"Do you feel any pain?" Ah Chou asked in a low voice, lightly tapping a bedsore with his finger.
"It hurts." Zhong Mingwei buried his face in the crimson pillow and made a muffled sound.
"Pain? Can you feel the pain?" Ah Chou was very surprised. He then changed his position and pointed, "How about this place?"
"It hurts." Zhong Mingwei said again.
"Here?" Ah Chou was so happy that he moved his finger to another place. "And here?"
"It hurts! It hurts!" Zhong Mingwei was a little helpless, "Please stop poking me. It really hurts."
"Hehe! It hurts so much! It hurts so much!" Ah Chou grinned. She was too embarrassed to poke any further, so she continued to move downwards, scooping some ointment and applying it on his butt. Although it was a sensitive area, Ah Chou didn't feel embarrassed, she was really happy. The more she applied it, the more excited she became. "The doctor said that this medicine is only effective if you feel pain. I was worried when I bought it. I was afraid that you wouldn't feel the pain. It turns out that I was worrying too much."
Zhong Mingwei's buttocks were being rubbed again and again. He couldn't hold back his expression until the hands finally reached his legs. He breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Where did you buy the ointment?"
"There's only one clinic in the market. It's very expensive," Ah Chou started talking while applying ointment to him. He complained, "You don't know how expensive things are in Wangjiatun. Medicine is expensive, pork is expensive too. Just buying a pig leg costs one penny. Don't you think this is robbing? Vegetables are also very expensive. They cost thirty or forty coins at any time. The key is that the quality is not good. They are all crooked and broken. There is nothing I like. They are better than those wild vegetables I saw on the roadside. I will dig them up tomorrow and make shepherd's purse vermicelli buns for you. Hehe, I bought vermicelli specially. Fortunately, the vermicelli here is not expensive and is very good. This kind of vermicelli is bouncy and will not fall apart. It is very delicious. Add shepherd's purse and mix it in. Hehe, I can eat three big stuffed buns in one breath..."
Zhong Mingwei listened to her chattering, like a talkative oriole, which was noisy but not annoying. Zhong Mingwei even heard every word. While listening to Ah Chou's chirping, another face appeared in his mind.
He was already 32 years old, so naturally he would not be unmarried, especially for someone of his status. When he was 18, he married Ding, the legitimate daughter of Grand Tutor Ding Yunwen. A woman raised in an aristocratic family was naturally impeccable, not to mention that Ding was very gentle and lovely.
At that time, Ding was also eighteen years old. They were newly married. Even though they were not in love, they were respectful to each other. However, as time went by, he felt that it was boring. This was the life he, the crown prince of the East Palace, should have. But he was not without regrets in his heart. What was he regretting? He didn't know it at the time, and he didn't need to know it. But now, facing the chattering Ah Chou, he finally knew what he regretted.
Ding knew her limits very well. She never entered his study, and she even seldom went to the front yard. She spent all day in the backyard drinking tea, arranging flowers, raising fish, and embroidering. She could calmly read a book on "Female Virtues" dozens of times. Whenever he looked at a maid for a second, Ding would take the initiative to ask if he wanted to take her into the room. When she said this, she was very respectful and sincere, without a trace of resentment or jealousy. Zhong Mingwei looked at the dignified and gentle Ding as if he was looking at the Goddess of Mercy in the Empress Dowager's palace.
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