"That's not true," Meiya said proudly, "You can't guess!"
"Could it be...it?" Zhong Mingwei waved his fingers in front of Meiya. Seeing the little girl's petrified face, she felt extremely proud, and the big open hand gently covered Meiya's face. He smiled and said, "Quickly tell me, is your man both internal and external, beauty and wisdom go hand in hand?"
"Bah!" Meiya spat hard. But on the other hand, he pouted and kissed the man's palm. While whispering, "There is a scent of ink in your hand, it smells very good."
"Really?" Zhong Mingwei withdrew his hand. He sniffed it in front of him, and when he raised his head again, there was already a wicked smile on his face. "I like the smell too. I liked it when I first taught you how to write."
Meiya was startled, and then blushed to the base of her neck. While staring at Zhong Mingwei: "What the hell are you pretending to be in your mind? You think about this all day long. Are you annoying?"
"It's not annoying. How can this matter be annoying?" Zhong Mingwei laughed even worse as he walked around the table. Walking up to Meiya, Siqi Bailai and Meiya sat on a stool squeezed together, leaning into the girl's ear and saying. "I'll charge you some tuition later, and then my husband will teach you a few more words today."
"Bah! Shameless!" Meiya was almost speechless, she dared to assure that there was no one in the world with a thicker skin than Zhong Mingwei. But…
So what
She just likes Mr. Zhong's thick skin!
hey-hey.
"Sit aside, don't be crowded with me, it's very hot," Meiya pushed him with her hands, complaining, "It's a hot day, you have to be so clingy."
"I'll make you an ice bowl later." Instead of leaving, Zhong Mingwei hugged Meiya even tighter. He was actually hot, and his body was sticky. The person in the clothes, at this time, likes to be sticky with Meiya. Seeing Meiya's face still on her face, he hurriedly asked, "Make a bigger ice bowl, okay?"
"Two." Meiya bargained.
"No, I can only eat one," Zhong Mingwei said softly, "In a few days, I will feel uncomfortable. If I eat too much cold food, my stomach will hurt again."
"It's coming again?" Meiya looked shocked, "I remember... it's been a few days? Why is it coming again?"
"Yeah, there's still half a month left," Zhong Mingwei said hastily, "we have to take precautions in advance."
The corners of Meiya's mouth twitched: "...well, from tonight we will sleep in separate rooms, isn't it necessary to prevent it in advance? Don't provoke me."
"Two ice bowls! Two!" Zhong Mingwei immediately raised his hands in surrender without any pause, "My daughter-in-law wants to eat two, of course she must be satisfied, what can I say?"
Meiya: "...hehe."
"Master!" Pang Yi called the door outside.
"Come in." Meiya responded, pushing Zhong Mingwei away.
"Master, ma'am," Pang Yi entered the door, walked to the table, looked at the letter written by Zhong Mingwei on the table, and asked Zhong Mingwei, "Can we just hand it over to Mr. Fang, the prefect?"
"Well, I'm just a common man now, so naturally I can't directly contact the capital. It's better to have the magistrate's yamen forward it on my behalf." Zhong Mingwei put the dried letter into an envelope and handed it to Pang Yi, " All right, let's go."
"Yes." Pang Yi finally believed, bowed and retreated immediately.
"Will people be suspicious when the letter is delivered to the capital?" Meiya asked a little worriedly.
"No, now that King Pingxi is in the capital, and southern borders are uneasy, and the queen mother's birthday is approaching, father doesn't care about my life," Zhong Mingwei said, taking a handkerchief to wipe off the beauty. Sweating on Ya's forehead, he poured a cup of herbal tea and put it in his hand, "Furthermore, it's just to report the death of Duan and An, and by the way, I, a commoner, married another commoner to live together. It's not big news, no one will care."
That's right, the Duan family has collapsed, who cares whether Duan Rulan lives or dies? An's family is even more eager for Xiao An's death, so naturally they will not get to the bottom of it, and no one will care what kind of village girl the half-dead paralyzed man marries.
"That's good," Meiya nodded, and looked at Zhong Mingwei while taking a sip of her tea, "It's just that the news of Duan and An's death in the Ninggu Pagoda reached the capital, and I'm afraid you will get rid of the notoriety of being a wife." It's gone."
Zhong Mingwei was startled, then pulled his lips and smiled: "What? Little lady regret it now?"