"Pang Yi, don't feel sorry for me," Zhong Mingwei looked at Pang Yi's trembling lips. I couldn't help sighing again, "I'm sorry for An, and I'm sorry for you. At that time, I didn't want to marry An. Her sister must have married the third child at that time. If I marry An An's is really shameful, but my father wanted to use the youngest to contain me, the prince of the East Palace, so my fate was difficult. I had to marry An's," Zhong Mingwei paused at this point. He stared blankly at the newly installed window. She was absent-minded for a while before continuing, "She was the last woman to marry into the East Palace. She was also the woman I hated the most. I hate An Zishang's two ends. I hate my father for always being wary of me and jealous of me. Naturally, I also got tired of her, and not long after that, she acquiesced to the concubine to confine her in the backyard. Thinking about it now, she should have just married into the East Palace, and was confinement in less than a month. She was only sixteen years old at that time , the best years of my daughter's family, she wasted in the back house, and later because of me, I was not tolerated by An's family, and was forced to come to Ninggu Pagoda. I am really sorry for her, so today Today, I am very pleased that she can give her a good home again."
"Master, I..." Pang Yi held Zhong Mingwei's hand tightly, and said with sobs, "I..."
He really doesn't know what to say, am I sorry for you, or am I thanking you
It seems that nothing is right to say, and there is no way to say it.
"Pang Yi, a person's life can last for decades. If you are lucky enough to meet that person, you must cherish it," Zhong Mingwei said slowly, holding himself tightly with Pang Yi's sweaty hand, "Pang Yi, Stay in Ningguta and live a good life, and don’t even think about going back to the capital in the future." Seeing that Pang Yi had something to say, Zhong Mingwei cut off his words again, and said seriously, "You are in Ningguta. I can feel at ease."
That's right, when he returns to the capital, no matter whether he is imprisoned or imprisoned in the clan mansion, he is destined to never see his little girl again in this life, and he will not even know her news again, but if Pang Yi can If he stays in Ningguta, he can feel at ease, he knows that Pang Yi will definitely protect his little girl well, even if he dies, he can rest in peace.
"Master..." Pang Yi couldn't bear it anymore, and began to cry on Zhong Mingwei's lap. The appearance of a man in his thirties was really ugly when he cried, and his voice was hoarse, "Master, why are you so angry?" Is it difficult? Why is it so difficult for you and your wife?"
Yes, why is it so difficult
How many blind and dumb married couples lived their lives in a row, why is it so difficult for him and Meiya
Zhong Mingwei also couldn't figure it out, after thinking about it for so many days, he didn't think it through, at this time, he didn't want to think about it anymore, he just tried to arrange everything as well as possible, and he wanted to let himself completely withdraw from the United States. In Ya's world, he wants Meiya to stay in Ningguta, which she likes, and live a good life with her... future husband and baby.
As for the rest, he doesn't think about it now, and he doesn't hold any grudges anymore.
In fact, God is not thin, and he was lucky to meet Meiya. Although it was only a short year, it was enough for him to reminisce about the rest of his life. Whether it was in the dark and cold clan mansion, or on the road to Huangquan, he was satisfied. up.
But why is he so sad
Sitting on the kang, he stared blankly at the little pink pillow, feeling as if his heart had been pricked by a needle. While trembling, he stretched out his hand to touch the little pillow, and at the same time thought of that afternoon——
"Ming Wei," that day, after Meiya went out, Gu Changlin came to the bedroom. The old man who always liked to talk and laugh, but was not serious, suddenly became serious. His expression was a bit scary. He just looked at Zhong Mingwei like this, and used For a long time, he sighed softly, then turned his eyes away, "Have you ever thought about why you are thirty-three years old and have no children? I heard that you In the past, in the capital, there was no shortage of women in the backyard."