The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 169: It’s too late

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Pang Yi had been hanging out in the mountains all day. When A Chou finally went out, he hurriedly carried four large bags over the wall into the small courtyard.

"Who?" Zhong Mingwei has always had a good ear, and he and A Chou have always been the only two people on this mountain, so when he heard the strange footsteps, Zhong Mingwei suddenly became alert, and he picked it up casually. There was a fire fork on the ground, and before my waist straightened up, I heard a "Zhila" sound, and the door had been pushed open from the outside.

"Your Highness!" Pang Yifu's eyes suddenly turned red as soon as he saw Zhong Mingwei. The prince, who used to be so handsome and aloof, was now slumped on the dirty earthen bed with a mouth full of steam. There was a steaming cauldron, and there was a pile of firewood piled at the door of the room, and the noble prince of his family was wearing this semi-new azurite coat and was holding a fire fork in his hand.

"Pang Yi, why are you here? Aren't you in southern Xinjiang?" Zhong Mingwei was also startled, threw away the fire fork in his hand, and asked anxiously, "Did the Queen Mother ask you to come?"

"Yes, I have been ordered by the Empress Dowager to come to Ninggu Pagoda to visit His Highness." Pang Yi was so busy that he took a deep breath, held back his tears, and immediately handed over the four large burdens he was carrying. He placed it on the ground, then knelt on his knees, and kowtowed three times to Zhong Mingwei. When he raised his head again, Pang Yi's eyes were even redder, "Your Highness, I came here late, and you have been wronged..."

"Why are you not Your Highness? I am just a commoner now," Zhong Mingwei curled his lips sarcastically, reached out and patted Pang Yi on the shoulder and said, "Sit over here and have a good chat with me. ”

"Yes," Pang Yi stood up in a hurry, hurriedly sat on the kang, stretched out his hand to hold Zhong Mingwei's hand, and said, "My subordinates heard in southern Xinjiang that His Highness was seriously injured. It may be difficult to recover, but I didn’t expect His Highness to recover so quickly. He must be blessed by heaven. I am really sad and happy.”

"What's wrong with recovery? I still can't get off the ground now," Zhong Mingwei said lightly, while patting his legs, he said to Pang Yi sullenly, "There's nothing else, except these two legs. It feels like noodles and I can’t exert any energy, and I don’t know if it’s because I was tortured in the clan’s mansion at that time.”

"How dare the people of the Zongren Mansion use such a severe punishment on His Highness?!" Pang Yi was shocked and angry, and his eyes almost popped out, "Although the Zongren Mansion has the power to control the royal family, But most of them are just confinement and preaching. Even if the punishment is really used, it is just perfunctory. How dare they really attack Fengzi Longsun?!"

"It can be seen that they have received the holy decree from Lord Long Live." Zhong Mingwei said calmly.

"How could Lord Long Live..." Pang Yi said with a frown. He looked at Zhong Mingwei's indifferent expression and hesitated, but finally spoke, "I know that Lord Long Live has always disliked His Highness. But after all, Her Highness is the Queen Mother's most beloved eldest grandson, and it was also the New Year's Eve, and the Queen Mother was in the palace. Even if Long Live Lord really wanted to execute His Highness, she would not alarm the Queen Mother, so the subordinates thought that this was not possible. The meaning of long live the Lord."

"You mean there is someone else? That's right. I am such a target for people to hate me. I don't know how many people have hated me over the years." Zhong Mingwei said slowly, while supporting his body with both hands, he climbed to the Kangtou took two bowls from the stove, opened the lid, scooped two bowls of tea from the big pot, and handed one bowl to Pang Yi.

Pang Yi looked at Zhong Mingwei's quick movements, and then looked at the large porcelain bowl in his hand. His nose suddenly felt sore. He was so busy that he picked up the large porcelain bowl and clattered it. I drank all the tea inside.

"Is the water here delicious? It's sweeter than the water in the capital." Zhong Mingwei drank the tea while looking at it, and then took a sip from the large porcelain bowl. If it weren't for the ugly tea in his hand, The large porcelain bowl and the gray wall behind him actually make it a very pleasing picture of a young man drinking tea.