The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 421: The song ends and people disperse

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Zhong Ming'e looked at Liao Chongwu intently. As he watched, the tears in his eyes accumulated more and more, and finally burst out of his eyes. He clutched Liao Chongwu's hand tightly and cried out in a depressed and sad voice: "There is no chance. , Liao Chongwu, we have no chance..."

"Why is there no chance?!" Liao Chongwu held his shoulders and shook him vigorously, "Zhong Ming'e, as long as you nod and agree, I will take you away. Let's go to a place where no one knows us. Let's forget In this imperial city, forget all the people and things in this imperial city, and forget the past. Let’s start over and be a free couple..."

"Stop talking! Stop talking about this!" Zhong Ming'e collapsed and pushed Liao Chongwu to the ground. He cried, "We have no chance! There is no chance at all! Today, I step out of this In this imperial city, tomorrow, the mother and concubine will be killed, and there are more than a hundred members of the Cui family! Not only that, but also the Zou family! How can I bear these sins?!" Zhong Ming'e wailed, and suddenly covered his head again He sobbed softly with a stern face, "Liao Chongwu, I am no longer the young prince who has nothing to do and is dispensable. Today, I am Prince Hui. What burdens I carry, you... how can you not know ?"

Liao Chongwu sat on the ground, staring straight at Zhong Ming'e, as if he wanted to see this face into his own bones. After a while, he turned his head and started to pick up the chess pieces that had fallen to the ground. , he carefully picked up the white jade chess pieces one by one, put them into the chess box, and then placed them on the table.

"Your Highness," Liao Chongwu walked up to Zhong Ming'e, knelt on his knees and kowtowed three times to him, "take care."

"You..." Zhong Ming'e looked at the man kneeling in front of him, his lips were trembling, and he could no longer make a sound.

"Tomorrow, my subordinates will set off for the imperial mausoleum. From now on..." Liao Chongwu raised his eyes and looked at Zhong Ming'e, while continuing, "I'm afraid it will be difficult to serve His Highness. The high guards who entered the palace with my subordinates are very skilled. He is no worse than his subordinates, and he is very respectful to His Highness. I am bold enough to ask Your Highness to leave a bodyguard to serve you personally."

"Okay, I promise you." Zhong Ming'e said hoarsely.

"Thanks to His Highness for many years of love." As he said this, Liao Chongwu kowtowed to Zhong Ming'e again. When he looked up again, his forehead was already red, and even his eyes were red. "My subordinates say goodbye. ”

"Liao Chongwu..." Zhong Ming'e called, but he didn't know what to say. Yes, what could he say at this time?

"My subordinates retire." Liao Chongwu stood up and retreated respectfully.

When the tall and generous figure disappeared into the dark night, Zhong Ming'e sat down on the ground, tears falling down like cracklings, dampening the vermilion carpet.

……

The fourth day of April in the 33rd year of Jiasheng

Ninggu Pagoda.

Meiya got up early. She was going down the mountain today, so she washed and cooked early.

"What's the big deal? Do you have to go down the mountain?" Zhong Mingwei ate the hot pot noodles with a look of displeasure on his face, "Can't we wait until Pang Yi comes back and let him do it?"

"It's too late," Meiya picked up a chopstick of tofu for Zhong Mingwei and whispered with lowered eyes, "I want to go to the street to buy some paper money and incense candles."

Zhong Mingwei was startled and nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, I didn't think carefully. I must buy this, and buy the best and most expensive one."

Zhong Mingwei scolded himself in his heart silently. Tomorrow is the Qingming Festival, so why doesn’t he remember? Meiya's parents left early to catch up with the Qingming Festival, so they naturally had to pay homage. He, who spends all day with Meiya, didn't even think of this. It's outrageous. Meiya must be feeling special. Are you angry?

Meiya did not glare, but held her lips together and looked at Zhong Mingwei: "What's the difference between good and bad? I'm just trying my best."

"Then we must do our best and the most precious thing," Zhong Mingwei was busy thinking about remedying the situation and continued, "When we get married in the future, we will build a mourning hall in the house specifically to worship our parents."

"No, just burn some paper money during Qingming Festival. I don't think much of it," Meiya said softly, while eating a chopstick of noodles, she added, "Besides, I don't even know what my parents' names are. If we don’t even know, how can we set up a mourning hall? Do we need to enshrine two empty tablets?"