At that time, she didn't know what the decoction that Rong Guifei poured her to drink, and after that, the decoction became routine, and it didn't fall for a day, and her originally healthy little body also had some symptoms, and sometimes it was difficult to even breathe.

When I went to bed at night, I was in a daze and half asleep, and I was surprised that I didn't even gasp anymore, as if I was holding my breath.

At that time, she was like a nightmare, she couldn't wake up, and there were countless times when she even thought that she would die like this?

It was Xiuhe who kept vigil for her, didn't sleep at night, had to probe her snort every once in a while, touched her little mouth, and found that she was not breathing, so he quickly picked her up and patted her back gently.

And she only has one thought, she wants to grow up as soon as possible!

During the baby's years, she rarely saw Rong Guifei, until she was a little more than a year old, she could climb, sit, try to babble, try to stand up and walk two steps against the wall.

But the body of the little milk bag is weak, like a small tumbler, often just getting up and falling to the ground with a pop.

Xiuhe was afraid that the fall would hurt her, so he spread a thick animal skin in the house.

Until there was a palace banquet in the palace, Xiuhe was sent out by Concubine Rong to inquire about the news, and Xiuhe did not come back at night, she was worried about Xiuhe, and she fell several buttocks and squatted, making herself disgraced and crawling out like a small four-legged beast.

She looked out of the courtyard and saw the boy who was older than her, like the stars and the moon, with cold eyes shining brightly.

The young man didn't squint, but when he saw her, he paused, and then took out a handkerchief to help her wipe the mud marks on her face.

"Where's the little dirty cat?"

"Babble!"

She hammered him with her little fist, but the young man laughed at the gentleness of the years.

In her life after the crossover, the boy was the second best person to her.

The best is Xiuhe, but Xiuhe's eyes are always full of injuries, bitterness, and sadness, and the way Xiuhe looks at her always makes her think, is she dying?

Xiuhe is merciful.

The young man is different, as bright as the moon, and his eyes are like spring water, he is pure gentle, and so clean, there are no distracting thoughts in his eyes, gentleness is gentleness, nothing else, and it is not so complicated.

She had just started to learn to speak at that time, she couldn't speak clearly, and wanted to ask Xiuhe about the identity of the young man, but she couldn't open her mouth.

After that night, Concubine Rong gave Xiuhe a lecture and asked Xiuhe to take care of her, because she almost collided with Gongzi Xin.

Only then did she realize that the boy was called 'Heatch'.

A few days later, a black cat came by her side.

Whenever it was night, the black cat quietly climbed up to her window, looking lazy and satisfied, as if she was puffing on some fun, very humane.

The black cat always watched her quietly for a while, and then left again as she had come.

She felt that the black cat was magical, like a person, and the softness of the black cat's eyes reminded her of the 'Butty' boy she had seen a few days ago.

The diet level of the cold palace is not up to standard, and it is usually good to have food.

The black cat is a late-night visitor, it does not move, whether it is windy or rainy, it comes night and night.

Until she gradually learned to speak.

"Blackie, do you have a name, and who are you raised?"

She stood at the base of the wall, looking up at the black cat lying on the windowsill.

A smile seemed to flash in the black cat's eyes.

When the black cat came the next day, she was holding the sugar cane that Xiuhe got out of nowhere to gnaw, and she muttered that although it was not as good as sugar, it was so sweet.

Life is hard enough, you have to eat some sugar appropriately, sweet mouth, and sweet sweetheart.