After Pang Yi sent Zhong Mingwei and Meiya back to Nanshan Bieyuan, he went to the magistrate's yamen to deliver wedding invitations.
"Do you really want to invite the magistrate and the two Kong guards?" Meiya looked at Zhong Mingwei worriedly. "I'm not... not Ms. Duan. If they know that you are marrying me, will something happen then?"
"No. You have to let them know," Zhong Mingwei spread out a piece of rice paper on the table. While explaining to Meiya. "The two Kong guards naturally knew your identity early on, so there is nothing to worry about inviting them over at this time. Besides, the magistrate. It is obvious that we are all the way with the Imperial Forest Army, so even if you have doubts about your identity in your heart I doubt it, and I won’t let it out. After all, it must be the fault of the Imperial Forest Army. They can only keep it a secret, how dare they spread it to the outside world?”
"Since that's the case, why invite them here?" Meiya didn't understand. He tilted his head and asked Zhong Mingwei. "I know they won't leak it. But I still want to invite them over. Isn't it a little unnecessary?"
"But the person I'm going to marry is Zhong Meiya." Zhong Mingwei pursed his lips and smiled at Meiya, while taking a brush from the pen stand. Carefully selected the broken hairs on the tip of the pen, this is the brush that Meiya bought before, it is cheap and rough. But this time when we moved, Zhong Mingwei was not willing to throw it away, and brought all of them here, "I just want to let them know that the person I married is you, not some Miss Duan, I just want to let them know that you are not a substitute girl, You are the one I, Zhong Mingwei, want to marry with all my heart."
"But..." Meiya still felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't tell what was wrong, and she was still sweet in her heart. She walked over and sat in front of the table, and rubbed Zhong Mingwei's ink with her hand, "But it's not necessary. It doesn't matter whose name you are in, anyway, I am the one who will marry you."
"It's important," Zhong Mingwei looked at Meiya without blinking, and while talking, Zhong Mingwei leaned over and kissed Meiya on the forehead, "Girl, you are the only person I want to marry in this life , your name will be engraved on the same tablet as my name in the future, so naturally it matters."
"Bah! You're getting more glib," Meiya spat at him with a blushing face, "It's as if you've never married a wife before!"
"Didn't I never meet you before? If I did, of course I wouldn't marry someone else," Zhong Mingwei said with a busy smile, and when he mentioned this, he felt guilty and urged Meiya, "Give it to me quickly." grind."
"What exactly are you going to write?" Meiya asked curiously while she was grinding, "Isn't the wedding invitation already written? Or is it time to post the Chinese character "囍" now? But I heard that it will take two days to post the Chinese character "囍". Yes, and you are still using blank paper, so it must not be written on it..."
Zhong Mingwei ignored Meiya's rambling, he filled the pen with the ink, and then neatly wrote two words on the rice paper with the brush——
Divorce book.
The corners of Meiya's mouth twitched: "... Is it too early for you to write a letter of divorce? We haven't kissed yet."
Zhong Mingwei still ignored her. He lowered his head and started to write on the paper. When he stood up again, he looked at Meiya and said a little embarrassedly: "It's not for you."
Naturally, Meiya also knew that she was not very literate, but she also knew the word "An's". She looked at the divorce letter on the table, and felt a little blocked. Ever since she reconciled with Zhong Mingwei, she She has always avoided talking about Xiao An's. Although this is a lump in her heart, she just doesn't want to think about it, let alone tell Zhong Mingwei, and Zhong Mingwei never mentioned it. When she saw Xiao An at home that day, She told Zhong Mingwei and asked him to make up his mind and tell her an answer. Obviously, Zhong Mingwei hadn't thought it through yet, so she couldn't speak anymore. She didn't want Zhong Mingwei to give her an answer at this time.
Zhong Mingwei put down the writing brush in his hand, turned out from behind the table, then pulled a stool and sat in front of Meiya, stretched out his hand to hold Meiya's hand: "Girl, I know you are worried, but there are things , no matter how regretful and annoyed I am, there is nothing I can do, just wait and see how I behave in the future, okay?"