"Okay, I will remember it for the rest of my life," Zhong Mingwei said. He leaned over and kissed Meiya on the lips, then said slowly, "Even if you die, I will take you into the coffin."
"Then take me in too. I once heard a line in an opera that I can't remember clearly, but I know its meaning," Mei Ya blinked her eyes, staring at the man's eyes close to her. Every word she spoke was full of affection, "In life, we sleep on the same kang. In death, we lie in the same pit."
"We will sleep together in life and study together in death." The next second, Zhong Mingwei held the back of Mei Ya's head and kissed her again. "Girl, marry me soon."
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April 1, 33rd year of Jiasheng
That night.
The capital.
Prince Hui's Mansion.
According to tradition, every year before the Qingming Festival, the Imperial Guards would send a new group of guards to the imperial mausoleum to replace the guards who guarded the mausoleum last year. This year was no different, but because the second and third princes had both been crowned kings, according to ancestral rules, each of the two princely palaces would send a guard to accompany them to the imperial mausoleum to show the two princes' respect and filial piety to their ancestors.
The candidate chosen by Prince Hui was Liao Chongwu.
Liao Chongwu froze as soon as he got the message, and then rushed straight into the study in the front yard. At that time, Zhong Minge was sitting on the couch drinking tea. A chess set was set on the small table. He was staring at the chessboard without blinking. Hearing the noise, he turned his head to the door and glanced at the angry Liao Chongwu, then said slowly: "You are here."
It seemed as if he knew Liao Chongwu was coming back early, and he also seemed to have been waiting for Liao Chongwu early.
"Come here and play chess with me," Zhong Minge turned his head and poured a cup of tea and placed it on the other side. "As usual, you go first with the red chess piece."
Looking at his lukewarm attitude, Liao Chongwu felt more and more angry and had no place to vent. He stood there for a long time, and finally walked slowly to the couch and sat down.
"Make a move." Zhong Minge tapped his finger on the small table, urging Liao Chongwu.
Liao Chongwu glanced at him and then moved his cannon.
"Sure enough, you're still the first to make a move," Zhong Ming'e curled his lips lightly, and as he went on the stage, he continued, "Every time you make a move, you're bound to lose, but you'll still make a move the next time. How come you don't learn your lesson?"
"What about you? Don't you always go to the government?" Liao Chongwu said coldly. "Isn't it the same old routine that hasn't changed in more than ten years?"
"Yeah, I also have a short memory," Zhong Ming'e said calmly, lowering his head. He took a sip of tea and said slowly, "You already know?"
"Know what?" Liao Chongwu asked in a harsh tone, sizing up Zhong Ming'e with sarcasm, "Do you know that Your Highness has learned your lesson? Or do you know that I, the chess piece, can finally roll off the chessboard?!"
"You are not a chess piece, and you never have been," Zhong Minge stared at the flaming red cannon and murmured, "I have many chess pieces, but you are not one of them."
"Then what am I?!" Liao Chongwu suddenly overturned the chessboard and roared at Zhong Minge like an angry lion, "If you want me to play, I will play! If you want me to get off, I will get off as far as I can! If I'm not a chess piece, then what am I?! Ah?! Tell me, if I'm not a chess piece, then what am I?!"
"You know!" Zhong Minge suddenly raised his face and looked at Liao Chongwu with wet eyes. He tried his best to hide his grievance and helplessness, but his eyes were still wet. He bit his lip and looked at the furious Liao Chongwu through his tearful eyes. When he spoke again, his voice was choked with sobs, "Liao Chongwu, can you please leave? Don't stay in the capital, okay?"
"Why... do I have to leave?" Facing such a pair of eyes, Liao Chongwu really couldn't get angry. He drooped his shoulders a little disappointedly, walked in front of Zhong Ming'e, held Zhong Ming'e's hands with both hands, and said through gritted teeth, "Why, do you have to make me leave?"
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