"Does your back still hurt?" Ah Chou moved his fingers upwards and placed them on the spot where Zhong Mingwei fell yesterday, pressing gently. "Does it still hurt here?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore. Didn't you give me a cold compress yesterday?" Zhong Mingwei said. He gently moved his body and said hesitantly. "How about you help me up again? I think today should be better than yesterday."
"Okay..." Ah Chou responded. But suddenly his body froze, and he stood there with his eyes wide open. After a long while, he carefully sat down again. With a red face, he said to Zhong Mingwei, "Not today... I'll help you get out of bed in a few days."
Zhong Mingwei looked at Ah Chou in surprise. Ah Chou was usually the one who wanted to help him get out of bed. He kept nagging him to get out of bed and go out to bask in the sun. Today was really abnormal.
"What's wrong?" Zhong Mingwei asked softly, "Are you okay?"
"No, nothing. What could possibly happen to me?" Ah Chou laughed. At the same time, he happily said to Zhong Mingwei, "Grandma Chen has found a job for me. Hehe, I just came down the mountain and got the job. Grandma Chen is very nice. The job she got for me is not tiring and I can earn money. I can earn one penny for embroidering four pieces for others. This is much easier than making money in the palace!"
"Really?" Zhong Mingwei looked at Achou's excited face with mixed feelings.
"Yes, wait, I'll bring it to you to see!" Ah Chou said as she ran out, but after running a few steps, she was so busy that she stopped and slowly moved out step by step.
Zhong Mingwei looked at her weird walking posture and couldn't help but frowned. Who did this girl learn such a weird walking posture from? Her heels looked like they had webbed feet, her belly was tucked in, her butt was sticking out...
By the time Zhong Mingwei realized where he was looking, Achou had already walked out of his sight. Zhong Mingwei stared at the door for a long time before suddenly turning his head away.
Why is he staring at that girl's private parts like a pervert?
For a moment, Zhong Mingwei's face looked like a dyeing factory, all colorful and ugly.
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"Look! Look! They're all here!" While Zhong Mingwei was still feeling disgusted with himself, Ah Chou had already come in happily with a sewing basket in his hand. He placed the sewing basket beside the bed like a treasure and introduced each item to Zhong Mingwei, "Look at how good this cloth is. It's made of genuine silk. Miss Duan also wore silk before. This thread is also top-quality silk thread. Of course, it's not as good as the ones used in the palace, but it's pretty good. Look, this is an embroidery needle. You must have never seen one before, right?"
"I have seen it." Zhong Mingwei said slowly, looking at the silver embroidery needle in Achou's hand.
He had seen it, and he had seen it many times. Ding loved embroidery the most, and she never put down the embroidery needle all day long. He did not often go into the backyard, but every time he went in, he would always see a needle and thread basket in the warm room, the bedroom, or the side hall. Sometimes, there would be an embroidery needle on a half-embroidered piece of embroidery.
"Is embroidery interesting?" Zhong Mingwei once asked Ding shortly after the wedding.
"It's interesting," Mrs. Ding smiled faintly, holding the embroidery needle in her delicate hands, embroidering carefully one stitch at a time. "When mother taught me to embroider before, I was not happy at first and thought it was boring. But mother said that if you think it's boring now, you will find it interesting after you get married. Sure enough, mother is right. Otherwise, how can I kill time?"
After hearing this, Zhong Mingwei walked away on the spot.
What did Mrs. Ding mean by this? Was she blaming him for never having time to accompany her, so that she could only embroider to relieve her loneliness?
He is the Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace and the future monarch of the Great Zhou. How could he waste his time in the rear house?
He blamed Ding for being unvirtuous and did not enter her room for several months. When he saw Ding again, she looked down and pleasing, which made him feel comfortable. It should be from that time that Ding became unusually virtuous and tolerant. She became the magnanimous Crown Princess who would busy herself with arranging for the maid to be taken into her room whenever he looked at her for a second. Even the Queen Mother praised Ding for being a rare virtuous woman.
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