Zhong Mingwei's expression became uglier. His lips trembled for a long time before he could speak again: "You said... there is a big stone next to the well?"
"Yes. It was placed by the well. Fortunately, it was not frozen to the ground, so I picked it up. Otherwise, in the dark, I really don't know where to find such a big stone to break the ice and get water." Pang Yi said. He frowned and looked at Zhong Mingwei's knees. After a pause, he said worriedly. "Your Highness, I see that your knees seem to be swollen again. I'm afraid you got cold again on the way back. I'll quickly boil a pot of hot water to warm your knees. Don't sit like this, quickly cover yourself with the quilt, don't get cold again. Let's invite a doctor tomorrow. Let him take a good look at your injury..."
Zhong Mingwei saw Pang Yi's mouth opening and closing. He knew Pang Yi was talking, but he couldn't hear anything. His mind had long been a mess, and his ears were buzzing. Except for Ah Chou's uncomfortable sobbing in his arms that night, he really couldn't hear anything.
After a while, his eyes moved away from Pang Yi's opening and closing mouth. His eyes slid across the messy firewood on the ground, the bucket of water with ice chips in front of the kang, and finally fell on the black cotton pants at the head of the kang. He bent down, gently reached for the black cotton pants, pulled them in front of himself, and gently rubbed the black cotton pants with his big hands. It had been three days, and the cotton pants were still damp. You can imagine how wet they were at that time.
Zhong Mingwei's lips were trembling violently, just like his hand at this moment. The hand that had always been strong and powerful was now trembling timidly. Finally, he grabbed the black cotton pants and held it in his arms.
That girl, I was afraid she would have frozen to death at that time, right?
It was so cold, and I was not feeling well. I was soaked by the icy water. How could I not get frozen? How could I not catch a cold?!
That day, as soon as he saw the ice at the gate, he guessed that the girl must have gone down the mountain to fetch water, but after finally getting to the door, she slipped and fell, soaking half of her body. She was afraid that he would see her, so she hurried back to the room to change her dirty cotton jacket. But the girl only had one pair of cotton trousers and had no change, so she had to wear the wet trousers the whole day!
He was actually more angry than heartbroken at the time. He was mad that the girl refused to drink well water and insisted on going down the mountain to fetch water. But at this moment, what else did he not understand?
Why is there a large stone placed abruptly at the mouth of the well?
Why did that girl insist on going down the mountain to fetch water in the snow?
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How dumb and stupid was that girl that she actually went down the mountain to fetch water just to avoid disturbing his sweet dreams? !
How can there be such a person in this world? !
How is that possible? !
Zhong Mingwei gritted his teeth and hugged the black cotton pants in his arms even tighter.
"Your Highness, are you hungry? How about I cook some dumplings for you? I just saw that there are still many dumplings on the table in the outer hall," Pang Yi said as he lifted the lid of the pot and frowned at the sticky noodle soup inside. Then he rolled up his sleeves, picked up the spoon and basin on the stove, and was about to scoop it out. "Your Highness, you just have to make do with it tonight..."
"What are you doing?!" Zhong Mingwei suddenly shouted, staring nervously at the small pot of noodle soup, and said to Pang Yi in a stern voice, "What do you want to do?!"
Pang Yi was startled. Looking at Zhong Mingwei's nervous and angry expression, his heart suddenly skipped a beat. He grew up with Zhong Mingwei, so he was used to his calm personality. So at this moment, facing such a face, Pang Yi was a little scared, but more confused.
He stood up awkwardly and explained to Zhong Mingwei: "Your Highness, I am washing the pot. After I wash the pot, I can cook dumplings for you..."
"I'll eat this." Zhong Mingwei interrupted Pang Yi and stared at the small half pot of noodle dumpling soup without blinking, without a trace of joking in his eyes.
"This?" Pang Yi was speechless. He looked at the sticky noodle soup, then at Zhong Mingwei. Even though he felt that he shouldn't say anything, he still opened his mouth, "Your Highness, this noodle soup has probably been stored for several days. It must have gone bad. If you eat it, you will probably get a stomachache. Let me cook dumplings for you..."
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