The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Zhong Mingwei looked at the tears in He Chengzhi's eyes, and suddenly remembered what He Chengzhi said to him in Ninggu Pagoda——

Back in the past, when a few lines of Zhu Zhu were written together in a memorial, my parents died, and my brothers and sisters died and scattered. I was the only one left alive in Ninggu Pagoda. I was not good at martial arts since I was young, but I still didn't dare to delay for a day, I worked hard from morning to night, and insisted on developing a solid skill, so that one day I could avenge my parents, brother and sister...

So, in order to get to the capital as soon as possible to check your sister's whereabouts, you gave up the opportunity to take part in the imperial examination, but took part in the martial arts? Zhong Mingwei said in a deep voice, looking up and down complicatedly at He Chengzhi. The idea was disappointing, but at this time there was nothing left. He suddenly had a deep understanding and sympathy for He Chengzhi's change.

Yes, Long Live Lord is wise, He Chengzhi was startled, then nodded, while wiping his wet eyes, he held his lips bitterly, To tell the truth, Long Live Lord, my subordinates have been influenced by their father since childhood, and they are obsessed with poetry and books. , I was dismissive of martial arts at first, but since I went to Ninggu Pagoda, my subordinates still abandon literature and follow martial arts. To be honest, even if a criminal like this subordinate is talented, he is absolutely worthless. There is no way out, so why do you still need to learn? Speaking of this, He Chengzhi hooked his lips in a self-deprecating manner, then paused and said, Although I think so, but all these years, my subordinates have never been able to really do it. He put down his poems and books, and later went to Chakhtu, where he was cultivated by General Chakhtu, and he was given a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity of amnesty from the Lord Long Live. His subordinates felt that they could finally abandon martial arts and follow literature, and there was always a chance to show their ambitions, Chuck General Tu is also willing to subsidize the expenses of his subordinates rushing to take the exam, but if his subordinates want to take the exam, they will not be able to come to the capital until the next year at the earliest. Having said this, He Chengzhi sighed deeply and shook his head. Shaking his head, he continued, But this subordinate can't wait to come to the capital to check on my sister's whereabouts. I don't know if my sister is still alive, but even if there is such a tiny bit of hope, this subordinate can't give up. , if my sister is still alive, how and how she survived these years, the subordinates dare not think about it...

Having said this, He Chengzhi couldn't speak any more, he covered his face with his hands tightly, his whole body twitched, and couldn't stop for a long time.

Yes, if my younger sister was still alive, how much suffering and suffering would she have endured these years, how would a four-year-old child learn to be a slave little by little under the palace wall, learn to lie down in front of nobles, To be a well-behaved and docile dog?

...

He Chengzhi couldn't think about it at all. All these years, what supported him to survive a little bit was nothing more than his parents' unrevenge, and his sister. Clean up, but what about my sister? Where is she?

He Chengzhi really couldn't wait any longer. He saw his son was four years old, and seeing his childish and childlike smiling face all day long, he was heartbroken. That year, his sister was only a little older , that little girl who talks like a baby and loves to be coquettish, was suddenly thrown into the palace as a slave, she...

Can she hold on and survive?

He Chengzhi couldn't bear it, compared to finding his sister, what was it that he was destined to part with Shiwen in this life? What are his ambitions and ambitions compared with his sister?

Therefore, he once again gave up his poems and books. After fifteen years, he returned to the capital again. opportunity to help.

Your sister was confiscated into the palace as a slave at the age of four? After a pause, Zhong Mingwei opened his mouth, but his voice was a little deep.