The palace maid really didn't find Ling Shang, who had never had a sense of existence.

The latter followed her to Yanhu, and when she heard the low cry from the swaddling clothes, her heart tightened.

If my mother heard Ah Shen crying, she would be so distressed.

Before she could stop it, the palace maid resolutely threw the swaddling clothes into the lake.

She seemed to be terrified, clenched her hands, gritted her teeth and ran away.

Ling Shang recognized her.

It was a maid who had only run out of the concubine's Hongxiao Palace not long ago, and had recently gone to the queen's Fengning Palace.

Yan Lake in winter, the water is cold to the bone.

Ling Shang didn't know how to ask for help, and he didn't even know if anyone would come to help him.

He couldn't feel how cold the lake really was.

All he had in his eyes was the swaddling swaddling swaddle, and in his ears there was only the choking howl.

It's an incredible little distance.

Ling Shang was embarrassed to carry the swaddling baby ashore, looking at the baby with his eyes closed, his face purple, and his voice gone, he was so frightened that he couldn't say a word.

Ignoring the chill on his body, almost instinctively, he put the baby on his lap and gently patted him on the back, making him spit out the water he had inhaled.

Repeatedly press the baby's heart and press on his acupuncture points until he feels the heartbeat again.

There was a strange sourness in his chest, and he shouted in his heart, the little troublemaker, who is so majestic in his mother's belly, how can he choke on some water and become a little coward.

Please, it's good to make a noise, otherwise my brother won't like you.

Alas, just kidding, how can you not like Ah San, right?

It would be nice to open your eyes or squeeze your brother's hand.

Little naughty ghost, you must be acting, I want to see how anxious my brother and mother are about you.

What a little fool, wouldn't it be nice to try it in another way.

If you just let me push the bad palace maid who left you into the water, I will do the same.

But you don't say a word, let my brother do what.

……

Staggering back to his mother's dormitory, Ling Shang realized that his face was cold.

Ling Xiao fell ill not long ago, and he became more and more emaciated day by day.

Seeing the appearance of the two children, his eyes were red in front of Ling Shang for the first time.

was held in his mother's arms, and Ye Mushen cried out, which was quite earth-shattering.

Ling Shang almost fainted on the side, this play is a naughty ghost, and he actually doesn't give himself face.

My brother was frightened all the way.

Hmph, I don't like you anymore.

Ling Xiao hugged him into his arms and said softly, it was her fault that she didn't protect her child. No one will bully them again.

Since then, Ling Shang has hated the water very much.

He doesn't like any rivers, lakes and seas, waves and tides.

Not only did I not like it, but I was afraid of it.

What is more annoying than water is the night Mujing who often comes to provoke him.

Ling Shang grew up in the palace since he was a child, a court outcast who always watched everyone in the corner, but was never noticed by anyone.

He saw the struggles in the palace better than most people.

Not long ago, he was beaten in vain, and Ye Mujing was right.

It was true that he knelt down to intercede with the man on top of him, so that he could keep a hand.

After that, Ye Mujing became clingy to him, which really disgusted him.

For Ling Shang, that plea was just so that his mother could be less troubled by the queen.

It didn't take long for the palace maid who bought the concubine's side and almost drowned the little naughty ghost.