Since then, Zhuang Mengdie, who was only eight years old, fell ill, coughed all year round, and couldn't stand the cold.

During Zhuang Mengdie's recuperation, Zhuang Feiyu visited her several times, but since then, he has never seen from Zhuang Mengdie's face that day, she smiled innocently with plum blossoms.

"Second Emperor Brother, you say, why does the Mother Emperor always dislike me? Is Mengdie doing something wrong?" Zhuang Mengdie sat up from the hospital bed, drank the bitter medicine of that night, and with a pair of small hands in the depths, she carefully pulled the sleeve of Zhuang Feiyu, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, and asked with a hurt face.

Seeing Zhuang Mengdie's tears in her eyes, Zhuang Feiyu took out a free hand to wrap up the quilt for her, and comforted: "Mengdie didn't do anything wrong, maybe, maybe the mother queen is in a bad mood, this is ......"

Zhuang Feiyu, who was only 10 years old at the time, how could he understand why the mother emperor didn't like Zhuang Mengdie? In Zhuang Feiyu's eyes, the mother emperor had always been moody, and he thought that perhaps, the emperors of a country were like this.

"Mengdie has been quietly watching the mother queen for a long time in the plum garden, the mother queen has always been in a good mood, the second emperor brother doesn't need to comfort me, I know, the mother queen just doesn't like me. Although Zhuang Mengdie was young at that time, her mind was very delicate and sensitive, and besides, children have always been very clear about whether adults like them or not.

Zhuang Mengdie has always been very clear that no matter how much she pleases the mother queen, the mother queen who makes her respect and makes her want to get close to her doesn't like her, although she doesn't know why, but she can keenly perceive that the mother emperor is cold to her, and even disgusted.

"It must be that Mengdie is not good, so the mother queen will not like Mengdie......" Zhuang Mengdie buried her face in the quilt, talking to herself, while sobbing, her little shoulders were shaking because of crying, and after crying for a while, she covered her heart and kept coughing.

"No, Mengdie is fine, Mengdie doesn't cry......" Zhuang Feiyu gently wiped the tears on Zhuang Mengdie's face with her hand, trying to calm her emotions.

"Thank you, Second Emperor Brother. Zhuang Mengdie's eyes were still slowly flowing with tears, her delicate and pretty face was so pale that there was no blood, only the cinnabar mole between her eyebrows was as red as blood and tears, there was an indescribable poignant beauty, just like that day, in a piece of ice and snow, the red plum blossoms were so moving.

"The plum blossom you gave to the mother that day is really beautiful. Zhuang Feiyu looked at Zhuang Mengdie and said with a serious expression.

"If the second emperor brother likes it, when Mengdie's illness is cured, he will definitely pick a branch for the second emperor brother. With Zhuang Feiyu's approval, Zhuang Mengdie finally reached out and wiped the eyes on her face, and showed a shallow smile at Zhuang Feiyu.

It's a pity that Zhuang Mengdie's illness can never get better, she coughs all the year round, not to mention going to the plum garden to pick plum blossoms in the cold winter, even if she wears a thick cloak to go to the plum garden to take a look from afar, she will cough and tears flow.

Since then, Zhuang Mengdie has never gone to the plum garden to enjoy the plum blossoms, every winter, when the plum blossoms are blooming, Zhuang Feiyu will go to the plum garden to pick a plum blossom and send it to Zhuang Mengdie's room.

Whenever this happens, Zhuang Mengdie will always take out a delicate vase, insert the plum blossom, and then look at it quietly, and then say to Zhuang Feiyu: "Thank you, Second Emperor Brother." ”

If there was no her second brother back then, she might have frozen to death in the lake, even if now she can no longer go to the plum garden to pick plum blossoms, but every year, she can still see the most gorgeous plum blossoms.

Every winter, it is the most serious time for Zhuang Mengdie's cough, the imperial doctor comes to see it wave by wave, the prescription is changed one after another, from drinking decoction to taking pills, her condition is still not under control, whether it is a famous imperial doctor in the palace or a famous doctor in the rivers and lakes, it is all such a sentence, her life can be picked up, it is already an eye-opener.

Whenever Zhuang Mengdie coughed uncomfortably, she would pull Zhuang Feiyu's sleeve and ask him to hum a tune to her, as if only in this way could she relieve her pain.

Zhuang Feiyu's tune, humming year after year, Zhuang Mengdie also listened to it year after year, in this deep palace, in this world, it seems that only Zhuang Feiyu is her only reliance on Zhuang Mengdie.

"Second Emperor Brother, will you always accompany Mengdie?" Zhuang Feiyu can never forget that one year, Zhuang Mengdie coughed uncomfortably, she pulled his sleeve and asked him to hum a tune for her.

She took the medicine to the sound of his humming, her cough gradually subsided, and finally she fell asleep on his shoulder, she grabbed his arm in her dream, and whispered.

"Second Emperor Brother, will you always accompany Mengdie?"

Zhuang Feiyu didn't answer her, afraid that his sudden voice would wake up Zhuang Mengdie, who had finally fallen asleep, but in his heart, he already had a firm answer, he would, no matter what, he would always accompany her, take care of her, and no longer let her be hurt in any way.

At that moment, Zhuang Feiyu looked sideways at Zhuang Mengdie, who was sleeping unsteadily, and he suddenly felt that he was all she had, she couldn't leave him, and he wouldn't leave her.

This idea has been deeply rooted in Zhuang Feiyu's heart from that moment on, until later, he and Zhuang Mengdie found out Zhuang Mengdie's life experience, and his care and love for her became more reasonable.

"Second Emperor Brother, will you still treat Mengdie as your imperial sister and help Mengdie win the throne of Tianxuan Kingdom?" After learning that she was not Empress Zhuang's biological flesh and blood, Zhuang Mengdie surrounded Zhuang Feiyu from behind, leaned into his ear, and asked sadly.

"Mengdie, I don't care if you are the blood of Empress Zhuang, as long as it is what you want, I will help you. Zhuang Feiyu hugged Zhuang Mengdie tightly and gave her the promise she wanted.

Zhuang Mengdie turned around, looked at Zhuang Feiyu with tender eyes, and showed a beautiful smile, even the mountains and rivers were overshadowed, "Mengdie knows that the second emperor brother will not leave Mengdie alone." ”

For Zhuang Mengdie's smile, Zhuang Feiyu planned for her, killed her mother, framed her siblings, and changed hands, he didn't care about these.

As long as Zhuang Mengdie can be replaced, he is willing to do whatever he wants......

Feeling the gradual heaviness of his shoulders, Zhuang Feiyu finally stopped humming, and retracted his thoughts that had already drifted away, the steaming heat on the loess road has dissipated a lot, and the scorching sun at noon has gradually sunk into the mountains on the west side, and the tired birds have been thrown into the forest early, and the mountain breeze has blown through, bringing up a little coolness.

Zhuang Feiyu cautiously turned her head sideways, and saw that Zhuang Mengdie had fallen asleep on his shoulder for some time, her long eyelashes trembling slightly with her breathing, like very lightly spread butterfly wings, and the dark shadow cast in her eye sockets could not hide the dark blue under her eyes, she should have not had a good night's sleep for a long time.

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