The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 621: My brother returns

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When did you start feeling this way?

Was it when his father handed over the Royal Guards to Zhong Zhiling, or was it because of him that girl's smile was like a flower?

Or maybe, a long time ago, he actually started to worry about gains and losses?

He doesn’t admit that he is jealous of Zhong Zhiling. He is obviously a childish ghost who can’t stand or sit well and spits bubbles when sleeping. He has obviously been raised in a honeypot since he was a child and has never suffered anything. Why should he be jealous of the flowers in his greenhouse?

But there was a voice in his heart that kept coming——

You are jealous of him, you are jealous of his heartless childishness and simplicity, you are jealous that he can still live such a free and clear life even though he was born in heaven, you are jealous of the person you value most and dream of. The supreme position he wanted was nothing in his eyes...

You are jealous of him, jealous of him who has given nothing but got everything.

"Brother," the young man looked around, then reached out and held his hand, and leaned into his ear and said seriously word by word, "Don't worry, I will guard you in the northwest. Who will take this throne?" I don’t even dare to compete with you."

A trace of sadness suddenly welled up in his heart, and he stretched out his hand to hug the young man into his arms: "Old Qi, take care."

"Brother, take care of yourself." The young man's eyes were wet with hopelessness, then he suddenly turned around and got on the horse.

The young man rode out of this square imperial city on Hongchen.

At that time, he did not expect that he would come back thirty-four years later.

The young man probably didn’t expect that either, right?

……

"Long live Lord Qi, King Pingxi has arrived." When he came in again, Zhao Ruhai's eyes were full of joy that could not be concealed, but his voice became more and more respectful.

Zhong Mingwei looked at the portrait of the woman on the wall, and after a while he came back to his senses: "Xuan."

"Yes," Zhao Ruhai hurriedly walked to the door, opened the curtain, and then said to the burly man standing outside, "The emperor has a decree, Xuanping Xiwang has an audience!"

Zhong Mingwei looked at the door that was not far away, and then watched a strange but familiar middle-aged man slowly walk in. The man was also looking at him, using words that ordinary courtiers would never dare to use. With a wild look in his eyes, the man slowly knelt down and said, "My brother is back! Meet my emperor! Long live my emperor!"

"Give me a seat." Zhong Zhiheng said.

"Long live thanks," Zhong Zhiling stood up. Zhao Ruhai was so busy that he moved the embroidered pier over, but Zhong Zhiling sat directly on the soft couch and looked at Zhao Ruhai with a smile, "Eunuch Zhao, do you still remember what tea I like to drink? ”

"Taiping Monkey King," Zhao Ruhai bowed in a hurry, "I will prepare for the prince right now."

"Thank you, father-in-law," Zhong Zhiling nodded. He glanced at the portrait of a woman hanging on the wall. His eyes paused for a moment on the portrait, and then turned to look at Zhong Zhiheng, sarcastically. She curled her lips and said, "So this is what she looks like when she's not smiling."

"Presumptuous!" Zhong Zhiheng suddenly dropped the tea cup in his hand to the ground, stood up and walked to Zhong Zhiling, saying in a cold voice, "Where did you learn such a wild and barbaric habit?!"

"Isn't it clear, Brother Huang?" Zhong Zhiling looked at the palace maids and eunuchs who were kneeling on the ground through the bead curtain outside, while turning his head to look at Zhong Zhiheng, "My brother is staying in Mobei, in the wilderness. After more than thirty years, the temper and character of the past have long been worn away. Is it possible that the emperor actually expects a humble gentleman to guard Mobei?"

Zhong Zhiheng looked at his arrogant face, and his heart was filled with anger, but as he looked at it, he laughed again, and his smile was very sarcastic: "You want to deliberately anger me, and you wish I could order you to be beaten. Enter the sect's mansion or be executed immediately, right? Then everyone in the world will know that I am a foolish king who doesn't care about brotherhood and kills his ministers in vain, right?"

"You all, please step aside," Zhong Zhiling said, licking her lips to the palace servants outside with their faces pressed to the ground, "I and the Emperor are talking about common things, and you don't need to wait on me here."

How dare the man from the womb dare to move? Especially Zhong Zhiheng was still burning with anger. He thought to himself for a moment that this King Pingxi was really reckless, and his face became even closer to the ground.

"Get out!" Zhong Zhiheng shouted outside impatiently.

"Yes, slave/servant, please retire!" All the palace servants were astonished by the amnesty and immediately retreated without a trace.