"Didn't you leave?" Zhong Ming'e cried in despair. He stretched out his hand and hit Liao Chongwu hard, gritting his teeth. "Didn't you leave? Why did you come back? Coming back to see me like a loser, do you... do you feel very proud and relieved?!"
"Ming'e," Liao Chongwu said with a sob. He stretched out his hand and pulled Zhong Ming'e into his arms, saying without hesitation. "Ming'e, I am even more useless than you."
Zhong Minge, who had been crying non-stop, suddenly stopped. He put his arms around Liao Chongwu and put his face in the crook of his neck. His whole body was still shaking violently: "Liao Chongwu, I regret it, I regret it..."
He really regretted it. Although he didn't know what he regretted. Was it because he regretted sending Liao Chongwu to the imperial mausoleum, or because he was soft-hearted and succumbed to Concubine Shu's tears? He couldn't tell. He felt that there was nothing he didn't regret in his life until now...
No. There is one thing. He will never regret it until he dies.
"Ming'e, my Ming'e..." Liao Chongwu patted Zhong Ming'e's back repeatedly. When he calmed down a little, he held Zhong Ming'e's face. He carefully separated the hair stuck to his face one by one, and then he kissed the trembling lips...
Zhong Minge's moon-white nightgown had slipped down to her waist at some point, and Liao Chongwu's armor had been thrown aside. The two of them were kissing passionately on the scarlet carpet, wishing they could tear each other apart and eat them, until Liao Chongwu's hand covered Zhong Minge's waist...
“No, don’t!” Zhong Ming’e suddenly pushed Liao Chongwu away. His face was so pale that it was scary. He didn’t dare to look at Liao Chongwu’s face. He just curled up on the ground, covering his head with his hands. His shoulder blades twitched again and again. When he spoke again, his voice was filled with tears again, “I… I’m not clean anymore. I’m very dirty, very dirty…”
"Ming'e, look at me!" Liao Chongwu felt his heart was broken. He forced Zhong Ming'e to raise her head. He looked at her panicked and dodging tearful eyes and suddenly kissed her without stopping for a moment. "Ming'e, you are the cleanest. In my heart, there is no one in the world who is clearer and purer than you."
"Really...really?" Zhong Ming'e asked doubtfully, looking at Liao Chongwu anxiously with wet eyes.
Liao Chongwu didn't say anything else. He held his face and kissed him again, more passionately and gently. Gradually, Zhong Minge's curled up body relaxed, and he hugged Liao Chongwu tremblingly.
…
July 18, 1934
Ningguta.
Nanshan Villa.
Kong Wenmin came to Nanshan Villa early in the morning. At this time, he and Meiya were harvesting beans in the fields behind the villa.
Kong Wenmin carried two bundles of beans to the edge of the field, then squatted down and picked up the beans that fell on the ground with Zhong Mingwei, while continuing, "Master, the situation at the Northwest Forest Farm has been stabilized, please rest assured, you and your wife."
"How to stabilize it?" Zhong Mingwei raised his head and looked at Kong Wenmin, frowning and asking. It was not that he was unsure of what Kong Wenmin said, but he was just curious. After all, there were hundreds of criminals and their families in the Northwest Forest Farm who had been involved in the serious case over the past 20 years. It was not easy to control them.
"The King of Pingxi sent a handwritten letter here," Kong Wenmin leaned in front of Zhong Mingwei and whispered, "It just arrived yesterday. How could those criminals and their relatives not obey after seeing the handwritten letter from the King of Pingxi? Although they may not really be the King of Pingxi's followers, they are inseparable from him in this life. They have been able to live in Ningguta safely for these years because of the secret support from the King of Pingxi. If they offend the King of Pingxi and cause any trouble, not to mention the court will not forgive them, even the King of Pingxi will have to put them to death, right?"
Zhong Mingwei threw the beans in his hand into the basket and looked at Kong Wenmin: "The King of Pingxi once commanded the Imperial Guards, so does the Imperial Guards still obey him now?"
Kong Wenmin was startled and was speechless for a moment: "This, this..."
"Guard Kong, if there is anything inconvenient, you don't have to tell me." Zhong Mingwei looked at his expression and waved his hand, interrupting him. "I am just a commoner now. I don't really care about these things. I just hope to live a peaceful life. Since you just said that the Northwest Forest Farm has been stabilized, I have nothing to worry about."
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