"Brother Junru, what are you doing?" An eight- or nine-year-old girl tilted her head and looked at the twelve or thirteen-year-old boy next to her, "Auntie said, don't let you be naughty!" ”

"You know what! A little girl! The young man turned his head unconvinced, his dark face was covered with beads of sweat, this was a typical peasant child, "The family has not eaten meat for a long time, if you can dig out this bird's nest, maybe you can catch a few birds for your father to make up for his body, and at least a few eggs!" ”

A trace of unbearability appeared on the girl's face, and she snorted: "However, the birds are also very pitiful, they are still so young, and if you do this, the father and mother of the little birds will also be sad." ”

"Then who will pity us!" The young man waved his fist angrily, "Dad has been sick for almost ten days, our family has no money, not only can't afford to hire a doctor, but he hasn't even let him eat a good meal, what do you want me to do?" ”

"So, don't you catch them all and leave one behind, okay?" The little girl's face was full of tears.

"I'm scared of you, okay, listen to you." Between the words, a young man named Junru spat a few mouthfuls into the palm of his hand, and he went up the tree.

There was no fat bird in the bird's nest in the tree that he imagined, only an old crow that looked dying, Lian Junru was stunned, gritted his teeth, still grabbed it in his hand, and climbed down the tree in three or two. "It's bad luck to have only such an old fellow!" His face was full of frustration and disgust, and he knew why he bothered so much.

"Brother Junru, what do you see in the sky, is it the father or mother of this crow you caught?" The little girl did not dislike the black bird, but felt a wave of sympathy. A crow in the sky kept hovering over the heads of the two of them, letting out a wail.

"What are you kidding, such an old crow, its parents are already dead!" Junru was dismissive of this statement, but the terrible cry of the crow above his head still made him shudder, "Maybe it's its child." He muttered quietly.

"Let's put it up!" The little girl's face was full of unbearability, "Brother Junru, wouldn't it be good for you to catch another one Ming'er?" ”

After being silent for a long time, Junru could only go up the tree again and put the old crow in his hand into the nest.

After silently staring at the two crows on the tree for a while, Jun Ru walked back without saying a word.

"Brother Junru, what's wrong with you?" The little girl asked, puzzled.

"Without him, what else can Daddy eat today?" The boy ignored the little girl and muttered to himself.

In a richly decorated room, a young man was lazily lying on a wicker chair, twelve or thirteen years old, but there were already a few scattered gray hairs on his head, which looked very eye-catching. His complexion was the kind of fair-skinned skin that rarely saw sunlight, and although it was not heroic, at least it could not be classified as that kind of gentleman.

"Your Highness, it's time to drink the medicine." A beautiful red-clothed maid cautiously stepped into the room with a bowl of black medicinal juice, and the room was immediately filled with a burst of medicinal fragrance.

"It seems like for as long as I can remember, this medicine has never stopped." The corners of the young man's mouth pulled out a helpless wry smile, "The imperial doctor changed again and again, but it didn't work, but the taste of the medicine became more and more bitter." ”

"Your Highness, don't worry, others say that illness comes like a mountain, illness goes like a thread, and a noble person like you will definitely get better soon." The maid in red pursed her lips and smiled, with an indescribable charm.

The young man was stunned, then picked up the bowl of potion and drank it without frowning. The red-clothed maid next to him hurriedly fed a piece of candy into his mouth, and nagged: "Your Highness is really not simple, the slave maid is just a person who boils medicine, and they all think that the taste is unspeakably bitter, and you actually drank it in one gulp." ”

"If you get used to it, you won't feel bitter." The young man's face was calm, "Hongru, is there any news from my father?"

Hongru looked at her master in horror for a while, and she understood that a bad answer could cause this highness's heart to be sick. Carefully considering the sentence, she replied: "These days are busy with government affairs, the emperor may not have the time to come to you, I heard that he has been in the palace of diligent government, and even the ladies rarely go there." The second half of the sentence even made her feel a little empty-hearted, but the young man knew that it was a lie, but he was not in the mood to refute it, and waved her hand to retreat.

