Jingwen ten years, big night.

There was a torrential rain, and the ground crackled and frightened.

The queen shouted for a day and a night, and finally descended the eighth prince.

The eldest prince has been weak and sick since he was a child, if the eighth prince is in good health, most of the crown princes will fall to the eighth prince, no matter who is the prince, the queen's task has been completed.

"Congratulations to Niangniang, you are a prince!"

A mother stepped forward with a baby still crying, and the baby clenched his fists and moved wildly, violently pushing the swaddling clothes away from his body, revealing the round vermilion birthmark on his heart.

"Yikes! The prince has a birthmark in his heart, and it will be extraordinary in the future. ”

Mama hurriedly placed the baby beside the queen's bed.

The queen had already collapsed and was weak, but she still kept her head close to the baby's arms.

Crashed: "... I kept it, the position of the crown prince is my son's after all! ”

Emperor Jingwen personally gave his second son the name, Ling, Ziqing.

After the queen learned about it, she hugged Xiao Ling every day and shouted: "Ling'er, the name your father gave you, Ling, is to hope that you are above the big present, you don't want to disappoint the queen mother." ”

Everyone in Dacheng knows that the eldest prince is not in good health, and now the eldest prince is fifteen years old, but the emperor has not yet established a prince is also considered in this way.

Now that there are eight princes, who are both healthy and sons-in-law, everyone is sure that the crown prince must be the eighth prince.

But just when everyone was waiting for the edict of the prince to come out, the eighth prince disappeared.

The saint was furious, and the queen had a serious illness, and after that, many people died in the palace, as long as there was a palace maid about the eighth prince, they were killed.

I only know that the eighth prince was taken away by the nurse who took care of her.

The nurse was arrested by the whole country for three days, and finally showed up in a dilapidated temple on the outskirts of the city.

At this moment, she was dressed in tattered clothes, and she was holding a sleeping baby in her arms, and she looked up at the movement outside, and soon heard the sound of a carriage rolling on the road.

The nurse instantly ran out with a smile on her face.

The carriage came from the night, and the people in the carriage did not get down, but just opened a corner of the door curtain, looked at the nurse from the corner, and said in a soft voice: "This is the eighth prince?" ”

"Naturally!" As he spoke, he also pulled the baby's shirt open, revealing the birthmark on his heart.

"Look, concubine, isn't this the Eighth Prince."

Concubine Kite looked happy, smiled viciously, and muttered to herself: "This palace was negligent for a while and let her be born by luck, but how can she be allowed to do everything well?" ”

A weak prince is not to be feared, but she must not leave this child to hinder her emperor's future.

So he threw out a bag of gold and commanded: "This palace does not like to break the thread, it is better to cut the grass and remove the roots, and clean it." ”

Seeing the money, the nurse hugged the money bag tightly and nodded like pounding garlic. Then he stepped aside and watched the carriage of the concubine leave.

She turned her head into the temple with the child in her arms, put the sleeping child on the dirty floor, and wanted to finish him off, but a thunderbolt flashed, and the baby's cry cut through the silence, and the lightning illuminated the Buddha statue in the temple with half of its face rotten, and frightened the nurse to bow down quickly.

"I can't do it!" The nurse got up in fear and said tremblingly: "You are here to fend for yourself, whether you die, you will not be guilty, if you don't die, then your life should not be extinguished." ”

She gritted her teeth and quickly ran away with the money bag.

The child's cry rang out for a long time, until his voice gradually became hoarse, his voice weakened, and a pair of dirty and immature little hands hugged the baby.

"Why did you get left here? Are you also an orphan? In the future, if you have me, you will not be an orphan. ”

The little beggar hugged him tightly and thought for a while: "My name is Xiaoqian, I was taken by the person who sold me, and you have to have a name... Follow my surname Xiaoba, call Xiaobao! ”

The baby seemed to like him very much, and he didn't cry when he held him.

And then people can always see a seven or eight-year-old child on the street, holding a baby and begging on the street, because they look at the child pitiful, and every time they can beg for food.

This also aroused the dissatisfaction of other beggars, once said that the straw mat they slept on was lost, and beat Xiaoqian, and even wanted to steal Xiaobao and sell it when Xiaoqian was injured.

But Xiao Qian didn't know where he got the strength to break free from them, snatched Xiao Bao back, and shouted: "Don't touch him!" He's my brother, and you must not sell him!" ”

There was a slightly older beggar who laughed: "Where did you come from, a beggar?" Besides, if you sell your brother, you will be able to eat enough, and your brother may be able to live a rich life. ”

"Nope! So he's an orphan, he's not an orphan! ”

After saying that, he grabbed a handful of dust and threw it in their faces, turned around and quickly ran away with Xiaobao in his arms.

Xiao Qian knew that he couldn't stay in Kyoto City, and the group of beggars would not leave him, so he took Xiao Bao to a nearby town.

made a living from begging and actually raised Xiaobao.

Xiaobao is very good-looking, but Xiaoqian is afraid that he will be caught and sold, so he often covers his face with black mud, and Xiaobao is also very obedient.

Because as long as you listen to your brother, you can have enough to eat, and everything my brother does is for his good.

Until one year, when Xiaobao was a beggar, he was targeted by a group of bullies, because Xiaobao forgot to wipe his face that day, they smashed Xiaoqian's broken bowl and forcibly wanted to take Xiaobao away, Xiaoqian lay on the ground and kowtowed to them and dragged their feet to prevent them from leaving.

In the end, Xiaobao was saved, but Xiaoqian kept vomiting blood after being beaten.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Xiaobao was very frightened when he held his face, and wanted to catch all the blood he vomited.

Xiao Qian said in pain: "Brother... It's okay, Xiaobao doesn't cry. ”

Xiaobao couldn't hold back his tears: "Brother, I'm so scared, don't you hurt, okay?" ”

Xiao Qian was about to be wet with sweat, but he took out a flattened white steamed bun from his arms, he stuffed it into Xiaobao's mobile phone, and forced himself to smile and said: "Xiaobao eat quickly, today... Today is your birthday, and it's clean. ”

"Don't, brother eat!"

In the end, Xiao Qian couldn't resist him, broke a little and stuffed it into his mouth, and gave the rest to Xiaobao: "Brother is not hungry, he is already full, give Xiaobao to eat." ”

Later, Xiaoqian kept vomiting blood, and the whole person was sick, and he couldn't beg on the street anymore.

Xiaobao went to the street to ask for food every day, but he was small, and he was robbed every time, and the food he occasionally hid was not enough for him and his brother to eat.

It is said that when the new emperor ascended the throne, there were free steamed buns to eat in Kyoto City, and Xiaobao wanted to take his brother to Kyoto City to eat white steamed buns.

The two walked for a long time, Xiao Qian fainted once on the way, Xiao Bao stayed by his side and cried for two days, he asked everyone who passed by for help, kowtowed to them and said beautiful words, and learned from his brother who used to ask him for steamed buns.

But he didn't get anything, and those people even felt that his touch and approach were very unlucky.

Seven-year-old Shi Ling knew at that time that no one in this world would help him except himself, he could only believe in himself.