The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

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"But His Royal Highness ..." Pang Yi cried, and the thirty-year-old man cried when he was crying. "My subordinates don't ask for the blessing of marrying a wife and giving birth in this life. ! Your Highness, let your subordinates stay and stay with you, right when you are poor princesses! "

"No," Zhong Mingwei's face chilled out suddenly, and he faced Pang Yi with a cold face. "If you stay, you can't be guaranteed that you won't be recognized. The queen mother will remember her grandson, and send someone to come and take a look. It ’s okay, but if that person has been staying there forever, what ’s going on? Is Xu ’s influence infiltrating Ninggu Tower, or is my waste prince Yu Duwei still unclear? Is n’t it bad enough? Would you like to drag me even worse? "

"His Royal Highness!" Pang Yi stopped crying suddenly, his blood-red eyes looked straight at Zhong Mingwei, and then he wiped his face fiercely, and then fell on his knees, kneeling on the ground, knocking Zhong Mingwei respectfully for three times. When he spoke again, his voice had calmed down again, but he still had a thick, hoarse voice, "The subordinate just surmised. He didn't speak any words. Please ask His Royal Highness to forgive sins."

Zhong Mingwei didn't look at him again, turned his head to the side, squinted at the hot air on the stove, didn't know what to think about, for a while, he closed his eyes.

Without waiting for Zhong Mingwei to speak, Pang Yi's straight spine slowly slumped down. He stood up silently, then brought in several burdens on the ground, put them on the kang tail one by one, and then said to Zhong Mingwei's back: "His Royal Highness, there are two quilts, frostbite medicine, two large packs of medicinal materials, and five hundred and two silvers. The rush of coming this time is not complete, and I will bring more things when I come next time. "

Zhong Mingwei still didn't say a word, and Pang Yi didn't say anything. He stood in front of Kang in a daze for a while, then took a deep look at Zhong Mingwei's back: "Your Highness is precious, and your subordinates will retreat."

After finishing his speech, Pang Yi strode out of the room, but just stopped in front of the door. He looked back at Zhong Mingwei, who was leaning on the stack and closed his eyes, his lips trembling, it seemed that some words were difficult to speak. He hesitated for a while, but he still said: "Your Highness, are you really willing? You have been in the game for so many years, are you really willing to watch the defeat? Over the years, you have been so calculated Framed, do n’t you really want to pay for your blood? Your Highness, your subordinates bluntly say, this should n’t be where you are staying. This is not the way you should choose. Your Highness, can you really be reconciled? ”

Since he didn't get a reply, Pang Yi didn't seem to expect Zhong Mingwei to really answer. After he finished, he pushed the door away.

Until Pang Yi's footsteps completely disappeared, the person who kept his eyes closed and opened his eyes opened his eyes. With a deep pair of eyes, he stared at the white air in front of him without blinking. He reached over and felt the heat. The steaming white gas shuttled around his fingertips, and finally the white gas turned into a layer of cold and damp water. Gradually, the damp hand clenched into a fist.

Are you willing?

So many subordinates have been in the army for more than ten years for him. From a handsome boy to a middle-aged man who is a middle-aged man who does not dare to marry, such as Pang Yi, the bitter cold in northern Xinjiang, the scorching heat in southern Xinjiang, how much Daoguangjianying, how much no complaint and no regret, has always been for him.

Can you really be reconciled?

On New Year's Eve, a fire almost killed his life. If it wasn't for the unlucky girl to pull him out, he would have died in the fire.

On another New Year ’s Eve, a glass of wine grabbed his mind, but the crown prince of the Eastern Palace danced the sword in the front of the palace, and even shot down the queen ’s card, followed by the king ’s anger, and when he finally woke up, he was already in Nanjing. Guta is still a paralyzed paralyzed man.

In the past years, how many ambush calculations have he received? He could n’t even count himself, how many times he walked on the tip of the knife, and since the day when he fell to the ground, his father was destined to be not an ordinary father, and his grandmother was not an ordinary grandmother, and his life was destined not to ordinary.