The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

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"Okay, I will remember it for a lifetime," Zhong Mingwei said as he leaned over to kiss the lips of Meimei Bu, and said slowly, "Even if I die, I will bring it into the coffin."

"Then bring me in at that time, I used to listen to the drama, and there is a drama in it that I can't remember, but I know that meaning," Meiya blinked her eyes, and looked at him in the blink of an eye. The man's eyes are full of affectionate words, "Life, we two fell asleep on the Kang, and died, we lay in a pit."

"Sleeping together, dead at the same point," the next second, Zhong Mingwei kissed Meiya's back and kissed again. "Girl, marry me soon."

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Jiasheng 33rd April 1st

That night.

Jingshi.

King Hui County.

In accordance with established practice, on the eve of Ching Ming every year, the Royal Forest Corps will send a group of new guards to the emperor ’s mausoleum to replace last year ’s guards. This is the same this year. A guard should go to the emperor's tomb to show the respect and filial piety of the two princes.

The candidate appointed by Huijun Wang is Liao Chongwu.

As soon as Liao Chongwufu got the letter, the whole person froze, and then rushed straight into the study in the front yard. At that time, Zhong Minge was sitting on a soft couch drinking tea, and a chess set was placed on the table. He was blinking. He stared at the chessboard and heard the movement. He turned to look at Liao Chongwu, who was angry, and then said slowly, "You are here."

It seemed that he knew Liao Chongwu came back early in the morning, and he seemed to be waiting for Liao Chongwu early in the morning.

"Come here, play chess with me," Zhong Ming'e turned his head, poured a cup of tea, and put it across, "Old rules, you go first with red chess."

Liao Chongwu looked at his lukewarm appearance, and the suffocating fire became more and more nowhere to go. He stood there for a while, and he walked slowly to the soft couch and sat down.

"Go chess." Zhong Ming'e finger nodded on the small table, urging Liao Chongwu.

Liao Chongwu glanced at him, then left the gun.

"Sure enough, it's still the head gun," Zhong Minge lightly hooked his lips, while he was on the official, and then said, "Every time you take the head gun, you must lose, but the next time you still have to shoot, you said Why do n’t you have a memory? "

"How about you? Not every time you are an official," Liao Chongwu said coldly, "Isn't it the same routine that hasn't changed for more than ten years?"

"Yeah, I don't have a long memory," Zhong Ming'e said lightly with his head down, and took a sip of tea while slowly whispering, "You already know?"

"Know what?" Liao Chongwu's tone was very aggressive, and he looked at Zhong Ming's sarcastically. "Do you know that your Highness has begun to remember? Or do I know that my piece can finally roll off the chessboard ?!"

"You are not a chess piece, never was," Zhong Ming'e stared straight at the fiery red cannon, while muttering, "I have a lot of chess pieces, but you are not."

"Then what am I?" Liao Chongwu suddenly overturned the chessboard, and the angry lion generally roared at Zhong Ming'e. "If you let me play, I will play! Let me roll down, I will have to roll away!" This is not a pawn? What is it? You? Tell me, what is it that I am not a pawn? "

"You know!" Zhong Ming raised his face sternly and looked at Liao Chongwu with his wet eyes. He tried to hide his grievance and helplessness, but his eyes were still wet. He bit his lip and looked at the angry Liao Chongwu with tears in his eyes. When I spoke again, the voice was already choked up, "Liao Chongwu, are you going well? Don't you stay in Beijing?"

"Why ... I have to go?" Liao Chongwu couldn't catch fire for such a pair of eyes. He sullenly pulled his shoulders and walked to Zhong Ming'e. He held Zhong Ming's hand in both hands and gritted his teeth. "Why do you want me to leave?"