It was one day in the autumn of the 476th year of the month, and Nangong Meng and Nangong Die came to the Broken Intestine Cliff to accept Chaoyu's guidance.

At lunchtime, the sisters went to Ah Ding's cabin as usual to eat. In the past, Ah Ding always had a smile on his face when he saw the two, but on this day, Ah Ding was obviously depressed.

After eating in a hurry, Nangong Meng called Ah Ding to go to the bamboo forest where the two usually loved to stay. "Ah Ding, what's wrong with you? Where have you been for the past half month? Nangong Meng took Ah Ding's hand and asked with concern.

"Dream, my mother is gone." Ah Ding's voice was full of sadness.

"What? You, are you the prince? Nangong Meng was obviously frightened, she didn't expect that this boy who grew up in the Broken Intestine Cliff was actually a noble prince.

"I'm sorry, but my father doesn't want anyone to know who I am, so I haven't told you. Can you understand? Ah Ding looked at Nangong Meng, quietly.

"I ...... You ......" Nangong Meng couldn't react for a while, no wonder he always felt that Ah Ding was different from other children, it turned out that his extravagance was really innate. No wonder Chao Yu wants to teach him so many things, as a prince, even if he is in this broken bowel cliff, he must learn all kinds of knowledge.

"Dreams! I'm so sad! Ah Ding suddenly hugged Nangong Meng, and his chin lightly rested on her shoulder blade, "Actually, I am Yu Wending, the third prince born to Queen Bingruo, and I was brought up by a light smile concubine." ”

In Ah Ding's narration, Nangong Meng finally understood his life experience......

Four hundred and sixty-five years after leaving the country, Yuwending was one year old. At the repeated insistence of the imperial concubine Qianxiao, Yuwen Aoli Yunxiao held a small birthday banquet for the three princes who lost their mothers in his Yueming Palace.

In the past, Queen Bingruo was particularly close to Xiaoxiao. After Bingruo died in childbirth, Yuwen Aoli's dislike for this prince was known to the world. A little baby who lost his mother, in this harem, if there was no one to protect him, I am afraid that he would have died a long time ago. Fortunately, Xiaoxiao has been thinking about the sisterhood of the former queen and secretly taking care of the child, so that the little guy can survive smoothly.

"Your Majesty, look how cute the third prince is!" At that time, Xiaoxiao had just become pregnant, and her body exuded the brilliance of maternal love, and she loved the three princes even more. Especially when I saw him smiling at himself, I felt like I saw Queen Bingruo standing in front of him with a smile, whispering to herself "sister".

"Don't worry about him all the time. Concubine Ai is pregnant herself, so take care of the emperor in her belly. Yuwen Aoli only glanced at the kid lightly, and then looked away. Isn't the so-called birthday Bingruo's death date? Yuwen Aoli felt a faint pain in his heart.

"I see that my sister likes these three princes so much, why don't you ask the emperor to pass him to your name, so as not to make this child miserable without a mother." Mo Yu, the noble man on the side, came to say a sentence without yin or yang.

"That's what the concubine wants!" Looking at Yuwen Aoli with a light smile, he frowned, and hurriedly said, "The third prince is very well-behaved when he is young, and the nurse says that it is very easy to bring, and the concubine is a mother for the first time, and she has no experience. ”

"If you like it, then whatever you want. It's just that now you are also pregnant, so you should not be too tired. Yuwen Ao didn't say much, it seemed that as long as he was talking about the topic of the three princes, he was not interested.