Chapter 895: I can't help him

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Although it was only a dowry girl, she could only serve as a girl and serve him in her life, but she finally had the opportunity to approach him. She was not greedy, really not greedy, and she could watch him all her life. Seeing him and living under the same roof with him, he would even eat the food she cooked and wear the clothes she made, and she was so excited that she burst into tears just thinking about it.
But at that time, Miss Duan was afraid that she knew what kind of life would be waiting for her. She obviously had no expectation and enthusiasm for that kind of life. She meditated on the carriage since she knew it. It was a journey that went back and forth. She was unwilling to spend her life on the paralyzed person, so that year, Qingming, she ended her short life in Tongliao.
Does she ... regret it?
Meiya will think about this question more than once, but naturally there is no answer. She does n’t know that Miss Duan will not regret it. She only knows that marrying to Ninggu Tower is the most regretless choice in her life.
Meiya was in a mess in her head, watching the carriage door opened, and then the driver helped Zhong Mingwei into the carriage. Meiya reached out and helped Zhong Mingwei, let him sit beside him.
"Master Duan ... what did he say to you?" The carriage slowly moved forward, and Mi Ya slowly opened his mouth.
"It's nothing more than letting me look at the past sentiments, more and more to support their family," Zhong Mingwei sneered at his lips, and said, "Look at his appearance, I know that these two years in the officialdom are probably mixed. It ’s not easy, but that ’s it. He still looked at Six Ways, knowing that Long Live Lord valued me again, so he wanted to hug my thigh again.

"Then if you can help him, then help him," Meiya lowered his head. "He's not easy, with such an idea, to support his family, and ... and Miss Duan in the end Is your nominal wife. "
After hearing this, Zhong Mingwei looked sideways at Meiya. Meiya lowered her head. Zhong Mingwei couldn't see the expression on Meiya's face, but he knew that Meiya was not in a good mood, but he was not in a good mood. When he met Duan Chenghong at this time, his heart was actually quite complicated. On the one hand, he felt that Duan Chenghong was involved in himself and was downgraded by six grades to become what he is today. He felt quite guilty. On the other hand, he was guilty. I felt that Duan Chenghong deserved it. When he was the Prince of the East Palace, Duan Chenghong clung to his thick legs and tried desperately to get this in-laws. Later, he was deposed, and Duan Chenghong's good days naturally came to an end. This was originally a matter of willing to gamble and lose, so how can he blame him? Moreover, Mei Ya did not suffer much crime in Duanfu. When Zhong Mingwei remembered it, it was not a taste in his heart. At this time, when he looked at Duan Chenghong how pitiful, he gave birth to sympathy. He just thought he deserved it. .
"I can't help him," Zhong Mingwei whispered, "Man said that I am not in the DPRK to listen to politics now, that is, I really return to the Chaotang, and should not have any contact with Duan's."
Yes, regardless of the current forces or the grudges of the past, Zhong Mingwei did not disdain, and he did not want to have any troubles with Duanshi. Meiya just said that Miss Duan was his nominal wife. Zhong Mingwei knew that Meiya When he said this, his heart wasn't a taste, so he would never be closer to Duan Shi.
"Then ... I will send someone to Duanfu to send some silver money in the past," Meiya sighed softly, and then suddenly asked, "What does Master Duan buy medicine? Who is sick in Fufu?"
"Oh, he just said that Mrs. Duan was ill, it seems that he was caught in the cold." Zhong Mingwei said casually. In fact, Duan Chenghong's original words were that, since she got the news of Ms. Duan's death, Mrs. Duan couldn't afford to get sick. Washing his face with tears every day, his body has long collapsed, and he relies on three bowls of soup every day to barely live a life, but Zhong Mingwei will never tell Meiya.