He loves Xu Siyao, but with Xu Siyao, he has never had the joy of being a husband. Cui Shi is also a wooden pile who doesn't understand customs and only knows three obediences and four virtues, but with Zhao Shi, he has tasted the sweetness of a young couple bit by bit. At that time, he really doted on Mrs. Zhao. It is not an exaggeration to say that Liugong Fendai has no color. Then the next year, the Zhao family gave birth to Zhong Mingzheng, and then. He was not ambiguous, and when Mingzheng was full moon, he would make Zhao Shi, who was only seventeen years old, his concubine.
He likes Zhao Shi. So naturally he also likes Mingzheng. Naturally, Ming Wei couldn't drink Ming Zhengbi, and Ming'e's body was so poor, so for Zhong Ming Zheng who was in good health. He has great expectations. If Mrs. Zhao has always been that delicate and painful girl. He would send Zhong Mingzheng into the East Palace all the way, but gradually. He found that the Zhao family had changed, and even the Zhao family behind her had also changed. He couldn't help but be surprised, from the Zhao family who only knew how to bow their heads to solve his problems and block the bad name and insults, gradually becoming a huge family second only to the Xu family. He couldn't help but have a grudge against Mrs. Zhao, and when he faced Mrs. Zhao again, he lost his original intention. He looked at her with the eyes of a god-king, and this already suspicious heart became more and more cold and hard When he got up, even the eyes that looked at Zhong Mingzheng gradually became more alienated. Compared with the healthy and ambitious Zhong Mingzheng, he gradually preferred the indecisive and controllable Zhong Ming'e, and as he grew older, this alienation and liking Gradually it became deeply rooted.
"Long live, the ministers and concubines were indeed wronged, it was... framed by someone with a heart, just like... the queen who was framed by the Wu family back then, long live, the concubines... did something wrong all these years... It's a small matter, I don't ask you to forgive me, but... But I can't just let people throw this kind of sewage, long live God... I think it's because my concubine has served you for many years, please... I beg you to trust my concubine again Once," that hand climbed tremblingly along Zhong Zhiheng's calf, and finally reached the man's knee, on the gorgeous and complicated golden armor, the blood dots were too glaring, the pale With his hand, he patted the man's knee lightly, like a magnolia flower about to wither on the branch. After a long while without Zhong Zhiheng's reply, Zhao's heart was ashamed, and now he choked up and said, "Long live Lord!" It is not a pity for the concubine to die, if it is because of the concubine... that it affects the reputation of Ming Zheng and Ming Rong, Lord Long Live... Lord Long Live must feel sorry for him, and Lord Long Live must take care of Ming Zheng and Ming Rong..."
"If Mingzheng and Mingrong hadn't been taken into consideration, I would have thrown you into the clan's mansion directly," Zhong Zhiheng looked at the hand in disgust. The slender jade fingers of a girl in the past were now wearing noble and gorgeous armor. Also stained with glaring blood, the woman in front of her was no longer the sixteen-year-old girl who cried aggrievedly because of the cold wind. He really didn't want to look at her again, so he stood up immediately and said slowly , "Imperial concubine Zhao, who is vicious, cruel and jealous, bestows a white silk."
"Concubine... Thank you Lord Long En." No more crying, no more tears, Zhao said in a hoarse voice, while reaching out to wipe off the blood on his face, straightening his messy hair, and then kowtowed deeply at Zhong Zhiheng.
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December 18th, Jiasheng Thirty-three Years
Ning Guta.
Nanshan Bieyuan.
"Mr. Chen, eat at home before leaving." Meiya came to the front yard early in the morning, and saw Chen Qingxuan came to the house under heavy snow. Needless to say, he must have come to ask Ding Yunwen for advice again. , when he walked to the porch, Meiya went over to pat the snow on his body in a hurry, and at the same time babbled, "I asked you to stay for dinner yesterday, but you can't keep it, so our job will be served." table, you are leaving in a hurry, it is really annoying, do you think my craftsmanship is not as good as Grandma Chen, or are you worried that our family is poor, and you are afraid that you will be empty?"