Ah Chou hurriedly said: "Don't open your mouth in a hurry, you will open your mouth after I deliver the porridge, your face will be sore after opening like this for a while."
Zhong Mingwei didn't seem to hear half of it. Still opening his mouth wide, his eyes were still staring straight at the spoon in Ah Chou's hand, and A Chou was so busy scooping up another spoonful of white porridge. He blew two puffs quickly, and then hurriedly sent it to Zhong Mingwei.
very quickly. A big bowl of porridge was finished like this. Ah Chou was so busy that he brought another bowl of porridge. In fact, this bowl belonged to A Chou, but A Chou couldn't care less about it. Now she just wants Zhong Mingwei to eat his fill. This person has obviously been hungry for a long time, and he doesn't have the slightest appetite for food. Ah Chou blamed himself endlessly. If I had known that I should have cooked for him last night, I wouldn't have made him hungry for another night.
After finishing two bowls of porridge, Ah Chou put down the bowls. At the same time, he took a handkerchief and wiped Zhong Mingwei's mouth. While asking softly: "Do you still want to eat? There is still in the pot."
Yes. There was still some porridge in the pot, but there was only half a bowl of porridge.
Zhong Mingwei shook his head. The eyes that had been staring at Bai Congee all the time, now looked at Ah Chou without blinking.
Ah Chou was uncomfortable seeing those pitch-black eyes. She has no experience in getting along with men, let alone Zhong Mingwei's peach blossom eyes, although these eyes are no longer as bright as before. But Ah Chou was so frightened that he couldn't let go of his hands and feet for a while.
"Who are you?" After a while, Zhong Mingwei spoke, his voice was very hoarse, probably because he hadn't spoken for a long time.
"I... I'm Duan Rulan," Ah Chou said in a panic, clutching the handkerchief in her hand nervously, her heart was about to jump into her throat, she was extremely disturbed, she felt that Zhong Mingwei had put her Seeing through, she said with a guilty conscience, "It's... Duan Rulan, the prostitute daughter of the Duan Mansion, who was engaged to you early in the morning."
"I've seen a portrait of Duan," Zhong Mingwei said calmly, his eyes lingering on A Chou's face, and finally fixed on the small dark red scar on A Chou's chin, "If Duan Chenghong's daughter is disfigured, If you dare to marry Donggong without telling the truth, that is courting death."
The next second, Ah Chou knelt down in front of the bed with a "plop". Her face was pale and her lips were trembling. She was obviously frightened enough. She grasped the edge of the bed with both hands, and said to Zhong Mingwei stammeringly: " Ma... Your Majesty, my servant... is not Miss Duan, this servant is... Miss Duan's dowry girl. Miss Duan died of a... sudden illness when... she was in Tongliao. This is why this slave has no choice but to bear the identity of Miss Duan Married to Ninggu Pagoda, I beg His Highness the Crown Prince to be merciful! The slaves did not intend to deceive His Highness the Crown Prince! Your Highness is a clear lesson!"
"What kind of prince am I?" Zhong Mingwei curled his lips sarcastically, paused, and laughed at himself, "I'm afraid that Miss Duan died of a sudden illness, but she really didn't want to marry me, a paralyzed person. Suicide, right?"
A Chou looked at Zhong Mingwei's desolate and mocking face, she didn't know what to say for a while, she bit her lip, and then whispered for a long time: "Your Highness, you are thinking too much, Miss, she is not unwilling to come to Ninggu Tower , It's just... It's just that the young lady's body has always been weak, and she fell ill as soon as she left Beijing. It is not easy to get to Tongliao..."
"You raise your head." Zhong Mingwei said suddenly.