Shuang Xiaohan and Meizi

Just sitting down in the room, there was a knock on the door again.

"Come in." Qi Diaoming's voice came coldly, completely different from the gentle-spoken man just now.

"Master." The butler, Gu Ni, opened the door and entered, "Did Luomei leave?" He looked at the table full of uneaten food.

"Yeah." Qi Diaoming nodded, "But he didn't eat much, so you can send someone to deliver a midnight snack at night."

"Yes."

"Are you leaving?" Qi Diaoming played with the jade pendant in his hand.

Originally, he wanted to return it to Luomei, but after all, it was something he held before he died, and he was worried that it would bring back sad memories, so he didn't give it back for a long time.

"Yes, my aunt left after you entered the house." Gu Ni replied truthfully.

"I think it's about the same. In the next few days, you tell the people in Anbu to only be responsible for Luomei's safety, and everything must wait for my instructions before acting." .

"I understand." Gu Ni nodded, and suddenly remembered something, "Also, I heard that starting tomorrow, the emperor and queen will go on a tour along the river, it seems to be to appease the refugees affected by the summer disaster." He was a little worried frown.

"Are you worried that they will take advantage of this opportunity?" Qi Diaoming didn't seem to care much.

"Without the empress, those who are dissatisfied with the Qidiao clan in the court will have no one to suppress them."

"Qi Diao Ming's current status is not only due to Ruo'er's existence. If they underestimate Qi Diao Ming, they will end up with nothing left." .

"Then..." Gu Ni bent down and asked for an order.

"Everything is still going according to the original plan, so as not to change." Everything is under control, and he doesn't believe that those people can stir up any kind of disturbance.

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The next day, I woke up early before the sun came out, and spent another quarter of an hour understanding the rhyme with emotion and reason, so that I could take the dexterity in my arms before Wumei woke up on weekdays. The little one came to his door.

"Yeah, Fang Fang...Fang Fan..." A one-year-old child is very smart. Not only can he walk early but he can also talk early. He can speak every word in his mouth. Although it is occasionally a little vague, it can also make people understand the meaning.

"Good boy, let's wake up grandpa and go have dinner together." Qi Diaoming patted the grandson in his arms and comforted him.

"Also???" The little guy—Qi Diao Min Fan tilted his head and pointed at the person in front of him in confusion, wondering why there was another grandpa all of a sudden.

"Hey, that's Uncle's father, and also Min Min's grandfather, so Min Min should be obedient and obedient when he sees him, you know?" Although he knew that children at a young age might not understand what he said, it was rare for him to talk to his grandson. Qi Diaoming, who got along with him, still couldn't help explaining carefully.

"Yes." The well-behaved Min Fan nodded seriously, as if he had listened to his grandfather's words.

Smiling happily at his grandson's obedience, Qi Diaoming held Min Fan in one hand and knocked on Ying Wumei's door.

"Wumei?" After knocking a few times, there was no response. He shook it tentatively, only to find that the door was locked from the inside, "Wumei, are you still awake?" He knew that Luomei had been sleeping for a long time. I was in the habit of locking the door, so I tried knocking a few more times.

"Yes, it's dull..." Min Fan looked at his grandfather anxiously, and knocked on the door in a dignified manner.

"Hmm..." Accompanied by the knock on the door, Qi Diaoming's ears, which were unusually sharp because of his martial arts practice, heard a very soft cracking sound.

He faintly felt something strange, and hurriedly handed Min Fan over to the maid who was cleaning the courtyard, trying to use his internal force to break the door bolt.I saw him pressing the crack of the door with one hand, slowly exercising his internal force, turning his palm on the crack of the door and pushing it, and then he heard the door bolt break apart with a 'crack' sound.

"No plum."

The scene of retreating to the door made him rush forward in horror, and picked up Ying Wumei who fell powerlessly under the bed, "How are you? Why did you fall?" Put him back on the bed, the lacquer carving He looked up and down restlessly to see his physical condition.

"What are you shouting for?" Ying Wumei rubbed her forehead painfully, feeling that it hurts sharply, "I think I may have a cold." His throat felt dry, so he licked his lips.

The next moment, a soft and warm object landed on his mouth, and a stream of moderately hot and cold liquid was sucked into his mouth.

"You pervert, go away..." His blushing cheeks became even redder due to the high fever, and he stretched out his arms to move away from the person above him, but his sick body made him weak even to this point. I can't use any strength.

"Feeling better?" He stared at him with gentle eyes, and lifted his face to let loose, he asked softly.

"Typhoid fever was bitten by a wolf, how can it be cured." Ying Wumei glared at him.

"Hehe..." Qi Diaoming looked at his blushing face and smiled.

"Also...kiss...."

A childish voice suddenly came from the door, and Ying Wumei went looking for the sound, and what she saw was a small porcelain doll carved in powder and jade, struggling in the arms of the maidservant and stretching out her small hand to him.

"Go and ask Mr. Shui to come here." Qi Diaoming walked to the door and took Min Fan's instructions to the maidservant.

