The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 781: The war situation in the northwest
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"Can we stop being so self-possessed when we first come up? Why don't you leave me some shorts?" Zhong Mingwei looked hopeless, "Even if it's just shorts?"
"Hahaha!" The next second, the bully laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe.
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December 26, the 33rd year of Jiasheng
The capital.
Royal study room.
Zhong Lian, the left prime minister, waited outside the imperial study for a long time before watching the fourth prince Zhong Mingrong come out of the imperial study with red eyes.
"I've met Mr. Zuo Xiang." As soon as Zhong Mingrong saw Fang Zhonglian, he was so busy that he bowed and saluted.
Fang Zhiheng respected Fang Zhonglian very much. In the past, he often asked Fang Zhonglian to tutor the princes on their homework. Later, after Fang Zhonglian became the left prime minister, he no longer had time to tutor the princes on their homework. Zhong Mingrong was young and had no chance to get guidance from Fang Zhonglian, but he always respected Fang Zhonglian as his husband and always bowed politely when he saw Fang Zhonglian.
"Although the imperial concubine died suddenly due to illness, the Fourth Highness still has to take care of her." Fang Zhonglian looked at Zhong Mingrong's obviously thinner cheeks and red eyes, and couldn't help but sigh, At the same time, he lowered his voice and said, "The imperial concubine passed away prematurely. Long live the Lord will definitely regret it. If I always look at His Highness's expression, I am afraid it will break my heart."
"Yes, thank you, Mr. Zuo Xiang, for your teaching." Zhong Mingrong bowed deeply to Fang Zhonglian.
"Your Highness, get up quickly." Fang Zhonglian was so busy that he stepped forward and helped Zhong Mingrong up.
"Prime Minister Zuo, long live the Lord, please come in." Zhao Ruhai opened the curtain and said to Fang Zhonglian.
"Then I won't waste the left prime minister's time." Zhong Mingrong said hurriedly, and then quickly retreated.
Fang Zhonglian looked at Zhong Mingrong's retreating figure and couldn't help but sigh. The imperial concubine suddenly died suddenly. Although it was said that she died suddenly due to illness, it happened to be on the night when the little prince died. If there is no connection between the two, who can believe it? Even though Zhong Zhiheng was concerned about the appearance of Zhong Mingzheng and Zhong Mingrong, he didn't make it public, but whether it was the former court or the harem, who was not clear-sighted? What's more, the day after the imperial concubine died suddenly, her brother and right minister Zhao Changrong fell ill and was bedridden. He still can't get out of bed. Just like this, Long live the Lord didn't even ask.
The sudden death of the imperial concubine sounded the death knell for the Zhao family. It was just that the underage fourth prince was wronged. With the mother and concubine who massacred the prince, his future will definitely be affected. Implicated.
"Minister Zuo, please." Zhao Ruhai swept away the dust and said again.
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Royal study room.
"Long live the Lord! Long live my emperor!" As soon as he entered the royal study, Fang Zhonglian was so busy kowtowing and saluting.
"Come on, Mr. Zuo, please get down!" Zhong Zhiheng stood up and came over, personally helped Fang Zhonglian up, and while pulling Fang Zhonglian to sit down on the soft couch, he also sat down, "It's freezing cold. I shouldn't have let the Prime Minister make this trip, but I know that the Prime Minister has been worried about the war situation in the northwest, so as soon as I got the news, I quickly sent someone to announce that the Prime Minister had entered the palace."
“Seriously?” Fang Zhonglian was startled, and then he straightened his back and said urgently, “Please give me your instructions.”
Since King Pingxi left the capital a month and a half ago, there has been no battle report from the northwest. Fang Zhonglian was worried about the battlefield in the northwest day and night and could not sleep at night.
"Please read it, Prime Minister Zuo," Zhong Zhiheng reached out and took out a memorial from the table and handed it to Fang Zhonglian, "This memorial written by King Pingxi was rushed over 800 miles away and arrived this morning."
Fang Zhonglian tremblingly opened the thin memorial. As soon as he saw clearly the words written inside, he was startled. He suddenly looked at Zhong Zhiheng, and then saw the complicated expression on Zhong Zhiheng's face. In fact, At this moment, the expression on his face was not much different from Zhong Zhiheng's.