Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Sick Seedling

"Sick seedling, why are you playing with us, my father said, you are not allowed to leave the house, go back to your mother and be a good doll"

"Hahaha, sick seedling, waste, you can't even pull the bow, you don't deserve to be your father's child."

"You don't deserve to be the eldest brother, the fourth emperor brother is the dragon and phoenix among people, and you don't even have the share of shoes."

Several children pushed each other against the weak Wei Chijing, he looked at these people who were called brothers in fear, he didn't do anything, he just wanted to play with them.

Yu Chijing was blocked to the edge of the pond, he didn't dare to take a step back, and pulled the corners of his clothes tightly.

"Waste, if you jump from here, we'll let you go."

"Jump."

"Jump down."

But the half-grown child, in the face of the persecution of so many people, he hugged his head in fear, squatted in place, and his eyes were full of tears: "I'm not a sick seedling, I'm not a waste, I'm not." ”

"Hey, what are you doing? Bullying is not. ”

The young Mo Changhuan had the idea of helping the weak when she was a child, and when she saw several princes surrounding people in the center and forcing each other, she couldn't sit idly by.

Although she is the youngest among several brothers and sisters, she is also the most daring, not to mention the prince, if the mother of the harem dares to bully people, she dares to stir up people's chickens and dogs, her mother has not said this once or twice, but Mo Changhuan listens to the left ear and the right ear rises, and does not have a long memory.

Originally, Mo Changhuan didn't want to be troubled by her mother, but the matter was right in front of her, how could she not care, she ignored her weakness, and resolutely stood in front of Yu Chi Jing, stretched out her arms to protect Yu Chi Jing behind her: "You still dare to bully people, is it too easy to stand with my fist?" ”

Several princes saw that Mo Changhuan was a little hesitant in his heart, Mo Changhuan's reputation was not good in the palace, and it was almost commonplace to beat people and make trouble, but some people didn't want to be a turtle with a shrunken head, the third prince Wei Chiying straightened his waist and snorted coldly: "We all let you before, with fine skin and tender meat, I am afraid that you will be disabled, this time it's none of your business, don't be boring, if you apologize to us, we will let you go." ”

Mo Changhuan glanced at Wei Chijing, who was trembling behind him, and raised his hand to wipe the tip of his nose: "It's my business for you to find trouble with him, and I'll take care of it today." ”

"Don't be afraid of her, there are a lot of us, are you afraid of a little girl?" Wei Chiying kept agitating, he was a prince anyway, and he was still convincing in the crowd.

Sure enough, several of them joined Yu Chiying's team to ridicule Mo Changhuan, and Yu Chiying looked at Mo Changhuan with disdain: "You protect this kid so much, don't you like him?" It's a capital offense, you're done. ”

Mo Changhuan's temper burned at a moment, she picked up her fist angrily and smashed it towards Yu Chiying's face: "Shut your stinky mouth, you're talking nonsense, I'll smash your mouth." ”

Several princes saw Mo Changhuan make a move, and naturally refused to show weakness, and in an instant, a group of children were in a mess, and all their fists smashed towards Mo Changhuan's face, arms, and body, but Mo Changhuan always protected Yu Chijing in his arms and never let go.

In the end, the palace people found a few princes who were fighting, and hurriedly pulled away, Wei Chijing is the eldest prince, and the son of the queen will naturally not be punished, and the others are also in the womb of several concubines, and they have not been severely punished, but Mo Changhuan is different, Concubine Rong's status has just declined, and Mo Changhuan is not happy.

It rained heavily that night, and Mo Changhuan was punished by the queen to kneel on the cobblestone path of the imperial garden all night.

It was also this night that Mo Changhuan's body fell ill, and the high fever did not go away for several days, and Concubine Rong was exhausted, and she kept watch night after night.