Chapter 15: The Prince Pooped Again

From yesterday onwards, Prince Ping’s condition had not been very good.

Originally, he was eating and drinking well, and was happy, but Prince Ping didn’t know why, he had been having diarrhea.

He was lying in bed unable to take care of himself, so this matter made him feel particularly undignified.

Mosheng was crying, not because there was a problem with Prince Ping’s body, but because Prince Ping couldn’t stand this kind of stimulation, and felt that there was no dignity to speak of, so he said depressing words.

Mosheng was really afraid that Prince Ping would not be able to think straight.

When people are alive, there is still hope, although hope has run away from home at this moment, and is very slim.

But when you die, there is really nothing left.

Mosheng had been washing bedding all night.

Now that there were a few more women in the yard, he was also afraid that Prince Ping would not be able to save face, so he just put them in the room to dry.

At this moment, Jian Lai called him, and Mosheng’s first reaction was – the Prince had diarrhea again.

As it turned out, he was a bit clever.

The two of them together served the Prince, who had no desire to live, wiping his body and changing the bedding.

Now, there was really nothing to change.

Mosheng and Jian Lai’s bedding were all given to Prince Ping to use.

Mosheng had no choice but to put thick old clothes on the bed again.

He remembered that some families added new children, and tore up old clothes to make diapers…

In the current situation, let alone the Prince himself, even Mosheng felt too useless.

Prince Ping didn’t say a word, his face was deathly silent.

Mosheng’s eyes were red, and he held the wooden basin containing the dirty bedding, and glanced at Jian Lai.

Jian Lai waved his hand, signaling him to go out to clean it, and he would take care of the Prince.

Only then did Mosheng go out with peace of mind.

It just so happened that Jiang Li returned from “inspecting” next door, and ran into him head-on.

Mosheng looked embarrassed, covered up, and ran out with the basin.

But the smell couldn’t be hidden…

Jiang Li and the others exchanged glances, and knew what had happened.

Jiang Li thought to herself, if she had reached this point, and had to live so undignifiedly, she might have ended it herself.

But Prince Ping didn’t, and he could still think about his old subordinates, which was… quite admirable.

It’s easy to die, but living hard, living for others, is heroism in ordinary life.

Oh no, people were not ordinary in the first place.

Jiang Li came back to get vegetable seeds and a small hoe, as well as a wooden basin, to water them.

“””At the corner of the wall, seeing the sacks, she once again lamented that she was born to work hard.

She couldn’t take advantage of anything, she had to shed her own sweat and eat her own food.

Coming out of the room, they saw Jian Lai pulling the rope and drying the bedding outside.

Jian Lai thought differently from Mosheng.

First, drying them in the room took up space and affected lighting and ventilation; second, wasn’t that constantly reminding the Prince that these were all his “achievements”?

Mosheng only thought that with those few more women, he was turning his elbows outward.

Seeing this, especially seeing that the bedding had been taken apart and washed, Jiang Li had a vague guess in her heart.

The Prince had diarrhea.

This matter, it seemed, should be related to her?

Prince Ping hadn’t eaten well for too long, and there wasn’t much oil in his stomach, so he couldn’t digest it well after eating well… After all, he was a long-term bedridden patient, so it was easier to have problems.

Jiang Li felt a little guilty, but she didn’t say it.

But when she was planting vegetables, she could also hear Mosheng’s voice coming in and out from next door, probably busy taking care of Prince Ping again.

Jiang Li: It’s not my fault, it’s really not my fault.

But she, such a conscientious person, still couldn’t help it.

She walked to the pomegranate tree, raised her head and reached out to pick a few pomegranates.

“Miss, Mosheng said the pomegranates are sour.”

“Whether the pomegranates are sour or not, I don’t eat them,” Jiang Li said as she broke open the pomegranates.

She was too strong, and she crushed a lot of the pomegranate seeds, getting her hands covered in sticky juice.

Zhi Zi quickly stepped forward and took out a handkerchief to wipe her hands.

“No, don’t get the handkerchief dirty, I can just wash my hands,” Jiang Li said, “Two candles are sky-high, who knows if the soap pods are also crazy expensive, save what you can.”

Zhi Zi didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

If you said the Miss was stingy, she was generous to the people around her; if you said she was generous, she was reluctant to part with this little soap pod.

Jiang Li said, save what should be saved, spend what should be spent, riding a bicycle to the bar, that’s who she was.

Jiang Li didn’t let Zhi Zi touch it either, and quickly peeled off the pomegranate skin, and then handed it to Zhi Zi, “You go back, use this to boil water, and let Mosheng feed it to the Prince.”

Zhi Zi quickly reacted, “To stop diarrhea?”

“Yes, go.”

“Okay, this servant will go now.”

After she left, Jiang Li waved the small hoe to dig a pit, while muttering: “I just thought wrong, maybe no one will appreciate the kindness.”

Mosheng was okay, but Jian Lai was suspicious, always thinking that some commoners wanted to harm his prince.

She should have let Jian Lai come over to pick pomegranates, peel them, and boil water himself…

Douchou said with a cold face: “Sister, don’t sympathize with men, you will become unhappy.”

Jiang Li reached out and patted her shoulder, her eyes pitying.

“Sister’s hands are all muddy…”

Jiang Li: “Are they?”

Mosheng was skeptical about the fact that boiling pomegranate peel in water could cure the disease.

He watched Zhi Zi go out to plant vegetables, holding water in the corridor and discussing with Jian Lai: “Can this be given to the prince to drink?”

“Can it get any worse?” Jian Lai asked rhetorically.

Seeing the war god who was once as awe-inspiring as a heavenly god become what he is now, Jian Lai felt more sad than anyone else.

He was really not afraid of Prince Ping’s death, but only afraid that he would be tortured to the point of being neither human nor ghost, just like now.

“Okay, then I’ll go!” Mosheng mustered up his courage, lifted the curtain and went in.

The room was very dark, because Prince Ping didn’t like light, and the window paper was covered with thick light-blocking paper, blocking most of the sunlight outside.

Prince Ping lay there quietly, as thin as firewood, his cheeks also sunken, and there were small scars on his chin, which Mosheng had accidentally injured when he shaved his beard.

He stared blankly at the top of the bed.

In the past, he was the majestic prince in front of people, and he was the war god who was invincible in the back…

All the scenery in the world was taken into his own.

How good it would have been if he had died at that time.

In the past, when he read history books and saw that Marquis Guan died young, he would feel sorry for him.

But now that he has become a useless person, lying in bed, and even unable to control his excretion, he knows that God is especially fond of Marquis Guan.

Opening up territory, expelling barbarians, with outstanding military exploits, and then his life came to an abrupt end at the youngest and most glorious time.

When later generations think of him, there is only admiration and regret.

He didn’t have that kind of blessing.

How amazing and glorious the opening was, how embarrassing and unbearable it is now.

“Your Highness.” Mosheng carefully held the bowl and knelt on the footstool.

“Hmm.” Prince Ping responded.

Even in the most difficult and most tormented times, Prince Ping had never vented his anger on the people around him.

That wouldn’t solve any problems, it would only make the enemy happy and the loved ones sad.

“You, drink some water.”

“No need, I’m not thirsty.”