"Yes, you don't have to worry about it," said xiao'an. Her eyes fell on the pale pink scar on Meiya's chin. Meiya's scar was originally dark red. Since Gu Changlin came to ningguta, she made ointment for her. She has been obediently wiping it. She hasn't fallen down for a day. Although the scar is still there, the color is much lighter than before Now it's light pink, and Meiya's skin is soft and white. Looking at it like a peach blossom falling on the snow, xiao'an looked at it, and then said to Meiya, "although the scar is lighter, it's still there. It's hard to be seen, or meet someone who used to know each other. Meiya, I'll teach you how to adjust the color of the powder, so that you can cover the scar It has to be strict. "
"Really? Thank you so much, sister Ann. " Meiya said with a smile.
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It's night.
Xiao'an stayed in the other courtyard of Nanshan Mountain without going home. He and Meiya beat drums and rouge in the bedroom. Zhong Mingwei and pangyi discussed the matter of starting tomorrow's journey in the study. The emperor's life was there, and they had to rush to the capital. They dared not delay for a day.
Zhong Mingwei sat at the back of the desk. After a while, he put the brush on the pen holder. Then he looked up and said to Pang Yi, "send out the letter before starting tomorrow."
Pang Yi made a cup of tea and handed it to Zhong Mingwei. At the same time, he said in a deep voice, "Sir, you can't believe the Royal Army?"
Zhong Mingwei looked at the unfinished letter on the desk. It was the letter he had just written to Chi Chongyuan. It was the first letter he had written to Chi Chongyuan since he was deposed. He took a sip of tea and said in a deep voice, "pangyi, I can't believe anyone in the capital."
"What the LORD said," Pang Yi nodded, "Rao is Ma Zhiming's sworn loyalty, but it's not clear what his loyalty is. Let's have a look at it coldly. Who knows who is standing behind him?"
"Yes, we don't have the idea of making great progress in the capital, so it's better to just click with the Imperial Army," said Zhong Mingwei in a slow voice, sipping his tea while sinking his voice. "But this time I hurried back to Beijing, I was a little worried, and I had to have some reliable people around me."
Ma Zhiming personally came to pick them up for the funeral in Beijing. Zhong Mingwei was not able to take the soldiers from the prefecture to the funeral. Moreover, the time for these soldiers to enter the mansion must not be long, and they haven't started the training. Zhong Mingwei really can't use it, so Zhong Mingwei thought of the coming of Chi Chongyuan. At this time, he quickly sent a letter to the south of Xinjiang to let Chi Chongyuan pick 100 of his sweethearts to enter Beijing, Maybe the Kung Fu of the front and back feet can arrive at the capital. After all, it's windy and snowy all the way from Ninggu tower to the capital. The road is dangerous. Ma Zhiming will come here alone on horseback, faster. If he goes back, he will have to drive a carriage for two months at a minimum. So Zhong Mingwei has calculated a good time, so he will go to South Xinjiang.
"Just now, commander Ma said that our prince's residence in an county is a little more remote than other prince's residence, so it's better for us to act at that time. It's better for us to directly insert the brothers from southern Xinjiang into your residence to be bodyguards and servants, so as to ensure the safety of your wife and your father," said Pang Yi. He didn't know what happened to him. Pang Yi frowned slightly It's said that the capital is not peaceful recently. Prince Rong and Princess Hui are pinching each other badly. After the death of the Royal concubine, Zhao's family is in danger. With Prince Rong in front of the long live master, Zhao's family is beginning to lose face. The princess Hui's office is looking forward to the good news. She is afraid that lin'er will be born in February. At that time, one prince Hui's position may not be able to run, Princess Shu I'm afraid that the empress's position will be promoted. Prince Rong is frustrated. He is afraid that he will seize the opportunity to fight with Prince Hui. At this time, he will return to Beijing. I don't know whether the war between the two will affect him again. "
"It depends on the meaning of the father," said Zhong Mingwei faintly, "to see if the father just let me go to Beijing to mourn for the Empress Dowager."