Chapter 624

"Lord!" A burly, middle-aged man who was training his family at first sight came in and bowed himself to salute Zhong Zhiling.

"Well, there's no need for so many rules." Zhong Zhiling said in a slow voice, raising his feet to walk towards the study.

"Isn't it in the capital?" The man said, also following behind the king of Pingxi, with a simple smile, "if someone saw us in Pingxi's mansion, there would be no big, no small and rough style, I'm afraid there's a good name for tired prince."

"Come on, don't you expect all the generals with five or three rough tips to be modest and modest?" Zhong Zhiling smiled faintly. "Today, when I went to the palace to meet the saint, even the emperor's brother detested my king's style. Can I not help but support some knowledgeable people who are against the rough and rude generation like Wang?"

"How do you say that, Lord?" At the door of the study, the man was so busy that he opened the door and let Zhong Zhiling in. At the same time, he followed him in and closed the door. "My subordinates were worried for the Lord at home, but I didn't expect that this time, the Lord and the emperor seemed to have a good talk."

"It's all right," said Zhong Zhiling faintly, sitting on the soft couch, pointing to the teapot on the table, and to the man, "haven't you heard from me yet?"

"Tell Wang Ye that his subordinates are about to report this," the man got up and brought the teapot, poured tea for Zhong Zhiling, and lowered his voice. "Dai Jingfeng has entered Shaanxi. When shall we start, Wang Ye

"Don't worry, just follow," Zhong Zhiling continued, sipping his tea. "Wait until he enters the south of Xinjiang."

"Yes, I understand."

"By the way, Montan, is there any news from the Turks?" Zhong Zhiling asked again.

"Tell the king, the princess said, everything is done according to the king's will, please rest assured," said the man named Meng tan. He paused again, obviously hesitated, and said again after a while. "The princess has something to convey to the king."

"Oh? What? " Zhong Zhiling seems to be surprised by this. He puts down his tea cup and looks at Meng tan.

"The princess said," please forgive me. " Meng Tan said in a deep voice.

As soon as Zhong Zhiling was stunned, he remembered that the day after tomorrow was July 7. He could not help but hook his lips and said softly, "she remembers better than I do every year."

Meng Tan looked at the expression on Zhong Zhiling's face. He was a little complicated. He had to bow down and say: "if there is nothing else, his subordinates will leave first."

"Take out all the cakes outside and let the brothers share them." Zhong Zhiling said to him.

"But it was given to the prince by the Empress Dowager. The Empress Dowager's heart can't be eaten." Montan said hurriedly.

"It's OK. Take it down. It's better than letting the Empress Dowager's heart rot." Zhong Zhiling said lightly.

"Yes, thank you so much At that moment, Montan retired with a smile.

Zhong Zhiling sat on the soft couch and drank up the tea in the cup. He was entranced by the blue and white porcelain tea cup. He heard a clear birdsong outside. He turned to look out and saw a pair of yellow finches flying west on the pomegranate tree outside the window.

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Jiasheng, July 7, 2003

ningguta.

Nanshan bieyuan.

Zhong Mingwei is awakened by Meiya. In fact, when Meiya wakes up, he wakes up, but he pretends not to wake up, continues to sleep, and at the same time hugs Meiya to death. Then he feels how the little girl carefully emerges from his arms. The more careful Meiya is, the more beautiful his heart is. The girl cares about him. Every morning It's a big project to get up, and I'm afraid to wake him up. In fact, Zhong Mingwei wants to tell Meiya that it doesn't matter. Most of your movements don't matter. Anyway, I'm awake, but he likes Meiya, the little milk cat, to rub out in his arms little by little, so he has been reluctant to talk about it, so he really enjoys every morning.

It's just that Meiya doesn't enjoy it at all. Today is Zhong Mingwei's birthday. She has to make birthday noodles for Zhong Mingwei. Birthday noodles are not as good as ordinary noodles. It's useless. So she can't stay in bed anymore, but how can this man sleep so dead? And hold her so tight!

Meiya wants to cry a little.

"Zhong Mingwei, Zhong Mingwei..." After struggling for a long time, Meiya has to bite her teeth to push zhongmingwei. She looks at the man and hums twice, then turns over, and her slightly dry lips are pursing.