The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Long live Lord is right, Fang Zhonglian said, pausing for a while before pondering, From this point of view, the Zhao family must be destroyed.

Zhong Zhiheng didn't speak, just looked down at the translucent green jade finger on his thumb, and said slowly after a long while: Since King Pingxi has made up his mind to be the son-in-law of the Turkic people, King An is also peacefully living in Ning The ancient pagoda is here, so it's time for us to mention the old things.

Fang Zhonglian was stunned, and then whispered: Long Live Lord means... is to bring up the 20-year-old case again?

The 20-year-old case was initiated by Zhao Changrong. After so many years, it can be regarded as ending by him. Zhong Zhiheng said with a sneer.

Yes, Lord Long Live is wise. Fang Zhonglian got up and bowed deeply to Zhong Zhiheng.

...

Prince Rong's Mansion.

study.

Since the morning court, when he returned to the palace, Zhong Mingzheng locked himself in the study, and then drank one cup after another. This is how he came here for the past few days. When he came back from the court, he got himself completely drunk, and then Sleeping in the dark, he entered the palace the next day smelling of alcohol all over his body. He knew that Zhong Zhiheng must have something against him, and that Zhong Ming'e must be watching his jokes, but he just couldn't help it. Suddenly died suddenly, and was given the notoriety of slaughtering the prince, what could he think? What can I do? Is it possible to question Zhong Zhiheng?

He couldn't, so he could only hide in his mansion like this, drinking himself cup after cup.

That's right, what a coward, his own mother died for no reason, and he, a son, dare not even fart! He didn't even dare to cry, so he could only indulge in alcohol to paralyze himself in his own one-acre land. Could there be someone more useless than him?

My lord, you can't drink any more! My lord! Stop it! Da'an heard that Zhong Mingzheng was drinking again, and rushed over from the front yard in a hurry. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Zhong Mingzheng sitting on the ground, holding his hand. Holding the jug and the wine glass in one hand, don't worry too much at the moment, pour a cup of tea in a hurry, then walk over and hand it in front of Zhong Mingzheng, frowning and saying, My lord, I know, the emperor The imperial concubine died suddenly, you must be depressed, but if you go on like this, the father will be angry, and when the time comes, the father will definitely punish you...

Get out! Zhong Mingzheng roared, pushing Da'an's to the ground, ignoring that the hot tea was poured on Da'an's face, Zhong Mingzheng supported the soft couch, and stood slanting across the ground Get up, looking at Da'an who was covering his face and screaming on the ground, the more he looked at him, the more disgusted he became, he raised his foot and kicked it fiercely, cursing continuously, You Bitch! How dare you ignore the king and the concubine mother! Do you rely on the support of the emperor?! Oh, it’s not a day or two that the king tolerates you! You are born in front of the king Come on, that's good! I will give you a good time today! It will save you from showing off in front of this king in the future!

Ah! Help! Help! My lord! Stop! Stop! Da'an rolled on the ground to avoid Zhong Mingzheng's punches and kicks, but how could she, a woman, defeat a drunk man? Seeing that she had climbed to the corner of the wall and there was no way to escape, Da'an stood up with her back leaning against the wall, and looked in horror at the man who was stumbling towards her step by step. She stared helplessly at Zhong Mingzheng. Stopping in front of him, he raised the jug in his hand high, and was about to smash it down on his head...

boom!

With a dull sound, the jug in Zhong Mingzheng's hand fell on the carpet, rolled a few times, and the wine wet the carpet, and then, Zhong Mingzheng fell backwards violently to the ground .

Da'an stared and panted heavily, and it took her a long time to come back to her senses. She looked at the man lying in front of her in horror, and at the pomegranate-wrapped gold silk bead inserted into his chest. Soft, sat on the ground with a plop.