The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 783: Revisiting an old case

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"What Long Live the Lord said makes sense," Fang Zhonglian said, pausing and then pondering, "From this point of view, the Zhao family must be destroyed."

Zhong Zhiheng didn’t speak, just looked down at the bright green emerald finger on his thumb, and after a long while he said slowly: "Since King Pingxi has made up his mind to be the son-in-law of the Turks, Prince An is also peaceful. Now that we have been assigned to stay in Ninggu Pagoda, it’s time for us to bring up old matters.”

Fang Zhonglian was startled, and then whispered: "What Long Live Lord means...is to bring up the major case of the 20th year?"

"The major case of 20 years was initiated by Zhao Changrong. After so many years, it can be considered that it has a beginning and an end by him." Zhong Zhiheng sneered.

"Yes, long live the wise Lord." Fang Zhonglian stood up and bowed deeply to Zhong Zhiheng.

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Prince Rong’s Mansion.

Study.

After leaving the morning court and returning to the palace, Zhong Mingzheng locked himself in the study, and then drank one cup after another. He had been doing this for the past few days. When he came back from the previous court, he got himself drunk. , then fell into a deep sleep, and entered the palace the next day smelling of alcohol. He knew that Zhong Zhiheng must have a problem with him, and he also knew that Zhong Ming'e must be watching his joke, but he couldn't help it. His mother The concubine died suddenly overnight, and was also infamously accused of massacring the prince. What could he think? What can be done? Is it possible to question Zhong Zhiheng?

He couldn't, so he could only hide in his own house like this, drinking himself cup after cup.

Yeah, what a coward, his mother died without any explanation, and he, a son, doesn’t even dare to fart! He didn't even dare to cry, so he could only drink and drink in his own one-third of an acre of land to numb himself. Is there anyone more cowardly than him?

"Your Majesty, you can't drink anymore! Your Majesty! Stop it quickly!" Da'an heard that Zhong Mingzheng was drinking again and hurried over from the front yard. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Zhong Mingzheng slumped on the ground. , holding a wine pot in one hand and a wine glass in the other. Not to mention how anxious I was at the moment, I was so busy that I poured a cup of tea, then walked over and handed it to Zhong Mingzheng, while frowning and saying, "Your Majesty, I am concubine. I know that you must be depressed because of the sudden death of the imperial concubine, but if you continue like this, your father will be angry, and when the time comes, your father will definitely punish you..."

"Get out!" Zhong Mingzheng roared, pushing Da'an to the ground hard, not caring that the hot tea was poured on Da'an's face, Zhong Mingzheng supported the soft couch and stepped across it diagonally He stood up and looked at Da'an who was covering his face and screaming on the ground. The more he looked at it, the more disgusted he became. He raised his foot and kicked him hard, while still cursing, "You bitch! How dare you not take this king and my mother and concubine seriously! Just because you have the support of your father, right?! Hehe, I can't tolerate you for a day or two! But you still go there all the time! Come in front of me, that’s good! I’ll give you a pleasure today! I’ll save you from showing off in front of me again in the future!”

"Ah! Help! Help! Your Majesty! Stop! Stop!" Da'an rolled on the ground to avoid Zhong Mingzheng's punches and kicks. How could she, a woman, be able to defeat a drunk man? Seeing that she had climbed to the corner with no way to escape, Da'an stood up holding the wall, her back straight against the wall, looking at the man stumbling towards her step by step, she looked at Zhong Mingzheng helplessly He stopped in front of him, then raised the wine bottle in his hand high, and was about to smash it down on his head...

"Bang!"

As a dull sound came, the wine bottle in Zhong Mingzheng's hand fell on the carpet and rolled a few times. The wine soaked the carpet, and then, Zhong Mingzheng suddenly fell back. On the ground.

Da'an stared and gasped, and it took a long time to come back to her senses. She looked at the man lying in front of her in fear, and at the pomegranate-wrapped gold hairpin inserted into his chest. She suddenly His legs softened, and he sat on the ground with a pop.