Chapter 60: Comfortable

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The lady drank more than half a cup of tea, while looking at Zhong Ming'e, bit her lip and said, "If Long Live Lord really regrets ..."
"Mother princess, don't worry," Zhong Minge stretched out his hand and comforted her softly. "Long live the old man, even if he regrets his intestines, he would send someone to take care of the waste prince in private. The decree of the Crown Prince was designed by Long Live Lord. Long Live Lord will never break his face. Moreover, what kind of body is like the Crown Prince, even if he returns to Beijing, what is worrying? In addition to the Crown Prince, Long Live Lord There are still three healthy princes under his knees. Is it possible that he will succeed a paralyzed man? "
"Long live Lord, there are indeed four sons under the knees, and now the scrapped crown princes are removed, and the three princes are in the capital, and the two princes are occupied by Zhao Guifei's knees." Or the four princes succeeded to the throne, and the two of us could not survive. "
"The concubine said that you were born in the family of heaven, and it was always your life and death," Zhong Ming'e said in a deep voice, but on the one side slightly ticked his lips. "But looking at the attitude of the father and emperor towards Zhao's family now, the son felt We are not without chance. "
Concubine gently stroked Zhong Ming's thin cheeks and choked back slightly: "Ming's origin is not as good as Princess Gui Gui's, nor can it help you. It's really wronging you."
Zhong Minge was too busy to hold the hand of the concubine, and said with relief: "What did the concubine say? The son was heart-stirring after hearing it. The concubine's origin was indeed inferior to that of Zhao Guifei. Thank you Dade for the concubine, where can you complain? "
The eyes of the concubine were full of relief that could not be concealed by tears: "Ming E, the hope for the mother is all on you."
Jiasheng thirty-two years of May thirty
Ninggu Tower.
On the last day of May, Ahou moved into the partial house, and the big wooden boxes were piled up by Ahou. In these days, Ahou started to make a straw mat for himself. It ’s a little bit, but it ’s expensive. If you just lay down on the ground, you can live. Ah Chou is very satisfied with her craft.
After finishing his busy work here, Ah Chou hurriedly washed his hands and entered Zhong Mingwei's house. In recent days, the decubitus on Zhong Mingwei's body was better than that of seven or eight, and Ah Chou began to massage Zhong Mingwei every day.
"Is it enough?" A Chou asked Zhong Mingwei while pinching his arm.
"Comfortable," Zhong Mingwei said, I don't know whether it was because of the heat, or A Chou's strength was too great, Zhong Mingwei's body was warm, and began to exude fine and dense sweat beads, Zhong Mingwei was rubbed comfortably, eyes Squinting, a strand of hair drooping from the top of the head, the hair end gently sweeping Zhong Mingwei's forehead, a little itchy, Zhong Mingwei's eyes completely narrowed into a line, "hands sore? Or don't take a break. "
"Not tired, where is this?" A Chou crisply said, rubbing Zhong Mingwei's shoulders briskly, and said, "Don't look at me being small, in fact, I might have done it. Bureau, I can wash hundreds of clothes a day. Sometimes I finish washing my clothes, and I can help others to wash them and get some peanuts or other teething sacrifices. Hey, now it ’s like yesterday. "
The strand of hair swept mischievously along with Ahou's movements, from Zhong Mingwei's left eyebrow to right eyebrow, across the bridge of his handsome nose, and finally stopped on his left cheek.