Chapter 60 Comfortable
Concubine Shu drank half a cup of tea, looked at Zhong Ming'e, bit her lips and said, "If Lord Long Live really regrets..."
"Mother Concubine, don't worry," Zhong Ming'e stretched out his hand to hold Concubine Shu's hand, and comforted him softly, "Even if Lord Long Live is so regretful that his intestines are green, the most he can do is send someone to take good care of the deposed prince in private." , the decree for abolishing the crown prince was drafted by the Lord Long Live himself, and the Lord Long Live would never slap himself in the face. Besides, with a body like the Crown Prince Abandoned, even if he returns to Beijing, what is there to worry about? There are still three healthy princes under his knees, is it possible that he will let a paralyzed man succeed him?"
"There are indeed four sons under the knees of the Long Live Lord. Now that the abolished prince is gone, only three princes are in the capital, and the concubine Zhao Gui will occupy two princes under the knees." Concubine Shu gritted her teeth. If the Fourth Prince succeeds to the throne, there will be no way for our mother and son to survive."
"What the mother and concubine said is that when you are born in the Tian family, you have always lived and died," Zhong Ming'e said in a deep voice, but at the same time slightly hooked his lips, "But looking at the attitude of the father and the emperor towards the Zhao family, the son feels that We’re not out of luck either.”
Concubine Shu gently stroked Zhong Ming'e's thin cheeks, choked up slightly, and said, "Ming'e, your mother's background is not as good as Concubine Zhao's, and she can't help you. I really feel sorry for you."
Zhong Ming'e was so busy that he held Concubine Shu's hand, and said with relief: "How did the concubine mother say such a thing? The son was heartbroken when he heard it. The concubine mother's background is indeed inferior to Concubine Zhao, but all these years, the concubine mother has cultivated and raised the son with her own hands. I am grateful to my mother and concubine, so where can I complain?"
Concubine Shu's eyes were full of tears and she couldn't hide her relief: "Ming'e, my mother's hope is all on you."
Jiasheng thirty-two years in May thirty-two
Ning Guta.
On the last day of May, Ah Chou moved into the side room. The big wooden boxes were piled up by Ah Chou. In the past few days, Ah Chou made a straw mat for himself. It’s a bit thicker, but it’s more expensive because it’s thick. You only need to spread it on the ground, and you can live there. Ah Chou is quite satisfied with his craftsmanship.
After finishing the busy work here, Ah Chou hurriedly washed his hands and went into Zhong Mingwei's room. The bed sores on Zhong Mingwei's body had healed up in a few days, and Ah Chou began to massage Zhong Mingwei every day.
"Are you strong enough?" Ah Chou asked Zhong Mingwei while squeezing Zhong Mingwei's arm.
"Comfortable," Zhong Mingwei said. I don't know if it's because of the hot weather or Ah Chou's too much energy. Zhong Mingwei's body is warm, and fine beads of sweat begin to ooze out. Zhong Mingwei was rubbed comfortably, and his eyes Squinting and squinting, a strand of hair hung down from the top, and the end of the hair gently brushed Zhong Mingwei's forehead, a little itchy, Zhong Mingwei's eyes were completely narrowed into a line, "Are your hands sore? Why don't you rest for a while. "
"Not tired, where are you going?" A Chou said bluntly, rubbing Zhong Mingwei's shoulders quickly, and said, "Don't think I'm small, in fact, I may have done it. I used to wash clothes Bureau, I can wash hundreds of pieces of clothes a day, and sometimes after I finish washing my own, I can also help others wash some, and exchange some peanuts or something like a toothbrush, hehe, thinking about it now, it seems like it happened yesterday. "
Following Ah Chou's movements, that lock of hair playfully swept back and forth, from Zhong Mingwei's left eyebrow to his right eyebrow, crossed his straight nose, and finally stopped on his left cheek.