"Well, let's go to the front yard and wait," Zhong Mingwei said, standing up and walking out the door, while instructing Pang Yi, "Ask the kitchen to make an ice bowl and put more honey in it."
"Yes, I obey your command."
…
Laundry department.
In the dark and deep alley, two people walked silently, one in front of the other. After a while, they stopped in front of a mottled wooden door.
"Princess, we're here," Eunuch Xi turned around and said to the person wearing a long cloak and a hood behind him. While handing over the food box in his hand, he said respectfully, "Princess, you will stay in here for no more than half an hour."
"Okay," the man took off his hood, revealing a sweaty face. It was none other than Mei Ya. She reached out to take the food box and said to Eunuch Xi, "Thank you, Eunuch."
"Your Highness, you are too kind. It is my honor to serve you," said Eunuch Xi, bowing hurriedly. He added, "Princess, please go in. I will wait here."
At that moment, Mei Ya went in carrying the lunch box. It was a small courtyard. The distance from the gate to the room was only about ten feet. The house was low and the walls were mottled due to years of disrepair. Mei Ya walked on the bumpy stone road with one foot deep and one foot shallow, walked towards the house, and stopped in front of the door. She glanced at the dim yellow window, then knocked on the door gently.
"I know!"
After a while, the door was opened from the inside, and a slim woman stood in front of Meiya. After seeing who was outside, her excited and nervous face froze for a moment, and then calmed down, as if her heart had finally settled down. She looked at Meiya and smiled, "Are you Mingwei's wife?"
"Yes," Mei Ya nodded hurriedly, like a chick pecking at rice, nervously and curiously looking at the woman in front of her who was still too beautiful even though she was not wearing any makeup, "Cousin, Mingwei can't leave, so I came to see you on his behalf."
This is none other than Jinghui.
Jinghui was startled by the word "cousin", and then her eyes became wet. She patted Meiya's shoulder and said softly, "Come in and talk."
"Yes." Mei Ya followed Jing Hui into the room and looked at the furnishings in this small, simple room. She was mesmerized. She grew up in the laundry department and was very familiar with every part of it. The room she was in was where Madam Xiang once lived. Many times, she pestered Madam Xiang to tell her stories and tie her hair. Many times, she slept in this room...
She hadn't thought about these things for a long time. Since she met Zhong Mingwei, her life began to become so colorful. Without the years of hardship, she no longer had to recall the trivial warmth of the past to pass the time. So at this moment, when she revisited the old place, she naturally thought of her past in the laundry bureau, and she truly understood what it meant that time had passed and things had changed.
"I don't have any good tea to serve you," Jinghui poured a large bowl of tea and brought it to Meiya, smiling as she said, "Just drink it."
Mei Ya looked at the tea in the coarse porcelain bowl with a few tea leaves floating in it, picked it up and drank most of the bowl, then put the bowl down and smiled at Jing Hui, "The jasmine tea my cousin brewed is really good, much more fragrant than mine."
Jinghui couldn't help laughing: "What's good or bad about it? It's just worthless old tea. I hope you don't mind it."
"Then please don't despise my cooking skills, cousin." Meiya opened the lunch box, took out a bowl of mushroom porridge from it, and placed it in front of Jinghui, saying in a flattering tone, "Cousin, try it. Do you like it?"
"Mushroom porridge?" Jinghui was startled, staring at the bowl of mushroom porridge. After a while, she raised her head and looked at Meiya, asking anxiously, "How do you know I like mushroom porridge?"
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