The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 728: Don’t let your slaves kick your nose in your face

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"Long live Lord!" Mrs. Zhao suddenly called in a low voice. She was really anxious. She wanted to take this opportunity to divorce Da'an, but Zhong Zhiheng was merciful. Naturally, she was a little anxious. Facing Zhong Zhiheng's lukewarm gaze, she did not dare to say anything. She paused, and then continued in a low voice, "Master Zhao is still waiting aside."

Hearing this, Zhong Zhiheng looked at Zhao Xuantong, who had been kneeling on the ground with a pale face, and said in a calm tone: "It's okay for Zhao Xuantong to teach his daughter, and he will be punished with the same three-year salary."

As soon as Zhong Zhiheng finished speaking, everyone in the room was stunned, especially Zhao Xuantong's face became paler, and his lips trembled violently, as if he wanted to say a few words for himself, but he still didn't speak. , then kowtowed and said: "I obey, thank you so much for your grace."

"Okay, let's all go down," Zhong Zhiheng said lightly, stood up and walked to Zhong Mingzheng, kicked him with his foot, and said coldly, "Just kneel like this."

"Yes, I obey my orders." Zhong Mingzheng kowtowed hurriedly.

At that moment, everyone exited the imperial study room with different thoughts. For a while, only Zhong Zhiheng and Zhong Mingzheng were left in the room.

"Ming Zheng, why do you think I wanted to depose the prince in the first place?" Zhong Zhiheng walked to the Long Case and sat down. He picked up a memorial and opened it, while speaking lightly.

"Returning to my father, it is really disrespectful for the deposed prince to be disrespectful in front of the emperor after drinking," Zhong Mingzheng was startled, and then he carefully said his words, "Also, the deposed prince has a lot of misdeeds in the past..."

"He's so bad?" Zhong Zhiheng sneered, looking up at Zhong Mingwei, "Why is he so bad? Can he compare to you?"

"Father, calm down!" Zhong Mingzheng was shocked. He didn't know what Zhong Zhiheng meant by his words, but he also knew that Zhong Zhiheng was angry.

"Ming Zheng, you are not stupid, so don't take the old path of deposing the prince," Zhong Zhiheng said lightly, while closing the memorial, "No matter what time, you must remember that you are my Prince, you are the grandson of the Phoenix. After all, the Zhao family are your slaves. You must not let your slaves kick your nose in your face. Is it clear?"

"Yes, I understand." Zhong Mingzheng kowtowed hurriedly. He finally understood what Zhong Zhiheng meant. He and the imperial concubine were both dissatisfied with the An family, so they naturally wanted to get married to another family, and the Zhao family The first choice is naturally the family. If he can get closer, the Zhao family will naturally go all out to help him rise to the throne. Therefore, his outer house is filled with girls from the Zhao family who were hand-picked by the imperial concubine. He knew what it meant, but now looking at Zhong Zhiheng's reaction, he just felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured on his head.

Zhong Zhiheng can't even tolerate the Xu family, so how can he tolerate the Zhao family, who always has his eyes on the prince and the harem?

He is really confused.

……

The first day of October in the 33rd year of Jiasheng

Winter Clothes Festival.

Ninggu Pagoda.

Nanshan Villa.

Zhong Mingwei never dreamed that he would see Ding Yunwen in Ninggu Pagoda on such a day.

Gu Changlin has been a little unusual these past two days. The old man who used to like to stay at home, drink wine and sing songs, always likes to run out these past two days.

"Mingwei, Mr. Gu went out again." When Meiya came back from the front yard, her face was not so good. While taking off her heavy cotton clothes, she complained to Zhong Mingwei, "It's snowing today. , It's sliding on the ground, and I don't know where he went."

Winter has entered Ninggu Pagoda since September, and it started to snow today.

"Don't worry about him, he's not a child anymore, he knows what he knows," Zhong Mingwei took Mei Ya's cotton coat and hurriedly handed over a cup of steaming longan and red date tea, "Drink it quickly. Warm yourself up."

"The snow fell early this year, but it fell late last year." Mei Ya took the tea and took a sip. The tea had the sweet taste of red dates. She looked at Zhong Mingwei with a smile, "The first snow fell last year. Do you remember?"

"Can you remember?" Zhong Mingwei also held a cup of tea, looked at Meiya with squinted eyes, and smiled, "When it snowed for the first time last year, my little girl helped me out to enjoy the snow, and then asked Can I marry her? Hehe, I remember it clearly."