The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

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Pang Yi has been a cat on the mountain for a day. When Ahou finally went out, he hurriedly carried four large burdens over the wall and entered the courtyard.

"Who?" Zhong Mingwei has always been awesome, and on this mountain, there were only him and Ah Chou, so when he heard the strange footsteps, Zhong Mingwei was alert and he picked up the fire on the ground. Fork, and before the waist was straightened, I heard "Zhi La" and the door had been pushed open from the outside.

"His Royal Highness!" When Pang Yifu saw Zhong Mingwei, his eyes turned red suddenly. The old prince like a jade-faced person, standing tall on the ground, was now paralyzed on the dirty kang, and the kang head was breathing hot. The cauldron, a pile of firewood piled up in front of the room door, and the grand prince of his family wore this old and unrefined stone green dress, holding a fire fork in his hand.

"Pang Yi, why are you here? Are you not in southern Xinjiang?" Zhong Mingwei also stunned, throwing away the fire fork in his hand, and asked anxiously, "Is the Queen Mother letting you come?"

"Yes, my subordinate served the Empress Dowager and came to Ninggu Tower to visit His Highness," Pang Yi took a deep breath, took the tears, and put the four big burdens on his body on the ground. Then, kneeling on his knees and tapping three heads heavily at Zhong Mingwei, when he looked up again, Pang Yi's eyes were redder, "His Royal Highness, it is late to come down, so you are wronged ..."

"What's your highness? Isn't it? I'm just an ordinary person now," Zhong Mingwei tickled his lips sarcastically, while reaching out and patting Pang Yi's shoulder. "Sit over and chat with me."

"Yes," Pang Yi got up quickly, sat on the Kang in a hurry, reached out to hold Zhong Mingwei's hand, and said, "The subordinates in South Xinjiang heard that His Royal Highness' body was seriously injured. I did n’t expect His Highness to recover so fast, it must be blessed by the heavens, and my subordinates are really sad and gratified. "

"What's not going to recover? I can't get down to now," Zhong Mingwei said lightly, patting his legs while facing Pang Yi with a sullen face, "There is nothing else, these two legs are always noodle-like The emperor is not strong, and I do n’t know if it was because of the torture in the clan house. "

"The people of the Clan House dare to use such a big penalty to His Highness ?!" Pang Yi was shocked and angry, and his eyes were all staring out. "Although the Clan House has the power to discipline the royal family, there are many It ’s just forbidden preaching. Even if it ’s really a punishment, it ’s just a perfunctory thing. How dare they really start with Feng Zi and Long Sun? ”

"It can be seen that they have received the oracle of the long lived Lord." Zhong Mingwei said lightly.

"Why long live Lord ..." Pang Yi frowned, he looked at Zhong Mingwei's faint expression, some words stopped, and finally opened his mouth, "The subordinate knows that Long live Lord does not like His Highness, but in the end His Royal Highness It was the Queen Mother who loved her eldest son and grandson the most, and it was still the New Year ’s Eve festival. The Queen Mother was in the palace. Even if the long lived grandfather really wanted to punish His Highness, he would not be surprised by the Queen Mother, so the subordinates thought that this is not the long lived meaning."

"You mean someone else? Yeah, I am such a hateful living target. I don't know how many people hate it in recent years." Zhong Mingwei whispered, with both hands on his back, crawling to Kang head, from Two bowls were touched on the stove, the lid was opened, two bowls of tea were scooped from the big pot, and a bowl was handed over to Pang Yi.

Pang Yi looked at Zhong Mingwei's swift movements, and at the big porcelain bowl in his hand. For a time, his nose suddenly became sour. He was too busy to pick up the big porcelain bowl, and grumbled the tea inside. Drink it out.

"Is the water here delicious? Sweeter than the water of the capital." Zhong Mingwei looked at his brain and drank the tea, and took a sip in the big porcelain bowl, if not the rough porcelain in his hand. The big bowl, and the gray wall behind him, actually looked like this, and it was even a pleasing picture of a young man tasting tea.