Zhong Ming'e stared fixedly at Liao Chongwu, and as he watched, the tears in his eyes accumulated more and more. In the end, he burst out of his eyes, holding Liao Chongwu's hand tightly, and cried out depressingly and sadly: "There is no chance. Liao Chongwu, we have no chance..."
"Why is there no chance?!" Liao Chongwu held his shoulder. Shaking vigorously. "Zhong Ming'e, as long as you nod and agree, I will take you away. Let's go to a place where no one knows us. Let's forget about this imperial city and all the people and things in this imperial city. Forget about the past too. Let's start over , to be a free-spirited couple…”
"Stop talking! Stop talking about this!" Zhong Ming'e broke down and pushed Liao Chongwu to the ground, crying. "We have no chance! There is no chance at all! Today, I stepped out of this imperial city. Tomorrow, the mother and concubine will be killed. There are more than a hundred members of the Cui family! Not only that, but also the Zou family! How can I bear these sins?!" Zhong Ming'e wailed. Suddenly, he covered his face and sobbed softly, "Liao Chongwu, I am no longer that insignificant and insignificant young prince. Today, I am the king of Huijun, what burden do I have on me, you...how do you Can you not know?"
Liao Chongwu sat on the ground and stared straight at Zhong Ming'e, as if he wanted to see this face into his bones. After a long while, he turned his head and started to pick up the chess pieces that had rolled on the ground. He carefully picked up a white jade chess piece, put it into a chess box, and put it on the table.
"Your Highness," Liao Chongwu walked up to Zhong Ming'e, knelt down on both knees and kowtowed to him three times, "Take care."
"You..." Zhong Ming'e looked at the kneeling man in front of him, his lips were trembling, and he could no longer utter a sound.
"Tomorrow, my subordinate will set off for the imperial mausoleum. From now on..." Liao Chongwu raised his eyes and looked at Zhong Ming'e, and continued, "I'm afraid it will be difficult to wait on His Highness. The high guard who entered the mansion with his subordinate is no worse than his subordinate." , and is very respectful to His Highness, this subordinate dares to ask His Highness to leave a high guard to serve him personally."
"Okay, I promise you." Zhong Ming'e said hoarsely.
"Thanks to His Highness's love for many years," Liao Chongwu kowtowed to Zhong Ming'e again while speaking, and when he raised his head again, his forehead was already flushed, and even his tiger eyes were red, "I will leave."
"Liao Chongwu..." Zhong Ming'e called, but he didn't know what to say, yes, what can he say at this time
"Your subordinate will leave." Liao Chongwu got up and retreated respectfully.
When the broad and tall figure was submerged into the dark night, Zhong Ming'e sat down on the ground, tears "crackling" down the vermilion carpet.
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The fourth day of April in the 33rd year of Jiasheng
Ning Guta.
Meiya woke up early, she was going down the mountain today, so she washed and cooked early.
"What's the big deal? Do you have to go down the mountain?" Zhong Mingwei ate the hot pot noodles with an unhappy expression on his face, "Can't we wait until Pang Yi comes back and let him do it?"
"It's too late." Meiya picked up a chopstick of tofu for Zhong Mingwei, lowered her eyes and whispered, "I want to go to the street to buy some paper money incense candles."
Zhong Mingwei was stunned, nodded hurriedly and said, "Yes, yes, it's because I didn't think carefully, I must buy this one, pick the best and most expensive one."
Zhong Mingwei silently scolded himself bloody in his heart, tomorrow will be Qingming, why doesn't he remember? Meiya's parents left early, and when it was Qingming, they naturally had to pay respects. He, a person who spends time with Meiya day and night, didn't even think of this. It's outrageous. Meiya must be very special Are you angry
Meiya didn't turn her nose and stare, instead she held her lips and looked at Zhong Mingwei: "What's the difference between good and bad? It's just doing my best."
"Then let's do our best and most precious," Zhong Mingwei continued busy thinking about making amends, "When we get married in the future, we will build a mourning hall in the courtyard to worship our parents."
"No, just burn some paper money on Qingming Festival, and I don't think much about it," Meiya said softly, eating a chopstickful of noodles, and then said, "Besides, I don't even know what my parents' names are. , how to set up a mourning hall? Are there two empty tablets to be enshrined?"