"Ah?" Zhong Mingwei kissed Ah Chou's round nose, "What's wrong?"
"Just Zhong Mingwei." A Chou blushed even more, and said impatiently.
"What's the matter?" Zhong Mingwei didn't know. "Why are you still angry?"
"I want to learn to write... the three characters Zhong Mingwei," A Chou blushed even more, and looked at Zhong Mingwei with shame and anger with his black eyes. "How many times do you want me to tell you?"
Facing those watery eyes, Zhong Mingwei's heart almost melted. He held Ah Chou's face. Kissing those red lips again and again, the short beard stubbled against A Chou's face, making A Chou breathless. But he was still reluctant to let go, while reaching out to take the writing brush from Ah Chou's hand and put it down, while hugging A Chou, he pressed on the kang and kissed back and forth.
"Zhong Mingwei..." Ah Chou was a little scared. Zhong Mingwei is a little abnormal today. He used to always kiss her before, but he had never been this crazy, kissing her whole face. From forehead to eyes. From nose to chin. Now lying on her neck again, back and forth on the dark red scar. Ah Chou was trembling all over, her hands tightly wrapped around Zhong Mingwei's neck. I don't know whether to stop Zhong Mingwei or urge Zhong Mingwei to continue going crazy.
"Call again," Zhong Mingwei's voice was extremely hoarse. Also very emotional, "Girl, call me again..."
"What, what?" Ah Chou didn't know what to say, stammering.
"Call me by my name," Zhong Mingwei was a little eager, biting Ah Chou's neck lightly, urging, "Say a few more times, don't, don't stop..."
"Zhong, Zhong Mingwei, Zhong Mingwei..." Ah Chou called out tremblingly. He felt shy when he first opened his mouth, but after screaming, Ah Chou's nose became sour for some reason. Tighter, "Zhong Mingwei, I like you so much, I really like you..."
The man's body trembled suddenly, and in the next second, he pulled the quilt over the two of them.
…
On this day, I still haven’t practiced calligraphy, the inkstone on the small table was overturned, and the ink flowed everywhere. The unique smell of ink was so strong that both Zhong Mingwei and Ah Chou could smell it, but they didn’t bother to care about it. A quilt kept them isolated from the world, and in the frantic and absurd throbbing, Zhong Mingwei kissed Ah Chou all over, like a pious monk worshiping the Buddha, or like a brash brat who finally succeeded.
"You... what happened to you just now?" After a long silence, Ah Chou still asked timidly.
"...don't ask." The thirty-two-year-old man blushed with embarrassment.
"But, but..." Ah Chou couldn't continue, the man's hand still held her hand tightly, and it hurt her hand, Ah Chou was really shy and palpitations.
In the next second, Zhong Mingwei let go of Ah Chou's hand abruptly, took off his pajamas in a hurry to wipe his hands for Ah Chou, and stammered, "From now on... never again..."
"Nothing?" Knowing that it was not a good thing, A Chou still had the courage to ask, "Just, just like that..."
"I've said it all, I told you not to ask..." Zhong Mingwei didn't know what to say. After the absurdity, he regretted it so much that his guts were green, and he was afraid that he would scare Ah Chou, but Ah Chou just kept going. After asking, there is no place to put his old face.
"Oh, then I won't ask any more," Ah Chou whispered, and asked Zhong Mingwei with a blushing face, "Then you still teach me how to write?"
"Ming, tomorrow," Zhong Mingwei stammered, "Tomorrow I will teach you how to write."
"Tomorrow..." Ah Chou blinked and looked at Zhong Mingwei, biting his red lips in embarrassment, "Then do you still have to charge tuition tomorrow?"
"Gudong!" The next second, Zhong Mingwei swallowed hard.
The eighth day of December in the thirty-second year of Jiasheng
capital.
Zhongcui Palace.
According to the ancestral system, on the day of Laba, all the princes and concubines have to enter the palace to greet the Lord Long Live and the Queen Mother, and then have a lunch together in the Palace of Compassion and Peace. In previous years, it was just a lunch. This year, the Queen Mother Instead, he prepared two handles of purple jade Ruyi to give to the second concubine Da'an and the second concubine Zou as pillows respectively. Compared with Da'an's joyful blessing and thanksgiving, Zou's complexion is inevitably a little downcast.
After lunch, the second prince Zhong Ming'e and the second concubine Zou Shi went to Zhongcui Palace.
"Son/daughter-in-law pay respects to concubine mother." As soon as they entered the warm pavilion, Zhong Ming'e and Mrs. Zou were too busy to greet concubine Shu.