The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 772: Giving Bai Ling

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He loves Xu Siyao, but with Xu Siyao, he has never experienced the joy of being a husband. Cui is a piece of wood who does not understand the style and only knows the three obediences and four virtues, but with Zhao, he has tasted the joy of being a husband. Little by little, the sweetness of the young couple came. At that time, he really doted on Mrs. Zhao. It would not be an exaggeration to say that the sixth palace pink and white had no color. Then the next year, Mrs. Zhao gave birth to Zhong Mingzheng, and then, he also There was no ambiguity. When Mingzheng was full moon, Zhao, who was only seventeen years old, was promoted to be his concubine.

He likes Zhao, so naturally he also likes Mingzheng. Mingwei naturally can't drink Mingzhengbi, and Ming'e's body is so bad, so he has great expectations for the healthy Zhong Mingzheng. He expected that if Mrs. Zhao had always been that delicate and annoying girl, he would have sent Zhong Mingzheng all the way to the East Palace. But gradually, he found that Mrs. Zhao had changed, and even the Zhao family behind her had changed. From the Zhao family who only lowered his head to help him solve his problems and block the bad reputation and insults, he gradually turned into a powerful family second only to the Xu family. He couldn't help but be surprised, and he couldn't help but feel a grudge against the Zhao family. When he faced Zhao again, he had lost his original intention. He looked at her with the eyes of a God-king. His originally suspicious heart became colder and hardened, and the way he looked at Zhong Mingzheng gradually became colder. There was more alienation, and he gradually preferred the indecisive and easy-to-control Zhong Ming'e to the healthy and ambitious Zhong Ming'e. And as he grew older, this alienation and love gradually became deeply rooted.

"Long live my Lord, I and my concubine were indeed wronged. They were...framed by people with intentions, just like...the Queen Wang who was framed by the Wu family back then. Long live my lord, these years, my concubine... I have done a lot of wrong things, and I don’t ask for your forgiveness, but... But I can’t bear to be splashed with such dirty water, long live my lord... In the name of my long service to you, please forgive me. You...please trust me one more time," the hand tremblingly climbed up Zhong Zhiheng's calf, and finally reached the man's knee. On the gorgeous and complicated gold armor, there were dots of blood. , it was too dazzling, that pale hand patted the man's knee gently, like a magnolia that was about to die on the branch. After not getting a reply from Zhong Zhiheng for a long time, Mrs. Zhao was already heartbroken. Then he choked up and said, "Long live Lord, my concubine's death is not a pity. If it's because of my concubine... it affects the reputation of Ming Zheng and Ming Rong, Long live Lord... Long live Lord must feel distressed. Please take care of Ming Zheng and Ming Rong." Mingrong..."

"If I hadn't taken care of Mingzheng and Mingrong, I would have sent you into the clan's mansion directly," Zhong Zhiheng looked at that hand with disgust. The slender jade fingers of the girl in the past were now carrying a noble and gorgeous look. The armor was also stained with dazzling blood. The woman in front of him was no longer the sixteen-year-old girl who shed tears because of the cold wind. He really didn't want to look at her anymore, so he stood up and said: He said slowly, "The imperial concubine Zhao, who is vicious, cruel and jealous, bestows Bai Ling."

"Concubine...I thank the Lord for your kindness." No longer crying, no longer shedding tears, Zhao said hoarsely, reaching out to wipe away the blood on her face, straightening her messy hair, and then kowtowed deeply at Zhong Zhiheng .

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December 18th, the 33rd year of Jiasheng

Ninggu Pagoda.

Nanshan Villa.

"Mr. Chen, let's eat at home today before leaving." In the early morning, Meiya came to the front yard and saw Chen Qingxuan coming to the house despite the heavy snow. Needless to say, he must have come to visit Ding Yunwen again. I'm asking for advice. When he walked to the corridor, Meiya was busy patting the snow off his body, and at the same time babbled, "I asked you to stay for dinner yesterday, but you are the one who can't be kept. Let's It’s so annoying that you’re about to leave just after the rice is served. Do you think my craftsmanship is not as good as Grandma Chen’s, or are you worried that our family is poor and that everything will be left empty?”