The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 992: Yes, there is no turning back

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"Then you still have to be careful. I've been very upset these past two days," Meiya sighed softly, paused, and then raised her head, her dark eyes looking straight. Looking at Zhong Mingwei, "Mingwei, is it because you have entered the palace gate today that we can never look back?"

Zhong Mingwei was startled. He really didn't expect Meiya to ask this. After a pause, Zhong Mingwei nodded: "Yes, I can never look back, girl, if you regret it, I will..."

"No, I won't regret it," Meiya shook her head resolutely and said in a deep voice, "He can even attack his own brother, not to mention he has always been hostile to you. If he does it seriously, If you become the emperor, we are afraid that we will follow in the footsteps of the fourth prince. Mingwei, rather than being strangled to death by cowardly people with bowstrings, it is better to give it a try now."

After a long moment of silence, Zhong Mingwei suddenly smiled at Meiya: "Wait for me to come back."

"Well, I'll make a pot of white fungus and mung bean porridge waiting for you." Meiya also laughed, her eyes curled up in laughter.

Zhong Mingwei didn't say anything more, gently caressed the girl's cheek, then turned around and walked down the steps. He was helped by Pang Yi into the carriage. The horse roared and ran forward. Meiya stood in front of the door. Her eyes followed the carriage for a long time, until the carriage turned and disappeared around the corner, and then she turned around and went back to her house.

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Yangxin Hall.

When Zhong Mingwei arrived, Zhong Zhiheng was drinking medicine.

"Long live Lord, Prince An is here," Zhao Ruhai walked to the soft couch, bowed and reported to Zhong Zhiheng, "Long live Lord, would you like to invite Prince An to come in now?"

"Well," Zhong Zhiheng put down the medicine bowl, frowned and rinsed his mouth, then said to Zhao Ruhai, "Let Prince An come in."

"Yes, I obey my order." Zhao Ruhai bowed and left in a hurry. After a while, Zhong Mingwei came in.

"I have met my father, and I respectfully wish my father to be in peace!" Zhong Mingwei walked to Zhong Zhiheng, knelt on his knees, and kowtowed.

"Okay, get up," Zhong Zhiheng said slowly, looking at Zhong Mingwei kneeling in front of him. Seeing Zhong Mingwei stand up, he spoke again, "Mingwei, go get me a cup of tea. ”

As soon as these words fell, both Zhong Mingwei and Zhao Ruhai were startled. Zhong Zhiheng had always been fierce and cold, and he was rarely so gentle to the prince, let alone Zhong Mingwei, who had always hated him.

"Yes, I obey my orders."

After being stunned for a moment, Zhong Mingwei bowed and followed Zhao Ruhai to the long table of Jinsi Nan beside the wall. His eyes wandered over the row of more than a dozen tea jars, and finally landed on "Meng "Capstone Flower" on the top, then opened the lid, took out the tea leaves with a teaspoon and put it into the teapot, then poured in hot water, and then made a cup of tea. He held it with both hands and respectfully delivered it to Zhong Zhiheng: "Father, Emperor Please."

Zhong Zhiheng looked at Zhong Mingwei, who had a respectful and steady face, and the cup of tea handed to him, with a trace of satisfaction on his face. He reached out to take the tea cup and said with a smile: "This is Mingwei's first time. Make me some tea."

"My father is not good at my craftsmanship, please forgive me." Zhong Mingwei bowed.

"No matter how bad the tea is, it is still the tea made by my son," Zhong Zhiheng held his lips and smiled, while raising his chin to Zhong Mingwei, "Sit down and talk."

"Thank you, Father," Zhong Mingwei sat down in front of Zhong Zhiheng. He felt that Zhong Zhiheng was too strange today, or that Zhong Zhiheng had become particularly strange since he returned to Beijing this time. Zhong Zhiheng never smiled at him. However, in the past, he tried his best to get Zhong Zhiheng's approval and smile, but he never got it. Now, he has done nothing but clumsily made a cup of tea, and Zhong Zhiheng showed him He was smiling, and his smile was so loving, just like an ordinary father who loved his son too much. But when Zhong Mingwei looked at such a gentle smile, he felt creepy and on pins and needles. After a pause, he said, "My son, what are you doing these days?" I am unable to enter the palace to pay my respects to my father, so I ask your forgiveness."