The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 171: Are you willing

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"But Your Highness..." Pang Yi cried. The appearance of a thirty-year-old man crying was really not very good. "I will never ask for the blessing of marrying a wife and having children in this life. I am willing to follow Your Highness! Your Highness, just let your subordinates stay by your side, as you feel sorry for them!"

"No," Zhong Mingwei's face suddenly turned cold. He faced the heartbroken Pang Yi with a cold face, "If you stay, there is no guarantee that you will not be recognized. The Queen Mother is worried about her grandson and sent someone to come and take a look. It looks like everything is fine, but what if that person stays and refuses to leave? Is it because the Xu family has infiltrated Ning Guta, or is it that the deposed prince like me has not cleaned up the poison? Pang Yi, you are so stupid Do you think I'm not miserable enough? Do you want to drag me into even more misery?"

"Your Highness!" Pang Yi suddenly stopped crying and looked straight at Zhong Mingwei with his blood-red eyes. Then he wiped his face suddenly, got off the kang, knelt on the ground, and respectfully gave Zhong Mingwei After kowtowing three times, when he spoke again, his voice had returned to calmness, but it was still full of hoarseness, "I just overstepped my bounds and spoke without restraint. Please forgive me, Your Highness."

Zhong Mingwei didn't look at him anymore. He turned his head to one side and squinted at the steam on the stove. He didn't know what he was thinking. After a while, he closed his eyes.

Before Zhong Mingwei could speak, Pang Yi's straight back slowly drooped. He stood up silently, then brought in several baggage on the ground, placed them at the end of the kang one by one, and then faced Zhong Mingwei's back. He said back: "Your Highness, here are two quilts, chilblain medicine, two large bags of medicinal materials, and five hundred taels of silver. I came in a hurry this time and didn't bring all the things I brought. I will bring more when I come next time." Come here."

Zhong Mingwei still said nothing, and Pang Yi didn't say anything more. He stood in front of the kang in a daze for a while, and then he bowed deeply to Zhong Mingwei's back: "Your Highness, please take care of me. I will resign now. ”

After saying that, Pang Yi strode out of the room, but stopped again in front of the door. He looked back at Zhong Mingwei, who was leaning on the quilt with his eyes closed and concentrating. His lips trembled, as if he was a little nervous. It was hard for him to say the words. He hesitated for a while, but finally spoke: "Your Highness, are you really willing? You have set up a trap for so many years, are you really willing to just watch your achievements fall short? Over the years, you have suffered With such a conspiracy and frame-up, do you really not intend to pay for it with blood? Your Highness, please forgive me for speaking frankly, this is not the place you should stay, and this is not the path you should choose. Your Highness, are you really willing to do this?"

There was no reply, but Pang Yi didn't seem to expect Zhong Mingwei to really answer. After speaking, he opened the door and left.

It wasn't until Pang Yi's footsteps completely disappeared that the man who had been closing his eyes to rest opened his eyes. His deep eyes stared unblinkingly at the curling white air in front of him. He stretched out his hand and felt As the hot white air flowed through his fingertips, the white air finally turned into a layer of cold, moist water. Gradually, the wet hand suddenly clenched into a fist.

Are you willing?

So many of his subordinates have been in the army for more than ten years for him. From a handsome young man to a middle-aged man like Pang Yi, who dare not get married, the northern Xinjiang is bitterly cold and the southern Xinjiang The scorching heat, the flashes of swords, and the lack of regrets, it was always for him.

Can you really be willing to do this?

On New Year's Eve, a fire almost killed him. If the unlucky girl hadn't dragged him out later, he would have died in the fire.

On another New Year's Eve, a glass of wine took away his mind, but the majestic Prince of the East Palace danced his sword in front of the emperor, and even knocked down the tablet of the Zhenxian Queen. What followed was the king's anger. When he finally woke up, he had already As far away as Ning Guta, he was still a half-dead paralytic.

How many ambushes and plots has he suffered over the years? Even he himself can't count how many times he has walked on the edge of a knife. From the day he was born, it was destined that his father was not an ordinary father, his grandmother was not an ordinary grandmother, and he was destined not to be an ordinary grandmother in this life. Ordinary.