"Zhong Mingwei, we don't have a vase at home, where are we going to put these flowers?" Meiya looked at the bunch of flowers in her hand. She giggled all the way until she entered the room, then she was dumbfounded. While holding the flowers, she looked at Zhong Mingwei pitifully. "Zhong Mingwei. Is it too late to buy a vase now?"
"By the time you buy the vase, these flowers will have already withered," Zhong Mingwei said. He casually took out a rough ceramic jar from under the table. The jar was originally intended for pickling cucumbers, but it was not used because it was too small. He just put it in the room to use as a brush washer. Who knew it would be useful at this time? Zhong Mingwei scooped water into it and said to Mei Ya. "I think this vase is good."
"How can this be called a vase? It's just a pot with a big belly! It's ugly." Mei Ya looked at the dark pot with uneven colors. She looked disgusted and glared at Zhong Mingwei. "Don't think that I've never seen good things just because I'm a rough maid! In the Yanxi Palace, even the chamber pots are more beautiful than this broken pot of yours!"
Zhong Mingwei looked helpless: "How about I go to the bedroom and get our chamber pot and use it for the time being?"
Meiya's mouth twitched: "...Actually, I think this jar is also okay, ahem!"
"Then stop talking nonsense," Zhong Mingwei looked at her little appearance. He couldn't help but curl his lips and smiled. While taking the flowers from Meiya, he inserted the flowers one by one. Although he had never learned the art of flower arrangement, he grew up in such an environment, so his aesthetic taste was naturally first-class. At this time, he was arranging flowers, and Meiya was stunned. Zhong Mingwei couldn't help feeling a little proud. While inserting the last crape myrtle into the jar, he looked at Meiya with a smile, "Does it look good?"
"Beautiful, beautiful! She is prettier than the flowers!" Mei Ya nodded hurriedly.
"Hahaha!" Zhong Mingwei couldn't help himself and burst into laughter. He held Meiya's face and kissed her, smiling and saying, "I knew our wife had good taste."
"That's right. It's a good thing you were born with such a face, otherwise I would look down on you, tut tut tut..." Mei Ya originally felt ashamed of herself, but after hearing what Zhong Mingwei said, that shame disappeared, and she immediately showed off to Zhong Mingwei, "So, you should pay more attention to your face in the future, wash it when you need to, shave when you need to, I won't like it if it gets old and rough."
Zhong Mingwei sighed suddenly: "As expected, love fades as beauty fades."
"What?" Mei Ya didn't understand, so she looked up and asked Zhong Mingwei, "What do you mean by erotic or not, or love or not?"
"You just pick out these nice words," Zhong Mingwei said with a smile, pulling Mei Ya to sit on the couch while explaining to her what love fades with beauty. "In the past, Emperor Wu had a lady named Li in his harem who was very beautiful and favored by Emperor Wu. However, beauty was envied by heaven. Lady Li became bedridden and haggard a few years after entering the palace. When Emperor Wu found out, he was extremely worried and went to visit her, but Lady Li refused to show her face. Every time Emperor Wu went, Lady Li would cover her face. Later, Emperor Wu was furious, and Lady Li told him the reason: I have been ill for a long time and my appearance has been ruined. I cannot see Your Majesty again. I wish to entrust the King of Changyi and my brothers to you. Later, Lady Li refused to meet Emperor Wu until her death, because she was worried that those who seduce others with their beauty would lose their love with their beauty."
"Then you don't have to worry about that," Mei Ya said as she walked to Zhong Mingwei, sat on his thighs with her legs apart, held Zhong Mingwei's face in her hands, and looked at him eagerly. "You drooled with your mouth open in the middle of the night, and sometimes you even gnawed your teeth and snored. You looked so stupid, but I still think you're pretty. Of course, with you in my arms, there's no way I can say that love fades with age."
"How are you better than me?" Zhong Mingwei's face immediately turned red. He glared at Mei Ya and said angrily, "Don't you also grind your teeth and snore? You...you sometimes even fart in the middle of the night!"
Meiya: "...When? Did you...smell it?"
Zhong Mingwei's face turned even redder, and his eyes widened: "Who smells this?!"
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