The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Meiya suddenly became serious again: Hello, Mrs. Zhong, who is eighteen years old, wants to ask Mr. Zhong, who is thirty-four years old, an important question.

You ask, I'm still not old enough, and my mind is still not confused. Zhong Mingwei had a look of lovelessness on his face, and there was a strong resentment when he spoke.

Do we want the eight-treasure porridge we drink today to be sweet or salty? Meiya smiled, while reaching out to hold the loveless Mr. Zhong.

Just...ask this? When he spoke again, Zhong Mingwei's mood was obviously different, and while turning his hand to hold the girl's little hand in his, he said with a dumbfounded smile, Then why is he so serious?

Three meals a day are the most important thing every day, let alone your husband's three meals a day, and they are important, Meiya said clearly, while urging him, Quickly tell me, is it sweet or salty?

Then...sweet. Zhong Mingwei smiled a little embarrassedly.

I know you're a sweet eater, Meiya laughed along with him, pulling Zhong Mingwei out, Go, light the fire for me.

Hey! Little one obeys! Zhong Mingwei was too busy to agree, and followed Meiya to the kitchen.

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study.

After dinner, Chen Qingxuan followed Ding Yunwen back to his room to study knowledge, Meiya went to help Gu Changlin make medicine, and Pang Yi followed Zhong Mingwei to the study.

Master, the list of soldiers of the county prince's mansion has been finalized. There are fifty people in total. Please have a look. Pang Yi sent the list to Zhong Mingwei.

Why are there only fifty people? Zhong Mingwei glanced at the list, and then looked at Pang Yi. According to the regulations of the Great Zhou Dynasty, one hundred soldiers can be raised from the prince's mansion of Yipin County.

As for Master Hui, after He Chengzhi's incident, the subordinates have figured it out. There are not many good soldiers, so these days, the subordinates investigate the details of these people one by one, and finally wash the rice and sieve it. I ordered these fifty people, Pang Yi explained, I dare to assure you that there will be no problems with these fifty people, so you can take them into the mansion with confidence.

I've always been at ease when you do things, Zhong Mingwei nodded, put the list on the table, picked up the teacup, and said to Pang Yi, If that's the case, you will start training them in the next year, you will watch them yourself.

Yes, this subordinate obeys. Pang Yi hurriedly bowed.

Remember to distribute some silver taels to each of them a year ago, so that they can have a solid and healthy life. Zhong Mingwei said again.

Yes, my subordinate will do it tomorrow, Pang Yi said. He looked at Zhong Mingwei, who was holding a teacup in both hands, and looked leisurely. He couldn't help but said, Master, you are different from before.

Why is it different? Zhong Mingwei was startled and looked at Pang Yi.

You never thought of this before, Pang Yi said softly, seeing that Zhong Mingwei still didn't understand, he explained, In the past, you were the busiest time at the end of the year in the capital. It never occurred to me to reward the servants with silver taels and let them have a good and healthy life.

Yes, Zhong Mingwei at that time, how could he have thought of these things? He is the prince of the East Palace, how could those cautious servants and personal soldiers get into his eyes? To be honest, in his eyes, those servants may not be as good as pigs and dogs. They are born lowly and should be servile to him, so how can they be worthy of him to remember?

What? Do you think I was too stingy in the past? Zhong Mingwei couldn't help laughing.

No, this subordinate doesn't mean that. Pang Yi waved his hands in a hurry, and while pulling the stool to sit down, he scratched his head and smiled, I don't know what to say, anyway, I just feel that the master is not the same as before. It's the same.