"Could we not be so restless when we come up in the future? At least leave me a pair of trousers?" Zhong Mingwei looked hopeless, "Even underpants are fine?"
"Hahaha!" The next second, the bully master laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe.
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Jiasheng Thirty-three Years December 26th
capital.
Royal study.
Left Prime Minister Fang Zhonglian waited outside the imperial study for a long time. Only then did he see the fourth prince Zhong Mingrong come out of the imperial study with red eyes.
"I have met Mr. Zuo Xiang." Zhong Mingrongfu bowed and saluted as soon as he saw Fang Zhonglian.
Fang Zhiheng respected Fang Zhonglian very much, and used to ask Fang Zhonglian to guide the princes in their homework. Later, after Fang Zhonglian became prime minister, he no longer had the time to instruct the princes in their studies. Zhong Mingrong was young. Naturally, he had no chance to get Fang Zhonglian's advice, but he always respected Fang Zhonglian as Mr. Fang Zhonglian, and always saluted Fang Zhonglian in a proper manner.
"Although the imperial concubine died suddenly due to illness, the Fourth Highness has to take care of herself," Fang Zhonglian looked at Zhong Mingrong's obviously thinned cheeks and red eyes. Can't help but sigh. While lowering his voice, he said, "The imperial concubine passed away early, and Long Live Lord must regret it. If you always look at His Highness's expression, I'm afraid it will hurt your heart."
"Yes. Thank you, Mr. Zuo Xiang, for your teaching." Zhong Mingrong bowed deeply to Fang Zhonglian.
"Your Highness, get up quickly." Fang Zhonglian hurriedly stepped forward to help Zhong Mingrong up.
"Left Prime Minister, Lord Long Live invites you in." Zhao Ruhai opened the curtain. Said to Fang Zhonglian.
"Then I won't waste Prime Minister Zuo's time." Zhong Mingrong said hastily, and then quickly retreated.
Fang Zhonglian looked at Zhong Mingrong's disappearing figure. Couldn't help but let out a sigh, the imperial concubine died suddenly, although it was said that she died suddenly due to illness. But the birth happened on the night when the little prince died. If there is no connection between the two, who would believe it? Rao Zhong Zhiheng cared about the faces of Zhong Mingzheng and Zhong Mingrong and didn't make it public, but whether it was the former court or the harem, which one didn't have a clear eye? What's more, on the second day after the imperial concubine's sudden death, her compatriot brother and right minister Zhao Changrong was sick and bedridden, and he still couldn't get out of bed. Just like that, Long Live Lord didn't even ask a question.
The sudden death of the imperial concubine sounded the death knell for the Zhao clan, but the fourth prince who was underage was wronged. With the presence of the concubine who slaughtered the prince, his future would definitely be implicated.
"Left Prime Minister, please." Zhao Ruhai said again after sweeping the dust away.
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Royal study.
"My minister kowtows to the Lord of Long Live! Long live my emperor, long live, long live!" As soon as he entered the imperial study, Fang Zhonglian kowtowed in a hurry.
"Left Prime Minister, please flatten yourself!" Zhong Zhiheng stood up and helped Fang Zhonglian up, and while pulling Fang Zhonglian to sit down on the soft couch, he also sat down, "It's cold, it shouldn't be I asked Prime Minister Zuo to walk around, but I know that Prime Minister Zuo has been worried about the situation in the northwest, so as soon as I got the news, I immediately sent someone to announce that Prime Minister Zuo had entered the palace."
"Really?" Fang Zhonglian was startled, then straightened his back and said hastily, "Please show me, Lord Long Live."
Since King Pingxi left Beijing a month and a half ago, there has been no battle report from the Northwest. Fang Zhonglian was so concerned about the Northwest Battlefield day and night that he couldn't sleep at night.
"Please take a look at the left." Zhong Zhiheng reached out and took a memorial from the table and handed it in front of Fang Zhonglian, "Ping Xiwang's autographed memorial was sent over eight hundred li urgently, and it arrived this morning."
Fang Zhonglian tremblingly opened the thin memorial. As soon as he saw the words written inside, he was startled. He suddenly looked at Zhong Zhiheng, and then saw the complicated expression on Zhong Zhiheng's face. , the expression on his face was not much different from that of Zhong Zhiheng.