Chapter 783

"Long live Ye is right," said Fang Zhonglian, pondering again after a pause. "So it seems that Zhao's family is doomed."

Zhong Zhiheng didn't speak, but looked down at the green and transparent emerald fingers on his thumb. After a while, he said softly, "since King Pingxi has made up his mind to be the son-in-law of the Turks, the prince of Anxian is staying in Ninggu tower. Then it's time for us to mention the old things."

Fang Zhonglian was stunned, and then whispered, "long live Is it a case of 20 years? "

"The 20-year-old case was initiated by Zhao Changrong. After so many years, it has a beginning and an end." Said Zhong Zhiheng with a sneer.

"Yes, long live a wise man." Fang Zhonglian stood up and bowed to Zhong Zhiheng.

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Rongqin palace.

Study.

Since the next morning, when he returned to the palace, Zhong Mingzheng locked himself in his study, and then drank one cup after another. These days, he came here like this. When he came back from the previous morning, he was drunk, and then he went to sleep in the dark. The next day, he went into the palace with a smell of wine. He knew that Zhong Zhiheng must have opinions on himself, and that Zhong Minge must be watching His own joke, but he just couldn't help it. His mother and concubine were killed overnight, and they were also crowned with the reputation of killing the prince. What could he think? What can we do? Is it difficult to question Zhong Zhiheng?

He can't, so he can only hide in his own house and pour himself one cup after another.

Yeah, what a loser! His mother died in an unknown way. He is a son who dare not fart! I dare not cry, but I can only numb myself with wine in one mu and three parts of my land. Is there anyone more wimpy than him?

"Lord, you can't drink any more! Lord! Stop! " Hearing that Zhong Mingzheng is drinking again, Da'an hurriedly rushes over from the front yard. As soon as he enters the door, he looks at Zhong Mingzheng slumped on the ground, holding the wine pot in one hand and the glass in the other. At present, he is in a hurry and pours a cup of tea. Then he goes to hand over Zhong Mingzheng, frowning at the same time. "I know that the imperial concubine died suddenly , you must be depressed, but if you go on like this, the father will be angry. At that time, the father must punish you...... "

"Go away!" Zhong Mingzheng roars, pushing Da'an to the ground, regardless of the hot tea pouring on Da'an's face. Zhong Mingzheng holds the soft couch, stands up obliquely across the ground, and looks at Da'an, who covers his face and screams on the ground. The more disgusted he looks, the more he kicks it up, the more he scolds, "you are so disgusted Bitch! How dare you not look down on me and my mother! With the support of the father and the emperor, isn't it?! Oh, I'm sorry you're not two days a day! But you are always in front of the king. That's good! I'll give you a good time today! So that you can come back to the king later! "

"Ah! Help! help! Lord! Stop it! Stop! " Da'an rolled on the ground to avoid Zhong Mingzheng's fists and kicks, but how could she defeat a drunk man as a woman? Seeing that they have all climbed to the corner of the wall, there is no way to escape. Da'an stands up against the wall with his back straight against the wall, and watches in horror the man who stumbles towards him step by step. She watches Zhong Mingzheng stop in front of her, and then raises the wine pot in his hand high, and it will crash down his head

"Bang!"

With a dull voice, the wine pot in Zhong Mingzheng's hand fell on the carpet, rolled a few rolls, and the liquor was wet on a carpet, and then, immediately, Zhong Mingzheng suddenly fell back to the ground.

Da'an's eyes were wide open and she gasped for breath. After a while, she came back to her senses. She looked at the man who fell in front of her. She looked at the pomegranate wrapped gold wire hairpin that was inserted into his chest. Suddenly her legs were soft and she sat on the ground.