The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 89: Fourth Prince

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But he hated Mrs. Ding even more. He felt that Mrs. Ding not only looked like the Guanyin Lady in the Queen Mother's room, but also more like the skilled bustard in the Fireworks Alley.

However, isn't this exactly what he needs and the model morality a legitimate wife should have?

Isn’t she also the princess he created with his own hands?

……

"Oh," A Chou heard what he said, silently put down the embroidery needle in his hand, and slowly sorted out the ball of red silk thread. A Chou glanced at Zhong Mingwei, but in the end he still had no idea. Holding back, "The former... princess was particularly good at embroidery?"

Zhong Mingwei nodded: "Yes."

"Is she good at embroidering?" A Chou looked at Zhong Mingwei's silent face and felt very uncomfortable. She only felt that the red silk thread was really dazzling. She was a little irritated and threw away the ball of silk thread, but paused. After a pause, she asked Zhong Mingwei in a low voice, "Then can she embroider wings and fly? Can she embroider dragons and phoenixes?"

"I don't know." Zhong Mingwei shook his head.

Yes, he didn't know. In the past, he only knew that Ding loved embroidery, but he had never taken a second look at what kind of flowers she was embroidering.

A Chou felt less sad again, a little awkward and a little bit proud that he couldn't hide: "I can embroider, and the dragon and phoenix are the most difficult to embroider, but it doesn't bother me, I can embroider That's great, hehe."

What is she trying to say?

She doesn't even know.

July 20, the 32nd year of Jiasheng

The capital.

Cining Palace.

The fourth prince Zhong Mingrong suffered from spring acne for more than half a year, and now he is finally cured. As soon as he recovered, he hurriedly followed the third prince Zhong Mingzheng to the Cining Palace to pay his respects to the Queen Mother. By chance, Long Live Lord Zhong Zhiheng is also here today. Cining Palace.

"I have met the Queen Mother! I have met the Emperor Father!" The third and fourth princes kowtowed to the Queen Mother and Long Live Lord together, "I respectfully wish the Queen Mother and Father Emperor Jinan!"

"Get up!" the Queen Mother said with a smile, while reaching out to call the fourth prince to her side, "The Ai family has not seen Ming Rong for more than half a year, let the Ai family take a good look at Ming Rong."

"Alas!" The fourth prince responded crisply, running up to the Queen Mother with a smile. Without sitting down, he hugged the Queen Mother's legs and knelt in front, raising his face to act coquettishly with the Queen Mother, "Royal grandmother, look, Sun My son got acne and left a scar."

The Queen Mother took a look, and sure enough, there was a red round pimple between Zhong Mingrong's eyebrows. It didn't look like a scar, but it looked like an auspicious mole. She liked it no matter how she looked at it. She gently rubbed the pimple behind her back. There were red dots, and he said with a smile: "Although it's a scar, it's not ugly."

"Really?" Zhong Mingrong couldn't help but look overjoyed, and became even more coquettish, "My grandson doesn't believe it! The imperial grandmother always loves her grandson, so naturally her grandson becomes ugly, but in the eyes of the imperial grandmother, her grandson becomes ugly." My son is also very good-looking!"

Of course, the prince next to him would never say this, especially in front of Long Live Lord, but Zhong Mingrong is different. Firstly, he is only eight years old, and no one will care about childlike words. Secondly, he is only eight years old. That is, he is Zhong Zhiheng's youngest son, and Zhong Mingwei didn't get him until he was forty-four years old, so he had a son at an old age, so he has always been the best to win the Sacred Heart.

Sure enough, as soon as Zhong Mingrong finished speaking, Zhong Zhiheng laughed first, and cursed with a smile: "How do you look like a prince with your shameless virtues?"

Zhong Mingrong was not afraid. He stood up with a smile, walked up to Zhong Zhiheng, hugged Zhong Zhiheng’s arm and twisted it: "With my father here, of course I can be shameless."

These words flattered Zhong Zhiheng greatly. As expected, Zhong Zhiheng was very happy. He reached out and hugged Zhong Mingrong on his lap. While pinching the tip of Zhong Mingrong's round nose, he said with a smile: "Huh? Say it. Come on, you are acting shamelessly under orders?"

"Hehe!" Zhong Mingrong chuckled, put his arms around Zhong Zhiheng's neck, and looked at Zhong Zhiheng happily with watery eyes, "I haven't seen my father for half a year, I really miss him. !"

"You can't always be so naughty. You have to go to the study from tomorrow, and you have to make up for the homework you have lost for the past six months." Zhong Zhiheng said.