"Master, I am... Duan Rulan," Ah Chou wanted to put the basin in front of the bed. But when she lowered her head, the ground was filthy and covered with all kinds of filth. Not only could Ah Chou not find a place to put the basin, but she also had trouble finding a place to step. She raised her head again. Looking at the person who had remained silent on the bed, Ah Chou felt uncomfortable and paused. She put the basin on the bed, and walked to the person while twisting the handkerchief. She leaned down slightly. "Master, from now on, I will serve you."
The man on the bed didn't answer. Except for the slight rise and fall of his chest, Ah Chou couldn't find the slightest trace of a living person in him. Ah Chou gritted his teeth and reached out to gently push the hair off his face. Then Ah Chou was stunned.
Ah Chou had seen Zhong Mingwei before. She had been a maid in the palace for twelve years, although she was only a low-ranking maid. But she had seen many noble ladies, although she had only seen Zhong Mingwei once, and only from a distance. But Zhong Mingwei's appearance was really unforgettable. Sometimes when the little palace girls in the laundry department had nothing to do, they would privately discuss which prince was the best. Some said it was the second prince Zhong Minge born by Concubine Shu, and some said it was the third prince Zhong Mingzheng born by Concubine Zhao. Ah Chou never participated in these discussions, but she thought in her heart that the best-looking one was of course the eldest prince, and the eldest prince's eyes were so charming. Later, Ah Chou learned that the flying eyebrows and eyes were called peach blossom eyes.
At this moment, the face that she once thought was the most beautiful was right in front of her. Ah Chou stared at this face without blinking. This face was paler and thinner than those hands. His face was very dirty, with mud, water stains, and other indescribable filth. The flying eyebrows in her memory were now tightly closed, and his eyebrows were a little yellow, like the dead grass in the yard whose life or death was unknown. Ah Chou couldn't bear to look at it, so she quickly moved her eyes away, and then her gaze fell on the corners of his tight lips.
He is in great pain, he must be in great pain!
Ah Chou looked at the corners of his tightly-stretched lips and felt a sudden pain in his nose for some reason. The once highly respected Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace had now become like this. It had only been a short half year, but for him, it must have been a very long and torturous time, right?
Ah Chou didn't dare to think too much, and immediately threw the towel again, and then put the hot towel on the dirty face, and she said softly: "Let's wash our faces first, and then eat later."
The hot handkerchief was gently wiped on his face. The person under the handkerchief still had his eyes closed, but Achou could clearly feel the face moving towards his hands, although it was only for a short moment. Achou was busy throwing the handkerchief again and wiping his face carefully, up and down. Achou knew that he had not washed his face for a long time, but he also knew that although he did not say anything, he must like the feeling of having his face wiped by a hot handkerchief.
After finally washing his face, the water in the basin had become turbid and cold. Achou threw the handkerchief into the water, then hurried out with the water.
The man lying on the bed had his eyelashes trembling slightly. He opened his eyes and watched Achou's thin body disappear in the dazzling morning light. Perhaps he had not opened his eyes for a long time, or perhaps the morning light was too dazzling, he was busy closing his eyes again, and his lips were tightened even more.
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