Pang Yi looked at Ah Chou's shy and shy appearance, and found it a little funny, but also felt very moved. At that moment, he smiled and said to A Chou: "Madam is the wife that I am married to, and I love you so much, so my subordinates will naturally respectfully call you Madam."
"Ah... oh... you go back quickly. Don't make him wait any longer." A Chou's face became even redder, and he was so busy that he squirmed into the bedroom without looking back.
Pang Yi did not dare to delay. Now I went out with my luggage.
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Zhong Mingwei faced the unfurled baggage on the small table. Looking at it without blinking, there was a small pendant on the neatly folded cotton trousers. This was the first time she took off the pendant since he put it on for Ah Chou on the first day of the Lunar New Year. At this time, he lay quietly on top of his pair of black cotton trousers.
Zhong Mingwei gently put the small pendant in his hand. He rubbed gently with his fingertips. Once upon a time, he did the same. He sat alone on the kang. While sneaking along the window, watching the little girl who was busy in the courtyard. While rubbing the little black pendant, he wanted to give it to her earlier. However, I always feel very embarrassed, that feeling of being closer to the country and more timid that I haven't tasted in more than 30 years. His heart is filled with sweetness all day long, and there is a little sadness mixed in with the sweetness. Zhong Mingwei feels that he is very hypocritical. Old men in their thirties, what haven't they experienced? He had already walked in front of Yan Luo Temple a few times, but now because of this little girl and such a little thing, he was shameless and hypocritical all day long, but God knows, how much he enjoyed this half-bitter, half-sweet... Sugar hypocrisy.
"Pang Yi." After rubbing the small pendant for a long time, Zhong Mingwei carefully hung the small pendant around his neck, grabbed the small pendant with one hand and stuffed it into his pajamas, the cold pendant pressed against his warm chest, Zhong Mingwei couldn't express his comfort, he paused, and then he spoke to the half-hidden door.
"Master, what's your order?" Pang Yi hurriedly put down the broom in his hand and rushed in.
"Mr. Chen said, when will her typhoid fever be cured?" Zhong Mingwei asked Pang Yi with a frown.
"Mr. Chen told you about returning to the Lord, and Madam will be cured within half a month," Pang Yi said in a hurry. Go down the mountain to fetch your wife back."
Zhong Mingwei looked at his feet, which were tightly wrapped in gauze, and his swollen knees, his brows furrowed even more, he paused, and then said: "Tomorrow, you should leave early, leave early and return early. "
"Yes, this subordinate obeys." Pang Yi knew what Zhong Mingwei was worried about, so naturally he was also worried, but at this moment he still had a question in his heart, he hesitated for a long time before opening his mouth cautiously, "Master, Madam, she... It seems that she is not the daughter of Duanfu, she is... "
"So what?" Zhong Mingwei suddenly raised his head, squinted at Pang Yi, and said coldly, "If you're not the daughter of the Duan family, you can't be my Zhong Mingwei's wife? If you're not the daughter of the Duan family, then Not worthy of my disability?!"
"Master! This subordinate doesn't mean that!" Pang Yi was taken aback, and fell to his knees with a "plop" in a hurry, while anxiously explaining to Zhong Mingwei, "Master and wife are deeply in love with each other. People, but to say something presumptuous, the subordinates are really happy for the master. In the past, the master was in the capital, and he was honored and pampered. But according to the subordinates, the master was not very happy at that time, but now, The master left the capital and came to such a desolate place as Ninggu Pagoda, but the subordinates feel that the master is living more freely and happily than before. Naturally, this is all due to the madam. The subordinates are really grateful to the madam, so what? Would you dare to underestimate Madam?"
"Get up," Zhong Mingwei patted Pang Yi's shoulder, and sighed, "I've been sick recently, so I'm bound to be irritable. Don't take it to heart."
"My subordinates dare not," Pang Yi said, while getting up from the ground, looking at Zhong Mingwei's dry lips, Pang Yi hurriedly went over to pour a cup of jasmine tea and brought it over, while respectfully saying, "Master, please. "
Zhong Mingwei held the large coarse porcelain bowl in both hands, and looked at the blossoming jasmine flowers in the cup. His restless heart gradually calmed down at this moment. After a pause, he said to Pang Yi: "She is indeed not a Duan The daughter of the family, she is the dowry maid of the daughter of the Duan family, and she served the daughter of the Duan family all the way to Ninggu Pagoda."