The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Xu's family helped him ascend the throne, and he appointed Xu's daughter as the queen, Zhong Mingwei nodded, and said in a deep voice. After a pause, he shook his head again, No, there should be another one, to establish the emperor in the future. The heir is the crown prince.

Seeing that Zhong Mingwei's expression was not very good, Meiya stretched out her hand to hold Zhong Mingwei's drooping hand. The man's hand was a little cold, but her hand was very warm. She took the man's hand and put it on her lap, then pinched it repeatedly. Then, she watched Zhong Mingwei's mouth slightly raised, and she held her hand with a flip of her hand.

It's possible, Pang Yi nodded and said, When the princes seized the heir, Long Live Lord was not the most eye-catching one, and the former empress dowager obviously preferred King Pingxi, and King Pingxi was not yet an adult, so the former emperor put himself the most trusted What is the concept of this? You put your own life and death in the hands of King Pingxi, how do other princes compare with King Pingxi? As soon as he left the capital, the first emperor died violently. At that time, the Xu family was in a hurry, but they were not confused. Of course, they had to support the eldest prince who had Xu's flesh and blood to ascend the throne, but he just took the opportunity to raise some conditions with the first prince. As it should be.

That's right, so although my father has always disliked me, the queen mother has always told me not to worry. As expected, my father still made me the crown prince, Zhong Mingwei said in a deep voice, One is that he has ulterior motives and needs to rely on my help. Cleaning up all the old departments of King Pingxi in the court, and the second should be due to the pressure of the Xu family, but the Xu family did not expect that I, the prince, not only did not sit firmly, but was directly deposed by my father later. Speaking of this, Zhong Mingwei smiled sarcastically, But no matter what, the emperor's son has become the prince after all, and the father has fulfilled his promise to the Xu family in the past.

If this is the case, then King Pingxi's filial piety and intimacy to the Queen Mother and the Xu family are not as superficial, Pang Yi said, Missing the throne, coupled with the hatred of taking his wife, no wonder King Pingxi is so temperament Da, I haven’t returned to Beijing for more than 30 years, and it’s reasonable and reasonable to destroy Xu’s family as soon as I return to Beijing.”

That's right, he couldn't do anything to the emperor, so he vented the anger that had been simmering in his heart for more than thirty years on Xu's family. Gu Changlin said.

I think he hasn't fired up enough. Zhong Mingwei said slowly.

He didn't know what was the relationship between King Pingxi and the Yulin Army, and whether King Pingxi and Jinghui had any secret contacts. He just felt that this was far from the end, and that this was just the beginning.

Then what exactly does he want to do? Meiya looked bewildered, He wiped out all of Xu's family, isn't he reconciled? Do you want to make a bigger commotion?

I don't know, it's just my intuition. Zhong Mingwei shook his head, and drank the milk tea in front of Meiya.

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Jiasheng thirty-three years in September twenty.

Ning Guta.

Zhen Wei Zhai.

Kong Wenjie was sitting in the lobby on the first floor. He had already drank up a pot of tea. This was already the second pot of tea, and it seemed that it was about to bottom out. His own legs kept staring at the stairs not far away, with a restless expression on his face.

Yes, he has lived for thirty years, and he has never been so restless. If Fang Chengyin hadn't repeatedly told him to wait here and not to follow, he would have rushed forward long ago. Going around in a hurry here.

No, he can't wait like this any longer, he has to go up and have a look, even if Fang Chengyin gets angry, he has to go up and have a look.

Kong Wenjie drank all the tea in the cup in one breath, then stood up, but before taking a step, he watched a man and a woman go down the stairs, talking and laughing, Kong Wenjie was already dark The face immediately became darker.

Mr. Fu, I see that you like the jujube paste and yam cake here. After a while, I will order someone to deliver it to you. Fang Chengyin smiled and said to the young man beside him, Mr. Fu, what else do you have? If you like to eat, I will also have someone make it for you.

Miss Fang is too polite. Mr. Fu obviously felt very flattered, he stopped suddenly, and clasped his hands at Fang Chengyin, his mouth was almost grinning behind his ears, How can I thank Fu for that? Woolen cloth?