Chapter 728

"Long live!" Zhao suddenly called out in a low voice, she was really worried. She wanted to take this opportunity to rest Da'an. How could she know that Zhong Zhiheng was merciful? Naturally, she was a little worried. At present, she cast a lukewarm look at Zhong Zhiheng, but she didn't dare to say anything. After a pause, she continued in a low voice, "Zhao is still waiting."

Hearing this, Zhong Zhiheng looked at Zhao Xuantong, who had been kneeling on the ground with a pale face, and said in a light tone: "Zhao Xuantong is no harm to the goddaughter, and he will also be punished for three years."

As soon as Zhong Zhiheng's words fell, all the people in the room were stunned. Especially Zhao Xuantong's face became whiter. His lips trembled so much that he seemed to want to distinguish a few words for himself, but he still didn't open his mouth. At present, he kowtowed: "I'm obeying, thank you for your grace."

"All right, let's go down," said Zhong Zhiheng lightly, rising up and walking to Zhong Mingzheng's face, kicking him with his feet, and saying in a cold voice, "you should kneel like this."

"Yes, my son obeys." Zhong Mingzheng is busy kowtowing.

At present, a group of people with different thoughts all quit the Royal study. For a while, only Zhong Zhiheng and Zhong Mingzheng were left in the room.

"Mingzheng, why did I want to abolish the prince?" After Zhong Zhiheng went to the Dragon case, he sat down, took one of the memorials and opened it. He opened it slightly.

"If you go back to your father and emperor, it's disrespectful for the old prince to be disrespectful before the emperor after drinking," said Zhong Mingzheng with great care. "And the old son's past is full of bad deeds..."

"What's wrong with it?" Zhong Zhiheng sneers and looks up at Zhong Mingwei. "How can he be so bad? Is it comparable to you? "

"Father, calm down!" Zhong Mingzheng was shocked. He didn't know what Zhong Zhiheng meant, but he also knew that Zhong Zhiheng was angry.

"Mingzheng, you are not a muddleheaded person, so don't go the old way of dismissing the prince," said Zhong Zhiheng lightly, closing the memorial. "No matter when, you should remember that you are my prince, you are the Phoenix son and the Dragon grandson. In the end, Zhao family is your servant, and you must not let the servant kick his nose on his face. Are you clear?"

"Yes, my son understands." Zhong Mingzheng is busy kowtowing. At last, he understands the meaning of Zhong Zhiheng. He and the imperial concubine are dissatisfied with each other. Naturally, they want to marry each other. Zhao is the first choice. If they can marry each other, Zhao will try their best to help him. Therefore, all the girls in Zhao's family selected by the imperial concubine live in his outer house Meaning, he knows it from the bottom of his heart, but now looking at Zhong Zhiheng's reaction, he only feels that his pocket has been splashed with cold water.

Zhong Zhiheng can't even hold Xu's door. How can he keep his eyes on Zhao's door, which is on the emperor's son and the harem all the time?

He is really confused.

……

Jiasheng's cold clothes festival was held on the first day of October 33.

Ningguta.

Nanshan bieyuan.

Zhong Mingwei never dreamed that he would see Ding Yunwen in ningguta, or on such a day.

Gu Changlin is a little abnormal these two days. He used to like the old man who lived at home drinking a little wine and singing a little song, but he always likes to run out these two days.

"Mingwei, Mr. Gu has gone out again." when Meiya came back from the front yard, her face was not very good. She took off her heavy cotton padded clothes and complained to Zhong Mingwei. "It's snowing today. It's slippery on the ground. I don't know where he's gone again."

Ningguta has been in winter since September. It's snowing today.

"Don't worry about him, he's not a kid. He has a number in his mind," said Zhong Mingwei, taking over Meiya's cotton padded clothes and handing over a cup of longan red jujube tea that was steaming. "He's going to have a warm drink."

"It snowed earlier this year, and later last year," Meiya took over the tea and took a sip. There was a sweet taste of red dates in the tea. She smiled at Zhong Mingwei. "Do you remember the first snow last year?"

"Do you remember?" Zhong Mingwei also held a cup of tea, squinted at Meiya, and smiled, "last year, when it snowed for the first time, my little girl Baba helped me out to enjoy the snow, and then asked if I could marry her, hehe, I remember clearly."