It was already late at night, and when he walked here, Cheng Huan couldn't hear the bustling scene of singing and dancing in the palace over there.

Although it is the residence of the Ninth Five-Year Emperor and the Son of Heaven, it still has such a dilapidated courtyard.

The future of the crown prince's son is evident when he is treated like this.

The emperor is also a human being, and he also has deep feelings for licking calves. The son who grew up watching himself personally and this kind of son who is still fending for himself in a dilapidated courtyard will definitely not have the same future prospects.

Cheng Huan still remembered the battle of the Nine Kings he saw before, and a wise and martial monarch like Emperor Kangxi was not facing the situation of being calculated by his son step by step in the end.

Although the crown prince has been decided, the struggle between the next generation is only a foreshadowing here.

Quietly approaching the only spark in the dilapidated courtyard, Cheng Huan's pair of ink-splashed pupils were also full of tenderness.

"Maoyuan City is picturesque, and the gate tiles are flowing. Also according to the water light hall, more Yuehua Building.

Invade Luan open the mirror, welcome the winter pheasant and offer the fur. The ministers are all half drunk, and the Son of Heaven is worrying. ”

Cheng Huan was walking to the door when he heard the voice of a young boy reciting poetry from the room.

When he read the sentence "The Son of Heaven is free of sorrow", the little child seemed to have endless sorrow in his heart, and sighed lightly.

couldn't suppress the impulse in his heart anymore, Cheng Huan didn't even have time to wipe off the crystal wetness in the corner of his eyes, and pushed open the wooden door.

"Tianjun, my mother is back to see you!" Standing at the door, Cheng Huan called softly.

This is the flesh and blood of her pregnancy and birth in October, and the flesh and blood that continues her blood at this time.

The little child who was sitting at the desk glanced at Cheng Huan hesitantly, although he was dressed plainly, he faintly exuded an elegant atmosphere.

Cheng Huan didn't even think much about it, he walked into the house, took the little child into his arms and hugged him tightly, as if he was afraid that he would lose it in the next second.

She still remembers that when she left, Tianjun was still a little baby who needed to be held in her hand.

Unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, Tianjun has grown so big that he can read and write.

"Sister, who are you looking for?" Looking at Cheng Huan, who was covered with tears in the corners of his eyes, the young child leaning on Cheng Huan's arms asked astringently after half a sound.

Rubbing the boy's hair, Cheng Huan, a pair of jade hands suddenly froze in place.

Could it be that in the past ten years, Tianjun has forgotten about her mother's cunning!?

"Tianjun, I am your mother, not my sister." Pulling the child to sit on the only bed in the room that could be sitting, Cheng Huan looked at the child in front of him and said seriously.

"I'm not called Tianjun, my name is Gu Nan, and my mother called me to be Nan'er." The boy replied earnestly.

At the mention of the word "mother", the boy's voice couldn't help but drop.

His mother hadn't come to see him for several years.

And every time I see him, it is always accompanied by vicious cursing, and even fists and kicks at every turn.

He has been studying hard, just to get a word of praise from his mother, a smile of encouragement.

This is also the reason why he didn't kick Cheng Huan out when he saw her.

I don't know how the child named Tianjun can be so well lifted up, and he is remembered by such a peerless mother every day.

After hearing Gu Nan's defense, Cheng Huan was also stunned for a moment.

Indeed, she was so excited that she overlooked many details.

It stands to reason that Tianjun should be about ten years old now, and he should be much taller than the boy in front of him.

"Nan'er, how old are you?" Still not at ease, Cheng Huan asked again.

"Seven years old." Gu Nan replied firmly.

Cheng Huan turned pale in an instant, seven-year-old Gu Nan was not her Tianjun.

So, where did her Tianjun go?

"Sister, what's wrong with you?" Seeing Cheng Huan's rapidly pale face, Gu Nan couldn't help but ask worriedly.

It was so pale and godless, as if something had died in her heart in an instant.

"Sister......?" Seeing that Cheng Huan was silent, Gu Nan shook Cheng Huan's hand again and whispered to her worriedly.

"I'm fine, but there are still ten-year-old children in the palace?" After half a ring, Cheng Huan pulled out a far-fetched smile and asked distractedly.

