"Did the Mother Mother confine me here and let you take care of me?...... Is it because I broke the mother's favorite vase that the mother doesn't let herself be in the palace, nor does she take me with them to find the father of the dream butterfly?"

Zhuang Feiyu muttered in a low voice, and as he spoke, he turned from a low sobbing at the beginning to an uncontrollable cry.

Zhuang Mengdie panicked when she saw this, and she didn't know how to comfort Zhuang Feiyu, after all, she didn't have much experience in comforting people, let alone comforting her second emperor brother who was now eight years old.

"II...... You...... Don't cry yet, your mother and your third emperor sister are estimated to be back in a few days, and your mother will definitely send someone to take you back to the palace immediately. Zhuang Mengdie gently stretched out her hand, wanting to try to wipe away Zhuang Feiyu's tears.

"You lied to me...... They left the old Qing City to find the father of the dream butterfly, how could they come back in a few days. Although Zhuang Feiyu only has the mind of an eight-year-old man, he also knows that he will not be able to come back in a few days when he goes out of the city to find people. Because Lin Yuanxiao also told him that he was going to leave the capital for a few days, and asked him to practice his sword well, and when he came back next time, he would compare with him to see if he was lazy.

Zhuang Feiyu really believed it at that time, practiced his sword hard every day, and looked forward to Lin Yuanxiao's return every day. However, the child who practiced hard and was eager to wait for Lin Yuanxiao to praise him when he came back did not wait for Lin Yuanxiao in the end.

It wasn't until he grew up that he understood that Lin Yuanxiao would not come back, no matter how superb his swordsmanship was, he would no longer get the guidance and affirmation of Lin Yuanxiao, who was like a master and father to him, because after Lin Yuanxiao left that time, he was completely hidden in the rivers and lakes, and no one could know his traces.

Later, when Zhuang Feiyu saw Lin Yuanxiao again, they were already on opposite sides, and for Zhuang Mengdie, he put down everything that was difficult to give up and difficult to let go.

Zhuang Mengdie didn't understand these, she relied on Zhuang Feiyu's preference for her, and felt that as long as she wanted it, as long as she was happy, Zhuang Feiyu could do everything for her, and in fact, Zhuang Feiyu did it.

"Okay, don't cry, if your Third Emperor Sister knows that you have only cried on the first day you have been here, how can she go to find her father with peace of mind, right? You must not want your Third Emperor Sister to have no father, right?" Zhuang Mengdie gently lifted Zhuang Feiyu's face with her hand, let him look directly into her eyes, and comforted him softly while wiping away the tears that kept pouring out for him.

No matter the time, Zhuang Mengdie will always be the weakness of Zhuang Feiyu. Zhuang Feiyu really ate this, and when he heard Zhuang Mengdie say this, he really stopped sobbing, raised his hand and wiped the tears on his face with his sleeve.

"I can't let Mengdie have no father, Mengdie has to go to her father with peace of mind, and when she has a father, she will definitely be happier than before. Zhuang Feiyu said while wiping the tears, and the immature children's voice also had a thick nasal voice after crying.

"That's right, let's go, it's cold here. Zhuang Mengdie gently brushed the snowflakes off Zhuang Feiyu's shoulders and pulled him to stand up.

"Hmm. Zhuang Feiyu replied in a low voice, and was pulled by Zhuang Mengdie and walked slowly to the residence. 18

Although Zhuang Mengdie persuaded Zhuang Feiyu, Zhuang Feiyu still seemed to be unhappy, he lowered his head and was pulled away by Zhuang Mengdie, with a sad face and heavy steps.

Zhuang Feiyu can always hide his emotions very well, but now he is eight years old, he has no way to hide it, happy is happy, sad is sad.

Zhuang Mengdie looked at Zhuang Feiyu's sullen appearance, and felt very uncomfortable. Her second emperor brother has been in a coma for so long and has been a puppeteer for so long, and now he has finally woken up, but there is nothing that can make him happy. Although this is his palace, for him now, this may be a prison, and she is the one who restricts his freedom.

It's only the first day now, or Zhuang Feiyu's situation will continue for a while, Zhuang Mengdie doesn't know what to do, how can she watch her second emperor brother suffer from gains and losses every day, sad and sad?

Zhuang Mengdie slowed down, looked up and watched the darkness gradually envelop the earth little by little, she sighed softly, and suddenly said, "We won't go back first, I'll take you to build a snowman, okay?"

It had been snowing for a whole day, and although it wasn't heavy, there was already a thick layer of snow on the ground. Zhuang Mengdie thought that instead of taking Zhuang Feiyu back and watching him sad and sad in the room alone, it was better to think of something to let him have a good time, and when he was happy, he would naturally leave his troubles behind for the time being.

Zhuang Mengdie's proposal did not receive a response from Zhuang Feiyu, perhaps, he was still immersed in the sadness of not knowing how long it would take to see his third emperor sister again.

Seeing this, Zhuang Mengdie simply pulled Zhuang Feiyu and ran quickly towards the garden......

said that it was to let Zhuang Feiyu have fun, but Zhuang Mengdie fell into the ice lake when she was young and left her sick, and her body was weak and extremely afraid of cold, so in the cold winter, she rarely stayed outdoors for anything important, even her favorite plum blossoms, she couldn't go to see it in person. Every year, Zhuang Feiyu breaks off the most beautiful plum blossom branches and sends them to her room.

So where will Zhuang Mengdie build a snowman? But since he had already told Zhuang Feiyu that he would take him to build a snowman, Zhuang Mengdie couldn't bear to sweep Zhuang Feiyu's interest because he couldn't build a snowman. After all, although Zhuang Feiyu didn't say anything, Zhuang Mengdie could feel that Zhuang Feiyu seemed to be happier when he heard that he was going to build a snowman than when he heard that he was going to go back to the room.

As night falls, the snowflakes are still flying. Gu Wanli went to Zhuang Feiyu's residence and was about to ask Zhuang Mengdie if he needed someone to prepare a hot bath, but found that the lights in the room were not lit, and only a dim yellow palace lamp on the eaves was faintly spitting flames.

If it was in the past, Gu Wanli might have thought that Zhuang Feiyu had rested, but looking at Zhuang Feiyu's situation today, she would never believe that Zhuang Feiyu would rest early, Zhuang Feiyu did not rest, and Zhuang Mengdie would not easily leave alone.

After knocking on the door twice, as expected, he didn't hear any response from the room, so Gu Wanli pushed the door open, and went in lightly to light the lights in the room. After looking around and not seeing the shadows of Zhuang Feiyu and Zhuang Mengdie, Gu Wanli searched all the way.

The journey was quieter than usual, although there were only more than ten servants in the palace now, which was not what it used to be, but it was not too late at this point, and servants were usually seen coming and going. Tonight, however, there was no one to be seen, only the cold wind whistling in my ears.