"Master, I am... Duan Rulan," A Chou wanted to put the tub in front of the bed. But when he lowered his head, the ground was filthy, full of all kinds of filth. Ah Chou not only couldn't find a place to put the basin, but even had enough ground to lay his feet on. Look up again. Looking at the silent person on the bed, Ah Chou paused for a moment, feeling uncomfortable. She put the basin on the bed, and walked up to the man while twisting the handkerchief. He bent down slightly. "Master, from now on, I will serve you."
The person on the bed didn't answer. Except for the slight ups and downs of the chest. Ah Chou couldn't find the slightest trace of life in him. A Chou bit the bullet and stretched out his hand to gently push the hair off his face, and then A Chou was stunned.
Ah Chou had met Zhong Mingwei before. She has been a court lady in the palace for twelve years, although she is only a low-ranking rough court lady. But she has seen many noble people, although she has only seen Zhong Mingwei once, and only from a distance. But Zhong Mingwei's appearance is really unforgettable. The little palace daughters of the Huanyi Bureau sometimes have nothing to do, and they will discuss in private which prince has the best birth. Some are the second prince Zhong Ming'e born to the empress Shu. Some also said that it was Zhong Mingzheng, the third prince who was born to Concubine Zhao. Ah Chou never participated in these discussions, but he thought in his heart that the most beautiful one is of course the eldest prince. Those eyes of the eldest prince are captivating. Later, Ah Chou knew The kind of flying eyebrows are called peach blossom eyes.
At this very moment, the face she thought was the most beautiful was just around the corner. Ah Chou stared at this face without blinking. This face was paler and thinner than those hands. His face was dirty and somewhat Dirt, water stains, and other inexplicable filth, and the eyebrows flying in the memory are tightly closed at this time, and the eyebrows are a little yellow, like dead grass in the yard, Ah Chou Feeling a little unbearable, he moved his eyes away in a hurry, and then his eyes fell on the corners of his tight lips.
He is suffering, must be suffering!
Ah Chou looked at the corners of his tight lips, and somehow felt his nose sore suddenly. The once noble prince of the Eastern Palace has now become like this. It took only half a year, but for him, it must be Very long suffering, right
Ah Chou didn't dare to think too much, and immediately threw the towel again, and then put the warm towel on the dirty face, and she said softly, "Let's wash our face first, and eat later."
The warm veil was gently wiping his face, and the person under the veil kept his eyes tightly closed, but Ah Chou could clearly feel that face arching towards his hand, although it was only so slightly Just for a while, Ah Chou was so busy that he threw the handkerchief again and wiped it up and down carefully. Ah Chou knew that he hadn't washed his face for a long time, but A Chou also knew that although he didn't speak, he I must really like the feeling of wiping my face with a hot handkerchief.
After finally washing his face, the water in the basin was turbid and cold, so Ah Chou threw the handkerchief into the water and hurried out with the water.
The eyelashes of the person paralyzed on the bed trembled slightly. He opened his eyes and watched Ah Chou's thin body disappear into the dazzling morning light. Maybe it was because he hadn't opened his eyes for a long time, or maybe it was because the morning light was too dazzling. He closed his eyes again, and his lips tightened even more.