Chapter 298: Half Bitter, Half Honey

Pang Yi looked at A Chou's shy and shy appearance, felt a little funny, and felt very moved, and said to A Chou with a smile: "My wife is the wife that I am married to, and I love you so much, so my subordinates naturally respect you." You are Ma'am."

"Ah... oh... you go back quickly, don't make him wait any longer." Ah Chou blushed even more, and was so busy that he squirmed into the bedroom without looking back.

Pang Yi did not dare to delay, and immediately went out with the burden.

...

Zhong Mingwei stared at the bundle spread out on the small table without blinking. A small pendant was placed on the neatly folded cotton trousers. After Chou put it on, this was the first time she took it off, and she was lying quietly on top of his black cotton trousers.

Zhong Mingwei gently nestled the small pendant in his hand, and gently rubbed it with his fingertips. Once upon a time, he was the same way. He was sitting on the kang alone, while sneaking along the window to watch the people in the courtyard. The little girl who was constantly busy in the middle of the night rubbed the little black pendant. He wanted to give it to her earlier, but he always felt very embarrassed. It was the kind of nostalgic and more timid pendant that he hadn’t tasted in more than 30 years. The taste filled his heart all day long, and the sweetness was mixed with a touch of sadness. Zhong Mingwei felt that he was very hypocritical. A man in his thirties, what hasn't he experienced? He had already walked in front of Yan Luo Temple a few times, but now because of this little girl and such a little thing, he was shameless and hypocritical all day long, but God knows, how much he enjoyed this half-bitter, half-sweet... Sugar hypocrisy.

"Pang Yi." After rubbing the small pendant for a long time, Zhong Mingwei carefully hung the small pendant around his neck, grabbed the small pendant with one hand and stuffed it into his pajamas, the cold pendant pressed against his warm chest, Zhong Mingwei couldn't express his comfort, he paused, and then he spoke to the half-hidden door.

"Master, what's your order?" Pang Yi hurriedly put down the broom in his hand and rushed in.

"Mr. Chen said, when will her typhoid fever be cured?" Zhong Mingwei asked Pang Yi with a frown.

"Mr. Chen told you about returning to the Lord, and Madam will be cured within half a month," Pang Yi said in a hurry. Go down the mountain to fetch your wife back."

Zhong Mingwei looked at his feet, which were tightly wrapped in gauze, and his swollen knees, his brows furrowed even more, he paused, and then said: "Tomorrow, you should leave early, leave early and return early. "

"Yes, this subordinate obeys." Pang Yi knew what Zhong Mingwei was worried about, so naturally he was also worried, but at this moment he still had a question in his heart, he hesitated for a long time before opening his mouth cautiously, "Master, Madam, she... ...It seems that she is not the daughter of the Duan family, she is..."

"So what?" Zhong Mingwei suddenly raised his head, squinted at Pang Yi, and said coldly, "If you're not the daughter of the Duan family, you can't be my Zhong Mingwei's wife? If you're not the daughter of the Duan family, then Not worthy of my disability?!"

"Master! This subordinate doesn't mean that!" Pang Yi was taken aback, and fell to his knees with a "plop" in a hurry, while anxiously explaining to Zhong Mingwei, "Master and wife are deeply in love with each other. People, but to say something presumptuous, the subordinates are really happy for the master. In the past, the master was in the capital, and he was honored and pampered. But according to the subordinates, the master was not very happy at that time, but now, The master left the capital and came to such a desolate place as Ninggu Pagoda, but the subordinates feel that the master is living more freely and happily than before. Naturally, this is all due to the madam. The subordinates are really grateful to the madam, so what? Would you dare to underestimate Madam?"

"Get up," Zhong Mingwei patted Pang Yi's shoulder, and sighed, "I've been sick recently, so I'm bound to be irritable. Don't take it to heart."

"My subordinates dare not," Pang Yi said, while getting up from the ground, looking at Zhong Mingwei's dry lips, Pang Yi hurriedly went over to pour a cup of jasmine tea and brought it over, while respectfully saying, "Master, please. "

Zhong Mingwei held the large coarse porcelain bowl in both hands, and looked at the blossoming jasmine flowers in the cup. His restless heart gradually calmed down at this moment. After a pause, he said to Pang Yi: "She is indeed not a Duan The daughter of the family, she is the dowry maid of the daughter of the Duan family, and she served the daughter of the Duan family all the way to Ninggu Pagoda."