"Pang Yi, don't talk about it again," Meiya looked at Pang Yi and said softly. "What Mingwei said is reasonable. Let's do what Mingwei said."
"Madame, why?" Pang Yi is stunned. Obviously, he didn't expect Meiya to say that. The reason why he talked to Meiya in detail is that Meiya wanted to persuade Zhong Mingwei. One is that Meiya must be worried about Zhong Mingwei's safety. The other is Meiya's words. Zhongmingwei can listen to Meiya's words. But how can he know that Meiya is such a reaction.
"Pang Yi, Mingwei has a new life and a new center of gravity." Meiya looks out of the window, and Zhong Mingwei, who is holding scissors to trim flowers and branches in the back garden, has a mild smile in her eyes. After a pause, she turns to pangyi again. "Naturally, you should have a new life and a new center of gravity."
Pang Yi was confused. "Madam, I don't understand what you mean."
"Pang Yi, you have lived for Mingwei for more than 30 years. Shouldn't you live for yourself in the future?" Meiya said softly, clapping pangyi's hand and saying, "I heard that general Chi and general Cheng have been married in the south of Xinjiang. If Ming Wei had to give up his future and move his family for thousands of miles, how could Ming Wei live in his heart?"
"But Madame..." Pang Yi's lips trembled. He knew Meiya's meaning, but he couldn't help saying, "if you have a good or bad......"
"No," Meiya suddenly stopped Pang Yi's words and said in a deep voice, "ningguta is guarded by Lord Fang and the royal forest army. It will not happen. If it happens, it will be a terrible disaster. Where are more people in the family to avoid it?"
"Yes, I see," Pang Yi nodded. "Thank you very much, madam."
"When it comes to mentioning something, I really want to mention something about you." Meiya said with a smile.
"Madame, please." Pang Yi said hurriedly.
"The house is ready. When can I get married?" Meiya smiles and pats pangyi's hand, while she says, "if you don't take the initiative to say these things, do you want the girl's family to have the cheek to mention them to you?"
"Yes, thank you very much for your help," Pang Yi said in a daze. His cheeks were a little red, and he said sheepishly at the same time
"So, Pang Yi, it's time for you to change your habits and temper. Don't be long and short as the landlord, and ignore other people's girls. See how you live in the future!" Meiya said with a smile, "I didn't cook your meal today. Go outside."
"Yes, thank you very much, madam." Pang Yi understood the meaning of Meiya, and then hurriedly thanked Meiya and ran to the front yard.
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Jiasheng, June 17, 2013
capital.
Royal study.
Dai Jingfeng hurried in and saluted Zhong Zhiheng: "my subordinates have seen the long live master. I'd like to invite him to have a good day."
"Get up," said Zhong Zhiheng, throwing the fold aside and leaning back wearily. "Where is king Pingxi now?"
"Long live, King Pingxi has entered Shaanxi. He should arrive in Beijing within half a month." Dai Jingfeng said.
"He is a little bit accurate," Zhong Zhiheng coldly led his lips, sipped his tea, and continued to ask, "by the way, is ningguta stable? How can I hear that the king of Pingxi is going to return to Beijing, and that the sons, the sinners, and the survivors will not be able to settle down? "
"Long live, I don't know about this subordinate," Dai Jingfeng said with a slight clenched lip and a humble smile. "It's about Ninggu pagoda. The natural royal forest army is the most clear. It must be that the royal guards have no idea about Ninggu pagoda."
"Not at all?" Zhong Zhiheng glanced at him and sneered, "you old fox."
Dai Jingfeng didn't answer, still smiling pleasantly.
Since the incident of the eight tigers of the Jiang family, the royal guards pulled out of the Ninggu pagoda overnight, so whether Dai Jingfeng knew the latest situation of the Ninggu pagoda or not, he dared not say a word more in front of Zhong Zhiheng.
"Long live, what you asked my subordinates to check a few days ago has been found out." Looking at Zhong Zhiheng's face, Dai Jingfeng said with relief.
"Oh, let's hear it," said Zhong Zhiheng, rising from behind the Dragon case, lazily walking to the soft couch and sitting down, looking at Dai Jingfeng in his spare time. "What has the Empress Dowager been up to lately?"