"What do I have to regret? I'm so happy!" Meiya also laughed, "With your reputation as a wife-killer, naturally no one will be willing to send their daughter to Ningguta anymore. Hehe!"
Zhong Mingwei looked at Mei Ya's smug and cunning smile, feeling both sweet and sad. He leaned over and kissed Mei Ya's rosy lips. He whispered, "You are the only one who cares about me so much."
"That's enough." Mei Ya put the teacup on the table and put her arms around Zhong Mingwei's neck.
"Yes. That's enough." Zhong Mingwei said softly, kissing more passionately, but Zhong Mingwei couldn't continue kissing. He let go of Mei Ya, looked at Mei Ya who was laughing so hard, and said silently. "What's so funny?"
Yeah. What's so funny?
They were kissing each other, but the girl kept giggling, which not only spoiled the fun, but also made Zhong Mingwei depressed... Could it be that the girl was mocking his poor kissing skills?
"Hehe." Mei Ya looked at Zhong Mingwei's expression. She knew he was upset, but she couldn't help it. So she covered her mouth and laughed for a long time, and finally stopped. She blushed and said to Zhong Mingwei, "Zhong Mingwei, I just think we are quite funny."
Zhong Mingwei didn't understand: "Why is it funny?"
"Let me ask you something." Mei Ya said, crossing her legs and looking at Zhong Mingwei with vigor, "Are you tired of being asked to chew on pig's trotters?"
Zhong Mingwei nodded, but became more confused. What did this make sense?
"I get sick of it too. No matter how delicious the bone marrow is, I can't stand eating it every day," Meiya continued to mutter. She didn't know what she remembered. She smiled again, licked her lips with her pink tongue, and said shyly, "But, I nibble on your mouth all day long, but I don't get sick of it at all. Don't you think it's weird?"
Zhong Mingwei was startled, then said with a proud look on his face: "That's right, my mouth tastes much better than pig's trotters."
"What about mine?" Meiya was busy pouting her lips, pointing at her overly rosy lips with her white and tender fingers. When she spoke again, she acted like a spoiled child, "Does it taste better than pig's trotters, too?"
"You'll have to try it to know." Zhong Mingwei smiled and bent down again.
…
July 14, 1934
That night.
Imperial tomb.
On the day before the Ghost Festival, Prince Hui's carriage arrived at the imperial mausoleum. It was almost dusk at that time. Prince Hui rushed all the way and went directly to the palace near the imperial mausoleum. He told the guards of the mausoleum not to come to pay their respects.
"This time, His Majesty sent Prince Hui to sweep the tomb on behalf of the Emperor. This shows that His Majesty has a special affection for Prince Hui."
During dinner, a group of guards of the mausoleum sat together and chatted, one after another, very happily. Although guarding the imperial mausoleum did not have much future, that was the good thing about it, it was free and relaxed, unlike in the capital, where they had to be cautious in everything and had to think three times before saying anything.
"Yes, I used to serve in the palace. Once, I was on duty in the upper study. That time, His Majesty suddenly came over and asked about the homework of Prince Hui and Prince Rong," a guard said with relish. Seeing that all the guards were looking at him, he became more and more suspenseful. "Guess what?"
"Why don't you tell me what's going on?" Several guards urged him impatiently.
"It's clear that both Prince Hui and Prince Rong recited the chapter. I forgot what it was called. Anyway, both princes knew it by heart. But His Majesty only praised Prince Hui and gave him a scented bag on the spot!" The guard continued, spitting all over the place. "What do you think, does His Majesty like Prince Hui more?"
"But if Prince Hui is more favored by the Emperor, then why did His Majesty confer him the title of Prince of the Second Rank? And made the Third Prince a Prince of the First Rank instead?" A guard was confused.
"Isn't it because the Prince of Hui has no children?" A guard said, looking around, and then lowered his voice, "If the Prince of Hui had a son or daughter, let alone being made a prince, he might even be living in the Eastern Palace by now!"
“Bang!”
Suddenly, a noise was heard, and all the guards fell silent. They all looked towards the door, and saw Liao Chongwu put the bowl in his hand heavily on the table. Then he looked at the chattering guards with cold eyes, and said in a deep voice: "If anyone dares to say such nonsense behind your back in the future, you must fight me, Liao Chongwu first!"
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