"Go." Zhong Zhiheng went out calmly. Zhao Ruhai was so busy that he took his cloak and put it on Zhong Zhiheng.
"Let the imperial dining room stew a bowl of chestnut and lotus root soup for Hui Fei, and send it to her when she wakes up." when walking outside, Zhong Zhiheng suddenly tells Zhao ruhaidao, "tell her that I will go to see her later."
"Yes, I do." Zhao Ruhai is too busy to bow down.
……
On the second day of the thirty third year of Jiasheng, ningguta.
Nanshan bieyuan.
After Meiya came back from the magistrate's Yamen, she didn't say a word and kept washing and brushing in the kitchen. In fact, there was nothing to do. But she just couldn't stop. Zhong Mingwei knew that she was in a bad mood and didn't stop her. She also followed her into the kitchen and accompanied her to wash the dishes that had been washed spotlessly.
"No need to wash..." Meiya can't see it. She grabs a dish from Zhong Mingwei's hand and puts it on the table. She lowers her head and says, "what would you like for lunch?"
"Let's eat dumplings. It's the second day of the lunar new year. We haven't eaten dumplings until now," said Zhong Mingwei with a smile. "I'll chop the stuffing. You and the noodles."
"Yes."
Now they are busy working. Zhong Mingwei is a little absent-minded, chopping the stuffing and looking at Meiya from time to time. Meiya always lowers her head and face without looking at him.
"Don't peek at me any more. Chop your hands carefully." Meiya finally couldn't help it, frowning at the man.
"Oh," Zhong Mingwei turned away a little uneasily, but he couldn't help it for a while. He simply put down the knife, then went to Meiya and squatted down, and asked softly, "Why are you not happy? Yes It's Miss Gu's case, isn't it? "
On this day, the magistrate's Yamen opened a trial of Gu Qingtong's manslaughter of Meng Wencai in the flower hall, presided over by Meiya. Only Mrs. Meng and Gu Qingtong were present, and Fang Chengyin, who was sent by Fang Zuotang to attend on his behalf.
"What can be good about such a case?" Meiya whispered, rubbing the catkins on her hands and looking at Zhong Mingwei, then said, "don't ask, I won't tell you anyway."
"I didn't want to ask, just to see you in a low mood. I'm worried about whether the case is bad for Miss Gu." Zhong Mingwei said.
"No, Mrs. Meng has signed the pledge, and will not pursue Meng Wencai's death in the future. Their family won't have trouble with Miss Gu any more, but I'm just looking at Miss Gu to make up my mind to leave ningguta." Meiya lowered her head and went on to meet again, but after a while, she stood up impatiently and frowned with Zhong Mingwei“ Forget it. Don't eat dumplings. I'm not in the mood for noodles. "
"Then..." Zhong Mingwei looked at the half minced meat on the table, and then at the noodles in the basin. Some of them said, "what shall we eat?"
"It's noodle soup," Meiya said, adding to the stuffing on the table, "vegetable noodle soup."
"OK! Then I'm going to set the fire! " Now Zhong Mingwei was so busy that he went to burn the fire.
……
After eating, Meiya still has no spirit, so she goes back to the bedroom for a rest. Zhongmingwei rarely goes to the bedroom without sticking Meiya together, but comes to the study alone. He goes to the front of the bookcase, bends down and pulls out a wooden box from the bottom of the bookcase, opens it, takes out a pair of exquisite and beautiful ice shoes from the inside, squats on the ground, and starts to be careful Examine the new ice shoes carefully.
He never made shoes, let alone skates. After more than a month of learning from Gu Changlin, he dared to make such a pair by himself.