"What's wrong with two people? With you as the pillar, our family will not fall apart," Meiya turned Zhong Mingwei's face around. Facing her, the man's eyes were a little red, and she didn't know if it was because he drank too much. Meiya leaned over and kissed his eyes, and when she spoke again, there was a complaint in her voice. "I waited for you in the house for a whole day, but I didn't know you were so drunk that you didn't even let me lift the veil. How can there be a groom like you?"
"Then... I'll take it off for you right away," Zhong Mingwei was startled, then he hurriedly got up. He looked at Mei Ya's accusing eyes. The more he looked, the more guilty he felt. "Girl, I'm really... really stupid. How could I forget such an important thing? I really shouldn't have done that."
"What are you still trying to uncover?" Meiya complained. "I already uncovered it myself!"
"That doesn't count. I...I have to open it myself." Zhong Mingwei hurriedly shook his head, pulling Mei Ya up from behind. He took the veil and covered Mei Ya's head with it, then said softly, "Girl, wait for me."
Mei Ya rolled her eyes at him: "Zhong Mingwei, why are you so childish?"
"It's childish, but it only happens once in my life, and I can't miss it." As he spoke, Zhong Mingwei quickly walked out of the dormitory.
Through the red veil, Mei Ya looked at his back which was staggering due to his anxiety, and she frowned suddenly, but she didn't say anything. She said that she disliked Zhong Mingwei's childishness, but she was just as childish in her heart. She stood stiffly in the early morning, allowing Gu Qingtong and Xiao An to apply and smear on her face, naturally hoping to see Zhong Mingwei's surprised and happy eyes when the veil was lifted. This should be the most unforgettable scene in every man's life, right?
Mei Ya certainly wanted Zhong Mingwei to remember her forever. Although she was not a stunningly beautiful girl, she secretly hoped that Zhong Mingwei would be able to see Xi Shi in his eyes.
Mei Ya was lost in thought when she saw the man lift the crimson curtain and walk in. Mei Ya listened to his footsteps and suddenly her whole body stiffened. Her back was straight and her eyes were fixed nervously on the man who was walking towards her.
step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
…
Nine steps.
The man stopped steadily in front of her, looking at her without blinking through the thin red veil. Mei Ya raised her head and met his gaze. She was so nervous that she almost couldn't breathe, but she couldn't take her eyes away. Zhong Mingwei in his wedding dress was so, so handsome.
"Girl," After staring at each other for a while, Zhong Mingwei took the steelyard from the table, and then slowly lifted the red veil. Looking at Mei Ya's face that was gradually revealed, he was panting a little bit. He tried to calm himself down and not be like a young boy who couldn't hold it back. He was so embarrassed, but he couldn't control himself. Not only was his breathing disordered, but even his hands holding the steelyard were shaking violently. Fortunately, he still lifted the veil. He put down the steelyard, then slowly squatted down, holding Mei Ya's hands with both hands. When he spoke again, his voice was a little choked, "Girl, how can I be worthy of this..."
"What's the virtue?" Mei Ya looked at him with a smile, and gently stroked his face with her fair hands. "Didn't we agree long ago that we are equal and neither of us will look down on the other?"
"Yes, we don't dislike each other." Zhong Mingwei nodded with a smile and buried his face in Mei Ya's hands. In the end, he couldn't hold it back anymore.
Meiya put her arms around the man's neck, hugged him in her arms, and gently rubbed his hair with her chin: "Mingwei, can you read that poem to me again?"
"Okay," the man responded, still lying in Meiya's arms. He put his arms around Meiya and whispered softly, "You and I love each other so much. Love is as hot as fire. Take a piece of mud, knead you and mold me. Break both of us together and mix with water. Knead you again and mold me again. You are in my mud and I am in your mud. We will share the same quilt in life and the same coffin in death..."
…
The sixth day of the sixth month in the thirty-third year of Jiasheng
The capital.
Prince Rong's Palace.
study.
When Ling Shian hurried to the study, Zhong Mingzheng was sulking. Hearing a knock on the door, Zhong Mingzheng yelled angrily, "Get lost! If you dare to make noise in front of me again, I will drag you out and chop you off!"
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