"But Your Highness..." Pang Yi cried, the 30-year-old man's crying appearance is really not very good-looking, "This subordinate does not seek the blessing of marrying a wife and having children in this life. This subordinate is willing to follow His Highness in this life! Your Highness, let your subordinates stay by your side, and treat them as your pity!"
"No." Zhong Mingwei's face suddenly turned cold, and he turned a cold face to the heartbroken Pang Yi. "If you stay, it's hard not to be recognized. The Empress Dowager misses her grandson, so it's fine to send someone over to take a look. But if that person stays and doesn't leave, what's the matter? It's Xu's family." The influence of the sect has infiltrated into Ninggu Pagoda, or is it that I, the deposed prince, have left behind? Pang Yi, do you think that I am not miserable enough? Do you want to drag me down even worse?"
"Your Highness!" Pang Yi suddenly stopped crying. His blood-red eyes stared straight at Zhong Mingwei, then he wiped his face violently, and then got off the kang. Kneeling on the ground. Respectfully kowtowed to Zhong Mingwei three times. When he spoke again, his voice had returned to calm. But still with a deep hoarseness, "This subordinate just overstepped the mark just now. Please forgive me, Your Highness."
Zhong Mingwei didn't look at him again, but turned his head to the side. Squinting his eyes to see the curling heat on the stove, he didn't know what he was thinking, and after a while, he closed his eyes.
Before Zhong Mingwei opened his mouth, Pang Yi's straight back slowly drooped. He stood up silently, then brought in a few packages from the ground, put them one by one at the end of the kang, and said to Zhong Mingwei's back: "Your Highness, here are two quilts, chilblain medicine, two large packages of medicinal materials, and five hundred taels of silver. I came in a hurry this time, and I didn't bring all the things. When I come next time, my subordinates will bring more things. "
Zhong Mingwei still didn't say a word, and Pang Yi didn't say anything else either. He stood in front of the kang for a while, and then gave a deep bow to Zhong Mingwei's back: "Your Highness cherishes it, and this subordinate will retire now."
After finishing speaking, Pang Yi strode out of the room, but stopped in front of the door again, he turned his head to look at Zhong Mingwei who was leaning on the quilt and closed his eyes to rest, his lips trembled, as if he had something difficult to say , he hesitated for a while, but finally said: "His Royal Highness, are you really willing? You have laid out the game for so many years, are you really willing to watch it fall short? Over the years, you have suffered so much. Framed, do you really not intend to pay with blood? Your Highness, excuse me, this is not the place for you to stay, this is not the way you should choose, Your Highness, can you really be willing?"
Naturally, he didn't get an answer, but Pang Yi didn't seem to expect Zhong Mingwei to really answer. After speaking, he pushed the door open and left.
It wasn't until the sound of Pang Yi's footsteps completely disappeared that the man who kept his eyes closed opened his eyes. His deep eyes stared at the curling white air in front of him without blinking. He stretched out his hand and felt the hot The steaming white air shuttled through his fingertips, and finally the white air turned into a layer of cold and damp water. Gradually, that wet hand suddenly clenched into a fist.
Are you willing
So many subordinates have stayed in the army for more than ten years because of him, from a young man like Pang Yi to a middle-aged man who dare not marry, the bitter cold in the northern Xinjiang, the scorching heat in the southern Xinjiang, how many How many swords, lights and swords, no regrets, have always been for him.
Can you really be willing
On that New Year's Eve, a fire almost killed him. If that unlucky girl hadn't dragged him out, he would have died in that fire long ago.
Another New Year's Eve, a glass of wine robbed him of his mind, but the majestic Prince of the Eastern Palace was dancing his sword in front of the imperial court, and even shot down the tablet of the Zhenxian Empress. Guta is still a half-dead paralyzed man.
Over the years, how many ambushes and schemes has he suffered? Even he himself can't count how many times he walked on the tip of the knife. From the day he was born, it was destined that his father was not an ordinary father, and his grandmother was not an ordinary grandmother, and he was destined not to be in this life. unusual.