Chapter 679 One Kick of Fortune, One Kick of Peace

"Understood." Zhong Zhiheng's face sank suddenly, and he waved his hands at Fang Zhonglian and Zhao Changrong, signaling them to back down, and then hurried out of the imperial study.

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"Master Zuo, I really didn't expect that a child from a noble family like you would support a child from a humble family now. If other big families know about it, wouldn't this capital have no place for you anymore?" Leaving the imperial study room , Fang Zhonglian and Zhao Changrong walked slowly towards the outside of the palace, Zhao Changrong looked at Fang Zhonglian sarcastically, "Or your Fang family has already collapsed, and you just want to pull down the other gates as a backup? "

As early as when the late emperor was still there, Fang's family collapsed because of Fang Zhonglian's father and brother's involvement in a major corruption case. Now, although Fang Zhonglian is an extremely personable minister, but speaking of it, there is no family behind him to support him. The reason why it is difficult for the family to make a comeback is that since Fang Zhonglian returned to Beijing, he has been extremely low-key and clean, never forming a party or forming a group, and has drawn a clear line of boundaries with all the aristocratic families, and has never had any contact with him. Fang Zhiheng valued him, and he was afraid that he would no longer have a foothold in the court.

"This old man has never thought of pushing the family and the family into the water. It is always the family and the family who jump down recklessly. My lord, you have to be careful and don't walk by the river." Fang Zhonglian smiled and patted Zhao Changrong walked away with his hands behind his back.

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

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Jiasheng Thirty-three Years August 15th

Moon Festival.

Ning Guta.

Nanshan Bieyuan.

"It's strange. It hasn't rained since the Mid-Autumn Festival since I was a child, but look at how much it has rained in the past few days. It seems like the sky has leaked." Meiya frowned while grinding Zhong Mingwei. Eyebrow looked at the pouring rain outside the window, "Mr. Chen left for Jilin to take the provincial examination a few days ago, and I don't know if he is there now. If it is delayed because of the rain, it will be terrible."

"No, there are still a few days left for the home test, and besides, didn't the prefect send someone to send Mr. Chen there?" Zhong Mingwei said, putting down the brush in his hand, while looking at Meiya with a smile, "Don't worry about her Now, think about how we celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival today!"

"Hey hey hey, are you done?" Meiya watched him put down the pen, so busy she leaned over to look at the flowers on the paper, while pointing her finger at the vivid green bamboo on it, her eyes couldn't hide her amazement , "Zhong Mingwei, with your drawing skills, Man said that we don't have to worry about food and drink now, even if one day we are really down and out, you can exchange a few bacon pies to fill our stomachs with a swipe of your pen."

Zhong Mingwei listened to the little girl's heartfelt praise, and looked at the silver bracelet on her wrist, and couldn't help but smile wryly in his heart, isn't this considered down and out? It's just that this thought was fleeting, as soon as he stretched out his hand, he pulled Meiya into his arms and let her sit on his lap. Meiya's eyes were still staring at the painting, and he stared straight at the painting. Looking intently at the small dark red scar on the girl's chin, he still couldn't help it. He reached out and rubbed it, and then the girl pushed it away: "Don't touch it!"

"Your temper is really getting bigger and bigger now." Zhong Mingwei was a little dissatisfied, hugged Meiya even tighter, and looked at the green bamboo on the paper with Meiya, and said with a smile, "Why? Not enough to wear? Just ask me to draw an embroidery pattern for you."

"That's not it," Meiya whispered, while twisting her way to kiss the man's chin, she said a little embarrassedly, "I want to change it for you."

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

"I always embroider bats for you. I was afraid that you would get tired of crooked, so I wanted to change the pattern for you," Meiya whispered, while wrapping her arms around the man's neck. Step on peace, hehe."

At this moment, Zhong Mingwei understands that there is a little bat embroidered under each pair of his socks, saying that it is for him to step on his luck, and now he is going to embroider bamboo to repay his safety. He went over and kissed Meiya's smooth forehead, and said softly, "Girl, you are my blessing and peace."

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

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

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

"T-really? Must, must listen?" Zhong Mingwei was stunned for a moment.