Ah Chou was busy putting on his shoes again. As soon as he bent down, his long hair fell to the ground, covering the girl's blushing face. She put on her shoes in a panic, then stumbled out.
Zhong Mingwei looked through the crack in the window and saw the girl twisting her body into the yard with her hands covering her face. The wind was strong outside, blowing her long hair up. Her two ruby-like ears looked extremely dazzling.
Zhong Mingwei's fingertips gently moved back and forth on his lips, which still had a faint salty taste. That was the taste of a girl's tears. Zhong Mingwei thought about the scene just now, facing such a smiling and tearful face. He was like a demon. Before he could control his behavior, he had already kissed her.
He had never thought that he would be so close to Ah Chou at this time. Firstly, Ah Chou was still too young. He really couldn't bear it. Secondly, his legs were not fully healed yet. He didn't want Ah Chou to be wronged, so although he had wanted to grow old with Ah Chou from the beginning, he had always been very sensible in getting along with Ah Chou. Otherwise, he would not have rejected Ah Chou's proposal to move in and sleep on the kang that day, but today, just now. He actually lost control.
Zhong Mingwei cursed himself for his weak will in his heart, while he kept rubbing his lips. The feeling just now was too tempting. Although it was just a light touch, Zhong Mingwei felt as if his soul was about to leave his body. This feeling was unprecedented. He warned himself not to let his imagination run wild, but he couldn't help but savor the taste. He really wanted to kiss her again...
Zhong Mingwei was daydreaming when he saw Ah Chou carrying the meat out of the kitchen. Feeling guilty, he quickly turned his face away, and then bit his tongue.
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When Achou came in carrying the meat, he saw Zhong Mingwei covering his mouth with a painful expression on his face.
"What's wrong?" Ah Chou hurriedly dropped the meat in his hand and climbed onto the kang. "Why are you covering your mouth for no reason?"
Zhong Mingwei didn't want Ah Chou to see his embarrassment, so he took a hissing breath and waved his hands at Ah Chou: "You are so stupid, so stupid..."
"What do you mean by no four or five?" Ah Chou didn't understand and tilted his head to tease him, "Do you have six?"
Zhong Mingwei's face suddenly became full of black lines. Achou had stayed in Ningguta for a long time, and now and then he would blurt out a word in the local dialect, which made Zhong Mingwei's head hurt whenever he heard it.
"What's the matter?" Ah Chou became impatient as he saw that he hadn't said anything.
"If there's no four, then there's no four!" Zhong Mingwei hated his own weird accent.
"If you don't speak nicely, I'll hit you!" Ah Chou glared at him fiercely, pinching his waist with both hands, looking even more powerful.
"I beat the four old men until they were exhausted..." Zhong Mingwei could only say dejectedly.
"Taoist? What Taoist? Which Taoist? Do you want to beat him to death? How big a grudge is this?" Ah Chou's mind was full of question marks. Seeing Zhong Mingwei's aggrieved look, he directly used force and pried open Zhong Mingwei's mouth. "Let me see, what are you doing..."
Ah Chou looked at the red tip of the tongue and laughed out loud: "Hahahaha! You deserve it! Let's see if you dare to do bad things again! You deserve it!"
Zhong Mingwei: “…”
Ah Chou shouted happily three times, then went down to the kang to cook, humming a little tune.
October 6, the 32nd year of Jiasheng
The capital.
Yanxi Palace.
Concubine Zhao has been in a very good mood these past two days. The Fourth Prince has made progress in his studies and has received a lot of praise from Zhong Zhiheng, and the good news from the Third Prince's mansion has made her even happier.
In fact, she originally did not like her daughter-in-law, the Third Prince's wife, Da'an. It was not that she despised Da'an's mother's family because of their low status and were not worthy of their Zhao family. An Zishang was the Minister of Rites, and the An family was also a family of scholars, and their status was not low. What Concubine Zhao hated was An Zishang's greed.
It was obvious that she had married Da'an to the third prince early on, but then she wanted to get married to the Crown Prince in the next moment. It was obvious that she was in two minds. How could Concubine Zhao not hate him?
Naturally, over the years, Da An and the Third Prince had been at loggerheads, and everyone in the court knew about it, but Concubine Zhao had never asked about it. She hoped that her son would divorce this An girl, but how could she make the decision? Da An and Xiao An were both married by imperial decree, so if the Third Prince wanted to divorce them, he would naturally have to get the Emperor's approval.
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