The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Silent for a while, Zhong Zhiheng stared at the lingering tea leaves in the cup, and then said to Zhao Ruhai in a deep voice: Tell Jiang Boren to go and check the details of Daoist Qingxu and Yong Optimism.

Yes, I obey. Zhao Ruhai was so busy that he bowed and retreated.

Siyao, is it really you? For a moment, Zhong Zhiheng was the only one left in the room. He got up slowly and came to the portrait. Sighing deeply, Siyao, since you still have concerns in your heart, why did you leave so decisively back then?

Gently stroked the face of the woman in the painting with his finger, and when he spoke again, Zhong Zhiheng's voice contained resentment that could not be concealed: Siyao, do you hate me for belittling Ming Wei ruthlessly, or are you blaming me for making up my mind? Do you want to trap Lao Qi in the capital? Or both? Siyao, why do you always favor them? Haven't I done enough?

Of course, I didn't get any reply, except for the biting cold wind outside.

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Pingxi Palace.

My lord, what did you say? Long live Lord doesn't want you to go back to the northwest, but wants to keep you in the capital? Meng Tan was astonished.

It's something I expected a long time ago, why do you need such virtue? Zhong Zhiling took off his cloak and threw it to Meng Tan, and said to Meng Tan, Now you can write to the princess, saying it's time.

Yes, this subordinate understands, Meng Tan nodded hurriedly, while hanging up Zhong Zhiling's cloak, scratched his head and said, Although we expected it early in the morning, we also made preparations early in the morning. However, the subordinates were quite surprised to hear this out of the blue.”

What's the surprise? He was eager to force me to hand over the military power in the Northwest early in the morning. I used to be fine if I didn't return to the capital, but now I've sent them to my door. How can he not take advantage of the fire? Zhong Zhiling said in a deep voice, He reached out to pour himself a cup of tea.

But Lord Long Live just cleaned up Xu's family and rectified the camp in the southern border. How long has it been? He is going to point his sword at the prince and the Northwest camp again. Isn't Lord Long Live afraid of causing trouble? Meng Tan frowned. eyebrow road.

He's afraid of trouble, so he's just talking about it now, Zhong Zhiling said slowly, but if the camp in southern Xinjiang is safe and sound, he shouldn't be just talking about it.

Why? Lord Long Live actually intends to use the Southern Xinjiang Camp to contain our Northwest Camp? Meng Tan suddenly laughed, Not to mention whether the Southern Border Camp can compare with our Northwest Army, just two big camps. The battalion travels thousands of miles, so what is the restraint?

It's not necessarily true. Our Northwest army can go south to make a surprise attack without making any noise, so we won't be happy that the southern Xinjiang camp will come north quietly? Zhong Zhiling took a sip of tea, and said slowly, And the Lord Long Live intends to send the Tibetans to the north. It is included in the scope of the southern Xinjiang camp, Cheng Xiangyang is likely to be the first Tibetan general, don't you know what Long Live Lord means?

If Tibet is really included in the Southern Xinjiang camp, it will really match up with our Northwest camp now. Meng Tan nodded and smiled sarcastically, But if the Lord Long Live knows that Chi Chongyuan And Cheng Xiangyang's identity, I'm afraid he will regret killing Xu Chengjin so easily.

He will regret it, and the regrets will come one after another, Zhong Zhiling suddenly remembered something, and looked at Meng Tan, And Meng Tan, let Jinghui add more fire, this matter I have to finish it before I go back to the Northwest.

Yes, Concubine Hui has been doing her best. Meng Tan said.

That's good. Anyway, Ming Wei needs to be protected, Zhong Zhiling said indifferently, while taking a sip of tea, he suddenly looked at Meng Tan, How is Qin Lv's side? You can ask for the recipe. Yet?

My lord, Qin Lu's old man is so stubborn that he even cut off one of Qin Chong's fingers and sent it to him, but he refused to say anything, Meng Tan said, pausing for a while. Lowering his voice, he said, My lord, do you think that Qin Lv really doesn't know the formula of Huanqing San?

He has been poisoned for twenty years, and he doesn't know the formula of Huanqingsan? I don't believe it, Zhong Zhiling curled his lips mockingly, and said in a cold voice, Is that child named Qin Chong dead? I don't care about life, I just want the formula.

Yes, this subordinate understands, Meng Tan said with a bow, This subordinate has already asked about it as soon as possible.

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