Ah Chou looked at the pendant, first with a dull expression, then with a wide smile. She reached out and took the pendant from Pang Yi's hand, and immediately put it on her neck. The moment the cold pendant touched her skin, Ah Chou shuddered, but the smile on her face did not diminish at all. She gently touched the pendant through her front. When she looked up at Pang Yi again, the smile in her eyes seemed to be overflowing.
"How is he now?" Ah Chou asked in a low voice, mentioning Zhong Mingwei. She became worried again, "Mr. Chen said that his leg was slightly injured, but I didn't see it. I was always worried. But I heard from Mr. Chen that his injury was not serious, and he invited the best doctor in the city to treat him. I think he is much better now, right?"
"My master is injured..." Pang Yi looked at the anxious face that was still childish. He paused and continued, "The injury is not serious, just a superficial wound. As long as he takes good care of himself, he will be healed in less than a month."
"A month? Why does it take so long?" Ah Chou frowned and stamped his feet. "No, I'm going back with you right now. I feel uneasy living here..."
But before he took two steps, Ah Chou stopped again and said a little disappointedly: "But I haven't recovered from the typhoid fever yet. What if I infect him?"
Pang Yi hurriedly said, "Madam, don't worry. I have subordinates to serve you, and there will definitely be no mistakes."
Achou looked at Pang Yi, his lips moved, but hesitant to speak.
She was not worried that Pang Yi could not take good care of Zhong Mingwei, nor was she worried that Zhong Mingwei would get hurt. After all, what she was worried about was that she was not by Zhong Mingwei's side at this time. The big man who was usually calm and composed, when he was sick, was like a baby who loved to act coquettishly, and a baby who would only act coquettishly to her. Achou really felt sorry for him. He was so old, but he had lost his mother since he was a child. His father was the emperor, but he was also a cruel and ruthless man. He had been glorious and pitiful, but now he only had her. In this desolate place where it was bitterly cold all year round, she was the only one who loved and spoiled him.
"Did he sleep well at night?" After a long silence, Ah Chou sat back in his chair silently and asked Pang Yi in a low voice.
"I slept well," Pang Yi said to Ah Chou, thinking about Zhong Mingwei's crazy eyes and the frown in his sleep last night, "Please rest assured, Madam, I am fine. I am just worried about your health, so I specially asked my subordinates to buy donkey-hide gelatin and bird's nest to nourish your body."
"Another waste of money!" Ah Chou muttered quietly, but his lips couldn't help curling up, and he immediately said to Pang Yi, "Are the dumplings at home almost finished?"
Pang Yi nodded: "There are not many left."
"Then I'll pack some more tomorrow, and you come and take it up..." Ah Chou said, waving his hands busily, "No, you don't have to come and take it, I'll ask Mr. Chen to take it up, and you don't have to go anywhere, just stay at home and accompany him, don't leave him alone at home, understand?"
Pang Yi said with a stiff upper lip: "Yes, I obey your command."
"He likes to drink jasmine tea. The tea leaves are in the wooden box on the long table in the outer hall against the wall." Ah Chou didn't notice Pang Yi's abnormality and continued to chatter. "Don't heat the kang too high. He sweats easily. If the kang is too high, his pajamas will get soaked. When he gets up early in the morning, the room is cold and he will easily catch a cold."
"Yes, I'll remember that," Pang Yi felt indescribably uncomfortable listening to Ah Chou's rambling, "Madam, is there anything else you want to tell me?"
"Also, there's ice in the well in the yard, but the sound of breaking the ice by pounding stones is too loud..." Ah Chou looked at Pang Yi uncomfortably. She really couldn't say this. After holding it in for a long time, she finally said, "He sometimes wakes up late in the morning and likes to stay in bed for a while, so could you please go down the mountain to fetch water for him these few days? Don't pound stones into the well, the sound is too loud and will definitely wake him up..."
Pang Yi suddenly raised his head, staring blankly at the thin and skinny girl sitting opposite him. He suddenly remembered the big stone placed by the well last night, and the various madness that Zhong Mingwei had experienced after hearing him casually talk about the stone. For a moment, what was there that he didn't understand?
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