Meiya suddenly became serious again: "Hello, hello, the eighteen-year-old Mrs. Zhong wants to ask the thirty-four-year-old Mr. Zhong an important question."
"You ask me before I get too old and my mind is not too confused." Zhong Mingwei still had a look of despair on his face, and his words were filled with deep resentment.
"Do we want the eight-treasure porridge to be sweet or salty today?" Mei Ya asked with a smile, while reaching out to hold the lifeless Mr. Zhong.
"Just... this?" When he spoke again, Zhong Mingwei's mood was obviously different. He turned his hand and held the girl's hand in his. He laughed dumbly and said, "Why are you so serious?"
"Three meals a day are the most important thing every day, not to mention that they are my husband's three meals a day. And they are very important," Meiya said clearly, and urged him. "Tell me quickly. Is it sweet or salty?"
"Then... let's have something sweet." Zhong Mingwei smiled a little embarrassedly.
"I knew you were a sweet lover," Meiya laughed along with him, pulling Zhong Mingwei out. "Come on. Light a fire for me."
"Ah! As you command!" Zhong Mingwei agreed quickly and followed Mei Ya to the kitchen.
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study.
After dinner, Chen Qingxuan followed Ding Yunwen back to his room to study. Mei Ya went to help Gu Changlin boil medicine, while Pang Yi followed Zhong Mingwei to the study.
"Sir, the list of the Prince's personal soldiers has been finalized. There are fifty people in total. Please take a look." Pang Yi handed the list to Zhong Mingwei.
"Why are there only fifty people?" Zhong Mingwei glanced at the list. Then he looked at Pang Yi. According to the laws of the Great Zhou Dynasty, a first-rank prince's mansion can have one hundred personal soldiers.
"In reply to your question, after the incident with He Chengzhi, I realized that quality is more important than quantity for personal soldiers, so I have investigated the backgrounds of these people one by one these days, and finally decided on these fifty people after careful selection," Pang Yi explained, "I dare to guarantee you that there is absolutely no problem with these fifty people, you can rest assured to take them into your palace."
"I always trust you to do things," Zhong Mingwei nodded, put the list on the table, picked up the teacup, and said to Pang Yi, "In that case, we will start training them after the new year, and you will personally watch over them."
"Yes, I obey your command." Pang Yi bowed hurriedly.
"Remember to distribute some silver to each of them before the New Year so that they can have a prosperous and peaceful new year." Zhong Mingwei added.
"Yes, I will do it tomorrow," Pang Yi said. He looked at Zhong Mingwei, who was holding a teacup in both hands and looked relaxed and contented, and could not help but say, "Master, you are different from before."
"Why is it different?" Zhong Mingwei was stunned and looked at Pang Yi.
"You would never have thought of these things before," Pang Yi said softly. Seeing that Zhong Mingwei still didn't understand, he explained, "When you were in the capital, you were always the busiest at the end of the year. You never thought of giving money to your servants and letting them have a good year."
Yes, how could Zhong Mingwei think of these things at that time? He was the high and mighty Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace, how could those cautious maids and personal soldiers be in his eyes? To be honest, in his eyes, those servants might be worse than pigs and dogs. They were born humble and were destined to be servile to him. How could he care about them?
"What? Do you think I was too stingy in the past?" Zhong Mingwei couldn't help but laugh.
"No, that's not what I meant," Pang Yi waved his hands hurriedly, pulled a stool and sat down, scratched his head and smiled, "I don't know how to put it, anyway, I just feel that the master is different now than before."
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