How long has it been since my father came here, the young prince Feng Wuxian fell into deep thought, it has been more than three months, and the last time he came, he didn't pass by occasionally, and he left after sitting on a cup of tea. It's no wonder, who wants to stay here with a sick prince for a long time, even the mother concubine? Since her younger brother grew up, she was calculated by a certain scholar to have a very expensive life, and she rarely came here to sit in Fenghua Palace, even if she came, the color was faint, as if she was not her son. Born in the emperor's family, if this is a golden branch and jade leaf, then he would rather not, he only hopes to have parents and relatives who love him. It's a pity that he can't do it, no one can help him do it, no ......

Lian Junru stepped into the house hard, every time he returned to this home, and when he saw his mother's forced smiling face, he felt that his heart seemed to be as heavy as iron stone. "I'm back." He whispered, but no one in the house answered, this has never happened, since Dad broke his leg, his mother has never left him, lest Dad can't think about anything. If a hunter loses the ability to walk, then he loses the ability to live, and the young Junru has no ability to support the family on behalf of his father, and this family, which is not well-off, has fallen into an embarrassment.

"Dad, mother, where are you?" The frightened Junru shouted loudly, and one terrifying thought after another rushed into his mind, making him can't help but be afraid.

He rushed into the back room and found a small note, which was more childish than a child's handwriting, but it was already rare in such a small village, thanks to the fact that Junru often went to the private school of the wealthy family in the village to eavesdrop, and then taught his father how to write in his spare time. "Son, my mother took your father to Zhaozhuang outside the village, and I heard that there are people there who can only retreat (treat legs)." A few words made his eyes sour, Zhao Zhuang, it will take more than ten miles to walk, and the poor practitioner can't afford to hire a donkey, so if you walk over like this, I'm afraid that the person who can cure your leg will also leave.

Leaning against the wall alone, although he had nothing to eat, he gradually fell asleep. For as long as he can remember, he has always dreamed that he was no longer a child of a poor family, and he dreamed that he was dressed in gorgeous clothes, surrounded by many beautiful girls, living in big houses, and even a few times, he saw a woman as beautiful as a fairy, and an old man who was more imposing than the official in the county town...... Every day he dreams of such a scene, and sometimes he even has such a hallucination, his suffering is fake, and he should have lived in that gorgeous house, however, every time he wakes up, what he sees in front of him is still the empty room, and his father and mother are covered with weather.

Leaning on the railing in front of the door, the wind looked at the clouds in the sky without a trace, and suddenly entered the familiar dream, where there was no silk and satin, no Huawu food, only the four walls of the house and the simple house, the elderly parents, and myself, although life was extremely difficult, but there was always a chance to laugh happily. How he wished he never woke up, always enjoyed this rare happy time, nothing broke his heart more than the care of his parents, he didn't want to face the cold palace every time he woke up, the eunuchs and palace maids who were hypocritical, and the parents who always didn't remember him. Perhaps, it is better not to appear in this world, and he shed two lines of tears in the dream.

Everything seemed to be calm, and I didn't know what kind of storm it would contain. In the blink of an eye, lightning and thunder thundered in the air, and the two people in the dream felt a thick thunderbolt slashing straight down at them, and at the moment of life and death, they only had endless regrets. The sudden thunder and lightning caused a storm in two places far away, and the people in the small village closed their windows in horror, and the people in Fenghua Palace were busy looking for Feng Wuxian who was not staying in the dormitory. And Lian Junru's consciousness without a trace of the wind was already blurred, and they only felt that the whole person was taken to an incomparably dark abyss, and gradually sank......

Everything will change because of this moment, this year, that is, the nineteenth year of Wanlie, Feng Wuxian is thirteen years old, and Lian Jun is thirteen years old.