"I didn't know I had such a subtle idea in mind, but it's hard for Guard Kong to understand it," Chen Qingxuan said with a leisurely smile. He looked at Kong Wenmin, who looked unhappy, and said, "But Guard Kong's subtle idea might be used in the wrong place. If it was used on Miss Fang, Miss Fang might have already fallen in love with Guard Kong. Why did Guard Kong come so reluctantly to pick up a dirty person like me? Guard Kong, don't you think so?"
Miss Fang. Fang Chengyin. She is the apple of the eye of the prefect.
"Chen Qingxuan, what do you mean by that?!" Kong Wenmin's face suddenly froze. His face, which had been calm all along, looked extremely ugly at this moment. He suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Chen Qingxuan's front. He squinted his eyes and glared at Chen Qingxuan. He gritted his teeth and said, "If I hear you slandering the young lady again in the future, I will smash your mouth! I will see how sharp your tongue will be in the future!"
"Guard Kong's anger. I understand it very much. But if Guard Kong wants to smash my mouth, I'm afraid he has to get past the prefect first," Chen Qingxuan said calmly. He raised his hand and gently patted Kong Wenmin's hand, smiling at Kong Wenmin. "Guard Kong, it's getting late. I'm afraid it's not good to keep the prefect waiting for a long time, right?"
"Humph!" Kong Wenmin snorted coldly. Then he suddenly shook his hand away, turned around and strode towards the carriage.
Chen Qingxuan followed him slowly, walked to the front of the carriage, climbed in by holding the door frame, and crouched down to get into the carriage. However, before he could sit down, he heard a loud "Gee, ga, ga!" from outside. Before Chen Qingxuan could react, he fell into the carriage, as if all the bones in his body were about to fall apart. He took a few deep breaths, and when he was about to climb up by holding the wall of the carriage, another "Gee, ga, ga!" was heard, followed by the horse neighing and running forward like crazy.
"Kong Wenmin! Are you looking for death?" The next second, as he fell down again, Chen Qingxuan couldn't help but curse, "Kong Wenmin, stop right there! Do you hear me?"
Kong Wenmin listened to the endless shouting and cursing in the carriage, but he didn't take it to heart at all. Not only was he not angry, he was in a good mood and hummed a little tune while driving the carriage leisurely in this pure white snow.
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Pang Yi hardly slept last night. He dozed off on the floor for a while before he hurriedly got up. Today he had to go down the mountain to find a reliable doctor. Before that, he still had a lot of things to do.
Pang Yi rolled up the bedding neatly, washed the pot, boiled a large pot of water, washed the clothes that Zhong Mingwei had taken off, and then swept the floor inside and out. There were also dishes that had not been washed last night, bedding that had not been made up, and grain, oil, rice, flour and other things piled up in the side room, all waiting for him to sort out. None of them were heavy or tiring work, but to be honest, for Pang Yi, these miscellaneous chores were more tiring.
By the time Pang Yi finished all these things, it was already an hour later, and Zhong Mingwei had woken up. Pang Yi was busy brewing a pot of jasmine for Zhong Mingwei and brought it to him, while apologetically saying, "Your Highness, I just found a bag of jasmine. I will go down the mountain later and buy you some Maojian tea. You can drink some first."
"No, this is good enough." After a night's rest, Zhong Mingwei was in much better spirits than last night. He drank a large bowl of jasmine tea in one breath and handed the bowl over, "Pour me another bowl."
It had been several days since he had tasted jasmine tea, and he missed the faint fragrance so much.
"Yes," Pang Yi hurriedly took the rough porcelain bowl, poured another bowl for Zhong Mingwei and handed it to him, saying, "Your Highness, shall I go and cook some dumplings for you?"
Zhong Mingwei said nothing. He lowered his head and drank a few sips of jasmine tea. Then he put down the tea bowl and looked up at Pang Yi: "Help me down."
"Your Highness, you can't get down now!" Pang Yi was anxious and said hurriedly, "Your Highness, if you want to do something or want something, just tell your subordinates. You don't have to get off the bed by yourself..."
"I need to go to the bathroom," Zhong Mingwei said helplessly, interrupting Pang Yi and pointing to the corner of the bed opposite him. "It's over there."
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