Chapter 1272: from now on

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"That's it, let's go for a meal," Zhong Mingwei took the lead to stand up, helped Meiya walk towards the side hall, and said, "Talk while eating."
"Yes," He Chengzhi was too busy to bow down, while holding Xiao Siwen behind, and leaning into Xiao Siwen's ear, "I will never be allowed to recite this" Jiangnan "in front of my mother again, you know?"
"Why?" Xiao Siwen looked puzzled. "Daddy didn't say that I think Siwen memorizes this poem best?"
"That's not allowed!" He Chengzhi sullen his face, "If you let me know, see how I clean up you!"
"Yes, my son remembered." Xiao Siwen suddenly lipped his mouth and looked like he was crying, so he dared not eat hawthorn cake anymore.
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After He Chengzhi and his son had dinner at Jingren Palace, they didn't stay too much, so they left the palace early. Mi Ya saw the grandfather and his son out of the palace.
"Ming'er Ming'er Xiaosiwen will come into the palace again," Zhong Mingwei looked out at Meiya's reluctance, and while supporting Meiya into the Nuan Pavilion, he smiled, "Why? Just like Xiaosiwen so much? I see Why do you like it more than Xiao Nianqin? "
"I don't know, I always feel that I have a relationship with the child," Mi Ya shook her head, supported by the man and sat down on the soft couch, and then leaned against the man's arms, looking at the veil of the celestial demise with a slight loss, "Ming Wei, when I looked at the child, I always remembered what happened as a child."
"What's the matter?" When he said this, Zhong Mingwei's voice was a little deep, "Isn't it something you didn't remember when you were a kid?"
"I don't remember, but there are some bits and pieces of things, but I can still remember vaguely," Meiya sighed, turning to Zhong Mingwei, and then pursed her lips, "Ming Wei, you're not surprised I do n’t remember the birth date of my name, but I can always remember a tone. Later, when you asked me to read and learned that "Jiangnan", I thought that tone is particularly suitable for this poem. Is n’t it strange that you said? "
"So, do you especially like to hum this" Jiangnan "?" Zhong Mingwei looked at Mei Ya's confused face and said softly.
"Yeah," Mi Ya nodded, somewhat awkwardly lost. "I know where I heard it, but I can't remember it, alas! I don't know what happened."
"If you can't think of it, you don't have to force it," Zhong Mingwei said softly, holding Meiya's hand, while whispering, "Girl, not every memory needs to be remembered. Sometimes, learning to forget may be a blessing. "
"So, now you can't remember what crimes you suffered in Zongren Mansion?" Meiya looked at the man without blinking, suddenly said.
"Yeah, I can't remember," Zhong Mingwei stunned, then nodded with a smile, while holding Meiya's hand tighter, "What about you? Remember the twelve years of hard work as a slave? ? "
"Slave?" Mi Ya suddenly looked surprised, and then straightened up, an unabashed pride and scorn, "What are you kidding? This palace is the empress of the palace, the man of this palace. But the real dragon emperor, who has the courage to make this palace a slave? Is it because he thinks that his head has grown in the wrong place, so he is looking forward to moving his position? "
"Haha! That's right!"
Zhong Mingwei couldn't help but smile, holding Meiya lying on the soft couch, smiling straight up and back, and Meiya also smiled at him, reaching out to stroke the fine lines from the corners of the man's eyes, while whispering: "Zhong Mingwei, the past suffering Uneasy, let ’s forget about it. From now on, our hearts will only be filled with joy and sweetness, okay? "
"Okay," Zhong Mingwei said softly. While holding Meiya's hand, he put it in his heart, and said, while holding Meiya's head, "Girl, you feel it, it's full," With that, Zhong Mingwei moved the position gently, and then said softly, "Here is the red bean porridge you made for the first time, which is sweet and glutinous. This is your first big stuffed bun for me. , There is oil flowing out, the fragrant people are drooling, here is the first bowl of longevity noodles you made for me, girl, that is my first birthday, and here, there are little bats embroidered by you He Zhu Bao Ping ... "