"I just want to listen to it in the middle of the night," the man was still begging, unconsciously prolonging the ending tone, with a hint of coquettishness, "Okay? I really want to listen."
"Really?" Meiya couldn't stand men being so clingy, and she couldn't stand being pestered by him anymore.
"Yes, I want to hear it so badly!" Zhong Mingwei nodded like a chick pecking at rice, and smiled slyly, "And if you sing songs for me often, our family expenses will be greatly reduced in the future, do you believe it?"
"What does this mean?" Mei Ya didn't understand.
"They say that the lingering sound of music will make you not taste meat for three months. Girl, if you sing tonight, I won't have to eat meat for the next three months. Don't you think we can save a lot of money?" Zhong Mingwei looked at Mei Ya with a look of seeking praise.
"So..." Meiya calmly pointed to the three large bowls of dumplings on his tray, "Are you going to save the dumplings as well? I remember that there's a lot of meat in the dumplings..."
The corners of Zhong Mingwei's mouth twitched: "...Ahem, what did I say just now? Hey, how come I forgot everything? How weird!"
Mei Ya glared at the man with great disdain and continued to walk forward while chanting softly: "Lotus can be picked in the south of the Yangtze River. The lotus leaves are so lush. Fish play among the lotus leaves. Fish play on the lotus leaves in the east, fish play on the lotus leaves in the west, fish play on the lotus leaves in the south, fish play on the lotus leaves in the north..."
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June 20th, the 34th year of Jiasheng.
Prince Rong's Palace.
"What has Prince An been busy with these days?" After returning to the palace from the morning court session, Zhong Mingzheng asked Ling Shian while eating breakfast, "Has he found any clues about the attack on the fourth prince?"
"Your Highness, Prince An went to the Imperial Guards camp a few days ago. After he ran into a wall there, he almost never left the palace again. But his subordinate, Pang Yi, has been running in and out all day long," Ling Shi'an bowed, and while sizing up Zhong Mingrong's expression, he said carefully, "Pang Yi is very skilled. None of the people I sent out could keep an eye on him. Please punish me, Your Majesty."
"Pang Yi, right? He was a personal bodyguard carefully selected by the Xu family for the Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace. His kung fu is naturally first-rate. If Prince An had not been deposed and ascended the throne smoothly, he would have been the commander of the Imperial Guards. It's no wonder that your people can't keep an eye on him," Zhong Mingzheng said indifferently, while picking up a piece of ginger fish fillet with chopsticks and putting it into his mouth and eating slowly, he looked at Ling Shian again, "It's enough for me to know where Prince An's eyes are now."
"Yes, Your Highness, Zhou Youan reported this morning that the guard Kong Wenmin, who kept following Ma Zhiming and refused to turn back, actually sneaked into Ma Zhiming's mansion last night and rummaged through the cabinets for more than half an hour." At this point, Ling Shian couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, with a proud look on his face, "Your Highness, what good things do you think Kong Wenmin found?"
"Of course he found out something we wanted him to see. It's obvious that Prince An has fallen into our trap, otherwise he wouldn't have kept his eyes on Ma Zhiming," Zhong Mingzheng sneered, took the handkerchief from Ling Shian's hand, wiped his mouth gently, and sighed softly, "Think about it, Ma Zhiming is really pitiful. He is willing to sacrifice everything for his brother. He used all the family property he had saved up to help his brother fill the hole. But he never thought that his brother would stab him in the back and not let him go until he died. He also wants to put the blame on him for killing the fourth prince. Tsk tsk tsk, it's true that good people don't live long."
"Since Zhou Youan has surrendered to Your Highness, then Ma Zhiming deserves to die. Otherwise, the Imperial Guards are in his hands, and we can't do anything," Ling Shian said, paused, and then said with some concern, "But Your Highness, I dare not use a villain like Zhou Youan. Ma Zhiming was very sincere to him, but look at what happened to him? I don't feel at ease using such a villain."
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