Chapter 681

"I see." Zhong Zhiheng's face suddenly sank. He waved to Fang Zhonglian and Zhao Changrong to sign them to leave. Then he hurried out of the Royal study.

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"Zuo Xiang, I didn't expect that you, the son of a family, would support the poor son now. If you let other families know, wouldn't this capital have no place for you to stand?" After leaving the imperial study, Fang Zhonglian and Zhao Changrong walked slowly outside the palace. Zhao looked at Fang with scorn. "Or is your Fang's door already collapsed, and you just want to pull down other door valves for backing?"

When the former Emperor was still there, Fang Zhonglian's family fell down because his father and brother were involved in corruption. Although Fang Zhonglian is an extremely high-ranking official, he has no family support behind him. It's not because Fang Zhonglian's family is hard to rise again. However, since he returned to Beijing, he has been extremely low-key and honest, never formed a party or formed a group, and even made a clean line with a large family If it wasn't for the balance of the party, it would have been long since the middle of the dynasty.

"I never thought of pushing the aristocratic family into the water. It's always the aristocratic family that doesn't want to jump down. You should be careful. Don't walk by the river." Fang Zhonglian slapped Zhao Changrong on the shoulder with a smile and walked away with his back.

Zhao Changrong looks at Fang Zhonglian's back and silently clenches his fist in his sleeve.

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The Mid Autumn Festival of Jiasheng in August 15, 2003.

Ningguta.

Nanshan bieyuan.

"It's strange that it hasn't rained since childhood to the Mid Autumn Festival, but you can see how much it rained these days, it's like a leak from the sky." Meiya grinds Zhong Mingwei while frowning at the pouring rain outside the window. "Mr. Chen left for Jilin Kao village test a few days ago. I don't know if it's not there now. If it's delayed because of the rain , that's bad. "

"No, there are still a few days left for the test. Besides, don't the magistrate send a special person to send Mr. Chen over?" Zhong Mingwei said, putting down his brush and looking at Meiya with a smile, "don't worry about others, think about how we will spend the Mid Autumn Festival today!"

"Hey, hey, are you finished?" Meiya looks at the flowers on the paper and points to the lifelike green bamboo on it with her finger. She can't help but exclaim, "Zhong Mingwei, just for your skill of drawing, let's say we don't worry about eating and drinking now. It's true that one day, you can change some bacon cakes to fill your stomach with a stroke of pen."

Zhong Mingwei listened to the girl's heartfelt praise and looked at the silver bracelet on her wrist. He couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. Isn't this a down and out life? But the thought was only fleeting. As soon as he reached out, he pulled Meiya into his arms and asked her to sit on her leg. Meiya's eyes were still looking at the picture directly. He looked at the little dark red scar on the girl's chin directly. He could not help it. He reached out and rubbed it there, and then she pushed it away: "don't touch it randomly!"

"You're really getting hotter and hotter now," said Zhong Mingwei, a little dissatisfied, holding Meiya tighter and looking at the green bamboo on the paper with Meiya, smiling at the same time? Not enough belly pockets? Babadi asked me to draw embroidery samples for you. "

"Not really," Meiya whispered, twisting to kiss the man's chin, a little embarrassed. "I want to change something for you."

"What?" Zhong Mingwei didn't quite understand, "what pattern?"

"I always embroider bats for you. I'm afraid you're tired of skewing, so I want to change a pattern for you," Meiya whispered, reaching around the man's neck. "Back then, you're stepping on blessings and safety, hehe."

All of a sudden, Zhong Mingwei understood. Under each pair of his socks, he was embroidered with a little bat, saying that he would be lucky to step on it. Now he would like to embroider bamboo for peace. Zhong Mingwei's heart was warm. He leaned over to kiss the smooth forehead of Pro Meiya and said softly, "girl, you are my blessing and peace."

"Really?" Meiya looked up and twisted her body in the man's arms. "Should you reward me?"

"Well, I'll give you any reward." Zhong Mingwei said with a smile.

"Then you..." Meiya smiled cunningly, and then came to Zhong Mingwei's ear and whispered something.

"Really, really? Do you have to listen? " Zhong Mingwei's face suddenly looks like a chicken.