Mei Ya didn't like to dress up. At most, she would pester Zhong Mingwei to braid her hair or something. She thought it was troublesome to put on makeup. Because she was busy every day, she would sweat all over her face and sometimes smelled of oil smoke. If she put on makeup, she would have to wash her face several times a day. She really thought it was troublesome. People who have been busy since childhood would definitely not stay quietly in the back house as a lady just because of all the flowers and powders, so Mei Ya usually only applied a layer of ointment on her face. It was only when Xiao An came over that she followed Xiao An to apply powder and ointment, and then showed off in front of Zhong Mingwei with a gorgeous face. The two laughed and played. Mei Ya went to wash her face.
"I don't like it. I get dizzy when I see those screwdrivers and bottles." Meiya was a little embarrassed. She looked at the man furtively with her dark eyes. Then she stammered, "But...but if it can cover up such an ugly scar, I won't be afraid of getting dizzy."
"Girl, people who know you won't think your scar is ugly. You don't have to worry about what people who don't know you think," Zhong Mingwei said softly. While stroking Mei Ya's long hair, he added, "But if you don't like this scar, then cover it up."
"I used to dislike it, but later... after I knew you didn't mind, I didn't care anymore," Meiya said with her arms around the man's neck, blushing, "I don't care about other people's opinions, I only care about yours."
"Girl, I only care about your opinion," Zhong Mingwei said in a deep voice. He paused, his thick eyelashes trembled, and when he spoke again, his voice was a little deep, "An is pregnant, I know you must be envious..."
"Mingwei, I envy Sister An, I envy her for being a mother," Meiya interrupted Zhong Mingwei, her big black eyes staring at the man's instantly stiff face without blinking, but she smiled like a blooming spring flower, "Not only Sister An, I envy many other people, I envy Miss Fang for being born in the prefect's family, she is born with a life of wealth and splendor, I envy Miss Gu, the whole family loves her and revolves around her, by the way, I also envy Miss Duan, she was already your wife before she came of age," said here, Meiya stretched out her hand to support the man's slightly frowned brows, and said, "You see, I envy so many people, but I have never thought about who I will become. In the final analysis, I am too satisfied with my current life, Mingwei, don't you think so?"
The frown was smoothed by the girl's slender white fingers. The guilt in the man's eyes gradually faded away. His beautiful peach blossom eyes looked at Mei Ya with a smile: "Then I can make you more satisfied."
"What?" Mei Ya raised her eyebrows and looked at Zhong Mingwei with amusement, "Look at your behavior, you want me to be more satisfied in bed?"
"Hehe!" The rat who stole the oil became more and more proud, and immediately carried Mei Ya straight to the dormitory.
Meiya: "...Hey, hey, hey! Are you planning to satisfy me or yourself?"
"Hehehe!" The mouse laughed even more proudly.
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February 26, 1934
The capital.
Imperial study.
Concubine Cui came to report to Zhong Zhiheng about the matters concerning the empress dowager's funeral. In fact, these were originally the responsibility of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and Cui would have just taken a look at them. However, Cui took care of every detail and did everything herself.
"My beloved concubine has been very tired," Zhong Zhiheng personally poured Cui a cup of tea and handed it to her after listening to Cui's long speech. He looked at Cui's obviously haggard face and said slowly, "These matters can be handled by the servants of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Why do you need to do it yourself?"
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