The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 666: The east wind does not decrease and the west wind grows longer

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"Sir, you don't know something. The newly favored Empress Hui is pregnant. The Long Live Master values ​​this pregnancy very much. However, the daughter of Concubine Shu's palace didn't have the foresight to send a plate. The persimmon cake almost injured Long Zi. Lord Long Live was furious. The imperial concubine hurriedly caught the blind palace daughter. Lord Long Live immediately ordered the palace daughter to be executed, obviously for Concubine Shu. For the sake of thinking, it also confirmed that Empress Shu was jealous and cruel. Empress Shu hated the imperial concubine so much that she gnashed her teeth," Fang Zuotang said, while taking a sip of tea, he continued, "As for the previous dynasty, long live it. Although I hate Concubine Shu, I have always been very fond of Prince Hui. Therefore, on this year’s Ghost Festival, Long Live My Lord sent Prince Hui to pay tribute to the emperor on behalf of the emperor. This is a great grace. Prince Rong naturally hates and He was angry, and not long after, it was spread in the capital that the reason why King Huijun had been unable to survive for many years was because he had a broken sleeve. Although this rumor came from unknown sources, there was no one behind it. Adding fuel to the flames, the humble ministers are determined not to believe it. After all, Prince Hui is a noble prince of the first rank, and he is also the most shameful prince in front of Long Live Lord. Who among ordinary people has the courage to point fingers at Prince Hui? And he is so unbearable. Rumors? Could it be that you think you have a long life?"

Pang Yi sneered and said: "So King Huijun is in a hurry to drag his brother-in-law to fight back. It is true that the east wind does not diminish and the west wind grows stronger."

"These two brothers are quite interesting. When I was in the capital, they were very harmonious. They only focused on dealing with me. Now that I have left the capital, these two brothers have turned against each other," Zhong Mingwei sneered and took a sip. Taking a sip of tea, he looked at Fang Zuotang and said, "What's the attitude of the father? Is it possible that he would allow them to fight like black-eyes?"

"Long Live Lord is naturally displeased, but after all, they are all princes, and Long Live Lord naturally has to take their faces into consideration, so he doesn't say anything explicitly about it. He just wants the two princes to concentrate on government affairs and not waste time on things other than government affairs. "Fang Zuotang said.

"My father is so good-tempered?" Zhong Mingwei was very surprised. He frowned and shook his head, "No, my father will never tolerate anyone being openly domineering and provocative in front of him, especially the two of them. Prince."

"Maybe it's because Empress Hui is not feeling well lately," Fang Zuotang said. "I heard that Long Live Lord is very fond of Empress Hui. These days, she will go to Changchun as soon as she leaves the morning court. The palace is accompanying Empress Hui Bin. It is said that Empress Hui Bin has been plagued by nightmares in recent days, and Long live the Lord is very worried."

"Sir, now the Ministry of Punishment has come to ask for An's body, what should we do?" Pang Yi's mind was not here. The official letter from the Ministry of Punishment clearly stated in black and white, asking where An's body was.

“What they want is not An’s body,” Zhong Mingwei said calmly, “What they want is for us to help him bring down An’s family.”

Yes, Zhong Mingwei’s letter to the capital clearly stated that Duan and Xiaoan died in the summer floods, and their bodies were not found. Apparently Zhong Mingwei’s letter fell into the hands of Prince Hui and Zou Shijie. They were dissatisfied with the cause of Xiao An's death, so they sent this official letter in the name of the Ministry of Punishment. They clearly asked about An's body, but secretly they wanted Zhong Mingwei to write another letter to report Xiao An's body. If the cause of his death had been any other, whether he was hit by a sword or stabbed, his death would have been in vain. In this way, they could make a fuss about the cause of Xiao An's death.

Fang Zuotang naturally knew this, and immediately looked at Zhong Mingwei: "Sir, what do you mean?"

"As a commoner, the last thing I can't offend is the noble people above me," Zhong Mingwei said solemnly, then paused and added, "But if it is to save my life, I can't help but offend one or two."

Fang Zuotang said: "Master, do you no longer want to interfere with the capital's affairs?"

"I have long since lost the capital, nor the energy," Zhong Mingwei said lightly. While taking a sip of tea, he said to Pang Yi, "Pang Yi, bring me some pen and ink."

"Yes." Pang Yi was so busy that he went to the study room to get some pen and ink and put it on the stone table.

Zhong Mingwei rolled up his sleeves, held up a pen and wrote on the official letter, "Ms. An died in the flood, and his body is gone. I hope everyone knows." Then he put down the pen and said to Zuo Tang, "Master, please send someone. Take a trip to the capital."