Then he carried Min Fan back to the bed and sat down, "Min Min, good boy, Grandpa Mei is sick, don't disturb him to rest." He pressed his index finger on his lips and made a soft movement.

Here, Ying Wumei rolled her eyes, thinking that the person in front of her was the one who would really make noise for her to rest.

"Who is this?" He looked at the villain who climbed onto his bed along Qi Diaoming's legs.

"Min Fan, the son of Mo Yan."

"Mo Cheng?" Ying Wumei frowned, "The rhyme...???"

"It's a long story. In general, Mo Yan married Min Fan's mother two years ago, but the child had been in poor health since he was a child, and passed away after barely giving birth to Min Fan. We grew up together as childhood sweethearts." Qi Diaoming summed it up simply.

"Oh." Ying Wumei nodded, and the one who was more interested in her eyes seemed to be Min Fan who was playing on her bed like a treasure hunt.

"This child is very similar to Morun when he was a child." Qi Diaoming stared at the kind eyes he could not help showing when facing the child, and said.

The action of teasing the child obviously froze, Ying Wumei withdrew her hand from stroking Min Fan's soft face, "Really?" He closed his eyes and his expression dimmed.

"Moron was very good when he was a child. When he couldn't leave, he would always lie on the bed and play alone. As long as he was given a toy or two, he hardly cried or made a fuss. He would occasionally cry twice when he was hungry and wet. He can walk a little louder, so he always likes to walk. Mo Yan is very lazy and always wants to be hugged, but Mo Lun is different. When he can walk, he will walk by himself. He is more afraid of high thresholds or chairs Willing to climb up alone. No matter how old he can enter the school, he will become the best student of the master. He can recite the Three Character Classic at the age of four. As long as the homework ordered by the master, he will always complete it very well. At the age of 13, He gradually began to take over some trivial things in the family, and at the age of 16, he accepted part of the family business. No matter everything, as long as he is entrusted to do it, he can always do it very well." Qi Diaoming grabbed him and retracted Clasping her hands tightly in her palm, she softly told Luo Mei everything about her son from childhood to adulthood in every detail.

He knew how sad he was that he couldn't be by Morun's side since he was a child, and he also understood how eager he was to know the little things about Morun's past when he was growing up. There was a pain in my heart.

"Don't be sad, these years, in fact, you have never left Moran's side, and you have always been with him in the most unique way." He kissed the hand in his palm lightly, comforting him gently.

"What do you mean?" Ying Wumei frowned incomprehensibly.

Qi Diao Ming smiled, and took out the double plum jade pendant from his bosom, "This jade pendant has been with me all these years, and the things I told you are all what I have seen, so it's like you It’s the same as watching Moran’s growth.”

"You still keep it?" Ying Wumei turned her face away to hide the throbbing in her eyes.

"How can it be discarded? It is just like you!" Qi Diaoming sighed happily, seemingly sad but tolerant of joy.

Unlocking the silver clasp, he leaned forward and brought it back around his neck.

"Return it to its original owner." He held Ying Wumei's face in his hands, and a gentle kiss fell on his mouth, just a light touch, not hot and intense, but equally touching.

Ying Wumei was lost for a moment, but was stunned when she passed Qi Diaoming and saw the person outside the door.

"Wu Ya." His expression was a little flustered, he didn't know how long Shui Wu Ya had been standing there, but he believed that he had indeed seen the kiss just now.

"The maid informed me that Wumei was ill." He carried a heavy medicine box on his shoulders that almost crushed him, and said in a low voice with his eyes closed.

"Yes, it seems to be suffering from the wind and cold." Qi Diaoming hugged Min Fan who was having fun, and gave up the seat beside the bed to Shui Wuya.

Shui Wuya came over and sat down to put down the medicine box, and put his three fingers together on Ying Wumei's wrist.

"How is it? Is it serious?" Qi Diaoming asked anxiously after seeing him taking the pulse for a long time but keeping his brows silent.

Shui Wuya shivered with his back turned to his body, shook his head after a while, "It's nothing serious, just a slight cold, I'll go and take some medicine and drink it and I'll be fine."

He picked up the heavy medicine box again, stood up and walked out, he walked very slowly, as if waiting for something to happen step by step...

"Boundless."

Behind him, Qi Diaoming put Min Fan back on the bed and walked towards him.

"What's the matter?" Shui Wuya's voice was soft, trembling with anticipation that he didn't even notice.

"The boiled medicine, the original taste is fine."

Shui Wuya turned his head in a daze, not understanding what he meant, "A little bitter?"

"Yeah." Qi Diaoming nodded, turned around and smiled at the person who was also stunned by the words, "Because the bitterness can make people feel the efficacy of the medicine evaporate."

Seeing Ying Wumei suddenly realized, she glared at him and turned away. He smiled more happily and walked over to tease Min Fan who was held in his arms.

Here, Shui Wuya stared at the scene in front of him sadly, felt as if his whole body was emptied of coldness, and the medicine box on his shoulder suddenly became heavier. He pulled the straps, tried his best to control his shaking body, Turn around quickly.

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