Zhong Zhiling was so annoyed by his yelling that he threw him away immediately, stood up and took the veil from Meng Tan's hand to wipe the blood on his fingers. While looking coldly at Xu Chengjin who was paralyzed by his feet: "It's just that no matter how damn it is, I have to make you a fool, right?"
"Xu Chengjin, do you know why you suffered such a crushing defeat?" Zhong Zhiling sat back in the teacher's chair. While taking a sip of tea, he took the time to look at the man who was holding his face and screaming in pain. "Because you don't understand that hatred can completely change a person's heart."
Xu Chengjin heard the words. Covering his face, he said with difficulty: "You... what do you mean by that?"
"You have to ask yourself, Xu Chengjin, why do you dare to take the risk of encroaching on those small tribes? Who told you that the emperor wanted to kill the Xu family and let you strike first?" Zhong Zhiling said word by word. The word said slowly. He looked at Xu Chengjin's unsightly face with great interest, and his lips pulled a gentle arc, "Who promised you again. Will you force the emperor to command the princes in the future?"
"This... This is impossible! You are talking nonsense!" Xu Chengjin roared angrily. Exhausting all the strength he could mobilize from his whole body, he pointed at Zhong Zhiling with trembling fingers, "She...she is my daughter. This, this is absolutely impossible..."
"It's because you think it's impossible. That's why you ended up where you are today. That's why the Xu family was defeated by you." Zhong Zhiling said slowly.
"puff!"
A mouthful of blood spewed out suddenly, and Xu Chengjin staggered and collapsed to the ground.
"Pull it down. Cut it off." Zhong Zhiling looked at the mud-like man in disgust, while getting up and striding out.
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The tenth day of September in the thirty-three year period of Jiasheng
Double Ninth Festival.
Ning Guta.
Nanshan Bieyuan.
"Zhong Mingwei. The cake I sent to Grandma Chen, Grandma Chen ate it cutely. Grandma Chen said that my kidney bean cake is the best. I also think it tastes good." As soon as she entered the room, Meiya began to chatter non-stop Zui, "The kidney beans grown by our own family are delicious. I sent all the ones I made today to Grandma Chen. I will make some Mr. Gu tomorrow. He should also like them. They are soft and glutinous. No, it’s not hard to eat this…”
Today is the Double Ninth Festival, and Meiya got up early in the morning to make some cakes for Grandma Chen, and bought two jars of Lihuabai for Gu Changlin yesterday.
"It's Grandma Chen and Mr. Gu again, so you can't miss your man?" Zhong Mingwei was terribly annoyed by Meiya's twittering. For a long time, he didn't even mention a word of him. A man who was originally narrow-minded, now his narrow-mindedness will inevitably become even more narrow-minded.
"What do you miss?" Meiya poured tea, drank it, walked to the desk, and said casually, "You don't have to worry about food and clothing, what is there to miss? You see that you have nothing to do every day. of."
"Hmph!" Zhong Mingwei snorted loudly, turned around and sat facing the window, he really didn't want to talk to Meiya at all.
"Look, it's just this kind of virtue! A man in his thirties has more things to do than a girl of sixteen or seventeen all day long." Meiya also looked down on Zhong Mingwei's behavior, and started again The scolding came to an end, "Oh, that's wrong! I'm only sixteen or seventeen, and I don't whine about so many things like you all day long?"
"Ming Wei, my stomach hurts, can you rub my little belly for me?" At that moment, Zhong Mingwei pinched his throat and imitated Meiya's voice, "Ming Wei, can you rub my belly while singing a little song?" Is it? Ming Wei, has my belly gained weight? Has my belly gained a lot of weight... "
"Who talked like that! Still belly? When did I say belly?!" Meiya blushed immediately with anger, stepped forward in three steps, and snatched the book from Zhong Mingwei's hand. He slammed down on the table hard, pinching his waist with both hands and glaring at Zhong Mingwei, "Speak clearly to me, if you don't speak clearly today, I will..."
Meiya couldn't speak anymore, and Zhong Mingwei was also silent, both of them silently looked at the book with flowers, flowers and bottles on the table.
In the end, it was Meiya who spoke first: "You...why are you watching this again?"
"Lesson preparation," Zhong Mingwei said silently, looking at Meiya with a guilty conscience, "...Isn't it going to teach you how to read and write? If you don't prepare lessons well, what will happen?"
"Who... who wants to learn the above characters?" Meiya blushed to the base of her neck, pointing to the book on the table while glaring at Zhong Mingwei, "Don't read it again, do you know?"
"But...but you bought this for me?" Zhong Mingwei was obviously unhappy, "I was too embarrassed to read it at the beginning, but you reminded me every day to read more books."