The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 60: Comfortable

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Concubine Shu drank more than half a cup of tea, looked at Zhong Ming'e, bit her lip and said, "If Long Live Master really regrets..."

"Concubine, don't worry," Zhong Ming'e stretched out his hand to hold Concubine Shu's hand, and comforted him softly, "Even if my long-lived master is so regretful that his intestines are blue, the most he can do is send someone to take good care of the waste in private. That’s the prince. The imperial edict to depose the prince was drawn up by the Long Live Lord himself. Long live the Lord will definitely not slap him in the face. Besides, with a body like the deposed prince, even if he returns to Beijing, what is there to worry about? Apart from the deposed prince , Long Live the Lord has three healthy princes under his knees, is it possible that he will let a paralytic succeed to the throne?"

"Long Live the Lord does have four sons. Now that the deposed prince has been removed, there are only three princes in the capital. Unfortunately, Concubine Zhao has two princes," Concubine Shu gritted her teeth and said, "When the time comes, no matter what Whether the third prince or the fourth prince succeeds to the throne, there will be no way for us two to survive."

"What my mother said is that when you are born in the Heavenly Family, it is always life and death," Zhong Ming'e said solemnly, while slightly curling his lips, "But looking at my father's attitude towards the Zhao family now, But my son feels that we have no chance of winning."

Concubine Shu gently stroked Zhong Ming'e's thin cheek and choked slightly: "Ming'e, my mother's background is not as good as that of Concubine Zhao, and I can't help you. I really wrong you."

Zhong Ming'e was so busy that he held Concubine Shu's hand and said comfortingly: "Why did the concubine say such things? It hurt my son's heart to hear it. The concubine's background is indeed inferior to that of Concubine Zhao, but she has cultivated and raised her all these years. Son, my son is grateful to his mother and concubine, so how can he complain?"

Concubine Shu's eyes were filled with tears and she could not conceal her joy: "Ming'e, my mother's hope is all on you."

May 30, the 32nd year of Jiasheng

Ninggu Pagoda.

On the last day of May, A Chou moved into the side room. The big wooden boxes were piled up by A Chou. In the past few days, A Chou started to knit a straw mat for himself. A Chou had never knitted before. It was a little rough, but it was thick. As long as it was spread on the ground, people could live in it. A Chou was quite satisfied with his workmanship.

After finishing the work here, A Chou hurriedly washed his hands and entered Zhong Mingwei's room. The bedsores on Zhong Mingwei's body have improved greatly in the past few days. A Chou began to massage Zhong Mingwei every day.

"Is it strong enough?" A Chou asked Zhong Mingwei while squeezing his arm.

"Comfortable," Zhong Mingwei said. He didn't know whether it was because of the hot weather or because Ah Chou was too vigorous. Zhong Mingwei's body was all hot, and thin beads of sweat began to ooze out. Zhong Mingwei was rubbed so hard Comfortable, eyes squinted, a strand of hair hanging down from the top, the tail of the hair gently swept Zhong Mingwei's forehead, a little itchy, Zhong Mingwei's eyes completely narrowed into a line, "Are your hands sore? How about first?" Take a break."

"I'm not tired, where are you now?" Ah Chou said bluntly, while rubbing Zhong Mingwei's shoulders quickly, he said, "Don't think I'm small, in fact I might have done it before. In the laundry department, I can wash hundreds of clothes a day. Sometimes after washing my own clothes, I can also wash some for others in exchange for some peanuts or something like toothpaste. Hehe, now that I think about it, it’s like what happened yesterday Similar."

The strand of hair followed A Chou's movements, sweeping back and forth playfully, from Zhong Mingwei's left eyebrow to his right eyebrow, then across the bridge of his handsome nose, and finally stopped on his left cheek.