"How dare I do that?" Pang Yi said with a smile, "I brought forty jars of Shaodaozi from Ningguta. I kept ten jars for myself and gave ten jars to the guard Da Kong. The remaining twenty jars are now delivered to the palace for Your Majesty. I hope Your Majesty will accept them."
"Okay, then let's drink Shaodaozi at noon." Zhong Mingwei said with a smile.
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Jingren Palace.
Zhong Mingwei did not return to Jingren Palace for dinner today. He was drinking and chatting with Pang Yi, Kong Wenmin and others in the imperial study. After dinner, everyone left the palace and Zhong Mingwei also returned to Jingren Palace. It had been a long time since he had such a hearty drink with his brothers. He drank too much and was a little staggering when he returned to Jingren Palace. The palace servants were busy trying to help him up, but he pushed them away. Naturally, no one dared to help him up again. He did not ask anyone to report, and just held on to the wall and staggered into the room.
Mei Ya was not seen in the main hall. Zhong Mingwei was a little slow to react. He stood there for a while, then tiptoed towards the warm room. Sure enough, he saw Mei Ya lying on the chaise longue and taking a nap. Mei Ya was not a good napper before, but after living with Zhong Mingwei for a long time, she developed this habit. In addition, Gu Qingtong, Xiao An and others came over today and they talked and laughed again. Mei Ya also played with Xiao Nianqin for a long time. Inevitably, she felt more tired. After hearing the palace servant report that Zhong Mingwei was having a meal in the imperial study, she went to bed first.
Zhong Mingwei looked at the girl, who was sleeping on her side on the couch in a purple silk shirt with cloud pattern in the evening mist. The sunlight sprinkled softly on her body through the gauze window, and her whole body was covered with a layer of warm yellow. Zhong Mingwei thought she was beautiful no matter how he looked at her. When he took a step, his voice was even softer. He walked over step by step like a cat, then sat gently on the couch, took a cashmere blanket and covered Meiya with it. Seeing Meiya's slightly frowned brows, he hurriedly reached out and patted Meiya's back gently. As the man patted her gently, the slightly frowned brows relaxed little by little. Zhong Mingwei looked at her rosy little face. The more he looked at her, the more he loved her. He couldn't help but lean over and kiss her gently.
"Mingwei, please don't get up so early today, okay?" Meiya called out in a daze, while stretching out her arms to wrap around the man's neck. She was not actually awake yet, and she was doing this and saying this subconsciously. "Sleep with me for a while longer, and go to court later..."
"Okay, the country and the people are not as important as you." Zhong Mingwei said softly, and lay down. The chaise longue was not large, and it was spacious for one person to sleep on, but it would be cramped for two people to lie on it. Zhong Mingwei did not even dare to lie flat, and just lay sideways facing Mei Ya. He had not taken off his dragon robe, and the messy jade pendants and sachets on his belt were not untied. He had not thought so much about it just now, and only then did he secretly groan when he lay down. The jade pendants hurt his flesh. He was about to untie his belt, but the little girl arched her back into his arms. Zhong Mingwei did not dare to move anymore, and hurriedly reached out to grab a handkerchief from the couch and put it on his arm, for fear that the gold thread on the dragon robe would hurt his little girl's face.
This girl really cherishes her face. In fact, he cherishes it more than she does.
In the past, because of him, this girl's beautiful face was ruined, causing her to be called an ugly girl by others. When Meiya talked about this with him in Ningguta, her tone was full of indifference, but he felt like it was being pricked by needles. This feeling of guilt and heartache was something he could never get rid of and didn't want to get rid of in his life. At this time, he had drunk a little wine, so it was inevitable that he felt uncomfortable again. He gently stroked Meiya's hair on her forehead, and leaned over to kiss her smooth forehead, white nose, and slightly dry lips. Finally, his lips stopped on the small petal-like scar on her chin, lingering back and forth...
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