(Earlier, inside the Imperial Palace of the Dragon Emperor City, on the south side of the Imperial Garden.) Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info)

A dark-skinned, low-tall boy was wielding a seven-inch sword in an open space in the garden, wielding it with all his might.

In the pavilion on the south side of the garden, a fiery red robe stands out, and two court maids hold the end of the robe to prevent it from touching the ground. Sitting on the stone bench is a young, beautiful, and elegant princess.

The young man who practiced the sword walked steadily and had the moves in place, but he would pay attention to the demeanor of the imperial concubine in the pavilion from time to time; The imperial concubine looked at the scenery of the imperial garden leisurely, holding the best glazed porcelain tea set in her hand, and sipping the best rose tea in her mouth.

The boy is the seventh prince who made the "young dragon cannibalism" incident ten years ago, and the imperial concubine is the girl back then, Concubine Feng.

The little palace maids near the Imperial Garden would deliberately slow down their pace when they saw the prince practicing swords, and some of them were bold and began to whisper.

"Concubine Feng is really like a day for ten years, she is still so young and beautiful, she is really beautiful." (Note 1) A little palace maid glanced at Concubine Feng with red cheeks and whispered enviously.

"yes. You see that Niangniang's skin is so fair, but His Royal Highness is as black as a briquette, and he hasn't been as good as Niangniang at all. Another palace maid subconsciously replied.

"Shhh, Longzi and Niangniang's ears are amazing, they will be heard when they say this."

The Seventh Prince's eyebrows furrowed slightly, naturally he was hearing the whispers of the palace maid in the distance. In an instant, the angle at which he drew his sword was half a minute, and his pace was a little out of order.

Concubine Feng, who was originally enjoying the scenery, noticed the mood swings of the Seventh Prince, with a trace of regret in her eyes, and said: "If those gossips can disturb your heart, then what are you going to fight with your eight brothers?" ”

Concubine Feng spoke very directly, unlike other mothers, who used tactful words to encourage their children.

The Seventh Prince looked ashamed when he heard this, took a deep breath, and wanted to continue practicing his sword without distractions.

"Bang!" The small transparent glass of glazed porcelain was crushed by Concubine Feng without warning. The material of this cup is extremely hard, and ordinary men may not be able to break it even if they pick up a hammer and smash it.

"! Mother, are you alright? The personal maid who served Concubine Feng hurriedly stepped forward and handed out a handkerchief to help Concubine Feng stop the bleeding.

Concubine Feng suddenly noticed at that moment that the blood connection between herself and Chen Fan'er had been interrupted. What does this mean?!

"My daughter...... Fan'er ......" A few simple but wistful words echoed in Concubine Feng's mind, her eyes became a little moist, and a scorched face appeared, completely ignoring her injured right hand.

"Mother, are you alright?" The Seven Princes hurriedly stopped practicing their swords and trotted all the way into the pavilion.

Concubine Feng relieved herself, saw the maid beside her frightened, and saw the concern on the face of the Seventh Prince, and the melancholy in her eyes quietly disappeared.

She got up, put the slag in her hand on the stone table, and wiped her left hand in the palm of her right hand to make the blood disappear.

"Bengong suddenly felt unwell, Wu'er, you continue to practice swords, Bengong will go back to the dormitory to rest first." After Concubine Feng finished saying these words expressionlessly, she didn't look at the short-headed, dark-skinned little prince again, turned around and left.

……

The stream in the mountains flowed very slowly, changing day and night, and finally sent Chen Fan'er out of that sad place.

"Drive! …… Drive! "There was the sound of horses' hooves, the roar, and the rolling of the wheels in the woods.

"Look! There are people in the river! ”

"Phew—" The sound of horses' hooves stopped, the curtain of the carriage was lifted, and an elegant middle-aged man sat inside.

The middle-aged man glanced at the direction of the stream and ordered, "Qingsong, hurry up and get that kid up, see if he's still alive!"

The man called Qing Song was an uncle with a beard on his face, a large knife hanging from his waist, and a red word "official" embroidered in the middle of his clothes.

"Yes, my lord!" Qing Song immediately dismounted, and turned three steps into one step and ran quickly to the stream.

The stream seemed to be flowing more slowly at this moment, as if waiting for Chen Fan'er to be rescued.

Qing Song easily rescued Chen Fan'er from the current, but when he saw the large ugly brown-black birthmark on her right face, he couldn't help but feel a trace of timidity in his heart.

"How's it going, are you still alive?" The middle-aged man saw that Chen Fan'er was rescued, and hurriedly asked.

Qing Song put his hand on the position of Chen Fan'er's snort and felt it for a moment: although the breath was even, it was gradually becoming weaker.

"My lord, it's a ...... Girl, it's just ......" Qing Song said as he hugged Chen Fan'er to the man in the car, he couldn't tell the origin of the cowardice in his heart, but instinctively felt a little disgusted with this little girl.

"Don't say anything, it's important to save people." The middle-aged man didn't carefully observe Chen Fan'er's appearance, so he took her with both hands and carried her into the carriage, and then ordered the team to set off quickly and return to the city immediately.

……

"Why did the master bring back an ugly bastard?"

"She's just a child, will you die if you have some virtue on your lips?"

"I'm not targeting this kid, I'm just curious."

Chen Fan'er dimly felt that there were some strange voices around her. When she slowly opened her eyes, she found herself lying in a spacious bedroom.

"Ah, the little girl is awake, hurry up and call the doctor, no, hurry up and find the master! No, no, no, both of them are called! The girl who was waiting by the bed looked at Chen Fan'er in surprise and opened her eyes and said incoherently.

After a short time, the old doctor entered the house with the medical box. He sat down on the edge of the bed very professionally and began to check the pulse.

"Doctor, how is this kid?" The middle-aged man also came to the bedroom soon after receiving the notice, and looked at the doctor with his right hand on the pulse, and his left hand touching Bai Huahua's long beard, his expression did not change, except that he occasionally nodded and shook his head.

"Her body is weak, and the reason for her coma is still as mentioned before, because she has not eaten for a long time. I prescribed a dose of conditioning medicine, and after taking it for half a week, I should be fine. After the diagnosis, the old doctor opened the medicine box, took out a pen and paper and began to write the prescription.

The servants parted on both sides, and the middle-aged man approached the bedside and asked kindly, "Little girl, what's your name, and why did you fall into the river?" ”

When Chen Fan'er saw the kind look of the middle-aged man, the scene of Granny Qin waking her up every day suddenly appeared in her mind, and she choked up and wanted to answer, but it turned into a bitter cry.

"Woooooooooo......oo Woo woo woo ......" The sobs were not loud, but they made the atmosphere of the room suddenly a little strange.

The middle-aged man thought that he had said nothing wrong, but it could be seen that Chen Fan'er was crying without stopping, and he was inevitably a little embarrassed. The man used his rough but powerful big hand to hold Chen Fan'er's cold little hand, and said softly again: "Little girl, no matter what happens, you have survived after all, and no matter how bad it is, you will survive it." Live strongly, and everything will get better. ”

(Note 1: The original meaning of ten years is to describe a person's perseverance, and here it is said from the mouth of the palace maid because the little palace maid has a limited level of education.) (Ah, sister palace maid, don't beat me, you have the highest level of education!) ））