Chapter 747

Zhong Zhiheng looks at Zhao Changrong's figure in disgust and disappears outside the curtain. How could a lady with such a cautious character send persimmon cakes to Hui's concubine? Why did the rumour spread in the capital that Princess Hui was a broken sleeve suddenly? Zhong Zhiheng was not a fool. Although Zhao family was cautious and specifically chose Dai Jingfeng to die before he had a life, but the royal guards are the royal guards. It's hard not to say that without Dai Jingfeng, they would be blind?

Therefore, Zhong Zhiheng is very clear about who is responsible for his troubles. It's just that he has brought down Xu family. If he starts to deal with Zhao family at this time, he will inevitably lose the reputation of being mean and ungrateful, and it's the end of the year. Moreover, the collapse of Zhao family must involve Zhong Mingzheng and Zhong Mingrong, the two princes. The most important thing is that if he leads

Who acquiesced in Zhao Changrong's 20-year-old case.

Therefore, Zhong Zhiheng can only endure for a while.

"Long live," Zhao Ruhai came in with a curtain. "The fourth prince asked for an interview."

Zhong Zhiheng was stunned, then he put down the memorial in his hand and nodded: "Xuan."

"Father!"

As soon as the voice fell, without waiting for Zhao Ruhai to turn around, a half-year-old young man rushed in. The young man had a beautiful appearance and inherited the white and smooth skin of the imperial concubine. His facial features were eight points similar to those of Zhong Zhiheng. It was Zhong Mingrong, the fourth prince.

At this time, Zhong Mingrong was walking towards Zhong Zhiheng step by step, and did not kowtow to salute. Instead, he went straight to the Dragon case of Zhong Zhiheng, and took Zhong Zhiheng's arm and threw a Jiao: "father, don't scold your son, OK?"

"Do you know that you will be scolded when you come here?" Zhong Zhiheng looked at the young man with a bluff face and said in a cold voice, "if you don't go to the study and study hard, how can you come here to me?"

"Father..." Zhong Mingrong's face was full of shame and guilt. He looked at Zhao Ruhai and nunuu said, "Duke Zhao, go out first. I have something to say with my father."

"Yes, I'm leaving." Zhao Ruhai is too busy to bow down.

"What kind of whisper do you have to speak to me alone?" Zhong Zhiheng looks at Zhong Mingrong with a smile. He really loves Zhong Mingrong. It's not only because Zhong Mingrong is the most similar prince to him, but also because Zhong Mingrong's share of happiness and clarity. In Zhong Mingrong's place, he, who is always poisonous and hot, can also have a kind heart. At present, Zhong Zhiheng pulls Zhong Mingrong to sit on his lap and holds the clock Mingrong's waist, with a smile, said, "let's talk about it. Here we are."

"Father, my son had a dream last night," Zhong Mingrong said in a low voice, with thick eyelashes flashing. "My son told my mother when he got up early, but her mother gave birth to atmosphere. He never allowed my son to come to the father, but my son still wanted to tell my father. So when I went to the study, my son sneaked to my father."

"You say, I listen." Zhong Zhiheng's eyes darkened.

"Father and emperor, my son dreamed of the Queen's mother," Zhong Mingrong suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhong Zhiheng with long and narrow Phoenix eyes and hidden sadness. "My son dreamed that the Queen's mother cried and cried very sad. In a place I didn't know, I could only see the snow that I couldn't see the edge, and the Queen's mother fell on the snow and cried all the time..."

"And what else?" Zhong Zhiheng's eyes are deeper. He looks at the twinkling eyes of Zhong Mingrong and asks slowly.

"No," said Zhong Mingrong, shaking his head, stretching out his hand around the neck of Zhong Zhiheng, and then he said, "the empress mother is the son's mother. The father and the emperor have taught the son-in-law to respect and honor the mother and win the birth mother. The son-in-law has always been in mind, so when I dream of the empress mother, the son-in-law rushed to tell the father and the emperor. The son-in-law knows that the father-in-law must be thinking about the empress mother, son So are the ministers... "

"Good boy," Zhong Zhiheng said casually, clapping Zhong Mingrong's hand. "Since your mother and concubine don't allow you to talk to me about this, why are you still here?"

"The son minister is the son Minister of the father and the blood of the father is flowing on him. In his heart, although the mother and the concubine are heavy, they can't even break the weight of the father." Zhong Mingrong looked at Zhong Zhiheng, with piety and awe, with childishness and solemnity, "the son minister wants to make the father happy."

"Good boy, I'm very glad," Zhong Zhiheng tried hard to circle Zhong Mingrong in his arms, then put him on the ground, and then smiled, "go to the study, don't let your mother know, go back and be scolded!"