Zhong Mingwei also looked at that place. Pang Yi had told him that there would be a rockery there and a pond dug to raise fish. But at this time, hearing what Mei Ya said, how could Zhong Mingwei disagree? He nodded and said, "Okay. Let's build a swing."
"I've always wanted to have a swing, but I never sat on one when I was a kid. There is one in the Yanxi Palace, but it's the Fourth Prince's swing, how dare I touch it? But I've also seen the Fourth Prince swing on it a few times, and I'm so envious." Mei Ya was a little excited, and her rosy little face turned to Zhong Mingwei, "Zhong Mingwei. The swing is ready. Come play with me!"
"Me? I'm this old, how can I play on a swing?" Zhong Mingwei laughed.
Meiya insisted: "Why can't I play? Who says that a 33-year-old man can't play on a swing? Besides, you must have never played on a swing when you were a child. You must have wanted to play on it very much in the past!"
Zhong Mingwei was stunned. Then he nodded: "Okay. Let's play together then."
Yes, no matter how old a person is, he also had a childhood. He was also old enough to miss playing, but he was different from the fourth prince. Born to be loved, he had no shortage of these toys. His childhood. There were no swings, no fun, only endless schoolwork, and fear when facing his father, the queen mother.
"It won't just be the two of us playing, there will be dolls too, so our whole family can play together," Meiya said while giggling non-stop, squeezing Zhong Mingwei's hand and saying, "When the time comes, we'll line up to play, I'll line up behind the doll, and you'll line up behind me. You have to wait until we've had enough fun before it's your turn."
Zhong Mingwei stared at the empty space in front of him without blinking. He seemed to have seen Mei Ya and her two little kids playing on the swings, and he seemed to have heard their giggles. However, in such a beautiful scene, there was no trace of him...
Zhong Mingwei's face became more and more ugly, and he could hardly stand. His body swayed, and then he was supported by Mei Ya.
"Are you feeling unwell again?" Mei Ya looked at Zhong Mingwei with a worried look on her face. "How about I help you go to the room and take a rest? Pang Yi said the house has been cleaned up and you can move in directly."
"It's okay," Zhong Mingwei forced out a smile and said softly to Mei Ya, "Take a look and see if there's anything else you like. Tell me all of them today so I can buy everything for you."
"It's not like there's no tomorrow, why are you in such a hurry?" Mei Ya was a little unhappy. She was worried that Zhong Mingwei's body couldn't handle it. After all, the yard was too big, and it would take a lot of effort to walk from front to back. Zhong Mingwei's legs would naturally be tired.
"Be obedient!" Zhong Mingwei's face darkened.
"Got it! Got it!" Mei Ya muttered impatiently while helping Zhong Mingwei up to the corridor.
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April 20, 1934
Beijing
Prince Rong's Palace.
After a whole night of hard work, Princess Da'an of Prince Rong gave birth to a little prince in the early morning of that day. This was also the eldest grandson of His Majesty. Zhong Zhiheng was very pleased and named the little prince Yuanying. At the same time, he promoted Concubine Zhao to Imperial Concubine and chose an auspicious day to perform the ceremony of conferring the title.
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The next day.
Prince Rong's Palace.
That night.
In a simple and cramped room in the side courtyard, Prince Rong Zhong Mingzheng sat upright on an armchair, holding a blue and white porcelain teacup in his hand and sipping tea slowly. A trembling middle-aged man knelt at his feet. Perhaps he had been kneeling for too long, and his body was a little unstable and shaky, as if he could faint at any time.
"What? Haven't you figured it out yet?" Zhong Mingzheng drank half a cup of tea in gulps, and put the cup back on the small table. Then he looked at the man, looking at his pale cheeks and messy hair. He seemed very satisfied. Zhong Mingzheng sighed softly and continued to speak slowly, "You don't want to take the broad road, but insist on going down this road to the end. Tsk tsk tsk tsk, how can there be such a stubborn person in this world?"
"Your Highness, I dare not refuse your kindness, but..." The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, and no one knew what terrible thing he remembered. He looked at Zhong Mingzheng with a horrified expression, and then kowtowed repeatedly, "I really dare not betray the Jinyiwei! Please, Your Highness, have mercy on me! Grant me death!"
"Want to die?" Zhong Mingzheng looked sneerful and contemptuous. He raised his leg and gently kicked the man in the face, saying coldly, "Two months ago, your life belonged to me. You want to die? Then you have to ask me first if I agree or not."
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