The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

August 20th, the thirty-second year of Jiasheng

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Yanxi Palace.

The bitch hasn't come out of the Qianqing Palace yet? Zhao Guifei sat in front of the dressing table, staring coldly at her own reflection in the bronze mirror.

Concubine Zhao is not young anymore. After all, the third prince Zhong Mingzheng is already twenty-two years old now. As a mother, she will be thirty-nine years old after the new year. The cardamom girl, especially this pair of eyes that have been through the vicissitudes of time, and at this moment, these eyes are full of weather, just staring at herself in the mirror, with a strong sense of hostility and viciousness .

Yes, that Hui...Hui Chang is here, since he entered Qianqing Palace last night, he hasn't come out yet, the personal maid said cautiously, her hand trembling slightly as she held the red jade drop bead and phoenix head Jinbuyao, Her teeth chattered slightly, and it took a long time before she continued, Your Majesty, please let this servant dress you up.

Slap!

In the next second, Concubine Zhao suddenly swept all the grease jewelry on the dressing table to the ground. Amidst the crackling sound, all the palace servants in the palace suddenly knelt down, their faces pressed to the ground, not even daring to breathe. asthma.

Your Majesty, calm down! Your Majesty, calm down!

Get out! Get out! Get out of here! Concubine Zhao roared hysterically.

Yes, I will leave my servant! I will leave my servant! A group of palace servants hurriedly staggered and crawled out.

When the third prince Zhong Mingzheng came, he just caught up with a group of palace people kneeling tremblingly outside the palace, Zhong Mingzheng's face darkened immediately: What's the matter?

Third Highness, you are finally here! Concubine Zhao's personal maid hurriedly greeted her, led the third prince to the corridor, and whispered to Zhong Mingzheng, Because the newly favored Hui Chang is here, the empress gave birth It's hot!

Is that the maid who served in the Palace of Compassion and Peace? Zhong Mingzheng frowned. He has always been able to hear and see everything in the palace. It took only three short days, and now everyone in the whole palace knows that Hui Chang is beautiful and fragrant, and Zhong Mingzheng knows nothing about it. At that moment, Zhong Mingzheng snorted coldly, Why is this bitch? Offended the concubine?

Hui Changzai didn't provoke the empress, but the Lord Long Live recruited that Hui Changzai to sleep with him for several days in a row. So far, that Huichangzai hasn't come out of the Qianqing Palace yet, the personal maid murmured softly, He lowered his voice, I heard that Lord Long Live loves that Hui Changzai very much, my lady...

Enough! Zhong Mingzheng interrupted the personal maid in a cold voice, paused, then frowned and said to the maid, Take everyone down, if today's matter dares to spread...

Your servant dare not! Please rest assured, Your Highness. The personal servant kowtowed hurriedly.

Okay, let's go, Zhong Mingzheng said in a deep voice, walking towards the main hall while lifting his feet, suddenly stopped his feet, and said to the maidservant, Go and make a bowl of soothing soup for your mother.

Yes, servant girl obeys. The servant girl hurriedly bowed and stepped back.

When Zhong Mingzheng entered, Concubine Zhao Gui was still sitting in front of the dressing table, but her back was no longer as straight as before. At this time, she bowed slightly, staring at the woman in the bronze mirror, looking at the woman who had never A woman who puts on makeup and hasn't even washed her face. The more she looks at it, the more she feels that her face is unkempt and aging. She looks at the haggard woman in the mirror in disbelief. After finding a charcoal pencil, she was too busy to draw her eyebrows in front of the mirror, but her fingers trembled so badly, how could she draw well? So she became even more anxious, rubbing her hands indiscriminately, and then started drawing again. After a while, half of her face was gray, but she was still drawing over and over again, as if in a daze.

Mother Concubine! Zhong Mingzheng stood at the door and watched for a long time, only to be terrified again, and hurried forward to snatch the charcoal pencil from Zhao Guifei's hand, Mother Concubine, what are you doing? !