"You're quite brave," Zhong Mingzheng curled his lips sarcastically, muttering to himself, "As expected, you usually pretend to be pitiful, for fear that the emperor will not feel sorry for you."
Ling Shian led Zhong Ming'e up the mountain. When they reached the Shili Pavilion, Ling Shian bowed and said to Zhong Mingzheng, "Your Highness, the Prince of Hui has arrived."
"Okay, just wait outside. Let's have a drink and say goodbye to each other. You don't need to serve me anymore." Zhong Mingzheng said lazily.
"Yes, I obey your command." Ling Shi'an bowed and walked to the front of the mountain road to guard it.
"Second brother, please." Zhong Mingzheng walked to the front of the pavilion and bowed respectfully towards Zhong Minge.
"It's rare for you to be so polite." Zhong Ming'e said lightly, striding into the pavilion, taking off his cloak, putting it casually on the stone bench, and then sitting down.
"My second brother is leaving the capital this time. We brothers will be separated by mountains and rivers in the future. I am afraid that we will never see each other again. As a younger brother, I can't help but feel sad when I think of it. I really don't want us to be separated." Zhong Mingzheng also sat down. While pouring wine for Zhong Minge, he sighed softly, "But after all, it is the order of the emperor. Although I, as a younger brother, feel reluctant, I have no choice. I can only prepare this humble table at the Ten Mile Pavilion for my second brother to say goodbye. I hope my second brother doesn't mind its simplicity."
"Third brother, what are you talking about? If this is considered a humble feast, then I am curious about what kind of delicacies you usually eat?" Zhong Minge looked at the table full of delicacies and couldn't help but sigh, while looking at Zhong Mingzheng with sneer, "Could it be that your daily three meals are more sumptuous than the imperial meals of our father?"
"Haha, Second Brother has always been a sharp-tongued person. Relying on his big mouth, Second Brother has always been like a fish in water in front of Father." Zhong Mingzheng's face was not very good. He put the wine glass in front of Zhong Minge and said with a fake smile, "I remember that when I was a child, we also recited "The Memorial to the Emperor on Leaving the Capital" and we also memorized it by heart. But Father only praised Second Brother and rewarded Second Brother with a scent bag. It can be seen how good Second Brother's talking skills are. But talking skills are just talking skills. No matter how beautiful the words are, they can't always deceive Father. Who is golden and jade outside and rotten inside? It can never deceive Father, Second Brother, don't you think so?"
"Third brother, you keep saying that I'm good at talking, but I envy you for keeping everything to yourself. Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to remember the trivial things from so many years ago so clearly." Zhong Ming'e still smiled amiably. While picking up a chopstick of quail eggs to eat, he looked at Zhong Mingzheng leisurely. "Third brother, since you are a person with a keen mind, you should also remember that when my father gave me the incense bag, he also expressed his gratitude to you. Third brother, you must have remembered it, right?"
Yes, at that time, Zhong Zhiheng praised Zhong Ming'e for his thorough understanding of "The Memorial to the Emperor on Leaving the Capital", and praised him for his kindness and generosity, and said that he was a role model for the princes, so he personally took off a scent bag from his waist and gave it to Zhong Ming'e as a reward. But then, Zhong Zhiheng said with a sullen face that Zhong Mingzheng did not understand the prime minister's worries at all, and was mean and cold. As a prince, the future of the country, reading through ancient history and classics is not to compete with others, but to improve himself and enhance his cultivation.
Zhong Zhiheng's words were so serious that to this day, Zhong Ming'e still clearly remembers the sweat that broke out on Zhong Mingzheng's forehead and neck because he was afraid, and the blatant resentful look in Zhong Mingzheng's eyes when he glared at her after Zhong Zhiheng left.
It seemed that from that time on, the pair of brothers were no longer brothers, but life-and-death rivals.
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