"Yes, I have seen people gambling in Ningguta. They were so addicted to gambling that they even abandoned their houses, wives and children. I am afraid that gambling in the capital will be even more frightening. I am afraid that there is nothing that a gambler cannot do, even if we cannot think of it," Meiya nodded, but hesitated and said, "But Mingwei, do you think Ma Zhiming is a gambler? I don't think he is."
"You can't judge a person by his appearance. Who knows?" Zhong Mingwei sighed and said, "Let's wait until Kong Wenmin comes and asks."
"Well, that's the only way," Meiya nodded, leaning on Zhong Mingwei's shoulder and whispering, "Mingwei, why don't we let Pang Yi go back to Ningguta after the Fourth Prince's case is over? It's already mid-June, and Sister An is going to give birth in less than three months, so we have to let Pang Yi go back early."
"Yeah, I think so too," Zhong Mingwei nodded, "Now that the brothers from Southern Xinjiang have moved into the mansion, the burden on Pang Yi's shoulders has naturally been lightened a lot, and it's just right for him to go back and accompany An."
"I don't know what's wrong with me lately, but my right eyelid keeps twitching, as if something bad has happened," Mei Ya sighed softly, "Now I am worried about you and Sister An, but I am with you and watch over you every day, so there is nothing to worry about. I am just worried about Sister An. I always feel sorry for Sister An for letting Pang Yi stay in the capital."
"Got it. I'll let Pang Yi go back in a few days." Zhong Mingwei lowered his head and kissed Mei Ya's messy hair, and said softly, "Are you sleepy? How about we go back to the room and rest?"
"Well, I was already very sleepy, and you forced me to do manual labor," Zhong Mingwei would have been fine if he hadn't said that. After he said that, Mei Ya immediately yawned and became sleepy like a ball of cotton. She put her arms around the man's neck and said vaguely, "Go back to sleep quickly. I want to go to bed early and get up early to grow taller."
"No need. Your body is fine as it is now." The man's eyes moved wantonly back and forth on Meiya's body, and finally stopped at a small piece of the pink lace exposed by Meiya's lapel. When he spoke again, his voice was hoarse, "How about... your husband check your body development now?"
"Zhong Mingwei, if you had any shame, it would snow in June!" The next second, Mei Ya suddenly opened her eyes and attacked the man with her hands and feet.
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"Ouch! Madam, I...I was wrong! I was wrong!"
"It hurts, it hurts! Madam, please forgive me this time! I won't dare to do it again! I really won't dare to do it again!"
“Help, help! Hahaha! Girl, no… you can’t scratch there, really can’t! Haha!”
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forecourt.
The brothers from Southern Xinjiang who had just arrived rushed out of the house immediately. Some took swords, some took knives, some climbed over the eaves and walls, and rushed to the backyard...
"It's okay, go back and continue sleeping." Pang Yi yawned and stood in front of the Moon Gate, waving his hands at the nervous brothers from Southern Xinjiang, indicating that it was okay.
"But the master is clearly calling for help!" The leader Hao Dongqing looked at Pang Yi with a nervous and puzzled look. The cries for help from the backyard continued, and he became even more nervous. Before leaving, Chi Chongyuan repeatedly instructed that the primary responsibility of the Southern Xinjiang army was to protect Prince An and his wife to the death. In this situation, he couldn't help but be nervous.
"Boy, how old are you this year?" Pang Yi looked at Hao Dongqing with disdain, shaking his legs and said, "You haven't found a wife yet, have you?"
Hao Dongqing's face suddenly turned red: "In reply to General Pang, I am only eighteen years old and have not yet arranged to marry a wife."
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