Chapter 838

Royal study.

Zhong Zhiheng has been standing in front of the window for a long time. From today's morning, he got Ma Zhiming's report that Prince an and his wife have been restless since they came to Beijing. When Zhao Ruhai came to report that Prince an and his wife have got the carriage under the palace gate, Zhong Zhiheng began to stand in front of the window. Through the open window, he looked out of the window in a hurry Looking at him, he was not so anxious. Gradually, his heart was calmed down. He looked at the towering Palace City under the rising sun in silence.

How long hasn't he seen this magnificent palace city so quietly? He didn't remember it. He never seemed to have a good look. Even though he was born and grew up here, most of his life was spent here. In a word, this is his home. But at this time, he looked at the red walls and yellow tiles outside, the golden scales and gold armor on the cornices like flying dragons trying to climb into the cloud top, and the row of people in silver armor and steel knives before the hall The bodyguard, somehow, was exhausted.

Once, in order to become the master of the palace city, he cultivated a pair of heart of iron and stone, regardless of father son and brotherhood. Later, in order to sit in this position, his heart became colder and stiffer. In his eyes, what husband and wife and son are there? He doesn't think he's wrong, because in this palace city, there's never true feelings. Can't even the pillow side people calculate him? Can't even his mother and empress ignore him? So no matter how vicious he is, he can be forgiven. What's more, he is not rare to be understood. He is the son of the Ninth Five-Year Plan. Whoever he wants to live will live, and whoever he wants to die will die

But, he also has the regret time.

He stared out of the window, until the child 's face was revealed on the stairs, and his eyebrows and eyes just like hers were revealed. Zhong Zhiheng took a deep breath at the moment. He stared at Zhong Mingwei, who was limping up the stairs. His eyes fell on Zhong Mingwei' s limping leg, and his hands in his sleeve suddenly clenched into fists His eyes were full of water vapor. He was so busy that he wiped his face casually. When he turned around again, Zhong Mingwei had a 17-8-year-old girl beside him. She reached out to hold Zhong Mingwei, and did not know what to say. Both of them laughed. They laughed so frankly and clearly. Then the girl helped Zhong Mingwei step by step up the stairs. Then, Zhao Ruhai Then Zhong Zhiheng turned around and walked back. When he passed the picture on the wall, he paused, reached out and took off the woman's picture, gently rolled it up, and put it behind the screen.

"Long live, the prince and his wife are here." Zhao Ruhai came in with a curtain and respectfully reported.

"Xuan." Zhong Zhiheng said that when he said this, he had already been sitting in the Dragon case, and he was restored to be the ninth five-day son of the emperor.

"Yes." Zhao Ruhai bowed and hurried out.

"My son and his wife paid a visit to the father and asked him to have a good day!" Zhong Mingwei took Meiya to the Royal study, went to the Dragon case, knelt down with Meiya, kowtowed and respectfully said, "my son did many wrong things before he was sensible, and made my father angry. He always wanted to be upset and regretted. I had no choice but to ask my father for a sin in this life. I really didn't want to be generous. I promised my son to go back to Beijing, and my son was grateful. I sincerely asked my father for his kindness Punishment. "

"Come on, get down," said Zhong Zhiheng, looking down at the two men kneeling side by side. "Now you are from Prince yipin'an. Remember your identity. You don't need to mention anything else before. Give me a seat."