Zhong Mingwei's whole body suddenly trembled, his lips opened and closed with trembling, but he couldn't utter a word.
Mei Ya had said this before. She had said this when she first saw Zhong Mingwei in Ningguta on the second day of May that year. But Zhong Mingwei didn't take it seriously at the time, thinking that she was just a stubborn girl who said these harsh words just to stay. But when Zhong Mingwei heard this again, he suddenly realized that what this girl said was always true. She was really willing to live and die for him, no matter he was the miserable prince who was now trapped in the mire of the capital, or the paralytic who had to live in such humiliation in the past. This girl was always sincere to him.
How could there be such a girl?
So stupid. How can it be good?
…
"Master, your subordinate and your wife have the same idea," Pang Yi sniffed. He fell to his knees with a plop. He hugged Zhong Mingwei's legs. He choked and said, "Your subordinate will follow you for the rest of your life. If you are prosperous, your subordinate will also benefit from it. If you eat meat, your subordinate will also drink soup. If you are demoted to some remote mountain area, your subordinate will definitely take care of your excrement and urine. This time, I will definitely not trouble your wife. If you die, your subordinate and your wife will kill each other. I will follow you to the heavens and the underworld. In the next life, the three of us will never leave each other..."
Mei Ya's mouth twitched: "...Pang Yi, you should stay with Sister An."
"Oh, then the four of us will stick together!" Pang Yi said hurriedly, wiping his tears on Zhong Mingwei's legs with great emotion, and looking up at Zhong Mingwei affectionately, "Master, what do you say?"
"Okay..." Zhong Mingwei looked at Pang Yi, the veins on his forehead popped out, he suddenly reached out and pushed Pang Yi away, brushed his pants in disdain, and snorted, "What a ghost!"
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May 16, 1935
Mobei.
Pingxi Palace.
Today is the wedding day of Pingxi Prince Zhong Zhiling and the eldest Turkic Princess Helan Ya, but there are no decorations inside or outside the palace. There is not even a "囍" character posted, and there is no sound of stringed instruments. When Helan Ya's sedan stopped in front of the Pingxi Palace, there was not even a firecracker set off. However, the palace was filled with a group of cheering soldiers from the Northwest Camp.
The King of Pingxi had been stationed in the northwest for thirty-five years, and had always lived and ate with the soldiers of the Northwest Camp. He was always approachable and respected by the soldiers, but privately they all treated the King of Pingxi as a family member and felt close to him. Over the years, the King of Pingxi had paid for the weddings of many soldiers out of his own pocket, and prepared New Year's money for their children every year. Seeing that the infants had grown into big men and served under the King of Pingxi, some of them had married and had children, and the new infants surrounded the King of Pingxi and called him grandpa, but the King of Pingxi had never married, which made the soldiers of the Northwest Camp anxious. Now that the King of Pingxi was finally going to get married, how could the soldiers not be excited? Although the wedding could not be held in a big way because the Queen Mother's mourning period had not yet passed, the soldiers were excited. These soldiers started preparing from the first few days and spontaneously came to the King of Pingxi's mansion to clean up.
The King of Pingxi usually lives in the military camp, and he rarely returns to his palace in a year. Although there is a housekeeper to tidy up the place, it is still extremely deserted. So, soldiers, you bring a few pots of flowers, and I will pave a new gravel road, and he will build a new flower stand or something. In just a few days, the King of Pingxi's palace will be completely new.
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