Chapter 620

Since when did you start feeling this way?

Was it when the father handed over the Imperial Forest Army to Zhong Zhiling, or was it because of that girl's beautiful smile?

Or, a long time ago, in fact, he had already started to worry about gain and loss in his heart?

He does not admit that he is jealous of Zhong Zhiling, he is obviously a childish ghost who does not stand up, sits down, sleeps and vomits, obviously he was soaked in a honeypot and grew up in a greenhouse where he has never suffered What's there for him to be jealous of?

But there was a voice in his heart that kept going——

You are jealous of him, you are jealous of his heartless childish simplicity, you are jealous of him being born in a heavenly family but can still live so freely and clearly, you are jealous, the supreme being you value most and dream of In his eyes, he is nothing...

You are jealous of him, jealous of him who obviously has nothing to give, yet gets everything.

"Brother," the young man looked around, then reached out to hold his hand, leaned into his ear and said seriously, "Don't worry, I will guard you in the northwest. No one dares to take this throne grab it with you."

Suddenly a trace of sadness welled up in his heart, and he stretched out his hand and hugged the young man into his arms: "Old Qi, take care."

"Brother, take care too." The young man wet his eyes in a hopeless manner, then turned around suddenly, and got on the horse.

The young man rode out of this boxy imperial city on his own.

At that time, he didn't expect that it would be thirty-four years later when he came back.

That young man probably didn't think of it, did he?

...

"Long Live Lord, King Pingxi has arrived." When he came in again, Zhao Ruhai's eyes were filled with unconcealable joy, but his voice became more respectful.

Zhong Mingwei looked at the portrait of the woman on the wall, and it took him a while to come back to his senses: "Xuan."

"Yes," Zhao Ruhai hurriedly walked to the door, opened the curtain, and said to the burly man standing outside, "The emperor has an order, the Western King Xuanping will see you!"

Zhong Mingwei looked at the door that was not far away, and then watched a strange and familiar middle-aged man slowly walk in. The man was also looking at him, with a presumptuous gaze that ordinary courtiers would never dare to use. After a long while, the man knelt down slowly: "My brother is back! Meet my emperor! Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

"A seat." Zhong Zhiheng said.

"Thank you, long live," Zhong Zhiling got up, and Zhao Ruhai was so busy moving the embroidery pier, but Zhong Zhiling sat down on the soft couch and looked at Zhao Ruhai with a smile, "Eunuch Zhao, do you still remember what kind of tea this king likes to drink?"

"Taiping Monkey King," Zhao Ruhai bowed hurriedly, "I'm going to prepare it for the prince right now."

"Thank you, Father-in-law." Zhong Zhiling nodded, and saw the portrait of a woman hanging on the wall at a glance. His eyes paused for a while on that portrait, and then turned his head to look at Zhong Zhiheng, ticking off mockingly. Lips, "So she looks like this when she's not smiling."

"Presumptuous!" Zhong Zhiheng suddenly dropped the teacup in his hand to the ground, stood up and walked in front of Zhong Zhiling, and said coldly, "Where did you learn such a violent and rude habit?!"

"Brother Huang, don't you know?" Zhong Zhiling looked at the court ladies and eunuchs who were kneeling on the ground outside through the bead curtain, and turned his head to look at Zhong Zhiheng. In the past few years, the temper and character of the past have worn away early, so is it possible that the emperor expects a modest gentleman to guard Mobei?"

Zhong Zhiheng looked at his arrogant face, and his heart was burning with anger, but after watching him, he laughed again, with a sneering smile: "You want to provoke me on purpose, and you can't wait for me to order you to be imprisoned in the clan. The government should execute him immediately, right? Then let the whole world know that I am a foolish ruler who doesn't care about brotherhood and kills his subjects in vain, right?"

"You all step back," Zhong Zhiling curled his lips to the outside crowd of palace servants with their faces on the ground, "This king and the emperor are talking about common things, so I don't need you to serve me here."

Where did the womb dare to move? Especially Zhong Zhiheng was still burning with anger, thinking to himself for a moment that King Pingxi was really reckless, and his face was even closer to the ground.

"Get out!" Zhong Zhiheng shouted impatiently towards the outside.

"Yes, servant/servant will leave!" All the palace servants immediately retreated without a trace as if they had heard of amnesty.