The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

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In the mouth of Meiya, who was the killer of Qin's pain, although he did not say it, but everyone knew it, and for a time, everyone sighed silently.

"Please see the forty-two human lives of the Qin Clan's tragic death. Believe in your father and believe in Qin Chong. Qin Chong is willing to atone for his father in this life. Please give your Qin Clan a chance for atonement!" Then, Qin Chong tapped three more heads on the side.

For a time, everyone in the room focused on Zhong Mingwei. Zhong Mingwei looked down at the thin and poor young man in front of him, and for a while, he stood up and lifted Qin Chong: "Get up, From now on, I do n’t have to keep atonement on my lips. I should know who should atone for it. "

"Thank you, Your Highness!" Qin Chong was overjoyed, and he was so busy that Zhong Mingwei was deeply punched, "Your subordinate should be the first to die, and the dead should be the knot, in return for His Royal Highness!"

Zhong Mingwei patted Qin Chong's shoulder lightly and said: "Sit down, you are in a bad shape, don't blindly pestle."

For a time, everyone in the room let out a long sigh of relief. Gu Qingtong was more than pleased, and he was so busy that he helped Qin Chong sit down, that is, Chen Qingxuanwu concealed his face. Gu Qingtong glanced at Chen Qingxuan timidly, and Chen Qingxuan ignored her , Coldly snorted and turned his head away, Kong Wenmin was too busy patting Chen Qingxuan's shoulder, and whispered something in his ear, and then waved his hand at Gu Qingtong with a smile, indicating that it was safe, Gu Qingtong still looked Worried, nodded, then turned around.

"Even if the words are open, let's not continue to delay here, because it is not quite flat," Meiya said, looking at Pang Yi. "Pang Yi, you have to prepare, we have to keep going."

"Yes, the subordinates obey the orders." Pang Yi was so busy that he retreated with a fist.

"Sister Qingtong, you didn't eat as soon as I saw it. This is the breakfast I specially reserved for you. It's still warm. Eat it quickly," Meiya pushed the two bowls of porridge on the table, as well as the steamed buns. In front of Gu Qingtong, he looked at the thin and powerful Qin Chong again, and said to Gu Qingtong, "Mr. Qin must have been tossed about this journey. Sister Qingtong, you will take a blanket from our carriage for a while. Sitting down, I happened to bring one more. "

"Yes, thank you very much," Gu Qingtong was grateful, and he picked up the white porridge and handed it to Qin Chong. He whispered, "Hurry up."

...

Dry palace.

Five more days.

Early morning.

For all the ministers who came to the early dynasty, this day is the same as before. They wake up before dawn, and then arrive at the Qianqing Palace before Wuchang, but when they entered the palace, they found this day again. Unusually, from the palace gate to the front of the Qianqing Palace, and even inside the Qianqing Palace, there are standing guards wearing armor and holding steel knives. They stand one by one solemnly, and the silver armor reflects the Qianqing Palace. Extremely cold.

"What's wrong with this?" The ministers looked at each other, huddled together and whispered, "Did something happen in the palace last night?"

"Who knows, I found it when I entered the palace," a minister looked at the line of guards standing neatly in front of the door, and couldn't help but say, "I have encountered this for the first time after so many years in the early dynasty Great battle. "

"Bacheng is the handwriting of Long live the Lord," another minister whispered, "Maybe the murder of the four princes was solved. Long live the Lord ordered the arrest of the murderer. This is a big battle!"

"That wouldn't be necessary to mobilize so many people? The Qing Palace has been surrounded. Is it possible that the murderers of the four princes are among us?" Someone disagreed, talking while looking at him. An Zishang and Zhao Changrong, who stood in front, lowered their voices and whispered, "Maybe it's Prince Rong's handwriting."