"I'm the eldest emperor's grandson, I'm the eldest child." Holding Cheng Huan's fingertips, which were as cold as ice, Gu Nan said proudly.

He had heard that the eldest child's son would be appointed as the official heir to inherit the power of the country.

Gu Nan hopes that after he inherits the power, his mother can worry about himself like the man in front of her.

"The Elder Emperor's grandson...... It seems that my Tianjun did not survive. Muttered to himself, Cheng Huan, who had never shed blood without tears, had a little tear in the corner of his eye.

When he fell off the cliff ten years ago, Cheng Huan was still lucky and threw Tianjun onto the raised branches of the cliff.

It seems that she should have hugged Tianjun and fell in the first place.

will not end up in today's situation where heaven and man are separated forever.

"Sister, let me accompany you instead of Brother Tianjun, I'm also very capable." Looking at Cheng Huan, who was lost and depressed, Gu Nan threw herself into Cheng Huan's arms intimately, and Wen Yan comforted her.

The woman in front of Gu Nan who is called her sister is what Gu Nan thinks of her mother.

Warm and soft, knowing that something happened to him, he immediately showed a distracted expression.

The only thing that is stumbling in my heart is my own little person.

Instead of being like his mother, she spoke ill of him, punched and kicked him, and even threw him into such a desolate and secluded corner so that she didn't see him.

Whether he is dead or alive, no one seems to care anymore except for the grandmother in the courtyard.

"Hao Nan'er, I don't know if my Tianjun is as caring as you if he survives." Cheng Huan came back to his senses slightly, stroked the hair of the young child in his arms, and said helplessly.

"Definitely, Brother Tianjun has such a beautiful mother as you, and he will definitely be reluctant to be angry with you." Gu Nan threw himself into Cheng Huan's arms, greedily feeling the kind of gentle caress that he had never experienced before, like a mother.

"It's really flattering, it's not too early, let's rest quickly." Tapping the tip of Gu Nan's little nose, Cheng Huan chuckled.

However, although she was laughing, her pair of ink-splashed pupils had lost the dazzling black brilliance she had before.

"Sister, you won't leave while I'm asleep, just like my mother." Holding Cheng Huan's hand tightly, Gu Nan's eyes were full of fear.

He still remembered that his young self had woken up from a sleep and had come to this desolate and dilapidated courtyard.

In addition to the grandmother who is by his side, he only talks to himself every day to pass the time.

"I'm not leaving, I'm here with you." Cheng Huan smiled and said softly.

It seems that the boy in front of him has been hit hard in his young heart.

I don't know what a cruel mother she could bear to abandon such a cute and intelligent child.

Although he had Cheng Huan's promise, Gu Nan was still not at ease, and Zhengxiang did not let go of the small hands holding Cheng Huan tightly.

On the contrary, it was such a move that touched the softest corner of Cheng Huan's heart.

Tianjun, who is still a baby, will hold Cheng Huan's jade finger tightly every time he sleeps, and as long as Cheng Huan moves his finger slightly, he will cry non-stop.

In the end, Ouyang Gurong had to cast a spell to carry Tianjun back to the nurse to sleep.

Thinking of this, Cheng Huan's ink-splashing pupils couldn't help but darken again.

Is it because young children already know that they will eventually part, so they are reluctant to give up?

And Ouyang Gurong, who spoiled her like that at the beginning, was afraid that she was already beautiful at the moment, and she didn't know how old she was when she spent the Spring Festival in secret.

After Gu Nan fell asleep, Cheng Huan gently pulled out his jade hand that was held tightly and began to cast a spell in the room.

The courtyard is so dilapidated, and the interior of the house is even more shabby than habitable.

This is only a seven-year-old child, and he has not complained in the slightest about such a difficult living environment.

Taking out the tables, chairs, beds, stools, and various furniture from the space treasure ring, Cheng Huan swayed freely like a fairy, and all kinds of furniture flew away according to her thoughts.

Even if he can't stay with this young child forever, Cheng Huan doesn't want to see such a young child again, living that shabby and simple life.

After all, no matter what he says, he can be regarded as Ouyang Gurong's bloodline, the eldest grandson of the emperor in this imperial city.

If Tianjun is still there, he will definitely feel more sorry for this younger brother who has no mother's love.