"You might as well kill me with one knife!"
Mo Beizhi groaned, his dead eyes dimmed, his heart was ashen, and he had no hope of ever loving him again.
He would rather die than suffer such humiliation!
Chu Yingluo put away the syringe, pulled up his pants neatly, and said plausibly: "Don't think about death all the time. People must not give up on themselves while they are alive. Lu Xun once said, some people are alive, and they are already dead. Some people are dead, but he is still alive.”
"..." Who is Lu Xun?
Mo Beizhi's dark eyes closed heavily, trying to hide the despair and embarrassment in his eyes. Survival was the most tortured thing in the world.
But it is undeniable that what this little girl said makes some sense.
He is alive, but his heart is dead.
While Mo Beizhi was feeling melancholy alone, Chu Yingluo had already asked Chunhe to bring new bedding and clothes.
Not only the bedding, but also the mattress and bed boards had to be replaced, but the house was so poor that even the bed boards were cut off by servants and then ran away, so poor that they couldn't even find a needle.
Luckily she had room on her hands.
So, she ran to a corner, took out an anti-bedsore mattress for paralyzed elderly people from the instrument room, and put a lot of effort into replacing it with a clean mattress for Mo Beizhi.
After doing all this, she was already sweating.
Chu Yingluo shrugged her nose and finally couldn't smell the pungent smell anymore. As for the old bedding, she threw them out the door.
Mo Beizhi felt the soft mattress under his body. He had no time to recall the shame of being hugged by her, but he was just confused: "Where did this thing come from? Why have I never seen it before?"
Chu Yingluo smiled and said nonsensically: "The dowry I brought from home."
Mo Beizhi found it novel. Did he bring it from home? He only knew that Chu Yingluo was the daughter of General Chu, but he didn't know that the general's mansion had such good things...
After lying in bed for three years, it turned out that the outside world had changed a lot, and all kinds of novel inventions exceeded his imagination.
Surprised, Mo Beizhi couldn't help but sigh. He hadn't slept in such a clean and comfortable bed for three years. It felt like a ray of light shone into his dark life.
He turned to look over and was about to thank her when he saw Chu Yingluo smiling harmlessly at him: "Your Majesty, I live next door to you. If you need anything, just call me."
Uncle Wang left, and all the work of taking care of the prince fell on her.
I’ll be very busy in the future!
Mo Beizhi secretly extinguished the fire that had just been ignited in his heart. He turned away stiffly and said in a calm voice: "I have no needs."
He doesn't even care about life or death. He is a useless person and has no needs.
In order to take care of the prince more conveniently, Chu Yingluo moved to the next room.
For breakfast the next day, Chunhe brought another bowl of porridge.
Chu Yingluo stared at the bland water porridge in front of her, frowned and finished the drink: "Is there nothing in the house except rice?"
Chunhe shook his head: "Without the princess, even the rice is almost gone. After this month, we will starve to death."
"Has the prince eaten?"
"Your Majesty just took one bite and refused to eat. His appetite has been bad recently and he is getting thinner and thinner..."
After saying that, Chunhe lowered his head and secretly wiped away tears.
Chu Yingluo clenched her chin and felt worried. How could the majestic prince's palace be in such a state of decline?
It seems that she has to find a way to get money, and her first priority is to ensure that they don't starve to death.
And in a situation like the prince's, one must ensure adequate nutritional intake, otherwise the body will never recover.
Chu Yingluo came to the backyard and was thinking about how to get money for food when she saw Chunhe feeding the ducks in the backyard with a bowl of rice soup and muttering: "Oh... there is no food in the house, the ducks are hungry." He’s dead and the puppy is starving to death.”
Chu Yingluo's eyes suddenly lit up, and there was a crystal light in her eyes.
Are there any ducks in the house?
Although the duck was skinny and didn't have much meat on its body, it was just right to make soup for the prince to drink.
She glanced at the weeds in the yard again, and her eyes suddenly lit up. Some of them could be used as medicinal materials, and they were turned into medicinal food when put in duck soup.
However, it is best to have a jar of wine and spiritual spring water to bring out the medicinal effects of the medicinal materials.
Chu Yingluo walked forward quickly and asked excitedly: "Chunhe, is there any wine in our house?"
Chunhe stood up and thought for a while: "It seems there is. The prince said it was buried under the tree. No one knows."
"Go dig it up quickly."
