The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Pang Yi had been on the mountain for a whole day, and when A Chou finally went out, he hurriedly carried four big bundles over the wall and entered the small courtyard.

Who? Zhong Mingwei has always had excellent hearing, and he and Ah Chou were the only two people on this mountain, so when he heard the strange footsteps, Zhong Mingwei suddenly became vigilant, and he picked up the fire on the ground. Crossed, and before my waist straightened, I heard a Zhila, and the door had been pushed open from the outside.

Your Highness! Pang Yifu's eyes suddenly turned red when he saw Zhong Mingwei. The prince with a jade face and a tall and handsome face in the past was sitting slumped on the dirty earthen kang with steaming mouth. There was a big pot, a pile of firewood piled up at the door of the room, and his family's noble prince was wearing this half-new azure coat and was holding a fire fork in his hand.

Pang Yi, why are you here? Aren't you in southern Xinjiang? Zhong Mingwei was also taken aback, threw away the fire fork in his hand, and asked anxiously, Did the queen mother ask you to come?

Yes, this subordinate was ordered by the Queen Mother to come to Ninggu Pagoda to visit His Highness, Pang Yi took a deep breath in a hurry, suppressed his tears, and immediately put the four big burdens on his body on the ground , then knelt down on both knees, and kowtowed heavily to Zhong Mingwei three times. When he raised his head again, Pang Yi's eyes became even redder, Your Highness, I am late, and you have been wronged...

Why is Your Highness not His Highness? I'm just a common man now, Zhong Mingwei curled his lips mockingly, and while reaching out to pat Pang Yi's shoulder, he said, Sit down and have a good chat with me.

Yes, Pang Yi got up in a hurry, sat on the Kang in a hurry, stretched out his hand to hold Zhong Mingwei's hand, and said, I heard that His Highness was seriously injured in Nanjiang, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to recover in this life. , I didn't expect His Highness to recover so quickly, he must be blessed by the heavens, this subordinate is really sad and relieved.

What does it recover or not? It still can't get off the ground, Zhong Mingwei said indifferently, patted his legs, and said to Pang Yi with a calm face, There is nothing else, but these two legs are always like noodles. I can't use my strength, and I don't know if it's because I was tortured in the clan's mansion at that time.

How dare the people in the Clan Mansion use such a severe punishment on His Highness?! Pang Yi was shocked and angry, his eyes almost popped out, Although the Clan Mansion has the power to discipline the royal family, there are many It's just confinement and preaching, even if the punishment is real, it's just perfunctory, but how dare they really attack the sons and grandsons of phoenixes and dragons?!

It can be seen that they have received the oracle from the Lord Long Live. Zhong Mingwei said calmly.

How could Long live... Pang Yi frowned. He looked at Zhong Mingwei's calm expression, hesitated to speak, and finally opened his mouth, I know that Long live has always disliked His Highness, but His Highness It is the empress dowager who loves the eldest grandson the most, and it was New Year's Eve at that time, and the empress dowager was in the palace. Even if the long live god really wanted to punish his highness, he would not alarm the queen mother, so the subordinates thought that it was not the long live god's fault. mean.

You mean someone else? That's right, I'm such a target to be hated by people, I don't know how many people hate me over the years. Zhong Mingwei said slowly, propping himself up on his hands, climbing to the top of the kang, from He found two bowls on the stove, lifted the lid of the pot, scooped two bowls of tea from the cauldron, and handed one to Pang Yi.

Pang Yi looked at Zhong Mingwei's nimble movements, and then at the large coarse porcelain bowl in his hand, his nose suddenly felt sore. Drank it down.

The water here is delicious, isn't it? It's sweeter than the water in the capital. Zhong Mingwei watched as he drank the tea, and took a sip from the large porcelain bowl. The big bowl, and the gray wall behind it, actually looks like a pleasing picture of a young man drinking tea.