"Yes, then this subordinate will... just leave first." Chen Qingxuan couldn't even raise his head in embarrassment, turned around and walked away with one foot deep and one shallow foot.
"Where's Mr. Chen?" Meiya came out with two bowls of big bone soup. Chen Qingxuan was nowhere to be seen, and he was not happy at the moment, "I brought him some soup."
"Forget it. He has no luck," Zhong Mingwei said. While stretching out his hand, Mei Ya sat down. He said with a smile, "Come on, let's drink ours."
"What were you talking about just now? I just went to the kitchen to fill up two bowls of soup. Why did he leave?" Meiya asked Zhong Mingwei while drinking the soup.
Zhong Mingwei didn't speak, but sighed softly and shook his head.
"What's wrong?" Meiya looked at Zhong Mingwei wonderingly. Elbowed the man. "If you have something to say, just say it, don't just pretend to be a fool."
"I think the shopkeeper of the clothing store has really sharp eyes." Zhong Mingwei said with emotion. While taking a sip of bone broth. At the same time, he continued to sigh with emotion, "It's not only sharp. It's like piercing eyes!"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Meiya was completely at a loss, "The shopkeeper of a clothing store? Where did you get your sharp eyes?"
"It was the shopkeeper of the clothing store who sent Kong Wenmin's sachet." Zhong Mingwei said with some embarrassment, "The one who wasn't the shopkeeper thought that Kong Wenmin was... a sloppy swordsman, and misunderstood that Kong Wenmin was buying clothes for his sweetheart. Then he gave it to the bag Did he stuff that kind of sachet?"
"Why did you suddenly think of this? How long ago did this happen?" Meiya was even more puzzled, she simply put down the spoon, reached out and patted Zhong Mingwei's thigh, "Can't you finish the sentence in one breath?" ? Do you have to suffocate me?"
"What I mean is..." Zhong Mingwei also put down the spoon, and met Meiya's anxious face. After deliberating for a long time, he whispered to Meiya, "The shopkeeper may not be mistaken."
Meiya: "... !!"
Zhong Mingwei looked at the little girl's staring eyes and her mouth that couldn't close at all, fearing that she would accidentally yell out, so he quickly pulled her into his arms, covered her mouth by the way, and hugged her He whispered in his ear: "Don't make any noise! Do you understand?"
Meiya hurriedly nodded like a chicken pecking rice, Zhong Mingwei let go of her hand, and Meiya hurriedly asked: "How do you know? Did you see something you shouldn't see? Where did you see it?" What? When did it happen? It must be the guards of Da Kong who did something shameless to Mr. Chen, right?"
The corner of Zhong Mingwei's mouth twitched: "..."
He regretted telling Meiya that.
Also, he found out that after living with Meiya for a long time, he himself began to lose his mouth...
Bah bah bah!
The next is not an example!
The next is not an example!
Zhong Mingwei shouted in his heart not to be an example, and at the same time he leaned into Meiya's ear eagerly, sharing his latest gossip with her: "Let me tell you, a few days ago, Second Master Fu..."
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The sixth day of August in the thirty-fourth year of Jiasheng.
That night.
Yongzhou.
Prince Hui.
When Liao Chongwu came in with a bowl of soothing soup, Zhong Ming'e was reading a book under the lamp. When he heard some movement, he put down the book in his hand and watched Liao Chongwu walking towards him step by step. Then he put the soothing soup on the table and sat down again. By my side.
"Drink the soothing soup." Liao Chongwu blew on the bowl of soothing soup, and then handed it to Zhong Ming'e, "These days are complicated with military affairs, which makes you tired, and you haven't slept peacefully for several days."
"Is it all cleaned up?" Zhong Ming'e took the bowl of Anshen Soup and didn't drink it in a hurry, but stirred it with a spoon while looking at Liao Chongwu.