"But Madam!" Pang Yi gritted his teeth, the veins on his forehead bulging, "That Qin Lu is so despicable. If he hadn't done something wrong over the years, I wouldn't have..."
Pang Yi couldn't continue speaking. The man in his thirties had his eyes wide open and his two rows of big white teeth were gnashing with a clicking sound.
"The girl is right. Qin Lu must have encountered something terrible. He dared to follow us without caring about his life. Wait for him. He will definitely ask us for something. We don't need to do anything. He will come to us on his own." After a while, Zhong Mingwei said slowly, "Pang Yi, don't act rashly. The girl is right. This is the capital, not Ningguta."
"Yes, I obey your command." Pang Yi had no choice but to clasp his fists.
"Brothers from Southern Xinjiang, what are you busy with now?" Zhong Mingwei took a sip of tea and asked Pang Yi casually.
"Sir, how can they be busy? They are almost sick from being idle," Pang Yi said hurriedly. "According to your instructions, I have arranged for them to hide in the capital. Some of them are apprentices in our drugstores, some are waiters in our taverns, and some are coolies on the streets, just waiting for your instructions."
"That's good. Let them stay hidden," Zhong Mingwei said calmly, tapping his fingers on the table. "Let them go around Prince Rong's mansion more often. Since Prince Rong is so concerned about our whereabouts, we should reciprocate."
"Yes, I understand." Pang Yi bowed and left.
"Mingwei, why do you think Qin Lu set his sights on you?" After Pang Yi left, Mei Ya walked to Zhong Mingwei, spread her legs, sat on his thighs, put her hands on his shoulders, frowned and asked him, "He must feel guilty about you, and when he heard that you returned to Beijing, he would avoid you everywhere, why did he do the opposite and dare to send someone to follow you?"
"Didn't you say it just now? He needs our help." Zhong Mingwei said slowly, while putting his arms around Mei Ya's slender waist, his big hands gently stroking the belt around her waist.
"But why did he ask us for help instead of His Majesty?" Meiya was still bewildered. She looked up at the painting "Three Friends of Winter" hanging on the back wall and frowned as she asked, "Or is there something that His Majesty can't help him with, but only you can?"
"I don't know," Zhong Mingwei shook his head. He really didn't know. He didn't know why Qin Lu poisoned him, and it had been twenty years. He didn't know what Qin Lu wanted from him now. He just felt powerless all over. He lowered his head and buried his face in Mei Ya's arms, sighing softly, "Girl, I'm very tired."
Yes, he was really tired. Since returning to the capital, there had not been a single day when he was not tired. In fact, he had been accustomed to this kind of life of calculating and speculating against others since he was sensible, and it had been thirty years. Calculating and being calculated, speculating against others and being speculated against by others. Such a life was nothing out of the ordinary for the Tian family, so there was no such thing as being tired. However, since he went to Ningguta and met this girl, he realized that there was another way of living. It turned out that he had wasted the first thirty years. Then, when he returned to the capital, he felt that he was not only tired, but also a little overwhelmed.
"Mingwei, how about we take a bath together?" Meiya hugged Zhong Mingwei and smiled. She leaned over to kiss the man's dry and slightly cold lips and said softly, "We haven't taken a bath together for a long time."
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