The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Can we stop being so restless when we first come up? Why don't you leave me a pair of trousers? Zhong Mingwei looked hopeless, Even underpants are fine?

Hahaha! The next second, the bully master laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe.

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Jiasheng thirty-three years December twenty-sixth

capital.

Royal study.

Left Prime Minister Fang Zhonglian waited outside the imperial study for a long time before seeing the fourth prince Zhong Mingrong come out of the imperial study with red eyes.

I have met Mr. Zuo Xiang. Zhong Mingrongfu bowed and saluted as soon as he saw Fang Zhonglian.

Fang Zhiheng respected Fang Zhonglian very much. In the past, Fang Zhonglian often asked Fang Zhonglian to give advice on the homework of the princes. Later, after Fang Zhonglian became the left minister, he no longer had the time to give advice to the princes. Zhong Mingrong Being young, he has no chance to get advice from Fang Zhonglian, but he has always respected Fang Zhonglian as a gentleman, and always respects Fang Zhonglian when he sees Fang Zhonglian.

Although the imperial concubine died suddenly due to illness, the Fourth Highness should take good care of herself, Fang Zhonglian looked at Zhong Mingrong's obviously thinned cheeks and red eyes, and couldn't help sighing, while lowering his eyes. The voice said, The imperial concubine passed away early, and Long Live Lord must regret it. If you always look at His Highness's expression, I'm afraid it will hurt your heart.

Yes, thank you, Mr. Zuo Xiang, for your teaching. Zhong Mingrong bowed deeply to Fang Zhonglian.

Your Highness, get up quickly. Fang Zhonglian hurriedly stepped forward to help Zhong Mingrong up.

Master Zuo, Lord Long Live invites you in. Zhao Ruhai opened the curtain and said to Fang Zhonglian.

Then I won't waste Prime Minister Zuo's time. Zhong Mingrong said hastily, and then quickly retreated.

Looking at Zhong Mingrong's disappearing figure, Fang Zhonglian couldn't help but let out a sigh. The imperial concubine died suddenly. Although it was said that she died suddenly due to illness, it happened on the night of the little prince's death. If there is no connection, who can believe it? Rao Zhong Zhiheng cared about the faces of Zhong Mingzheng and Zhong Mingrong and didn't make it public, but whether it was the former court or the harem, which one didn't have a clear eye? What's more, on the second day after the imperial concubine's sudden death, her compatriot brother and right minister Zhao Changrong was sick and bedridden, and he still couldn't get out of bed. Just like that, Long Live Lord didn't even ask a question.

The sudden death of the imperial concubine sounded the death knell for the Zhao clan, but the fourth prince who was underage was wronged. With the presence of the concubine who slaughtered the prince, his future would definitely be implicated.

Left Prime Minister, please. Zhao Ruhai said again after sweeping the dust away.

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Royal study.

My minister kowtows to the Lord of Long Live! Long live my emperor, long live, long live! As soon as he entered the imperial study, Fang Zhonglian kowtowed in a hurry.

Left Prime Minister, please flatten yourself! Zhong Zhiheng stood up and helped Fang Zhonglian up, and while pulling Fang Zhonglian to sit down on the soft couch, he also sat down, It's cold, it shouldn't be I asked Prime Minister Zuo to walk around, but I know that Prime Minister Zuo has been worried about the situation in the northwest, so as soon as I got the news, I immediately sent someone to announce that Prime Minister Zuo had entered the palace.

Really? Fang Zhonglian was startled, then straightened his back and said hastily, Please show me, Lord Long Live.

Since King Pingxi left Beijing a month and a half ago, there has been no battle report from the Northwest. Fang Zhonglian was so concerned about the Northwest Battlefield day and night that he couldn't sleep at night.

Please take a look at the left. Zhong Zhiheng reached out and took a memorial from the table and handed it in front of Fang Zhonglian, Ping Xiwang's autographed memorial was sent over eight hundred li urgently, and it arrived this morning.

Fang Zhonglian tremblingly opened the thin memorial. As soon as he saw the words written inside, he was startled. He suddenly looked at Zhong Zhiheng, and then saw the complicated expression on Zhong Zhiheng's face. , the expression on his face was not much different from that of Zhong Zhiheng.