The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 852: Is the Long Live Lord too kind to the fourth prince?

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"Isn't this obvious?" Zhong Ming'e said with a smile, looking at Zhong Mingrong's height, and sighed, "Mingrong has grown so tall. I remember she only reached my shoulders before, but now she is almost catching up with me. ”

"Hey, it will take another two years to catch up with the second emperor brother, and it's still a little bit close now," Zhong Mingrong said, standing on tiptoes to compare heads with Zhong Ming'e, and then said naughtily, "But these two I grew up very fast this year, and my father said that I grew up quickly. I had to wear a new batch of clothes and shoes every few months. My feet also grew very fast. My father said that I wasted too much on clothes. My shoes are gone, I think my palace has spent a lot of money in the past two years."

"Mingrong is fourteen years old this year. It is the time when he is growing taller. My father said this, and he must be happy in his heart," Zhong Ming'e said with a smile, while speaking casually, "Mingrong just said Are you here to accompany your father?"

"Yes," Zhong Mingrong sighed and said to Zhong Ming'e while looking at the bright windows of the imperial study room above the high platform, "since the death of the Queen Mother, my father has not been in a good mood. As a son, Others can't share his father's worries for fear of disturbing him during the day, so he comes over every night to talk and play chess with his father. Even if he can only make his father feel relaxed and happy for a while, the son will be satisfied. ”

"Yes, my father is a filial son, and naturally his prince is also a filial son. You have done a good job," Zhong Ming'e smiled and patted Zhong Mingrong's shoulder, and said, "Come up quickly, my father has seen you. If you come, you will definitely be happy."

"Yes, let me go up first," Zhong Mingrong smiled at Zhong Ming'e with squinted eyes and bowed to Zhong Ming'e. Just when he was about to go up the steps, Zhong Mingrong suddenly stopped and called out Zhong Ming'e, who was about to turn around, said, "Brother Second Emperor!"

"Is there anything else wrong with Mingrong?" Zhong Ming'e said.

"Brother the Second Emperor, the Princess and Concubine Shu passed away one after another. It is really sudden. Please save your condolences and take care of yourself." Zhong Mingrong walked up to Zhong Ming'e and said every word very solemnly and seriously. He frowned and looked at Zhong Ming'e, "I saw that the second emperor brother had lost a lot of weight, and I was very worried."

"I know, I'm fine, you don't need to worry," Zhong Ming'e was startled, then slightly hooked his lips, and while rubbing Zhong Mingrong's head, he said with a smile, "Come up quickly, wait a moment It’s too late, I’m afraid my father will have to rest.”

"No, my father is waiting for me to play chess! Second Emperor Brother, I'm leaving then!" Zhong Mingrong chuckled, then turned around and trotted up the steps. The personal guards behind him were also very busy. He followed up, carrying a quite large food box in his hand. From the looks of it, he entered the imperial study room soon, and Zhong Mingrong wanted to have some late-night snacks with Zhong Zhiheng.

Zhong Ming'e stared at Zhong Mingrong's brisk back for a while, then turned and walked out.

"Your Majesty, isn't Long Live Your Majesty too kind to the fourth prince?" Gao Zhiqi whispered when there was no one around. When he said this, Gao Zhiqi could not help but feel a little bit complaining in his tone. , "The prince has been standing outside the imperial study for so long, and has not even seen the long live Lord. However, the fourth prince can come to the royal study every day to meet the emperor, play chess with the long live Lord, and have meals with the long live Lord. Long live the Lord. This is too biased."

"How can it be the same? It's the time when Mingrong is causing trouble? The young man with red lips and white teeth is said to be the father, and I like it too," Zhong Ming'e sighed, and said with some self-deprecation, " How do you look like me? I am nearly thirty years old, but I am confused and have accomplished nothing, and I am still an ominous person."