The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 987: Entering the palace to meet the saint

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"Yes, my subordinates are also worried about this matter," Pang Yi said anxiously, "If Lord Long Live knew what Jiu Mandu had found from Ma Zhiming's house, he would naturally think of King Pingxi immediately. , according to Long Live Lord’s fear and suspicion of King Pingxi, I am afraid that he will take this opportunity to eradicate King Pingxi, and maybe he will also concoct another major case in the 20th year in the same way!"

"You are right. Long live the Lord will seize every opportunity to suppress King Pingxi, so even he can realize that King Pingxi is not the real culprit behind the scenes, but is framed by others. I am afraid he will choose to turn a blind eye. With one eye closed, he used his plan to suppress King Pingxi to death," Zhong Mingwei said slowly, sighing softly, and added, "This man is really sure and ruthless in his actions, pointing the real culprit behind the scenes at King Pingxi. Naturally, I have figured out my father's temperament, and I am sure that my father will never let go of such a good opportunity to suppress King Ping Xi."

"Then what should we do now?" Kong Wenmin frowned and said, "Since it is a trap set by others, it must have reached the ears of Lord Long Live now. If I delay reporting this matter to Lord Long Live, Then Long live the Lord will definitely suspect that I am covering up Prince Pingxi. When the time comes, the person behind the scenes may come up with another plan and classify me and Prince Pingxi as the real culprits behind the assassination of the fourth prince. If it is true That would be a serious problem."

"Yes, Master Long Live's attitude towards me has always been unclear. In the past, I even hated suppression. If Prince Pingxi and I are actually connected at this time, my situation..." Pang Yi frowned deeply and twisted out He said the word "Chuan", and he couldn't say anything else, but everyone knew what he wanted to say.

If Zhong Zhiheng really grouped King Pingxi and Zhong Mingwei into the same party, Zhong Mingwei might not even be able to become a commoner, let alone leave the capital alive.

"So, early tomorrow morning, I have to go to the palace to meet the saint." Zhong Mingwei said solemnly.

Pang Yi looked at Zhong Mingwei nervously: "Sir, do you want to report to the Long Live Master that Zhou Youan and Prince Rong's palace have close contacts and are related to the murder of the fourth prince?"

"No," Zhong Mingwei shook his head, took a sip of tea, and then said solemnly, "Now my father's thoughts are probably not on the murder of the fourth prince, but on King Pingxi, so I can only Choose what Father wants to hear."

Kong Wenmin was shocked: "Master, are you going to tell Long Live Master that Ma Zhiming is the murderer of the fourth prince, and King Pingxi is the instigator behind the scenes?"

Zhong Mingwei didn't say anything. He put down the tea cup and walked to the back of the desk and took out a writing brush from the pen holder. Pang Yi was so busy that he took out a piece of rice paper and unfolded it for him, spread it on the table, and then talked with Kong Wenmin. We stood at the table together, watching Zhong Mingwei take a deep breath to write, and then put the pen down on the rice paper...

The eyes of Pang Yi and Kong Wenmin followed the soft brush up and down. The more they looked at their expressions, the more shocked they became, followed by unconcealable joy and excitement. When Zhong Mingwei finished writing the last word, Pang Yi and Kong Wenmin both took a deep breath, then looked at each other and laughed silently.

"Sir, this letter is of great importance. Let me send it to the northwest camp in person!" When Zhong Mingwei put down his brush, Kong Wenmin was so busy that he volunteered.

"No, I'm afraid your whereabouts have been tracked for a long time. Man said that he asked you to deliver the letter, but even the capital can't come out." Zhong Mingwei said slowly, lowering his head and taking something from the drawer. An envelope came out and I blew into it.

Pang Yi was so busy that he clasped his fists and said: "Master, subordinate..."

"You are even worse," Zhong Mingwei said without raising his head. He folded the letter and put it into the envelope. Then he looked at Pang Yi, "I'm afraid the person staring at you is worse than staring at him. There are more people, and besides, seeing that An is about to give birth, you are not allowed to go anywhere."