The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

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Jiasheng thirty-two years August twenty

Jingshi.

Yanxi Palace.

"That **** hasn't come out of the Qianqing Palace yet?" Zhao Guifei sat at the dressing table, staring coldly at her reflection in the bronze mirror.

Concubine Zhao is not young. In the end, the third prince Zhong Mingzheng is now 22 years old. Her mother-in-law, she is 39 years old. Even if the maintenance is good, it does not seem to have just entered the palace. The cardamom girl, especially this pair of years-long vicissitudes of eyes, and at this moment, these eyes are covered with wind and frost, so they stare directly at themselves in the mirror, with a strong sense of anger and fierce .

"Yes, that Hui ... Hui Chang is here. Since he entered the Qing Palace last night, he hasn't come out yet," the close maid said cautiously, shaking her hand holding the red jade drop pearl crested gold and shaking gently. Her teeth were trembling slightly, and she continued for a long time, "Madam, please ask your slave to dress up for you."

"Slap!"

The next second, Zhao Guifei swept all the fat cream jewelry on the dressing table to the floor, and the sound of "crackling" sounded, the palace people in the palace all kneeled down, face to face, not even dare to the atmosphere asthma.

"Maid is angry! Niang is angry!"

"Go! Go! Get out of this palace!" Zhao Guifei roared hysterically.

"Yes, the slave-maid quits! The slave-maid quits!" The crowd of people hurriedly crawled out.

When the third prince Zhong Mingzheng came, he was catching up with a crowd of people kneeling outside the temple shivering, and Zhong Mingzheng suddenly turned black: "What's wrong with this?"

"Your Highness, you are finally here!" Zhao Guifei's personal maid ushered in, and led the third prince to the corridor, while whispering to Zhong Mingzheng, "Because the newly-favored Hui Chang is here, she was born. Atmosphere! "

"It was the maid who used to serve in Cining Palace?" Zhong Mingzheng frowned. He was always clever and clever in the things in the palace, not to mention that Hui Chang was jumping from a humble maid into a magnificent sixth grade, but only After just three days of work, now that the upper and lower gates of the palace, the Hui Chang is in the country, Tian Zhongxiang is all over the country, and Zhong Mingzheng has nothing more to know. Now Zhong Mingzheng sneered, "How is this **** Did it cause the concubine? "

"Hui Changzai didn't provoke the maiden, but Long live the grandpa has recruited that Huichang to stay in bed for a few days, and now that Huichang hasn't come out of the Qianqing palace yet," the personal maid whispered, aside The voice was lowered, "I heard that Long Live Lord is very fond of that Hui Chang, and she is ..."

"Enough!" Zhong Mingzheng interrupted the close maid's words coldly, then paused, then frowned at the maid, "And bring everyone down, if today's things dare to spread out ..."

"Don't dare to dare! Please rest assured your highness." The close maid prodded busy.

"Come on, let's go," Zhong Mingzheng said in a deep voice, and walked toward the main hall while raising his foot. He suddenly stopped his feet and said to the maidservant, "Go and make a calming soup for the mother."

"Yes, the slave-servant obeyed the order." The maid-servant bowed so busy that he retreated.

When Zhong Mingzheng entered, Zhao Guifei was still sitting in front of the dressing table, but her waist was no longer as straight as before. At this time, she slightly bowed her waist and stared at the woman in the bronze mirror, looking at that never The woman who was dressing and not even washing her face. The more she looked, the more she felt unkempt and aging. She looked at the haggard woman in the mirror inconceivably. For a long time, she pulled on the dressing table indiscriminately. I felt a charcoal pen, and I was so busy that I raised my eyebrows in front of the mirror, but her fingers were shaking so badly, where could I draw it? So she was even more anxious, rubbing her hands indiscriminately, and then drawing again. After a while, half of her face was gray and sharp, but she was still painting it over and over again, like a devil.

"Mother princess!" Zhong Mingzheng stood at the door for a long time, only to see it in shock, and was too busy to get the charcoal pen from the hand of Princess Gui, "Mother princess, what are you doing?" ! "