The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 235: Actually, he doesn’t have to be so difficult

www.lnmao.org, the fastest update of my beloved ugly girl, please give me more advice on the latest chapter!

Liao Chongwu avoided Zhong Ming'e's gaze, carefully wiped his wet face clean, and then wiped Zhong Ming'e's hands. After the long and slender hands were wiped clean, Liao Chongwu relaxed He spoke slowly: "The princess is not feeling well, and it is appropriate for Your Highness to go and take care of her."

"I got it, I don't need you to remind me!" His confused eyes suddenly became clear. Zhong Ming'e looked at Liao Chongwu coldly, while curling his lips sarcastically, "Please stand down, tonight I will If I want to rest in the backyard, I don’t need you to follow me.”

"Yes, my subordinates are resigning." Liao Chongwu tightly grasped the handkerchief in his hand and bowed.

Zhong Ming'e looked at him coldly, then wiped Liao Chongwu's shoulder, strode out of the study, and followed the little maid to the backyard.

Liao Chongwu stood there in a daze, watching Zhong Ming'e's thin figure gradually disappear into the thick darkness of the night. Only then did he let go of his hand that was tightly clenched, and there was a ticking sound in the palm of his hand that was scratched by nails. He was bleeding, but he couldn't feel the pain. He stared blankly at the piece of handkerchief that fell to the ground, and then slapped himself **** the face.

……

In the lonely courtyard, Liao Chongwu sat by the well, with a jar of Fenjiu at his feet, an empty bowl in his hand, and a heavy cloak on his lap. Liao Chongwu's hand gently rubbed it Wearing that cloak, just now, this cloak was still draped on Zhong Ming'e's body. The originally strong smell of wine also contained his taste. Liao Chongwu put down the empty bowl in his hand and hugged the cloak. Inside, hugging him tightly, he buried his face in the cloak, sniffed deeply, and tried hard to distinguish Zhong Ming'e's scent from it. He usually smelled agarwood incense.

In fact, how could a military general like Liao Chongwu understand these incense, but he could distinguish the smell of agarwood. He has smelled this smell for thirteen years, and it has penetrated into his bones...

After tonight, Zhong Ming'e will be a normal man, a son who will not let Concubine Shu down again, and a prince who is capable of competing with the third prince. In the near future, the second prince will The concubine will give birth to Lin'er, and the second prince, who has been infertile for a long time, can finally feel proud and proud, and can stand upright in front of the third prince.

This is what he has always wanted to see, and this is also his most ardent expectation for his master as a subordinate. But at this time, why is he so heartbroken?

When he looked up again, Liao Chongwu's eyes were slightly red. He picked up the wine jar and poured another large bowl of wine, and drank the bitter and spicy wine in one gulp. He was choked and coughed continuously for a long time. In fact, he is not a big drinker. He became the prince's personal bodyguard when he was more than ten years old. He has to be vigilant at all times. He has always been a teetotaler, so when did he start drinking?

Liao Chongwu thought about the day Zhong Ming'e left the Yanxi Palace in despair. The most proud and noble young man in the past leaned on his shoulder and cried. The good news came from the third prince's house. It is undoubtedly fatal to the prince.

"Liao Chongwu, what should I do?" On such a dark night, Zhong Ming'e asked him with red eyes, "Why is it so difficult? I thought that without Zhong Mingwei, I would be much smoother, but why is it still like this? Is it difficult?"

Actually, he doesn't have to be so difficult.

The third prince is arrogant and arrogant. Although he is of noble birth, speaking of it, he is not as lovable as the second prince in front of Long Live Lord, but so what? How could the Long Live Lord appoint a prince who was nearly thirty years old but had nothing to do with him as the crown prince?

So, it really doesn’t have to be so difficult for him, as long as he is willing to go to the backyard and accept the woman’s flesh and suppleness.

That day, from beginning to end, Liao Chongwu didn't say a word, letting Zhong Ming'e pour out his frustrations in front of him. Later, Zhong Ming'e fell asleep with tears. He sent Zhong Ming'e back to the room, and then he put on his clothes The door of the wine shop was knocked open at night, and in the sleepy eyes of the waiter, he drank a whole jar of Fenjiu.

……

Today, it is still such a dark night, and I still drink a jar of Fenjiu alone, but why is this wine so hard to swallow?

What is he doing? At this time, are you listening to Zou's heartfelt words, or are you enjoying Zou's style?

Liao Chongwu smiled bitterly, suddenly grabbed the wine jar, raised it to his head and poured it down suddenly. The cold wine poured from head to feet. He was choked and trembling all over, but in this trembling, his mind But it became clearer than ever before.