The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Ming Wei, I... Will we be in danger? Meiya was in Zhong Mingwei's arms for a long time, and then she was shocked, and she raised her head to ask Zhong Mingwei.

No, Zhong Mingwei kissed her forehead, and said in a deep voice, I will tell Pang Yi to call the brothers from southern Xinjiang into the mansion, just as the Imperial Forest Army has withdrawn, they also have a reason to come into the mansion.

Yes, yes, let them come in quickly, Meiya nodded hastily, After all, Chi Zhongyuan has been your confidant for many years, and only with his people guarding our house can we feel at ease.

It's not his people, it's our people, Zhong Mingwei said softly, holding Meiya's face while saying, Our people guard our home, so we don't have to be afraid.

Ming Wei, are you going to... Meiya's eyelashes trembled violently, her big eyes stared at the man's sharp face without blinking, You want to make a comeback?

If we are doomed to be unable to escape, then let's give it a go. Zhong Mingwei's voice was still so soft, and the corner of his mouth raised a gentle arc, Zhong Meiya, are you willing to accompany your Mr. Zhong to make a comeback?

The originally timid eyes suddenly became brighter, and Meiya also smiled: Then can I do any good?

Of course. Zhong Mingwei's smile deepened, You accompany me to make a comeback, and I will send your mother to the world.

Sure, then it's a deal! Meiya nodded loudly, and patted the man's thigh vigorously with her little hand. It looked as if she had agreed to buy a bunch of candied haws.

Master, when will you enter the palace? Pang Yi hurried over from the front yard.

The fourth prince died, and the Long Live Lord passed out. For such a big event, Zhong Mingwei, the eldest prince, had to go, not to mention that he was in the capital now.

Let's go now, Zhong Mingwei said to the outside, while patting Meiya's shoulder, I'll go back as soon as I go.

Then... will you meet Prince Rong? Meiya asked worriedly.

I will, Zhong Mingwei mused, At this time, he should also be rushing to the palace.

Then you have to be careful, Meiya was even more worried, He may, he might not let go of his own siblings, let alone you.

Don't worry, he won't be presumptuous in front of the Long Live Lord, not to mention that the fourth prince is gone. If there is any mistake with me, Prince An, wouldn't everyone be suspicious of him, Prince Rong? Zhong Mingwei smiled and nodded Meiya's forehead, turned around and walked out. After taking two steps, he turned his head and smiled at Meiya, Girl, I want to drink red bean porridge tonight. It’s been a long time since I made red bean porridge for me.”

Okay, then I've made red bean porridge for dinner when you come back, Meiya hurriedly said, while adding, There are steamed stuffed buns!

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Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Ever since he got the news of the fourth prince's death, Zhong Zhiheng never got out of bed again. He fell asleep earlier, but now he was lying in a collapsed state, staring straight at the Two Dragons Playing with Pearls on the bright yellow curtain. Looking at the pattern, he didn't know what he was thinking, so he just kept looking at it intently.

Long Live Lord, have some soup. Concubine Hui sat on the edge of the bed with a bowl of ginseng and wolfberry chicken soup, and looked at Zhong Zhiheng worriedly. It's a pity that the fourth prince died young, but Long Live Lord also You can't hurt your body because of this, Lord Long Live, you not only have one fourth prince, you also have thousands of people of the Great Zhou, even for the people of the Great Zhou, you have to take care of your dragon body.

You go back first. Zhong Zhiheng waved his hand slightly, and said to Concubine Hui, when he said this, he turned his face to the inside, obviously not wanting to talk more.