She lied today, she didn't come here to find some embroidered lady for advice, but to go to the magistrate's yamen. She wanted to send back the money bag, and also wanted to return the silver that she had received from Kong Wenjie twice before.
Kong Wenjie said it was a reward from the magistrate, but now they have money. Naturally, it is not easy to take other people's rewards again, and if Zhong Mingwei finds out, he has received rewards before. Definitely going to be angry. So Meiya also wanted to make it clear to Kong Wenjie today, telling him not to send money to them in the future. Naturally, Zhong Mingwei couldn't let Zhong Mingwei know about this kind of thing. But in the end she still lied, Meiya felt a little uneasy, and walked quickly along the way. Thinking of coming back quickly. Don't make Zhong Mingwei wait impatiently, and he has to come back to cook for Gu Changlin. He agreed to make eight dishes and eight bowls to catch the wind.
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Mei Ya left. Gu Changlin got up. He didn't wash up either. He went straight into the bedroom, which surprised Zhong Mingwei.
"Sir. Are you awake?" Zhong Mingwei asked while putting down the silk thread in his hand. "Sir, are you hungry? I'll heat the porridge for you to drink, and some steamed buns..."
"Don't worry. I'm not hungry," Gu Changlin cut off Zhong Mingwei's words, and sat down on the kang. He looked at the colorful silk threads in the sewing basket, and then at Zhong Mingwei, with a hesitant expression on his face, " Ming Wei..."
"What's the matter? Sir, please speak up if you have something to say." Zhong Mingwei also saw that Gu Changlin was wrong. Last night, Meiya said that Gu Changlin's face was not very good, and he didn't take it seriously. But looking at it now, he felt that Gu Changlin must have something It's something on my mind, otherwise a person who is usually so free and easy, wouldn't have such a dignified expression.
"Extend your hand." Gu Changlin pursed his lips and said.
"Yes," Zhong Mingwei said, rolled up his sleeves, then stretched out his hand, seeing Gu Changlin's fingers resting on his wrist, for some reason, Zhong Mingwei felt inexplicably uneasy. He felt his pulse from time to time, and he never felt uneasy, but at this moment, his heart was so flustered, he watched those two fingers pressed on his wrist for a long time, and he didn't take them away for a long time, Zhong Mingwei His heart was in his throat, "Sir, is it because of my leg injury?"
Gu Changlin didn't speak, just shook his head lightly, after a while, he took his hand back, his wrinkled hands trembled slightly, he was so busy that he retracted his hand into his sleeve.
"Sir, please have tea." Zhong Mingwei poured a cup of tea and brought it to Gu Changlin. .”
At this time, Zhong Mingwei also guessed that Gu Changlin had waited until there were only the two of them left at home, and then came to give him a pulse. Gu Changlin must have something to say to him.
"Ming Wei," Gu Changlin looked up at Zhong Mingwei. The old man who always loves to talk and laugh, but is not serious, suddenly became serious, which was a bit scary. He just looked at Zhong Mingwei with that kind of compassionate eyes. Sighed softly, and then looked away, "Have you ever thought about why you are thirty-three years old and don't have a son and a half? I heard that you used to be in the capital, and there was no shortage of women in the back house." of."
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Prefect Yamen.
Just like the first time I came here, Meiya lingered in front of the magistrate's yamen for a while, then bit the bullet and went to the guard brother at the door to ask if Kong Wenjie was in the yamen. The guard recognized Meiya and knew Meiya and Kong Wenjie were acquaintances, so they brought Meiya into the magistrate's yamen and sent them to Kong Wenjie's small courtyard. It was inconvenient for him to go in because of his low status, so he went back immediately, leaving Meiya to bite the bullet and go in .
"Guard Kong?" Meiya entered the small courtyard lightly. It was the first time she entered the magistrate's office. She was a little scared, looking around and moving in step by step, "Guard Kong, are you there?"
"Who are you?" He didn't see Kong Wenjie, but saw a girl who looked like a maid coming out of the room, condescendingly looking down on Meiya with frowning eyebrows.
"I... I am here to look for Guard Kong," Meiya shrank her neck in a hurry. She had always been afraid of such a powerful figure. In the Yanxi Palace, she was most afraid of such a high-ranking maid. His calf was twisted, he was so busy that he lowered his head, and said in a low voice, "Guard Kong recognizes me."