The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Zhong Ming'e said slowly: You don't believe it, I don't believe it, everyone doesn't believe it, but maybe there is a just in case...

What are you mumbling about? Liao Chongwu didn't hear clearly.

Oh, I mean, you made a mistake just now. Zhong Ming'e turned to look at Liao Chongwu.

What? What did I say wrong? Liao Chongwu was at a loss.

You said that my father loves me the most, Zhong Ming'e held his lips and said, The prince my father loves most has never been me.

Who is that? Liao Chongwu wondered. He tilted his head and thought for a while, then frowned and said, No, why do I feel that Long Live Lord always loves you the most.

It can be seen that you are not a discerning person. Zhong Ming'e raised his eyebrows, and smiled lightly, Fortunately, Prince Rong is not a discerning person, so this matter is easy to handle.

What on earth do you mean? Liao Chongwu was so confused that he couldn't understand a word.

You will understand, Zhong Ming'e said with a smile, rolling his bright eyes, and then smiled mockingly, Maybe you will understand tomorrow.

...

That night.

Anjun Palace.

The doctor from Renhuitang came to show Zhong Mingwei's leg injury. Actually, there was nothing interesting about it, but it was just a show. Zhong Mingwei sent him to the kitchen to make medicine. Gu Qingtong was very anxious when he heard that Zhong Mingwei's leg disease had relapsed. After Chen Qingxuan made dinner, she hurried over, seeing Zhong Mingwei sitting in the side room eating and drinking, she was relieved, and when she was about to leave the hospital, Zhong Mingwei stopped her: Miss Gu, wait a moment.

Master, what are your orders? Gu Qingtong turned around and walked over in a hurry.

I don't have any instructions, Zhong Mingwei said with a smile, pointing to the round stool in front of him and telling Gu Qingtong, Sit down.

Oh, thank you, sir. Gu Qingtong sat down, looking at Meiya and then at Zhong Mingwei a little at a loss.

It's nothing, Sister Qingtong, don't be so nervous, isn't there a palace exam tomorrow? Ming Wei and I are very worried about Mr. Chen, and we are afraid that if we go to ask him in person, Mr. Chen will also be nervous, so I'll leave you here to chatter, Meiya looked at Gu Qingtong's nervous face, explained with a busy smile, poured a cup of milk tea and brought it in front of Gu Qingtong, and said, Sister Qingtong, Mr. Chen these two days Are you ready?

He's pretty good by himself, but I'm actually quite nervous looking at him, his eyes are black and blue, he must have not slept well at night, Gu Qingtong smiled as he took the milk tea Said, After all, he is going to face the saint, he is nervous.

It's better to be nervous, Long Live Lord always likes people who are well-behaved and cautious, Zhong Mingwei nodded, and said in a slow voice, But there is no need to be too nervous, after all, his performance in the test is there, and getting into the top three is a certainty thing.

But if my cousin really enters the top three, I'm afraid it won't be easy to leave Beijing, right? Gu Qingtong said worriedly.

I'm just going to tell you this, Zhong Mingwei said, If Lord Long Live wants Mr. Chen to stay in the capital as an official, then I can't help it. I must be just an idle prince now, and Mr. Chen and I are also friends. If we know each other, it will be even harder for me to speak for Mr. Chen. However, don’t worry too much about you and Mr. Chen. Even if Mr. Chen is left in the capital, I will find a way to transfer Mr. Chen within a year. Go to Ninggu Tower.

Yes, my cousin and I don't have anything to worry about when you say that. Gu Qingtong let out a long breath, then lowered his head and whispered, Actually, to be honest, I...I don't really want to Back to Ninggu Pagoda, if my cousin goes back so soon, then I will have to stay in the capital alone. If my cousin can stay with me in the capital for one more year, I can feel more at ease in my heart, otherwise I will always I feel lost.