"Master, I'm afraid Xu Chengjin has not only imprisoned Chongyuan, but Xiangyang as well." Pang Yi added, "If Xiangyang had not been imprisoned, he would have written a letter on behalf of Chongyuan. But such a long time has passed, and there is no movement from Chongyuan and Xiangyang. Something must have happened to these two people."
"Something big is going to happen in Southern Xinjiang." Zhong Mingwei said slowly, taking a sip of tea and suddenly looking at Pang Yi. "The King of Pingxi will arrive in Beijing soon, right?"
"Yes, it should be in these few days."
"Why is the timing so coincidental? Could this matter be related to King Pingxi?" Zhong Mingwei pondered.
"That shouldn't be the case. Xu Chengjin is the cousin of the Prince of Pingxi. They have been good friends since childhood. And now one is in the northwest and the other in southern Xinjiang, and there is no serious conflict between them. How can the affairs of southern Xinjiang be related to the Prince of Pingxi?" Pang Yi frowned. "Besides, no matter what, the Queen Mother is here. Even if the Prince of Pingxi and Xu Chengjin really have a grudge, don't they even care about the Queen Mother's face?"
"Yes. After all, the Queen Mother is still here." Zhong Mingwei said in a deep voice.
"Then what should we do now, sir?" Pang Yi asked, "I am worried that Chongyuan and Xiangyang might be in danger."
"We can't do anything," Zhong Mingwei looked at Pang Yi. "With my father's keenness and suspicion, I'm afraid he should have noticed something was wrong. Maybe the Royal Guards have already arrived in Southern Xinjiang. If the Royal Guards find out about the relationship between Chongyuan, Xiangyang and us, then they will be in real danger."
"Yes, I understand," Pang Yi bowed and said, as if he remembered something. He looked at Zhong Mingwei until Zhong Mingwei noticed it and looked at him. Pang Yi then whispered, "Sir, in a few days it will be the anniversary of the death of Queen Zhenxian. Do you want to... offer sacrifices?"
When he was in the capital, the palace would hold a grand sacrificial ceremony for Queen Zhenxian every July 7th, and Zhong Mingwei never missed it, so when July 7th came again, Pang Yi naturally wanted to ask a few questions.
"No need," Zhong Mingwei said calmly, "There are plenty of people paying tribute to her, and one more person wouldn't make a difference."
"Yes, I understand." Pang Yi felt a little confused, but when he thought about how Zhong Mingwei had survived the July 7th festivals over the years, he couldn't help but feel relieved. He bowed and took his leave. "Master, you can take a rest. I'll take my leave."
Zhong Mingwei nodded, and Pang Yi bowed and left.
Only after Pang Yi left the study did Zhong Mingwei let out a long sigh.
It’s really July 7th again.
…
When Pang Yi sent Xiao An home, it was already dark. Pang Yi followed Xiao An into the backyard, helped her light the candles, and boiled some hot water. He was about to go back, but Xiao An grabbed his sleeve and said, "Don't leave today, okay?"
As she spoke, Xiao An's face turned red. She was not a shameless person, but when she saw Pang Yi was about to leave again, she became anxious. She was so anxious that she even threw away her daughter's modesty.
"Be good, stop making trouble." Pang Yi looked at her like this, his heart melted. He reached out and rubbed her face, and said, "We will get married next month, and then I will accompany you every day."
Since the last time he stayed, Pang Yi had not stayed again. Although they were related and the house was far from the village, he still had to consider Xiao An's reputation. After all, they were not married yet, so how could he stay all night? Although Pang Yi also wanted to stay.
"But... I'm scared," Xiao An suddenly looked pitiful, and while she was hugging Pang Yi's strong waist, she put her head in, "Today the storyteller is telling the story of 'Painted Skin', which is full of stories about cannibalism, skinning people, and taking out their hearts and livers. It's so scary. If you leave, I will be so scared that I won't be able to close my eyes all night."
Pang Yi couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Why did I hear that the storyteller was talking about "Painted Skin" yesterday, and today he was talking about "A Bao"? "
"You!" Xiao An was embarrassed and pushed Pang Yi away, saying angrily, "Is it not possible that I was not afraid yesterday but now I am afraid when I think about it?"
"Happy, happy! Who said it's not happy?" Pang Yi's heart softened when he saw her like this. He couldn't bear to leave at this moment. He sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hands and hugged Xiao An into his arms, and said softly, "Are you really that scared?"
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