"Can you please not be so impatient right away next time? At least leave me a pair of shorts?" Zhong Mingwei looked hopeless, "Even a pair of shorts will do."
"Hahaha!" The next second, the bully laughed so hard that he fell backwards and couldn't breathe.
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December 26, 1934
The capital.
Imperial study.
Left Prime Minister Fang Zhonglian waited outside the imperial study for a long time before he saw the fourth prince Zhong Mingrong come out of the imperial study with red eyes.
"Greetings, Lord Left Prime Minister." As soon as Zhong Mingrong saw Fang Zhonglian, he bowed and saluted.
Fang Zhiheng respected Fang Zhonglian very much and often asked Fang Zhonglian to teach the princes their lessons. Later, after Fang Zhonglian became the left prime minister, he no longer had the time to teach the princes their lessons. Zhong Mingrong was young. Naturally, he had no chance to get guidance from Fang Zhonglian, but he always respected Fang Zhonglian as a teacher and always bowed properly when he saw Fang Zhonglian.
"Although the Imperial Concubine died suddenly of illness, Your Highness must take care of yourself," Fang Zhonglian looked at Zhong Mingrong's obviously thinner face and red eyes. He couldn't help but sigh. He lowered his voice and said, "Your Majesty must be very sad about the Imperial Concubine's early death. If Your Highness keeps looking at this expression, I'm afraid it will break your heart."
"Yes. Thank you, Lord Left Prime Minister, for your teachings." Zhong Mingrong bowed deeply to Fang Zhonglian.
"Your Highness, please get up quickly." Fang Zhonglian hurried forward and helped Zhong Mingrong up.
"Left Prime Minister, His Majesty invites you in." Zhao Ruhai opened the curtain and said to Fang Zhonglian.
"Then I won't waste the Left Prime Minister's time." Zhong Mingrong said hurriedly, and then quickly retreated.
Fang Zhonglian looked at Zhong Mingrong's figure going away. He couldn't help but sigh. The Imperial Concubine died suddenly, although it was said that she died suddenly due to illness. But it happened to be the night when the little prince died. Who can believe that there is no connection between the two? Even though Zhong Zhiheng took into account the face of Zhong Mingzheng and Zhong Mingrong and did not make it public, no matter whether it was the former dynasty or the harem, who was not clear-headed? What's more, the day after the Imperial Concubine died suddenly, her brother, the right prime minister Zhao Changrong, was sick and bedridden, and he still couldn't get out of bed. Even so, His Majesty didn't even ask a question.
The sudden death of the Imperial Concubine was the death knell for the Zhao family, but it was unfortunate for the underage Fourth Prince. With the presence of this mother who massacred princes, his future would definitely be affected.
"Left Prime Minister, please come in." Zhao Ruhai brushed off the dust and said again.
…
Imperial study.
"Your humble servant kowtows to His Majesty! Long live the Emperor!" As soon as he entered the imperial study, Fang Zhonglian kowtowed and saluted.
"Left Prime Minister, please stand up!" Zhong Zhiheng stood up and helped Fang Zhonglian up. He pulled Fang Zhonglian to sit on the couch and sat down himself. "It's freezing cold, and I shouldn't let the Left Prime Minister go on this trip. But I know that the Left Prime Minister has been worried about the war situation in the northwest, so as soon as I got the news, I quickly sent someone to summon the Left Prime Minister to the palace."
"Really?" Fang Zhonglian was startled, then he straightened his back and said hurriedly, "Please give me your instructions, Your Majesty."
Since the King of Pingxi left the capital a month and a half ago, there has been no war report from the northwest. Fang Zhonglian is worried about the battlefield in the northwest day and night and can hardly sleep at night.
"Left Prime Minister, please read this," Zhong Zhiheng reached out and took a memorial from the table and handed it to Fang Zhonglian, "This memorial was written by the Prince of Pingxi. It was sent over 800 miles in an expedited manner and arrived this morning."
Fang Zhonglian tremblingly opened the thin memorial. As soon as he saw the words written inside, he was stunned. He suddenly looked at Zhong Zhiheng, and then saw the complicated expression on Zhong Zhiheng's face. In fact, at this moment, the expression on his face was not much different from that of Zhong Zhiheng.
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