"Okay, let's go have dinner," Zhong Mingwei stood up first, and helped Mei Ya walk towards the side hall, saying, "Let's eat and talk."
"Yes," He Chengzhi bowed hurriedly, pulling Xiao Siwen to follow behind, and whispered in Xiao Siwen's ear, "You are not allowed to recite this song "Jiangnan" in front of the queen anymore, understand?"
"Why?" Little Siwen looked puzzled. "Didn't Daddy say that I, Siwen, recite this poem the best?"
"You are not allowed to recite that either!" He Chengzhi's face darkened. "If I find out, I will punish you!"
"Yes, son, I'll remember it." Little Siwen pouted and looked like she was about to cry, and she didn't dare to eat the hawthorn cake anymore.
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After He Chengzhi and his son had their meal in Jingren Palace, they did not stay for long and left the palace early. Mei Ya watched them leave the palace and felt a little reluctant to let them go.
"Little Siwen will come to the palace again tomorrow anyway," Zhong Mingwei saw Meiya's reluctance, and while helping Meiya into the warm room to rest, he said with a smile, "Why? Do you like Little Siwen so much? I see why you like her more than Little Nianqin?"
"I don't know, I always feel that I have a connection with that child," Mei Ya shook her head and was helped by the man to sit down on the couch. Then she leaned into the man's arms and looked at the crimson curtain absentmindedly, saying softly, "Ming Wei, when I look at that child, I always think of my childhood."
"What's the matter?" Zhong Mingwei's voice was a little deep when he said this. "Didn't you say that you don't remember anything about your childhood?"
"I don't remember, but I can still vaguely remember some bits and pieces," Meiya sighed, turning to Zhong Mingwei, then pursed her lips and said, "Mingwei, isn't it strange? I can't remember my name or birthday, but I can always remember a tune. Later, you taught me to read and I learned the poem "Jiangnan". I felt that the tune was particularly suitable for this poem. Don't you think it's strange?"
"So, you particularly like to hum this song "Jiangnan" in your daily life?" Zhong Mingwei looked at Mei Ya's confused face and said softly.
"Yeah," Meiya nodded, a little disappointed, "I feel like I've heard it somewhere before, but I just can't remember where. Oh! I don't know what's going on."
"If you can't remember, then don't force it," Zhong Mingwei said softly, holding Mei Ya's hand, and whispered, "Girl, not every memory needs to be remembered. Sometimes, learning to forget may be a blessing."
"So, now you can't remember what kind of suffering you endured in the clan house before?" Mei Ya looked at the man without blinking and suddenly said.
"Yeah, I can't remember anything." Zhong Mingwei was startled, then he smiled and nodded, holding Mei Ya's hand tighter. "What about you? Do you still remember the hard twelve years of slavery?"
"A slave?" Mei Ya was immediately surprised, then she straightened up, with an undisguised arrogance and contempt on her face, "Are you kidding? I am the empress of the imperial palace, and my man is the true dragon emperor. Who has the guts to let me be a slave? Are you thinking that your head is in the wrong place, so you want to move to another position?"
"Haha! Well said!"
Zhong Mingwei couldn't help laughing. He hugged Mei Ya and lay on the couch, laughing so hard that he fell backwards. Mei Ya laughed along with him. She reached out and stroked the fine lines on the corners of the man's eyes. She whispered, "Zhong Mingwei, let's forget all the hardships and anxieties in the past. From now on, we can only have happiness and sweetness in our hearts, okay?"
"Okay," Zhong Mingwei said softly, holding Meiya's hand and placing it on his heart, while touching Meiya's head, he said, "Girl, feel it, it's all full." As he spoke, Zhong Mingwei gently moved the position, and then said softly, "Here is the red bean porridge you cooked for me for the first time, sweet and sticky. Here is the first big stuffed bun you made for me, oozing with oil, the fragrance makes people drool. Here is the first bowl of longevity noodles you made for me, girl, that was my first birthday. And here, there are the little bats and bamboo signs you embroidered for me..."
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