"Zhong Mingwei, we don't have a vase at home, where are we going to put the flowers?" Meiya looked at the large bouquet of flowers in her hand. He giggled all the way until he entered the room, then he was dumbfounded. While hugging the flowers, she looked at Zhong Mingwei pitifully. "Zhong Mingwei. Is it too late to buy a vase now?"
"By the time you buy the vase, all these flowers will have withered long ago," Zhong Mingwei said. At the same time, he casually took a rough earthen jar from under the table. The jar was originally intended to be used for pickling cucumbers, but it was useless because of its small size. I barely put it in the house to make a brush for him. Unexpectedly, it would come in handy at this time, Zhong Mingwei scooped water in and said to Meiya. "I look at the vase and it looks good."
"Where is this vase? This is a pot-bellied jar! It's so ugly." Meiya looked at the dark, unevenly colored jar. With a look of disgust on his face, he stared at Zhong Mingwei again. "Don't think that I'm just a rough girl and I haven't seen anything good! Inside the Palace of Yanxi Palace. Even the chamber pot is prettier than your crappy jar!"
Zhong Mingwei looked helpless: "Then how about I go to the bedroom and take out our chamber pot and try to use it first?"
The corners of Meiya's mouth twitched: "...Actually, I think this jar is okay, cough cough!"
"Then stop talking nonsense," Zhong Mingwei looked at her petite appearance. Couldn't help but hooked his lips and smiled, while taking the flowers from Meiya, he inserted those flowers one by one. Although he had never learned the art of flower arranging since he was a child, but After all, he grew up in such an environment, and the natural aesthetics are also first-class. At this time, when he was planting flowers, he stared at Meiya for a moment, and Zhong Mingwei was inevitably a little complacent. While inserting the last crape myrtle into the jar, she looked at Meiya with a smile, "Does it look good?"
"It's beautiful! People are prettier than flowers!" Meiya nodded hurriedly.
"Hahaha!" Zhong Mingwei couldn't bear it any longer, and suddenly burst out laughing, holding Meiya's face in his arms and kissing her, and said with a smile, "I know our wife is discerning."
"That's because you have such a face, otherwise I wouldn't look down on you, tsk tsk tsk..." Meiya thought she was ashamed at first, but after hearing what Zhong Mingwei said at this time, the idea of being ashamed disappeared. Suddenly, he and Zhong Mingwei became nervous, "So, from now on, you should pay more attention to your face, you should wash your face, you should shave and shave, if you get old and rough, I won't like it anymore."
Zhong Mingwei sighed suddenly: "Sure enough, when the color fades, the love relaxes."
"What?" Meiya didn't understand, she raised her head and asked Zhong Mingwei, "Who is not sexual, loves you or not?"
"You, just pick up these good words and listen to them," Zhong Mingwei said with a smile, and while pulling Meiya to sit on the soft couch, he explained to her what it means to look weak and love to relax. Madam Li has a beautiful face and is quite favored by Emperor Wu. Who knows that God is jealous of beauty. Madam Li has been bedridden for a few years after entering the palace, and her description is haggard. Face, every time Emperor Wu went, Mrs. Li was finally hidden. Later, Emperor Wu was furious, and Mrs. Li revealed the reason: the concubine has been ill for a long time, her appearance has been destroyed, and she will never see your majesty again. Afterwards, Mrs. Li refused to meet Emperor Wu until her death, because she was worried that those who use sex to do things to others will fall in love with galloping."
"Then you don't have to worry about that," Meiya said, walking up to Zhong Mingwei, sitting down on his lap with her legs spread apart, holding Zhong Mingwei's face in her hands, and looking at him eagerly, "You are in the middle of the night Drooling with your mouth open, sometimes grinding your teeth and snoring, just such an extremely stupid look, how do I think you look good, naturally you are here with me, there is no possibility of fading, so Ai Chi said so what."
"How are you better than me?" Zhong Mingwei blushed immediately, staring at Meiya, and said angrily, "Aren't you also grinding your teeth and snoring? You...you sometimes fart in the middle of the night Woolen cloth!"
Meiya: "... when? Did you... smell it?"
Zhong Mingwei blushed even more, and his eyes widened: "Who heard this?!"