Zhong Mingwei pursed his slightly dry lips, not knowing where to look, and was about to change the subject. But Mei Ya glared at him again. Zhong Mingwei felt uncomfortable looking at Mei Ya's serious face. He whispered, "You don't need to be so serious when studying this book."
Meiya was confused: "Ah? What do you mean?"
"This..." Zhong Mingwei was really unable to speak. He lowered his head and took a sip of tea. He said vaguely, "It's not a serious book."
"Ah? What did you say?" Meiya asked with a frown, "I didn't hear you clearly. Say it again."
Zhong Mingwei had never been so embarrassed before. He looked at Mei Ya's serious face and wished he could not escape from her eyes. Just when he was in a dilemma, he saw a figure walking outside the window. Zhong Mingwei stood up hurriedly and asked, "Who is it?"
"Sir, it's me." Pang Yi walked into the study. He saw Zhong Mingwei stuff a book on the table into his lapel at lightning speed. The action was so fast that even Pang Yi, a martial arts master, felt dizzy. He asked Zhong Mingwei with a little curiosity, "Sir, what book did you hide?"
Mei Ya looked up at Pang Yi: "Oh, it's Jin..."
"What kind of book do you care about?!" The next second, Zhong Mingwei suddenly interrupted Mei Ya's words. He stared at Pang Yi fiercely with his eyebrows raised, and continued to roar, "You are so powerful now that you don't even knock on the door when you enter the room. It's okay if you don't knock on the door, but at least you can cough!"
Mei Ya looked at Zhong Mingwei, who was spitting all over the place: "..."
She was also roaring in her heart. Why did he sound like they were doing something shameful? Aren’t they doing something serious? One was teaching, the other was learning to write. Is there anything more serious than this?
Pang Yi seemed to understand something, and immediately bowed and apologized with a smile, "Yes, yes, yes, I know I was wrong. Next time I enter the backyard, I will shout three times in the front yard first. Is that okay with you, sir?"
The corner of Zhong Mingwei's mouth twitched: "...You are the best!"
"Ahem, Pang Yi, what's the matter?" Mei Ya couldn't bear to listen any longer and quickly changed the subject.
"Oh, it's like this, the prefect is here and is already waiting in the front yard," Pang Yi said hurriedly, "Sir, please go over quickly."
"Got it," Zhong Mingwei nodded, took a step forward, then suddenly retracted his foot and said to Pang Yi, "You go first, I'll be there soon."
Pang Yi glanced at Zhong Mingwei, and was very curious about what Zhong Mingwei was hesitating about, but he didn't dare to ask, so he went to the front yard first.
"Hurry up and go! The prefect is here in person, he must have something important to talk to you about, why are you still dithering..." Mei Ya kept urging Zhong Mingwei. Seeing Zhong Mingwei get up and go out, but he didn't go to the front yard, but went into the bedroom. Mei Ya hurriedly chased after him, "What's wrong with you? Hurry up and go to the front yard... Hey, hey, hey, why are you lifting the quilt? Who allowed you to get on the kang?!"
"It's not about getting on the kang," Zhong Mingwei explained a little embarrassedly, while taking out the book from his arms and putting it under the pillow. When he turned back, his cheeks were already slightly flushed. He looked at Mei Ya a little embarrassedly, "Don't you really want to learn this book? Then I'll teach you in the evening."
"I got it! I got it! Hurry up and go to the front yard." Mei Ya pushed him out of the room hurriedly.
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forecourt.
Fang Zuotang watched Zhong Mingwei and Mei Ya come out of the Crescent Gate, and hurriedly stood up to greet them: "Master, Madam."
"Master Fang, nice to meet you," Zhong Mingwei walked over to him. The two of them sat down one behind the other. Pang Yi made some tea and brought it over. Zhong Mingwei took a sip of the tea and asked Fang Zuotang, "I wonder why Master Fang came to visit my humble abode today?"
"Yes, I do have something to discuss with you." Fang Zuotang put down the teacup and looked at Mei Ya who was sitting next to Zhong Mingwei, with a look as if he wanted to say something but stopped.
Mei Ya knew it must be something important. She knew it might be inconvenient for her to sit here, so she was about to get up and go back to the backyard. But Zhong Mingwei held her hand. She was surprised when she heard Zhong Mingwei say to Fang Zuotang, "There are no outsiders here. Lord Fang, feel free to speak frankly."
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