Pang Yi had been hiding in the mountains for a whole day. When Achou finally went out, he hurriedly climbed over the wall and entered the yard, carrying four large bags.
"Who?" Zhong Mingwei has always had excellent hearing. In addition, there were only him and Ah Chou on the mountain, so when he heard the strange footsteps, Zhong Mingwei suddenly became alert. He picked up the fire fork on the ground, and before he could straighten his waist, he heard a "zhila". The door had been pushed open from the outside.
"Your Highness!" Pang Yifu's eyes suddenly turned red when he saw Zhong Mingwei. The prince who used to be handsome and high-handed was now slumped on the dirty earthen kang. There was a big pot with steam coming out of it at the head of the kang, and a pile of firewood was piled at the door. His noble prince was wearing this half-new stone blue outer garment and holding a fire fork in his hand.
"Pang Yi. Why are you here? Aren't you in Southern Xinjiang?" Zhong Mingwei was also startled, and threw away the fire fork in his hand, and asked anxiously. "Did the Queen Mother ask you to come?"
"Yes. I came to Ningguta to visit Your Highness on the orders of the Queen Mother," Pang Yi took a deep breath and held back his tears. He put the four large bags on his back on the ground. Then he knelt on his knees and kowtowed three times to Zhong Mingwei. When he looked up again, Pang Yi's eyes were even redder. "Your Highness, I am late and have wronged you..."
"What's the point of being called His Royal Highness? I'm just a commoner now," Zhong Mingwei curled his lips in a sarcastic tone, and patted Pang Yi's shoulder, saying, "Come and sit down, and have a good chat with me."
"Yes," Pang Yi hurriedly stood up and sat on the kang, reaching out to hold Zhong Mingwei's hand, saying, "I heard in Southern Xinjiang that Your Highness was seriously injured and might not recover in this lifetime. I didn't expect Your Highness to recover so quickly. It must be God's blessing. I am really sad and relieved."
"What do you mean by recovered or not? I still can't get out of bed," Zhong Mingwei said calmly, patting his legs and saying to Pang Yi with a sullen face, "There's nothing wrong with other parts of my body, but these two legs are always as weak as noodles. I don't know if it's because of the punishment I received in the clan house."
"How dare the people from the Imperial Clan Court use such severe punishment on Your Highness?!" Pang Yi was shocked and angry, his eyes almost popping out of his head. "Although the Imperial Clan Court has the power to discipline the royal family, they mostly just imprison and lecture. Even if they really use torture, it's just perfunctory. How dare they really do this to the descendants of the emperor?!"
"It can be seen that they have received the imperial decree from His Majesty." Zhong Mingwei said lightly.
"How could His Majesty..." Pang Yi frowned. He looked at Zhong Mingwei's indifferent expression and seemed to be hesitant to speak. Finally, he spoke, "I know that His Majesty has always disliked Your Highness, but after all, Your Highness is the Queen Mother's favorite eldest grandson. Moreover, it was New Year's Eve and the Queen Mother was in the palace. Even if His Majesty really wanted to torture Your Highness, he would definitely not alarm the Queen Mother. So I think this is not His Majesty's intention."
"You mean there's someone else? That's right, I'm such a hated target, I don't know how many people have hated me over the years." Zhong Mingwei said slowly, while supporting himself with both hands, he climbed to the head of the kang, took two bowls from the stove, opened the lid of the pot, scooped two bowls of tea from the big pot, and handed one bowl to Pang Yi.
Pang Yi looked at Zhong Mingwei's skillful movements, then at the large coarse porcelain bowl in his hand. His nose suddenly felt sore. He hurriedly picked up the large coarse porcelain bowl and gulped down the tea in it.
"The water here tastes good, right? It's sweeter than the water in the capital." Zhong Mingwei watched as he finished the tea in one gulp, then took a sip from the large coarse porcelain bowl. If it weren't for the unsightly large coarse porcelain bowl in his hand and the gray wall behind him, it would have actually been a very pleasing picture of a young man drinking tea.
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