingwei's limping legs, his hands in his sleeves were clenched into fists suddenly, he felt that his eyes were full of moisture, he was so busy that he turned his head and wiped them indiscriminately. When she turned her face again, there was already a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl beside Zhong Mingwei. She stretched out her hand to support Zhong Mingwei, and she didn't know what to say, and both of them laughed, so frankly and clearly. , then the girl helped Zhong Mingwei up the steps step by step, and then, Zhao Ruhai greeted him, and then Zhong Zhiheng was so busy that he turned around and walked back, when he passed the portrait on the wall, he stopped, He reached out and took off the portrait of the woman, rolled it up gently, and put it behind the screen.

Long live, Prince An and his wife are here. Zhao Ruhai came in through the curtain and reported respectfully.

Xuan. Zhong Zhiheng said, when he said this, he had already sat behind the dragon case, and he had returned to be the aloof Ninth Five-Emperor.

Yes. Zhao Ruhai bowed and retreated in a hurry.

My son and his wife pay homage to the father, and respectfully greet the father! Zhong Mingwei took Meiya into the imperial study room, walked to the dragon case, knelt down with Meiya, kowtowed and said respectfully, My son never Sensible, I did many wrong things, and made my father angry. Every time I think about it, I feel regretful and remorseful. I am so grateful, I implore my father to punish me.

Okay, get back on your feet, Zhong Zhiheng looked at the two people kneeling side by side, and said in a deep voice, You are now a first-rank Anjun king, remember your identity, and you don't need to mention the past, give me a seat .”