The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Long live! The concubine is guilty! It is indeed the concubine who killed the fourth prince! Suddenly, Concubine Hui cut off Zhong Mingwei's words. She raised her head and looked at Zhong Zhiheng with blood-red eyes, with undisguised unwillingness and anger. That bitch killed the concubine's son, and the concubine only wanted to eat her flesh and drink her blood! The concubine's son died, but the son of that bitch was favored by the Lord Long Live, maybe the Lord Long Live The sky is going to help the Fourth Prince to the throne! Why?! The concubine’s child died tragically in her hands, but her son wants to rule the world! The concubine is not reconciled! I am not reconciled!”

You are presumptuous!

Zhong Zhiheng said furiously, and slapped Concubine Hui's face so hard that Concubine Hui collapsed on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Father! Zhong Mingwei knelt down on the ground with a plop, and said anxiously, Father! Calm down, no matter how angry you are, don't anger the body of the dragon. Besides... the case of the fourth brother's murder still remains What a strange thing, my son thinks it should be...

What's so strange! This bitch admitted it with red lips and white teeth! Zhong Zhiheng shouted angrily, staring at Zhong Mingwei, Go back! You have nothing to do here!

Father! Zhong Mingwei looked flustered. He looked at Concubine Hui who was lying on the ground and couldn't move for a long time, and then at Zhong Zhiheng, his face was ugly as hell, Father, son...

Your Highness, the imperial physician is in the outer hall. You can come here to ask for the pulse of Lord Long Live, so you don't have to worry about it, Zhao Ruhai stepped forward, helped Zhong Mingwei up, and whispered in his ear, Your Highness, the county The princess is still waiting for you to go back.

Farewell, son. When he spoke again, Zhong Mingwei's face had recovered, he bowed deeply to Zhong Zhiheng, then bowed and retreated.

Most of Concubine Hui's face was swollen, and her ears and brain were buzzing. She turned her face sideways with difficulty, and watched Zhong Mingwei retreat. She couldn't help raising her eyebrows, and smiled. With her face pressed against the cold ground, she was indescribably comfortable, but she didn't have more time to crave for this kind of comfort. She put her hands on the ground, struggled to get up, and then crawled up to Zhong Zhiheng like a dog.

Long Live Lord, I know I'm wrong! I know I'm wrong... She hugged Zhong Zhiheng's leg with both hands, and sobbed again, I'm over thirty years old, and I've worked so hard that it's not easy. I just got a son, but she died tragically at the hands of her before the full moon. How can the concubine not feel uncomfortable and not go crazy? Long live the lord, the concubine can't bear it anymore, watching the fourth prince in front of you all day long Smiling at Yanyan, seeing him playing chess with you, eating and chatting, the concubine thought, if the concubine's little prince was still there, would you, Long live Lord, love the concubine's son as much as the fourth prince? ... But there is no chance! There will never be a chance! Concubine Hui raised her head, her eyes were so red and swollen with tears that she could barely open them, but the tears that flowed from the swollen gap were so violent, So sad, Long live Lord, my concubine is thirty-four years old, I am afraid that I will never have children in this life, so the little prince is the only son of this concubine in this life, long live my lord, my concubine... I can't be a mother anymore, Lord Long Live, the concubine knows that the fourth prince is innocent, but the concubine can't help but resent him, obviously the Lord Long Live has given the imperial concubine to death to avenge the little prince, but the concubine still insists If it’s not enough, my concubine can dream of the little prince every night, dreaming of him crying, dreaming of him laughing, Lord Long Live, my concubine is going crazy!”

A head of messy and soft hair hangs down to the ground like that, and the softness that he speaks is pitiful. Zhong Zhiheng looked at the heartbroken woman kneeling in front of him, and felt chills in his heart.