Chapter 882

"No," Zhong Mingzheng stopped before Ling Shian finished his speech. He looked at the three legged incense burner curling up on the small table, and said in a deep voice, "Prince Hui is not in it. Maybe once the Empress Dowager is buried, the father will let him go out of Beijing and circle a piece of land for him. Prince an is a cripple and was deposed, which is even worse. Now the father In front of the emperor, there is only such a serious prince as me. Even if the father and the emperor don't like me any more, the prince of the East Palace must not be me. He must not act rashly in this way. "

"Yes, my subordinates are in a hurry," Ling Shian said hurriedly, pausing and asking carefully. "But what about Chen Qingxuan? Long live Ye is now intended to promote Prince an, I'm afraid that Chen Qingxuan will stay as an official in the court. "

"Not necessarily," said Zhong Mingzheng, sipping his tea slowly. "With Zhao's family and an's family poking in the court, the father may not be able to cover up the sky. Besides, what if Chen is really in the capital at last? As long as the king is here, can he make his debut? Ha ha. "

"Yes, it's a big deal to let him waste his life in the Imperial Academy, and it's not a bad job to be a potty monk." Ling Shian was stunned, then he said with a smile.

"Yes, I never put such a small role in my eyes," said Zhong Mingzheng, sipping his tea and putting down his cup. "I'm worried whether the whole ningguta has become the backing of the prince of an."

"Please don't worry, your highness, it won't be long before Jiang Jin will get news from ningguta," Ling Shian said hurriedly. "If ningguta has been in cahoots with Prince an, then it will be reported to heaven. The attitude of the long live master to Prince an is afraid to be different from now."

"It's not true that in ningguta, if he is a man who is paralyzed on the bed and can attract people's hearts, he is a man of ability and ability, and he is not a man of peace, how can the father not be furious?" Zhong Mingzheng chuckled and said softly, "besides, even if he is incompetent, we can make him capable."

"Yes, my subordinates understand," Ling Shian was stunned, and then laughed, "please rest assured, this is not the first time we have moved flowers and trees."

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The Empress Dowager was buried on April 30, 2014.

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On the fourth day of May, 34, Jiasheng was the capital.

As soon as Fu returned to the capital from the imperial mausoleum, Zhong Zhiheng summoned the prince Hui.

When Huijun king got the news, the whole person was a little confused. He looked at Gao Zhiqi, who was in a hurry to report, and asked for half a day: "you said he wanted to see me, father?"

"Yes, Grandpa Xi just came to pass on it," Gao Zhiqi said hurriedly and anxiously, looking up and down at Zhong Minge, and then he was even more worried. "Your Highness, hurry up to wash and change your clothes. It's not easy for him to see you. Don't let him wait long. He will be angry again."

"Oh, then change my clothes quickly." Zhong ming'e just reflected. As soon as she left the book in her hand, she took the comb and combed her hair in front of the mirror. She just combed it. Zhong ming'e suddenly put down the comb. He went to the mirror and looked at himself. He hadn't looked at the mirror for a long time. He was scared by the thin and lifeless man in the mirror Then, after a while, he picked up a piece of silver hair from the long black hair and looked at it in a daze.

"Your Highness, why are you still in a daze?" Gao Zhiqi hurriedly took the county imperial clothes, and then looked at Zhong Minge sitting at the table, staring at the unknown things in his hand. Gao Zhiqi was in a hurry. At the same time, he put down his imperial clothes and said, "I'll call the maid to come in and wait for his highness to wash..."