"Okay, I will remember it forever," Zhong Mingwei said while talking. While leaning over and kissing Meiya's lips, he said slowly, "Even if I die, I will also be taken into the coffin."
"Bring me in at that time. I used to listen to the opera. There is a line in the opera that I can't remember clearly. But I know the meaning," Meiya blinked her eyes, looking at the close at hand without blinking. man's eye. Every word is full of affection, "Life, we both slept on the same kang. Die. We lie in a pit."
"Live in the same bed, die in the same acupuncture point," the next second. Zhong Mingwei held the back of Meiya's head and kissed her again. "Girl. Hurry up and marry me."
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The first day of April in the 33rd year of Jiasheng
That night.
capital.
Huijun Palace.
According to the custom, every year on the eve of Ching Ming Festival. The Royal Forest Army will send a new batch of guards to the imperial tomb to replace last year's guards. This year is also the same, but because the second prince and the third prince have already been named kings, they follow the ancestral system. The two palaces also had to dispatch a guard to accompany them to the imperial mausoleum to show the respect and filial piety of the two princes to their ancestors.
The candidate chosen by King Huijun is Liao Chongwu.
Liao Chongwufu froze as soon as he got the letter, and then rushed straight into the study in the front yard. At that time, Zhong Ming'e was sitting on the soft couch drinking tea, and a chess set was set up on the small table, and he was not blinking. Staring at the chessboard, he heard the movement, turned his head and glanced at the angry Liao Chongwu at the door, and then said slowly: "You are here."
It seemed that he had known about Liao Chongwu's return early in the morning, and it seemed that he had been waiting for Liao Chongwu early in the morning.
"Come here, play chess with me," Zhong Ming'e turned his head away, poured a cup of tea, and put it on the opposite side, "Old rules, you go first with the red chess."
Seeing his lukewarm appearance, Liao Chongwu was so suffocated that there was nowhere to vent his anger. He stood there for a long time, but finally walked slowly to the soft couch and sat down.
"Play chess." Zhong Ming'e tapped his fingers on the small table, urging Liao Chongwu.
Liao Chongwu glanced at him, then walked away.
"Sure enough, it's still the first shot," Zhong Ming'e curled his lips lightly, and said while he was in office, "every time you take the first shot, you will definitely lose, but next time you still have to take the shot, what do you say? Why don't you have a long memory?"
"What about you? Isn't it always an official position?" Liao Chongwu said coldly, "Isn't it the same old routine that has remained unchanged for more than ten years?"
"Yeah, I don't have a long memory either," Zhong Ming'e said calmly with his head down, while taking a sip of tea, he said slowly, "You already know?"
"Know what?" Liao Chongwu spoke very aggressively, and looked at Zhong Ming'e sarcastically, "Do you know that your highness has begun to improve your memory? Or do you know that my chess piece can finally roll off the chessboard?!"
"You are not a chess piece, never have been," Zhong Ming'e stared straight at the fiery red pistol, and murmured, "I have a lot of chess pieces, but you are not."
"Then what am I?!" Liao Chongwu overturned the chessboard suddenly, roaring at Zhong Ming'e like a furious lion, "You let me play and I will play! If you let me go down, I will go far away! What is this if it’s not a chess piece?! Ah?! Tell me, what is it if I’m not a chess piece?!”
"You know!" Zhong Ming'e suddenly raised his face, looked at Liao Chongwu with wet eyes, he tried his best to hide his grievance and helplessness, but his eyes were still wet after all, he bit his lip, and looked at the furious Liao Chongwu with hazy eyes, When he spoke again, his voice was already choked with sobs, "Liao Chongwu, can you go? Don't stay in the capital, okay?"
"Why... I have to go?" Facing such eyes, Liao Chongwu really couldn't get angry. He drooped his shoulders a little discouraged, walked in front of Zhong Ming'e, held Zhong Ming'e's hand in both hands, and said through gritted teeth, " Why, do you want me to go?"