"Long Live Lord's mind is the most difficult to guess. Who knows what kind of medicine he sells in his gourd?" Pang Yi frowned, taking a sip of tea. Looking at Zhong Mingwei again, "Master, which prince do you think Long Live Lord prefers to be the crown prince? Is it Prince Rong or King Huijun?"
"Isn't there another fourth prince?" Zhong Mingwei said indifferently.
"Why? Master, do you think Long Live Lord prefers the fourth prince?" Pang Yi was immediately stunned. "But the fourth prince is only fourteen years old this year. It is said that he has enshrined the land to become the king. At this age, the fourth prince is afraid that he has to go to the study every day to study hard. He has no foundation in the court. How can Long live Lord?" Do you like him?"
"I'll just say it casually," Zhong Mingwei said, shaking his head. "I just find it a little strange. Whether it was in the past or now, no matter how much the princes fought each other and fought openly and secretly, it never affected the fourth prince. He grew up so calmly, and this calmness was even inconspicuous. Isn't it strange to appear on a prince? Besides, the background of the fourth prince is not bad."
Pang Yi was startled when he heard this. Then he said: "Perhaps Long Live Lord never chose the fourth prince as the crown prince. The imperial concubine's thoughts have always been on Prince Rong. She didn't care about him, and the fourth prince became the least existing among the princes." The prince who feels threatened and threatened. So the fourth prince was able to grow up peacefully?"
"So, I said it. It's just a casual remark," Zhong Mingwei pulled his lips and smiled at Pang Yi. While taking a sip of tea, he said lightly, "But I don't care whoever becomes the prince, as long as he doesn't put his hands on my three-acre land, he doesn't care about my business. Otherwise, I will chop him off." hands."
Pang Yi looked at Zhong Mingwei's indifferent face, obviously without any expression, but he couldn't help but think of Zhong Mingwei from the past, that immobile and cold-blooded prince of the Eastern Palace, for a while, he just felt a little uncomfortable , but he can also understand Zhong Mingwei, because once he returns to the capital, he will also become vicious, gentle and calm only belongs to Ning Guta, and the capital has always been a dragon's pond and a tiger's den to them.
"Pang Yi, it's getting late, hurry up and accompany Sister An," when the two of them were thinking about their own matters, Meiya pushed the door in and pointed at the tray with candied dried fruits on the small table. While talking to Pang Yi, "Sister An just drank the anti-fetal medicine, and she is complaining, so hurry up and take it over to coax Sister An."
"Oh! Thank you, madam!" Pang Yi was so busy that he trotted out with the tray.
"Zhong Mingwei, take a look, am I a little different from usual?" Meiya quickly walked up to Zhong Mingwei, looked up at Zhong Mingwei, turned her face constantly, and said a little nervously, "See Did you see it?"
Zhong Mingwei looked at the girl's pink and jade-carved face, and finally his eyes fell on the girl's chin. The faint scar disappeared, and the white and small chin looked tight, but Zhong Mingwei was a little dazed.
"Why are you so stupid? You haven't seen it for a long time?" Or Meiya couldn't bear her temper, raised her chin to Zhong Mingwei, and said happily, "Sister An taught me to adjust the makeup, didn't you put it on?" Are the scars covered tightly? Can’t they be seen at all? Hehe, I asked Sister An to make two small boxes for me, and I’ll just paint my face like this from now on!”
"It's good, I can't see it," Zhong Mingwei looked at the girl's happy eyes, and smiled along with his lips, but for some reason, he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and he stretched out his hand to pull the girl into his arms Li, let her sit on his lap, while holding her hand and said, "Don't you like to put on makeup?"