Zhong Mingwei didn't want to think about who had given him the drug. Was it the palace maid, the imperial physician, the women in the harem, the imperial concubines or the princes? Or was it Zhong Zhiheng? He didn't want to think about it at all. His mind was empty. He couldn't think of anything. He couldn't remember anything. He could only vaguely see a loving couple. They were hugging each other so tightly...
"Zhong Mingwei, you really want a child, right?"
"I do want it. But I don't want it. I'm especially afraid that after the baby is born, you won't have room for me. You'll definitely stare at the baby all day long. Even if you pinch a little rabbit, I'm afraid you'll give it to the baby. You definitely won't pinch it for me."
"You are such a grown-up. Why are you still jealous of... a little kid? He is not even your own child. How can you be a father like this?"
"I don't care. I'm just jealous. Even my own kid can't do that. No way. I'll have another kid in a few years, otherwise I'll have a miserable life."
"Don't other people have babies as soon as they get married? Are you planning to marry me in a few years?"
"No, when the time comes, I'll ask Mr. Gu to prescribe some medicine for me. After I take it, I can... I can not have a child for now, and it won't affect the harmony of our yin and yang..."
"You...you...you shut up!"
…
The girl's face was so red, her voice was so trembling, and the shyness and expectation in the corners of her eyebrows and eyes were really charming.
Zhong Mingwei thought of the girl's red apple-like face and couldn't help but curl his lips and reveal a satisfied smile. But gradually, the smile froze, his lips trembled uncontrollably, and then he suddenly raised his hands to cover his face.
“Mingwei! Mingwei!” Gu Changlin was anxious and distressed, and hurried over to comfort Zhong Mingwei, “Don’t worry, maybe we can find the formula for the antidote.” The old man, who never comforted anyone, was completely confused at this time. He suddenly slapped his thigh and said, “At worst, I can go to the Western Regions myself and find the antidote for this Huanqing Powder for you. Mingwei, don’t cry, stop crying…”
"Sir, please go out first..." Zhong Mingwei's lips trembled, and he struggled to utter a few words, and could no longer make a sound.
"I'll go out first. Call me if you need anything. I'll be in the side room." Gu Changlin had no choice but to get up, glanced at Zhong Mingwei, sighed, and finally pushed the door open and went out.
Zhong Mingwei fell down with his face covered. He lowered his head and smelled the faint scent of osmanthus. He could no longer bear it, so he covered himself with the pink little pillow and sobbed.
…
Mei Ya was absent-minded the whole day, thinking about the two hands that were resting on the windowsill last night, and the scene of Pang Yi and the carpenter hurriedly going up the mountain early this morning. She was worried in her heart whether the tree had fallen and damaged the house, or if it had been struck by lightning, otherwise why were the doors, windows and kang all broken?
She didn't know whether Zhong Mingwei was injured or not. It was all because Pang Yi left in such a hurry that she didn't have time to ask.
"Girl, what do you see here?" Grandma Chen came into the room with a smile on her face, carrying the basket. She walked to Meiya's side, lifted the cloth covering the basket, and said to her with a smile, "These are the chestnuts that Old Chen sent us. They were just taken out of the cellar. They are very tender. We will fry them and eat them later."
"These chestnuts are so big!" Mei Ya couldn't help but sigh as she looked at the round chestnuts in the basket. At the same time, as if she suddenly remembered something, she hurriedly took a chestnut, peeled it in two or three seconds, and quickly put it into her mouth.
"Why are you eating it raw?" Grandma Chen tried to stop her. "It's not freshly picked from the tree. It has been hidden in the ground for a year. Don't eat it raw or you'll get a stomachache."
"I didn't eat them, I just wanted to see if they were sweet," Meiya shook her head and spat out the chestnuts in her mouth while mumbling, "Last year on New Year's Eve, I bought some roasted chestnuts to eat while staying up all night. I didn't expect that they were bitter. I was so mad."
"Don't worry, the chestnuts from your Uncle Chen's house are very good. I guarantee that none of them are bitter," Grandma Chen promised. As she stood up and carried the basket into the kitchen, she asked Meiya, "Girl, have you seen Qingxuan?"
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