Ding Yunwen's words are right. Zhong Mingwei's legs are incomplete. In addition, he was once deposed by the long live master. He was not destined for the throne in this life. Even though he is now granted the title of Prince Yipin, he is safe and secure for the prince of the capital. So as long as he lives in safety, he will only enjoy wealth, honor and glory in his life, although Zhong Zhiheng granted him the title according to the level of "three grades" Shiyi, but it's enough for him to live with Meiya.

Xiao'an was also very happy. He had to go to salute Zhong Mingwei and Meiya Fu: "congratulations to the prince! Congratulations to the princess! "

Zhong Mingwei's face is still ugly, and Meiya's expression is not very natural. She goes up to help xiao'an and struggles to squeeze out a dry smile: "OK, where are so many manners? I used to call you sister an, but I still call you that. You can only call me sister Meiya, you know? "

"Yes, I see." Xiao'an is really happy, not only for Zhong Mingwei and Meiya, but also because of this holy edict. From then on, she and pangyi can live a peaceful life, and there is no need to worry about the relationship with the capital.

"Well, you can go back to dinner and cook the fish soup carefully for a while," Meiya and Xiaoan, Ding Yunwen and Gu Changlin said, looking at Zhong Mingwei again, and then said, "I'm a little tired. I don't want to eat any more. Mingwei, take me back to the backyard to rest."

"Good." Zhong Mingwei said in a deep voice, and now he walked towards the backyard with Meiya.

"Why I don't think both my husband and wife are very happy? " Xiao'an watched Zhong Mingwei and Meiya enter the crescent door, then turned to Ding Yunwen and Gu Changlin. "Isn't that a good thing?"

Gu Changlin didn't speak. He just opened the imperial edict and looked at it. For a while, he took a deep breath. He dropped the imperial edict on the ground and went back to his yard without looking back. Ding Yunwen's face was not good-looking. He also followed Gu Changlin without saying a word.

"Here What's the matter? " Xiao'an's face was puzzled. Then he picked up the holy edict from the ground and turned it around for a long time. He didn't find anything wrong. Now he was even more confused.

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Meiya and zhongmingwei go back to their bedroom in silence. Zhongmingwei climbs on the Kang without a word and wraps up his quilt as soon as he opens it. Meiya looks at him like this, and feels very sad. She squats down to take off zhongmingwei's shoes and lets them aside. She looks at the little bat on the sock, who is still paying for peace. She can't help but hook her lips, and then reaches out to scratch the man's Instep.

If you change to do as usual, the man must fight back, but now the man did nothing, he just silently indented his feet into the quilt, and then Meiya took off her shoes and went to the Kang. She pulled the quilt angle under the man's pressure hard, and then she went in and surrounded the man's strong waist from behind.

"Mingwei," said Meiya gently, putting her strength around the man and reaching for his ear, "don't make yourself so sad because of some people and things, OK?"

For a while, the man in his arms nodded slightly, but his body was more and more curled up, like a prawn.

"Mingwei, unworthy, really unworthy," Meiya hugged him tighter, and her voice became gentler. "You will never see him again in your life, don't......"

"But he gave me yongyetian..." Zhong Mingwei suddenly opened his mouth. His voice trembled so much that he seemed to be worried that he could not control his emotions. He grabbed the quilt with both hands. When he opened his mouth again, he trembled all over his body. "He also said that there was no inheritance, no inheritance! He knows that I'm not hereditary! "

"Mingwei!" Meiya's heart ached. She suddenly hugged Zhong Mingwei. "Mingwei, don't do this! You can't keep this in mind all the time. You have to look ahead! Look ahead, you know? "

Zhongmingwei stopped talking. Meiya held him so tightly. For a while, he turned around and hugged Meiya in his arms. When he spoke again, his voice was hoarse: "girl, I hate it. I really hate it. I know I can't always indulge in it, but I remember I wish I had killed him myself. "