The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 681: One foot of blessing, one foot of peace

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"Got it." Zhong Zhiheng's face suddenly darkened, and he waved his hands to Fang Zhonglian and Zhao Changrong, signaling them to leave, and then hurriedly left the imperial study.

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"Prime Minister Zuo, I really didn't expect that you, a member of a noble family, would support a child from a poor family. If other wealthy families knew about it, wouldn't it mean that there would be no place for you to gain a foothold in this capital?" After entering the imperial study room, Fang Zhonglian and Zhao Changrong walked slowly outside the palace. Zhao Changrong looked at Fang Zhonglian sarcastically, "It's better that your Fang family has fallen, so you are only thinking about pulling down other families. As a backrest?"

As early as when the late emperor was still there, the Fang family collapsed due to the corruption case involving Fang Zhonglian's father and brother. Now, although Fang Zhonglian is a very popular minister, he does not have the support of aristocratic family behind him. It's not that it's difficult for the Fang family to make a comeback, but that since Fang Zhonglian returned to Beijing, he has been extremely low-key and incorruptible. He has never formed a party or a group. He has also drawn a clear line with many aristocratic families and has never interacted with him , if Fang Zhiheng hadn't valued him, he might have had no place for him in the court.

"I have never thought about pushing a wealthy family into the water. It has always been a wealthy family who jumped down desperately. Right Prime Minister, you have to be careful and stay away from the river." Fang Zhonglian smiled. He patted Zhao Changrong on the shoulder and walked away with his hands behind his back.

Zhao Changrong looked at Fang Zhonglian's retreating back and silently clenched the fists in his sleeves.

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August 15th, the 33rd year of Jiasheng

Mid-Autumn Festival.

Ninggu Pagoda.

Nanshan Villa.

"It's strange. It hasn't rained during the Mid-Autumn Festival since I was a child, but look at how heavy it has been raining in the past few days. It's like the sky is leaking," Meiya grinded it for Zhong Mingwei. While frowning and looking at the pouring rain outside the window, "Mr. Chen left for Jilin to take the provincial examination a few days ago. I don't know if he has arrived there now. It would be terrible if he was delayed because of the rain."

"No, there are still a few days left for the Leaving Home Examination. Besides, didn't the prefect send someone to send Mr. Chen there?" Zhong Mingwei said, putting down the brush in his hand and looking at Meiya with a smile, " Stop worrying about others and think about how we will celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival today!"

"Hey hey hey, are you done?" Meiya watched him put down his pen, and she was so busy that she leaned over to look at the flowers on the paper, pointing at the vivid green bamboos on it with her fingers, her eyes full of concealment. He couldn't help but marvel, "Zhong Mingwei, with your painting skills, we don't have to worry about food and drink now. Even if you really fall down one day, you can exchange a few bacon patties to fill your stomach with just a stroke of your pen." Ah."

Zhong Mingwei listened to the little girl's heartfelt praise and looked at the silver bracelet on her wrist. He couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. Isn't this considered down and out? But this thought was fleeting. He stretched out his hand and pulled Meiya into his arms, letting her sit on his lap. Meiya's eyes were still looking straight at the painting, and he looked straight at it. He looked at the small dark red scar on the girl's chin. He couldn't help it, so he reached out and rubbed it. Then the girl pushed it away: "Don't touch it!"

"You are really getting more and more angry now," Zhong Mingwei was a little dissatisfied. He hugged Meiya tighter and looked at the green bamboo on the paper with Meiya. He said with a smile, "Why? ?The bellyband is not enough for you? You asked me to draw embroidery samples for you."

"No," Meiya whispered, twisting around to kiss the man's chin, she said a little embarrassedly, "I want to give you a different trick."

"What?" Zhong Mingwei didn't quite understand, "What's the trick?"

"I keep embroidering bats for you. I'm afraid you'll get tired of it, so I thought of changing the pattern for you," Meiya whispered, reaching out to wrap her arms around the man's neck, "Go back, you're stepping on your blessings." , stepping on peace, hehe."

Now, Zhong Mingwei understood clearly. There was a little bat embroidered on the bottom of each pair of his socks, which was said to let him step on blessings. Now he had to embroider bamboo to bring peace, and Zhong Mingwei felt warm in his heart. , he leaned over and kissed Meiya's smooth forehead, while saying softly: "Girl, you are my blessing and peace."

"Really?" Meiya looked up, twisting in the man's arms and coquettishly, "Then should you reward me?"

"Okay, I'll give you whatever reward you want." Zhong Mingwei said with a smile.

"Then you..." Meiya smiled slyly, then whispered something into Zhong Mingwei's ear.

"Really? Do you have to listen?" Zhong Mingwei suddenly looked dumbfounded.