Chapter 992

"Then you have to be careful. I've been in a state of confusion these two days," Meiya sighed softly, pausing, and then looked up at Zhong Mingwei with a black eye. "Mingwei, can't we look back this time you're in the palace

Zhong Mingwei was stunned, but she didn't expect Meiya to ask. After a pause, Zhong Mingwei nodded: "yes, I can't go back. Girl, if you regret it, I will..."

"No, I won't regret it," said Meiya, shaking her head firmly, while sinking. "He can even start his own brother, not to mention that he has always been hostile to you. If he really became the son of heaven, we're afraid that we will follow the fourth Prince's example. Mingwei, compared with being strangled with bowstring by others, is better to fight now."

Silent for a long time, Zhong Mingwei suddenly smiled at Meiya: "waiting for me to come back."

"Well, I'll cook a pot of porridge with white fungus and mung bean and wait for you." Meiya also smiled, her eyes curved.

Zhong Mingwei said nothing more, stroked the girl's cheek gently, then turned and went down the steps. Pangyi helped her to get on the carriage. The horse roared and ran forward. Meiya stood in front of the door and followed the carriage with her eyes. She watched for a long time until the carriage turned and disappeared at the corner. Then she turned and went back to the house.

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Heart building.

When Zhong Mingwei arrived, Zhong Zhiheng was taking medicine.

"Long live ye, Princess an is here," Zhao Ruhai reported to Zhong Zhiheng when he went to the soft couch. "Long live ye, please come in now?"

"Well," Zhong Zhiheng put down the medicine bowl, wrinkly his eyebrows and rinsed his mouth, then said to Zhao ruhaidao, "let Princess an come in."

"Yes, I do." Zhao Ruhai bowed and walked out. After a while, Zhong Mingwei came in.

"My son has seen my father, and I'd like to thank him." Zhong Mingwei walked to Zhong Zhiheng, kneeling on his knees, and kowtowed.

"Come on, get up," said Zhong Zhiheng, looking down at Zhong Mingwei, who was kneeling in front of him. Then he opened his mouth again. "Mingwei, go and pour me a cup of tea."

As soon as this sound fell, Zhong Mingwei and Zhao Ruhai were shocked. Zhong Zhiheng was always fierce and indifferent. He was seldom so gentle to the emperor. What's more, he was always disgusted with Zhong Mingwei.

"Yes, my son obeys."

After a moment's hesitation, Zhong Mingwei bowed and said, as Zhao Ruhai walked to the long case of jinsinan beside the wall, his eyes wandered over a dozen tea jars, and finally fell on the "masked stone flower". Then he opened the lid, took out the tea with a teaspoon and put it into the teapot, then poured hot water into it, which made a cup of tea. He held it in both hands, respectfully and respectfully To Zhong Zhiheng: "father, please."

Zhong Zhiheng looked at Zhong Mingwei, who was respectful and composed, and the cup of tea he handed to him. A trace of satisfaction came out of his face. He reached out to take the cup and said with a smile, "this is the first time that Mingwei has made tea for me."

"My son's craftsmanship is not good. Please forgive me." Zhong Mingwei bowed.

"No matter how bad it is, it's also the tea cooked by his son," Zhong Zhiheng led his lips, smiled, raised his chin toward Zhong Mingwei, and sat down to talk

"Thank you, father." Zhong Mingwei sat down in front of Zhong Zhiheng. He thought today's Zhong Zhiheng was too strange, or since he came back to Beijing this time, Zhong Zhiheng has become very strange. Zhong Zhiheng never smiled at him. In the past, in order to get the approval and smile of Zhong Zhiheng, he had tried his best, but he never got it. Now, Zhong Zhiheng He didn't do anything, but he made a cup of tea clumsily. Zhong Zhiheng smiled at him, and smiled so kindly. He was just like an ordinary father who loved his son too much. But Zhong Mingwei looked at the gentle smile, but he thought his hair was creepy and felt like a needle felt. After a pause, he said, "my son hasn't been able to come into the palace to say hello to my father and the emperor these days, please Father and Emperor forgive me. "