"Yes, this subordinate is resigning." Kong Wenjie couldn't stay any longer, his heart turned cold. It's not because of Fang Chengyin's word "scroll", it's because he was offended by himself, of course he knew that Fang Chengyin didn't want to hear this. He also knew that this was not what he wanted to say, but...but he just couldn't say it! He has always felt that he is a master who is not afraid of anything. Dare to love to this day. Only then did he realize that he really has a weakness, and the weakness is still so obvious...
He has nothing to do now, and he doesn't want to say anything. I just want to go back quickly and take a shower, then lie quietly on the kang.
Really... what a shame!
"Wait!" Seeing Kong Wenjie turning around and walking away with his head drooping, Fang Chengyin suddenly yelled coldly. One side got off the soft couch. He took a small bundle from the dormitory, and stuffed it into Kong Wenjie's arms all at once, with his willow eyebrows bristling. "You can go now!"
Kong Wenjie looked at the baggage in his arms. Very unclear: "Miss, this is..."
"Don't talk to me! Don't say a single word!" Fang Chengyin gritted her teeth and stared at Kong Wenjie, "You sure don't want to know how much I want to hit someone now!"
Kong Wenjie: "..."
He swallowed the phrase "Miss Farewell" silently. Then he quickly rushed out of the yard with a small bundle in his arms.
As soon as A Tao came back from outside, she saw Kong Wenjie running out with a look of lovelessness on her face. Just wondering, when he entered the room, he saw Fang Chengyin sprawled on the bed. He punched and kicked the air soundlessly.
A Tao: "..."
Did she miss something
"Miss, what's the matter with you?" A Tao cautiously stepped forward and asked, "The servant looked at Xiao Kong's guard and was in a hurry just now..."
"Don't mention him to me!" Before A Tao finished speaking, Fang Chengyin roared, "You are not allowed to call him Xiao Kong's guard again!"
A Tao only felt that both ears were buzzing, and it took a long time to realize: "Then how will the servant call Xiao... oh, no, no, guard Kong?"
"Anyway, you are not allowed to call!" Fang Chengyin muttered, while burying her face in the quilt again, while inaudibly said, "Guard Xiaokong, only I can call that, hum!"
…
Kong Wenjie hurried back to his small courtyard with the small bundle in his arms, and then threw himself onto the kang with a bang. After punching and kicking silently for a while, he hurriedly opened the small courtyard. Then he looked at the neatly folded middle coat with a feather on it. Kong Wenjie stared blankly at the feather, and suddenly remembered that day, deep in the dense forest, Fang Chengyin inserted a feather in his hair casually, then tilted his head and asked him—
"do I look good?"
At that time, he didn't answer, and Fang Chengyin was not happy, thinking that he disliked her ugly appearance, but in fact, his heart was overwhelmed, he had never seen such a beautiful girl, never really...
Kong Wenjie picked up the plume, looked at it again and again, no matter how he looked at it, he thought it looked good, and then suddenly plunged into the jacket again. On the large men's jacket, there was a faint fragrance of orchids that only belonged to women. Kong Wenjie felt as if he was going to suffocate, but he couldn't help sniffing again and again.
It smells so good.
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Jiasheng thirty-three years Jia July 20
Prince Rong's Mansion.
Zhong Mingzheng had kept a stern face since he came out of the palace in the early morning. Looking at his expression, Ling Shian didn't dare to say a word, and followed him silently into the study.
"My lord, please drink a cup of tea to moisturize first." Ling Shi'an poured a cup of lotus heart tea, put both hands in front of Zhong Mingzheng, and said in a deep voice, "Old Shangshu Yan of the Ministry of Punishment is over seventy years old, and his bones have long since failed. Hasn't Zou Shijie been in charge of the Ministry of Punishments for many years? Now that Old Shangshu Yan has resigned and returned home, it is also reasonable for the Lord Long Live to promote Zou Shijie as Minister of the Ministry of Punishments. Why are you angry?"
Old Shangshu Yan of the Ministry of Punishment, his health has not been very good since more than ten years ago. He persisted for a few years at first, but he couldn't hold on anymore. He has already asked Zhong Zhiheng to resign several times, but Zhong Zhiheng has always treated this commoner well. Old Shangshu tried to persuade him to stay again, and he spared him from going to court in the future. Old Shangshu Yan persisted for a few more years, but now he couldn't go on anymore. He begged Long Live Lord to allow him to hang the crown and return to the field, and Zhong Zhiheng agreed. Then, Zou Shijie, the left servant from the second-rank punishment department, was conveniently promoted to be the first-rank minister of the punishment department. Zhong Mingzheng's heart was half cold at that time.