The Emperor's Beloved Ugly Girl

Zhong Mingwei looked at he Chengzhi's tears and suddenly remembered what he Chengzhi had said to him in ningguta --

"in those days, when he wrote several lines of Zhupai together, my father and mother died, my brother and sister died, and I was the only one in the whole family who lived to ningguta. I was not good at martial arts since I was young, but I dare not spend a day Put it aside, be greedy in the morning and be greedy in the dark. I just want to develop a good skill so that I can avenge my parents, brothers and sisters someday... "

"So, in order to get to the capital as soon as possible to check your sister's whereabouts, you gave up the opportunity to participate in the imperial examination, but participated in the military examination?" Zhong Mingwei said in a deep voice, looking up and down at he Chengzhi. He was disappointed with the idea just now, but it was gone. He suddenly had a deep understanding and sympathy for the change of he Chengzhi.

"Yes, long live a wise man," he Chengzhi said, nodding his head, wiping his wet eyes and holding his lips bitterly. "To be honest, long live a wise man. His subordinates were influenced by their father, absorbed in poetry and books, and didn't care about martial arts. However, since they beat Ninggu pagoda, their subordinates have abandoned literature and followed martial arts. To be honest, it's a crime like this Ministers, even if they are talented, have no way out, so what else can they learn? " Speaking of this, he Chengzhi made a mockery of himself, and then he paused and said, "although I think so, I haven't really put down my poems and books in recent years. Later, I went to Qiaktu. Thanks to the cultivation of general Qiaktu, I got the golden opportunity of the world's amnesty. I think I can finally abandon my martial arts, and I will have a chance to show my ambition. Chuck General Tu is willing to help his subordinates pay for the exam. But if they want to take part in the exam, they will come to the capital as soon as the next year. "He Chengzhi sighed deeply, shook his head, and then continued," but I can't wait to come to the capital to check my sister's whereabouts. I don't know if my sister is still in the world, even if there is one My subordinates can't give up any hope. If my sister is still alive, how she has survived these years, I dare not think about it... "

Speaking of this, he Chengzhi can't say any more. He covers his face with his hands, and his whole body twitches for a long time.

Yes, if her sister is still alive, how many hardships and sins should she suffer in these years? How can a four-year-old learn to be a slave under the palace wall, and how to lie down in front of the noble people and be a clever and docile dog?

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He Chengzhi can't think about it at all. In the past few years, what has sustained him is nothing more than his parents' unrequited revenge and his younger sister. Now Zhong Mingwei has been granted a general amnesty and the crimes imposed on his parents have been cleared. But what about his younger sister? Where is she?

He Chengzhi can't wait any longer. He sees his son is four years old and looks at his son's smiling face all day. His heart is like a knife. That year, his younger sister is just a little older. The girl who speaks with milk and milk and likes to be coquettish most is suddenly put into the palace as a slave. She

Can she survive?

He Chengzhi can't stand it. Compared with finding his younger sister, what is the fate of his life to be separated from poetry? What is his ambition compared with his sister?

Therefore, he once again gave up the book of songs. Fifteen years later, he returned to the capital once again. As a warrior, he fought all the way and finally became the champion of the martial arts. Then he had the opportunity to face the saint today and ask Zhong Mingwei for help.

"Your sister was not enslaved to the court at the age of four?" After a pause, Zhong Mingwei opened his mouth, but his voice was a little heavy.