"No, Zhong Mingwei, I'm worried," Mei Ya looked at the man's solemn face and shook her head slowly. Seeing that Zhong Mingwei was about to make another promise, she stretched out her hand to cover Zhong Mingwei's mouth and said slowly, "I'm not worried about Prince An, nor am I worried about the future emperor. I'm worried about my husband. So no matter how many loyal ministers you have around you, Zhong Mingwei, I won't be worried. You must stay. We said that we will share weal and woe, life and death together."
"Well, then please stay, ma'am." Zhong Mingwei smiled and held Mei Ya's hand. In fact, how could he bear to let Mei Ya go?
He used to be a cold-hearted person who hated being disturbed, especially by women. In his opinion, this was a nuisance and a burden, so he only went to the backyard a few times a year. But now, if he didn't see his maid for a day, he would feel depressed. He said every day that he would accompany his wife for lunch and sleep, but who was accompanying whom? Who was more dependent on whom? Zhong Mingwei knew it very well. Now thinking about his past self, Zhong Mingwei felt as if he was in another world. For a future emperor, a cold heart might not be a bad thing, but for a husband, eating a bowl of hot noodle soup made by his wife every morning became the most important thing.
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Today's hot soup noodles were placed in front of him. Zhong Mingwei ate them with great relish. Because they were longevity noodles, Mei Ya was always particular and didn't allow him to bite the noodles in pieces. So Zhong Mingwei ate them in pain but with joy. He finished the bowl of longevity noodles in one breath. Zhong Mingwei's face was covered with sweat. As soon as he raised his head, Mei Ya handed him a handkerchief. He didn't take it but leaned towards the girl and presented his sweaty face to her, obviously acting like a coquettish person.
"Is it delicious?" Meiya let him act like a spoiled child, reaching out to wipe his sweat, whispering, "I'm not used to the kitchen outside. I always feel like the noodles are not stretched well. Are they too hard?"
"It's not hard, just the right amount of springy and chewy," Zhong Mingwei opened his eyes and smiled at Meiya. He reached out to grab Meiya's hand, kissed her, and said with a smile, "If I wasn't afraid that you'd be too tired, I'd really like to have you roll out longevity noodles every day."
"That's great. You grow one year older every day. In less than half a month, I should call you grandpa," Meiya suppressed her laughter, looked at the man's dark face, and raised her eyebrows and said, "Grandpa Zhong, you have good teeth. You must have eaten a lot of walnuts when you were young, right?"
Grandpa Zhong silently withdrew his hand: "...Shut up."
Mei Ya looked at him with such a frustrated look, and couldn't help but smile. But at the same time, she seemed to suddenly think of something, and couldn't help but frowned and looked at Zhong Mingwei: "Mingwei, Prince Rong ascended the throne today."
"Yes, the coronation ceremony starts at 7:00 a.m., which is about now," Zhong Mingwei looked at the gray sky outside the window and frowned. "I'm afraid it's going to rain heavily. Why did the Imperial Astronomical Observatory choose this day?"
"I've always felt that officials like the Imperial Observatory are freeloaders. Predicting good and bad luck is nothing more than playing tricks. What's the difference between them and the shamans in Chenjiatun?" Mei Ya muttered. As she walked to the door, she looked up at the sky that was getting darker and darker. When she spoke again, she was even more sarcastic. "Look, this is the auspicious day detected by the Imperial Observatory. Wow, even the Dragon King can't wait to attend Prince Rong's coronation ceremony. It's really a rare auspicious day."
"No, the official historian of the Imperial Observatory, Zhen Yongtang, studied under the master of metaphysics, Wang Chunfeng. His attainments in metaphysics are beyond the reach of ordinary people. How could Zhen Yongtang be so careless and choose a rainy day for such an important day as the enthronement of the new emperor?" Zhong Mingwei also walked to the door and frowned, "I don't know what kind of evil has befallen Zhen Yongtang, and the people in the Imperial Observatory, are they tired of living?"
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