The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 130: Wisdom is always there

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August 20, the 32nd year of Jiasheng

The capital.

Yanxi Palace.

"The **** hasn't come out of the Qianqing Palace yet?" Concubine Zhao sat in front of the dressing table, staring coldly at her reflection in the bronze mirror.

Concubine Zhao is no longer young. After all, the third prince Zhong Mingzheng is already twenty-two years old now. As a mother, she will be thirty-nine years old after the new year. No matter how well she takes care of herself, she is not as good as she was just now. The cardamom girl who entered the palace, especially this pair of eyes that have experienced the vicissitudes of time, and at this moment, these weathered eyes are staring straight at herself in the mirror, with a strong look of violence. Angry and fierce.

"Yes, that Hui... Hui Chang is here. He entered the Qianqing Palace last night and has not come out yet," the maid said cautiously, holding the red jade beaded crested golden step and shaking her hand gently Trembling, her teeth chattered slightly, and after a long time she continued, "Your Majesty, please help me dress up for you."

"Crack!"

The next second, Concubine Zhao suddenly swept all the jewelry on the dressing table to the ground. With a "crackling" sound, the palace people in the palace suddenly knelt down, with their faces on the ground one by one. Neither dared to breathe.

"Your Majesty, please calm down! Your Majesty, please calm down!"

"Get out! Get out! Get out of here!" Concubine Zhao shouted hysterically.

"Yes, I'm resigning! I'm resigning!" A group of palace people hurriedly stumbled out.

When the third prince Zhong Mingzheng arrived, he saw a group of palace people kneeling tremblingly outside the palace. Zhong Mingzheng immediately turned dark: "What's wrong?"

"Your Highness, Third Prince, you are finally here!" Concubine Zhao's personal maid hurriedly greeted her, led the Third Prince to the corridor, and whispered to Zhong Mingzheng, "Because the newly favored Hui Chang is here, your Majesty She's angry!"

"Is that the maid who used to serve in Cining Palace?" Zhong Mingzheng frowned and said, he has always been sharp and clear about matters in the palace, not to mention that Huichang Zai rose from a humble palace maid to a dignified sixth-rank Chang Zai. , but it only took three days, and now everyone in the palace is saying that Huichang is charming the country with beauty and fragrance, and Zhong Mingzheng is even more aware of it. At that moment, Zhong Mingzheng coldly snorted, "This How did the **** offend the mother-in-law?"

"Huichang Zai did not provoke the empress, but Long Live Lord has invited Huichang Zai to serve as his bedmate for several days. Until now, Huichang Zai has not come out of Qianqing Palace," the personal maid whispered. While speaking, he lowered his voice and said, "I heard that the Long Live Lord is very fond of that Hui Chang Zai. My Majesty, she..."

"That's enough!" Zhong Mingzheng interrupted the personal maid's words with a cold voice, paused, then frowned and said to the maid, "Take everyone down, if today's incident dares to be spread out. ..."

"I dare not! Your Highness, please rest assured." The personal maid kowtowed in a hurry.

"Okay, let's go down," Zhong Mingzheng said in a deep voice, walking towards the main hall, then suddenly stopped and said to the maid, "Go and make a bowl of soothing soup for the queen."

"Yes, I obey my orders." The maid was so busy that she bowed and withdrew.

When Zhong Mingzheng entered, Concubine Zhao was still sitting in front of the dressing table, but her back was no longer as straight as before. At this time, she was slightly hunched over, staring at the woman in the bronze mirror. Looking at the woman who had not dressed up or even washed her face, the more she looked at her, the more she felt that her unkempt hair and face were aging. She looked at the haggard woman in the mirror in disbelief. For a long time, she pawed at the dressing table haphazardly. It took her a long time to find a charcoal pencil, and then she was busy looking in the mirror and drew her eyebrows. However, her fingers were shaking so much. How could she draw well? So she became even more anxious, wiping it with her hands randomly, and then started to draw again. After a while, half of her face was suddenly gray, but she continued to draw over and over again, as if she was in a daze.

"Mother Concubine!" Zhong Mingzheng stood at the door and stared for a long time, only to see that he was frightened again. He was so busy that he stepped forward to take the charcoal pencil from Zhao Guifei's hand, "Mother Concubine, what are you doing? What to do?!"