The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 1246:

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Zhong Mingwei looked at He Chengzhi's eyes full of tears, and suddenly remembered what He Chengzhi said to him in Ninggu Pagoda——

"Back then, I wrote a memorial with a few lines of inscriptions. My parents died, my brothers and sisters died and were scattered. I was the only one left alive in the whole family when I arrived at Ninggu Pagoda. I have been in poor health since I was a child, and I was not a good person for practicing martial arts. Talent, but I still don’t dare to delay for a day. I get up early and work late at night, trying to develop a strong skill, so that one day I can avenge my parents, brothers and sisters..."

"So, in order to get to the capital as soon as possible to find out the whereabouts of your sister, you gave up the opportunity to participate in the imperial examination and instead participated in the martial arts examination?" Zhong Mingwei said solemnly, looking up and down at He Chengzhi with complicated eyes. Just now The disappointment in his heart was gone now. He suddenly had a deep understanding and sympathy for He Chengzhi's change.

"Yes, Lord Long Live is wise," He Chengzhi was startled, then nodded, wiping his wet eyes and holding his lips bitterly, "To be honest, Lord Long Live, I have been influenced by my father since childhood. He is obsessed with poetry and books, and originally disdained martial arts. However, after defeating Ninggu Pagoda, his subordinates still abandoned literature and embraced martial arts. To be honest, a sinner like this subordinate, even if he is very talented, There is absolutely no way out, so what else is there to learn?" At this point, He Chengzhi curled his lips mockingly, then paused and said, "Although I think so, over the years, my subordinates have always been I couldn't really put down my poems and books, so I went to Kyaktu. Thanks to General Kyaktu's cultivation, and the golden opportunity of being granted amnesty by Lord Long Live, my subordinates felt that they could finally give up martial arts and pursue literature, and there was always a chance to show their ambitions. , General Kyaktu is also willing to subsidize part of the expenses for his subordinates to take the exam in the future, but if his subordinates want to take the exam, they will not be able to come to the capital until the year after next at the earliest." At this point, He Chengzhi sighed deeply tone, shook his head, and then continued, "But I can't wait to come to the capital to find out my sister's whereabouts. I don't know if my sister is still alive, but even if there is a little hope, I still can't wait. You can't give up. If my sister is still alive, how she has survived all these years, my subordinates dare not even think about it..."

At this point, He Chengzhi couldn't talk any more. He covered his face with his hands, his whole body twitched and couldn't stop for a long time.

Yes, if my sister was still alive, how much hardship and sin would she have endured over the years? How could a four-year-old child learn to be a slave and lie down under the palace wall little by little? Be a well-behaved and docile dog in front of others?

……

He Chengzhi simply cannot think about it. What has sustained him little by little over the years is nothing more than his parents' unavenged revenge, and his sister. Now that Zhong Mingwei has ascended the throne and the world has given him amnesty, he has inflicted it on his parents. His crime was cleared, but what about his sister? Where is she?

He Chengzhi really couldn't wait any longer. He saw that his son was already four years old. He looked at his childish and childlike smiling face all day long. His heart was as sharp as a knife. That year, his sister was only like this. When she was older, the little girl who spoke in a coquettish voice and liked to act coquettishly was suddenly thrown into the palace as a slave. She...

Can she hold on and survive?

He Chengzhi couldn't bear it. Compared with finding his sister, what does it mean to be separated from poetry and prose in this life? What were his ambitions and ambitions compared to his sister?

So, he once again gave up poetry and books. After fifteen years, he returned to the capital again. As a warrior, he overcame obstacles all the way and finally became the number one scholar in martial arts. Only then can he be able to face the saint today , the opportunity to ask Zhong Mingwei for help.

"Your sister was taken into the palace as a slave when she was four years old?" After a pause, Zhong Mingwei spoke, but his voice was a little deep.