Chu Yingluo smiled and waved.
"Princess, do you want some wine?"
Chu Yingluo looked at the duck and narrowed her eyes: "Give the duck some strength."
As soon as Chunhe heard about replenishing the duck's body, Chunhe immediately smiled. The princess is really kind-hearted...
"Okay princess, I'll go find her now." Chunhe happily ran to dig for wine.
After a while, Chun He brought the dirty wine jar and handed it to Chu Yingluo.
Before she could react, she saw Chu Yingluo grabbing the duck with one hand and holding the wine jar with the other, pouring a bottle of wine into the duck.
Chunhe opened his mouth in shock, thinking that the princess was really domineering.
But, is this how ducks are fed?
She had never heard of it...
But the next second, "Quack quack..."
She saw the duck suddenly quacking in fear. Chun He took a closer look and saw that Chu Yingluo was plucking the duck's feathers neatly. Before she could realize what was going on, the duck was already bald!
Chunhe stared at Chu Yingluo dumbfounded, what happened?
She watched blankly as the princess carried the duck and went to the kitchen: "Chunhe, come and help me boil the pot. The duck is finished, it's time to make it for the prince..."
this...
this...
Chunhe rubbed his eyes and suspected that he had seen it wrong. It was over. This duck was the prince's favorite pet, and the princess actually killed it?
What if the prince takes the blame?
Chunhe was too frightened to say anything, but he still followed him.
Over there, Chu Yingluo had already divided the duck meat into two parts, one to make soup and one to keep. It was already two hours after the work was completed.
Under Chun He's complicated eyes, Chu Yingluo walked out of the kitchen with a smile, holding the bowl in her hands, and went to Mo Beizhi's room. She put the bowl on the table: "Your Highness, get up and have something to eat."
Mo Beizhi closed his eyes and said coldly: "I won't eat."
But just as he finished speaking, the aroma coming from over there made his stomach growl unsatisfactorily.
The sound of cooing was particularly clear and loud in the quiet room.
Mo Beizhi's cheeks suddenly turned red, as if they were dripping with blood, and there was a hint of embarrassment on his face.
In order to reduce excretion, he often endured hunger without eating or drinking. When he was really hungry, he took a sip of rice soup.
But the soup she brought was so fragrant that he couldn't help it...
Chu Yingluo smiled. In order to make it easier to eat, she helped Mo Beizhi up, changed his position, and said in a good voice: "Your Majesty, please eat a little. This is what I have worked hard for two hours." Results.”
Hearing this, Mo Bei twitched his eyelashes: "You cook yourself?"
"Yeah, look at my hand, it's still red..." Chu Yingluo stretched out a finger to show him.
Mo Beizhi moved his gaze over and saw a red mark on her green-white fingers, and suddenly he couldn't bear to refuse anymore.
His eyes slowly moved upward, and when he saw a little firewood ash on her fair face, Mo Beizhi's heart was suddenly touched.
This was the first time he took a serious look at Chu Yingluo.
She is pretty and charming, with skin as white as snow, beautiful eyebrows and a beautiful nose, a slight dimple on her cheeks, and dark eyes, like a jumping deer, smart and cute.
Feeling that he had seen too much, Mo Beizhi hurriedly looked away.
He remained silent and took a sip of soup in conjunction with her.
The fragrance is refreshing, the taste is delicious, and your whole body feels warm.
It had been a long time since he had such delicious soup.
Unknowingly, I took two more sips...
Since he was bedridden, the people around him had never given him a good look except ridicule and ridicule, especially after he ran out of money, the servants also treated him perfunctorily.
Only Chun He was left, but every time he looked at him, his eyes were full of sympathy...
After living for so long, Chu Yingluo was the only one who treated him as a human being.
Seeing that he liked drinking, Chu Yingluo directly handed the bowl to his mouth, curved her eyes and smiled: "Drink more if you like. The old duck soup is nourishing to the body."
In an instant, Mo Beizhi's expression suddenly froze: "Duck soup? Where did the duck come from?"
Chu Yingluo pointed out with a smile: "I picked it up in the yard. I also poured wine into the duck first, which not only made it easier to walk, but also removed the fishy smell and enhanced the flavor of the meat."
Hearing this, Mo Beizhi was stunned for a moment, his eyes widened, and he exhaled a short and spasmodic breath, his voice trembling and unsteady: "...What did you say?"
