The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 285: I can do it myself
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The two returned to their home on the mountainside. After Pang Yi carried Zhong Mingwei into the room, he was busy lighting a fire and burning the kang. However, he had lived in southern Xinjiang for many years and had never used a kang anywhere. At the moment, he I choked and coughed without saying anything, and the room was filled with the smell of cigarette smoke.
"Use wheat straws to start the fire," Zhong Mingwei called him into the room, and then pointed to a pair of wheat straws in the corner, which are usually used to start fires, "Then add a handful of tree leaves and Corn on the cob, and finally firewood."
"Yes," Pang Yi responded while coughing, and started the fire according to the method taught by Zhong Mingwei. Sure enough, the kang was burning in a short time. Pang Yi let out a long sigh of relief and patted the firewood in his hand. , while looking at Zhong Mingwei, he said in surprise, "Your Highness, you..."
Pang Yi didn't say anything else. His expression was a little subtle, he coughed, and then climbed onto the kang to make it for Zhong Mingwei.
Actually, he just wanted to say, Your Highness, how come you can even make a fire now, but then he thought about it, how could you not? Now he is no longer the noble prince of the East Palace, but just an ordinary commoner. He may not even be as good as a commoner. If he wants to survive in a desolate place like Ninggu Pagoda, he must learn everything.
Pang Yi felt very sad. A thirty-year-old man had never felt so sad before. He couldn't even imagine how Zhong Mingwei survived in the past year, and how he dragged his residual leg while smoking. Xunhuo Liaoli learned to light the fire and burn the kang. He wiped his face and tried hard not to lose his temper. He was too busy to sort out the messy bedding on the kang.
"I can do it myself," but Zhong Mingwei frowned and looked at Pang Yi, "I don't need you to sort it out."
"I'll do it. Your Highness, just rest..." Of course Pang Yi didn't agree. He reached out and pulled the quilt away, and then a gauze-covered hand held his tightly. wrist.
"I said, I will do it myself," Zhong Mingwei looked at Pang Yi with a sullen face. This time, the injury was so serious that he looked quite haggard, but his eyes were still as sharp and deep as before. He just stared at Pang Yi with his eyes, "Go down and don't come up on this kang again."
This is his and A Chou's home. He actually doesn't want anyone to set foot in it, not even Pang Yi. If it weren't for his physical inconvenience and no one to help him, he would have sent Pang Yi down the mountain long ago. , so when Pang Yi climbed onto the kang, Zhong Mingwei couldn't help it anymore. This was his and A Chou's kang. There were A Chou's clothes on it, and A Chou's pillow. There might be something on the pillow. How could he allow others to touch A Chou's fallen hair?
"Yes, I obey," Pang Yi didn't quite understand what Zhong Mingwei meant, but looking at those sharp and deep eyes, he didn't dare to ask. He was so busy that he got off the kang and said to Zhong Mingwei, "Then I'll fetch a bucket of water, heat it up, and wipe your face."
"Okay." Zhong Mingwei nodded, without saying anything else, and stretched out his hand to rub the tender pink pillow next to him.
Pang Yi found the bucket from the outer hall and brought it to the yard. The last time he came here, he saw a well in the yard. When he came to the well, he hooked the bucket and put it down, and then " There was a "click" sound. Pang Yi was different and wanted to put the bucket down, and then the rope loosened. Only then did Pang Yi realize that the well was probably frozen.
Pang Yi glanced at a big stone next to the well, and immediately threw the stone into the well. With a loud "pop" sound, the ice in the well broke, and Pang Yi finally came up. There was a bucket of water with ice cubes. I was so busy that I carried the water into the room.
"Your Highness, what's wrong with you?" As soon as Pang Yifu put down the bucket, he looked at Zhong Mingwei who felt something was wrong. He was holding a small pillow in his hand and turned his head to look at the window with a broken corner, his expression It was so ugly that his lips seemed to be trembling.
Pang Yi only said that the wound on Zhong Mingwei's body was in unbearable pain, and he said anxiously: "Your Highness, why don't you feel comfortable? How about I go down the mountain and hire a doctor for you?"
"It's okay," Zhong Mingwei shook his head slowly, still looking straight at the broken window, and spoke again after a long time, "Is the well frozen again?"
"Yes, the ice is very thick. This is the first time I know that well water can also freeze. It is so thick that even a bucket cannot be broken by it," Pang Yi nodded and squatted down to check on Zhong Mingwei. He continued, "There happens to be a big stone next to the well, otherwise it would be impossible to break through such thick ice. The sound of breaking the ice just now was so loud, did it surprise His Highness?"