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 her softly. "Even if Lord Long Live is so remorseful that his intestines are green, the most he can do is to send someone to take good care of the deposed prince in private. The decree for the deposed prince was personally drafted by Lord Long Live. Lord Long Live will never slap himself in the face, besides Even if he returns to Beijing, what is there to worry about with a body like that of the abolished prince? Besides the abolished prince, there are three healthy princes under the knee of Long Live Lord, so 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 the abolished prince is gone. There are only three princes in the capital, and Concubine Zhao has two princes under her knees," Concubine Shu gritted her teeth. "At that time. No matter whether it is the third prince or the fourth prince succeeding to the throne, we mother and son will have no way out."
"What the concubine mother said was that she was born in the Tian family. It's always life and death," Zhong Ming'e said in a deep voice. On the other hand, he curled his lips slightly, "But looking at the attitude of the emperor towards the Zhao family, my son feels that we are not without chance of winning."
Concubine Shu gently stroked Zhong Ming'e's thin cheeks. Slightly choked up 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 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.