The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Long Live Lord! Zhao suddenly called out in a low voice. She was really anxious. She wanted to take this opportunity to divorce Da'an, but she didn't know that Zhong Zhiheng was merciful. She was naturally a little anxious. Zhong Zhiheng cast a lukewarm gaze, but she didn't dare to say anything, paused, and then continued to whisper, Master Zhao is still waiting.

Zhong Zhiheng looked at Zhao Xuantong who had been kneeling on the ground with a pale face after hearing the words, and said in a calm tone: It doesn't matter if Zhao Xuantong is a goddaughter, and he will also be fined for three years.

As soon as Zhong Zhiheng's words fell, everyone in the room was stunned, especially Zhao Xuantong's face became paler, his lips trembled violently, as if he wanted to distinguish a few words for himself, but he still didn't speak, and kowtowed immediately Said: My minister obeyed, thank you for your kindness.

Okay, let's all go down, Zhong Zhiheng said indifferently, while getting up and walking in front of Zhong Mingzheng, raised his foot to kick him, and said coldly, Just kneel like this.

Yes, I obey. Zhong Mingzheng kowtowed hurriedly.

At that moment, everyone left the imperial study room with different thoughts, and for a while, only Zhong Zhiheng and Zhong Mingzheng were left in the room.

Mingzheng, why do you think I wanted to abolish the crown prince? Zhong Zhiheng walked to the dragon case and sat down, took a memorial and opened it, and opened his mouth lightly.

Returning to the emperor's words, it is really disrespectful for the abolished prince to be rude in front of the emperor after drinking. Zhong Mingzheng was startled, and then carefully worded, And the abolished prince has a bad record in the past...

Smugness? Zhong Zhiheng sneered, and looked up at Zhong Mingwei, Why is he so bad? Can he compare to you?

Father, calm down! Zhong Mingzheng was startled, he didn't know what Zhong Zhiheng meant, but he also knew that Zhong Zhiheng was angry.

Mingzheng, you are not a fool, so don't follow the old path of abolishing the prince, Zhong Zhiheng said lightly, closing the memorial, Remember at any time, you are my prince, You are the descendant of the phoenix, the Zhao family is your slave after all, you must not let the slave get on your face, is it clear?

Yes, my son understands. Zhong Mingzheng hurriedly kowtowed, he finally understood what Zhong Zhiheng meant, he and the imperial concubine were dissatisfied with the An family, so naturally they wanted to marry another family, and the Zhao family was naturally The first choice, if you can get closer, the Zhao family will naturally go all out to help him ascend to the throne, so all the girls from the Zhao family selected by the imperial concubine live in his outer house, what does it mean? He knew it well, but seeing Zhong Zhiheng's reaction now, he just felt that a basin of cold water had been poured on his head.

Zhong Zhiheng couldn't even tolerate Xu's family, so how could he tolerate Zhao's family who kept their eyes on the prince and the harem all the time?

He was really confused.

...

The first day of October in the 33rd year of Jiasheng

Winter Clothes Festival.

Ning Guta.

Nanshan Bieyuan.

Zhong Mingwei never dreamed that he would meet Ding Yunwen in Ninggu Pagoda on such a day.

Gu Changlin has been a little abnormal these two days, the old man who used to like to stay at home drinking a little wine and singing a little song, but these two days always like to run outside.

Ming Wei, Mr. Gu went out again. When Meiya came back from the front yard, her complexion was not very good. She took off her heavy cotton coat and complained to Zhong Mingwei, It's snowing today, and the ground is slippery. Now, I don't know where he went again.

It has been winter in Ningguta since September, and it started to snow today.

Don't worry about him, he's not a child anymore, he knows what's in his mind, Zhong Mingwei took Meiya's cotton padded coat, and hurriedly handed over a cup of steaming longan red date tea, Drink it soon body.

This year's snow fell early, last year it was late. Meiya took the tea and took a sip. The tea had a sweet taste of red dates. She looked at Zhong Mingwei with a smile, Do you still remember the first snow last year? ?”

Do you remember? Zhong Mingwei also held a cup of tea, squinted at Meiya, and smiled, When the first snow fell last year, my little girl helped me out to enjoy the snow, and then asked me if I could Marry her, hehe, I remember clearly.