Chapter 819

"That's right," Meiya nodded, reached around Zhong Mingwei's neck, and said hesitantly, "but if you don't want us to come back to Ninggu tower, let's stay in the capital all the time, what can you do?"

"No," Zhong Mingwei said firmly, "this time, the Empress Dowager should leave her last words on her deathbed. She has to send Ma Tong to take us to Beijing. If it's not for the Empress Dowager's intention, I can't imagine why the emperor Dowager would suddenly think of me at this time."

Yes, Zhong Zhiheng is so disgusted with him that he can even ignore his life and death. So how can he be merciful and let him go back to Beijing to mourn for the Empress Dowager and take this opportunity to wipe out all the crimes on him?

Zhong Zhiheng won't do this. He's never a king who will regret and turn back. He's not heartless, so the only possibility is that Zhong Zhiheng has agreed to the Empress Dowager's deathbed request. That's why he can't go back to Beijing for mourning. Even if the Empress Dowager is buried, he and Meiya will be driven back to ningguta.

In this way, it's not his wish to stay in the capital, and

Zhong Zhiheng is not young at all. In his early fifties, he is not strong enough, and his body and bones are going downhill. I'm afraid that all the princes in Beijing are ready to move. The lower his natural sense of existence, the better.

"That's good," Meiya said with a little peace of mind, and suddenly remembered something. "By the way, why did king Pingxi suddenly want to marry a Turkic princess? I thought... " Speaking of this, Meiya suddenly stops, and Shengsheng swallows the following sentence: "he will not marry for the sake of the true and virtuous queen for life".

"When I went back to Beijing, King Pingxi knocked down Xu's door with his own hands, and tried hard to earn me such a title as Prince Anshun. He revenged for Empress Zhenxian and ran for me. He did his best. I was afraid that the knot in his heart had been untied. Maybe he could finally open his heart," said Zhong Mingwei slowly. "I'm very glad that he could get a wife At the age of fifty, no matter how powerful he is, there should be a woman who knows both the cold and the hot. It's his blessing that he can figure it out. "

"It's a blessing for you to be able to think." Beautiful bud soft voice way.

"What can I think of that? It's none of my business, "Zhong Mingwei chuckled, but there was a voice in his heart. Is it really none of your business? Why does King Pingxi defend you? Why do you dislike you so much? You are What kind of identity is it?

"Yes, it's none of our business," Meiya said with a busy smile, holding Zhong Mingwei's face and kissing him, then said with a smile, "it's none of our business if it's not on our third acre."

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"What? Going to the capital? " Xiao'an looked at pangyi with a frightened face. "Why do you want to go to the capital all of a sudden?"

"When the Empress Dowager died, long live sent Ma Tong to take him and his wife to the capital to mourn," Pang Yi explained. Looking at xiao'an, he said with a thick face, "I have to follow him."

Pang Yi is Zhong Mingwei's personal bodyguard. He can't leave Zhong Mingwei. This little an Shi can understand, but he can't say it's hard.

"How long will it take?" Asked Ann in a deep voice.

"Once in a while, how can it take four or five months?" Pang Yi said. He looked at xiao'an's head bowed, but he didn't feel the same. He sat down, reached out and pulled her into his arms, let her sit on her leg, and then whispered, "or you will follow along?"

"No way..." Xiao'an hurriedly shook his head and said, "it's just madam. Her appearance has changed so much that no one can recognize her. If I return to Beijing, I'm afraid I will be recognized."