The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Yes, he is finally free. His kite has always longed for freedom, longing for him and Liao Chongwu to have a stable and comfortable home, but he can't fly away from this imperial city, because his kite line has always been fastened. It is firmly held in the hands of others, his mother and concubine, Cui's family, Zou's family, and his father are all clinging to the kite string so tightly, he dare not and can't struggle, just like that Let them hang the kite half-hung in the air by the string, and put on their satisfied posture, it's not that he is not tired, it's not that he doesn't feel tired, but what can he do? He is a son, he is a courtier, this is a fact that he can never change.

Now, the kite string is finally broken, even in an unexpected and even unacceptable way of humiliation, but the kite string that has been tied to him for a long time is finally broken, and he can finally go to the dream he has always dreamed of. The piece of free sky...

Together with his beloved Liao Chongwu.

Therefore, no matter how humiliated and ashamed he was to his father, queen, mother and concubine, he was still happy from the bottom of his heart.

Ming'e, Liao Chongwu said softly, through the dark green curtain, he sent each word to Zhong Ming'e's ear gently, From now on, your kite string will be held in my hand, My kite string is in your hand, okay?

Okay. After a while, a slightly hoarse laughter came from inside the sedan chair, Liao Chongwu, don't let go of any of us.

Yes, we will hold on to it until we die. Liao Chongwu said softly. When he said this, the eyes of the thirty-year-old man were slightly wet.

Brother Liao, Gao Zhiqi rode over and rode head-to-head with Liao Chongwu, while looking at the left front with complicated eyes, he whispered to Liao Chongwu, Do you really want to give those things to King An?

Of course I have to. Liao Chongwu also looked in the direction of the Prince An's Mansion, squinting his eyes and said, Someone has to clean up Prince Rong.

But... Gao Zhiqi gritted his teeth, frowned for a long time and said in a low voice, How could Lord Long Live appoint a crippled prince? What's more, King An used to have a bad record and entered the clan's mansion again? Besides, there are such good Prince Rong and the Fourth Prince, how could it not be Prince An's turn? This is really unbelievable.

In the past, Lord Long Live would definitely not make the Prince of Anjun the crown prince, but now I'm afraid it may not be the case, Liao Chongwu said slowly, paused, and turned to Gao Zhiqi, who was full of question marks, while stretching out his hand He patted Gao Zhiqi on the shoulder and said with a smile, You will know soon.

...

outside the city.

Shili Pavilion.

Prince Rong Zhong Mingzheng has been waiting in Shili Pavilion for quite a while, and a table of sumptuous food and drink has been set up in Shili Pavilion. Zhong Mingzheng is sitting on the stone bench, holding a chopstick in one hand while gently tapping the wine cup while humming. He chirped and sang: I was looking at the mountain scenery from the tower, and I heard the commotion outside the city. The flags were flying, but it turned out to be soldiers sent by Sima...

Your Highness, King Hui's convoy is here. Ling Shi'an bowed to Zhong Mingzheng.

Really? Zhong Mingzheng put down the chopsticks in his hand when he heard the words, stood up and looked down the mountain, and sure enough, he saw a group of people driving slowly towards this side, the leader was Zhong Ming'e's personal bodyguard Gao Zhiqi, Zhong Mingzheng picked He raised his eyebrows, and said to Ling Shi'an, Since we're here, why don't you hurry up and invite him?

Yes, this subordinate obeys. At that moment, Ling Shi'an quickly ran down the mountain.

Zhong Mingzheng watched Ling Shian walk to the front of the motorcade condescendingly, and said something to Gao Zhiqi, then Gao Zhiqi raised his hand, causing the crowd to stop, then Gao Zhiqi got off his horse and walked to the front of the sedan chair, facing each other through the sedan chair. The man bowed to report, and then stepped forward to open the sedan chair curtain, and Zhong Ming'e came out of the sedan chair with a bent waist. While looking up the mountain, he followed Ling Shi'an up the mountain. With a slight wave of his hand, Gao Zhiqi stopped and stood where he was, and then Zhong Ming'e followed Ling Shian up the mountain road.