There are eight brothers in the Jiang family, seven of whom have been ordered to be executed by Fang Zuotang, and the third brother of the Jiang family is not in Ningguta. He was lucky to save his life, but this time the emperor's intention could not be clearer. Dai Jingfeng's legs were swollen from kneeling in front of the imperial study. He naturally knew that the emperor was concerned about this matter. How could one of the eight tigers of the Jiang family be left at large? So even though the third brother of the Jiang family had been his confidant for many years, he had to die, otherwise his legs would be lost sooner or later.
"An old fox like Dai Jingfeng can see through everything. He limped out of the palace that day and immediately ordered the execution of the Jinyiwei named Jiang Jinwan," Zhou Youan said. He reached out to pour himself a cup of tea. He looked at Ma Zhiming again, "Anyway, the Jiang family's eight tigers have been eliminated. Now Ningguta has finally settled down."
"Yes. At least I feel at ease." Ma Zhiming nodded, and looked at Zhou Youan. "Send someone to Ningguta now to pass on the lord's order to the Kong brothers and Fang Zuotang."
"Yes, I obey your command," Zhou Youan nodded in agreement. At the same time, he asked hesitantly, "General, is that Lord Fang really reliable?"
"He is an old acquaintance of the Lord. He has helped our Imperial Guards a lot over the years. He has managed Ningguta well and prevented the Jinyiwei from expanding in the Northeast. Don't think that Lord Fang is always low-key, but he knows what's going on," Ma Zhiming said, patting Zhou Youan and saying, "Go quickly."
"Yes, I obey your command." Zhou Youan stood up and hurriedly retreated.
Ma Zhiming picked up the letter, stood up, walked to the brazier and threw the letter in.
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March 3, 1933
Ningguta.
After breakfast, Gu Changlin changed the medicine for Zhong Mingwei, and then went down the mountain with Pang Yi. Pang Yi wanted to look for a suitable house, while Gu Changlin wanted to go down the mountain to satisfy his craving for wine. Although he drank every day in the mountain, he was always alone, which was really boring. So, taking advantage of the good weather today, Gu Changlin followed Pang Yi down the mountain.
After Pang Yi and Gu Changlin left, naturally only Lai Meiya and Zhong Mingwei were left at home. Today the weather was good, so Meiya took the quilts, pillows and other things out to dry in the sun. She also took Zhong Mingwei's cloak and cotton robe out to dry in the sun. Zhong Mingwei couldn't go out on weekdays, so these winter clothes were actually of no use. They were just piled up in the cupboard, and inevitably they had a musty smell. Meiya was very clean, so she took them out to dry in the sun from time to time.
There was no clothesline in the yard originally. It was installed after Pang Yi came. Now it is much more convenient to hang clothes than before. There is no need to carry the cabinet in and out.
When Meiya hung the last piece of clothing on the clothesline, a thin layer of sweat had already appeared on her face. She raised her hand and wiped the sweat off her face with her sleeve, while patting the moon-white undershirt in front of her. This was a piece of clothing that Zhong Mingwei often wore. Meiya made it for Zhong Mingwei with cloth. It was not made of expensive material, but it was cotton and comfortable to wear. Zhong Mingwei always liked to wear it close to his skin. After getting this piece of clothing, Zhong Mingwei no longer liked to wear his previous silk pajamas. He wore this one eight out of ten days. He wore it frequently, so Meiya naturally washed it frequently.
Meiya reached out to straighten her clothes, trying hard not to leave a single wrinkle. As she was straightening, she moved her face close to the moon-white undershirt and sniffed the scent hard. The smell of soapberry mixed with the scent of the man filled her nose. Meiya could not help but laugh softly. She rubbed her red little face on it for a long time before she turned around and went back with the basin. But when Meiya turned around, she was stunned and her face turned red to her neck.
The broken window had been pushed open at some point, and her husband was lying on the windowsill, staring at her without blinking.
"You...why are you opening the window? Aren't you afraid of getting cold?" Mei Ya walked to the window shyly with the basin in her hand.
"How can you see it without opening the window?" Zhong Mingwei said softly, while reaching out to rub Mei Ya's soft hair.
"What did you see?" Meiya lowered her head as low as possible, staring at her cotton-padded shoes. The new black cotton-padded shoes were embroidered with twin red lotus flowers, just like Meiya's face at this moment.
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