The boy put away the handkerchief like a treasure, turned and ran out of the courtyard wall.

"By the way, little beggar. Concubine Mei said lightly.

"Huh?"

The boy quickly turned around, only to see Mei Feijun holding a sleeping baby in her arms and gently shaking it, and said to him with a smile: "Do you want to hug her?"

The boy subconsciously wiped his hands on his pants, and then smiled awkwardly: "Uh, no, it's not good if you wake her up, let alone ...... I'm so dirty. ”

Mei Feijun was noncommittal, stretched out her finger and poked the baby's little face.

"Sister Mei, what is the name of this girl, have you thought about it?" the boy suddenly remembered something and asked.

"I've thought about it. ”

"What's it called?"

"First sight. Concubine Mei stared at the plum blossoms in the courtyard and read softly.

"Oh. ”

The boy silently recited the name in his heart, and secretly said that it was worthy of Sister Mei, and the name was much better than that of his father.

He glanced at Sister Mei, who seemed to be immersed in some kind of emotion, scratched her head, and turned to run towards the outside of the courtyard.

Behind her, Concubine Mei lowered her head, looked at the baby in her arms lovingly, smiled shallowly, and whispered in a voice that others couldn't hear: "Girl, don't be like me in the future......"

Another sigh.

Outside the hospital, the boy suddenly stopped.

In fact, the moment he took the handkerchief, he already felt remorse in his heart.

Who is Wei Shengyou? The boy's heart is naturally clear.

The rumors raging in the market even made this little beggar who had nothing to do with the big names in the court know some stories more or less, even if he didn't understand anything, and the only thing the boy understood was that the "Wei Shengyou" in Sister Mei's mouth was the King of Qi of the Great Zhou, the second son of His Majesty.

Is this what he can see as a beggar?

The boy pondered seriously for a while, and couldn't help but think of the day when he broke into Mingyue Tower alone, and the corners of his mouth raised an arc.

also said that it was not a mountain of swords and a sea of fire.

However, it's not a pity that you have a bad life, and you're afraid of it......

He glanced back at the tall and thick courtyard wall apprehensively, and his body trembled even more.

I'm afraid of delaying Sister Mei's business!

With such a weak heart, the boy couldn't help but slow down his pace, and began to walk staggeringly step by step, while racking his brains to try to come up with some useful way to sneak into the palace of Naqi.

Before he had gone far, there was a sudden sound of a beautiful piano from inside the wall, the sound was very soft and faint, as if it was floating leisurely with the snow and the wind.

The boy froze.

Although he has never read a book, is illiterate, and does not know how to write or play, he has a good memory. He was sure that he had never heard Sister Mei play this song, maybe this should be the song that just came to an abrupt end.

The boy didn't understand why Sister Mei played again, maybe she didn't deserve to be a listener, maybe ...... It's that this piece doesn't need an audience.

The boy clenched his fists hard and ran forward.

He understood that he was still too young to understand anything, but for some reason, he just didn't want to hear it.

Until the sound of the piano was drowned out by the cacophony of people, and then the voice of the voice gradually dissipated, the boy walked again into a cold alleyway, beside which was still a high and thick wall. The only difference is that it is both majestic and prestigious.

The boy touched the handkerchief that was placed close to his chest, took a deep breath, and was about to walk towards the main entrance, when suddenly a black shadow stopped him as if falling from the sky.

The boy shuddered and almost wanted to fall, and instinctively wanted to turn and run away. But then the boy reacted again, and secretly said that Lao Tzu didn't steal or rob this time, so why be afraid? Besides, even if you want to run, you may not be able to run away.

The boy raised his eyes and secretly looked at the person, but this person was wearing a hat, so that people could not see the real face.

Fortunately, the person who came was quite friendly, he bent down slightly, as if he was persuading, and said, "Boy, what did Concubine Mei ask you to send, can you give it to me?"

The boy felt as if he was about to suffocate, and at this moment, countless questions appeared in his heart, and then these countless questions converged into one sentence: "Who are you?"

"Oh, don't be nervous, boy. The visitor pulled down the brim of his hat with two fingers, and chuckled, "I just want to take a look, by the way...... I'll give you another one. ”

"Get out!"

The boy somehow got the courage to shout this.

But before he could finish speaking, the boy felt his body lighten, and then floated in the air.

The man grabbed the boy by the neck with one hand and lifted him high, and at that moment, the smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to become more and more cruel in the boy's wide eyes.

"I never say what I say twice. ”

"Boy, courage is commendable, but I'm going to teach you a little bit. ”

"Don't overdo it. ”

The boy was pinched and breathless, his smiling face turned red, he grabbed the other man's arm with both hands and dragged desperately, kicked and punched to no avail, wanted to scold but couldn't, the only thing he could do was to stare at him fiercely with those still clear eyes.

The visitor did not pay any attention to this, and threw the boy out with a wave of one hand, and then saw a handkerchief slowly spread out in his palm.

The boy sat down on the ground, and before he could cry out in pain, he hurriedly reached out and touched his chest, and was suddenly shocked and anxious. Obviously, the handkerchief that Sister Mei handed him had somehow reached the bastard with the hat.

"You ......" The boy jumped up, his anger was not yet vented, and he suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and an invisible breath overwhelmed him, and he knelt on the ground as soon as his legs were weak, and the words that had reached his lips were naturally held back.

"Boy, go back, I'll deliver this thing. ”

The boy lowered his head, unable to see the man's expression clearly, but listening to the seemingly bland words in his ear, the boy clearly felt a bone-chilling coldness, colder and more thorough than the nine cold winters, and it was creepy.

The boy wanted to resist, but there was nothing he could do but let the chill invade until it faded.

The boy jerked his head up in astonishment, only to realize that the man was long gone.

He fell to the ground in a decadent manner, sniffed, and suddenly began to cry.

For so many years, he did not cry when his mother died, he did not cry when his father was beaten to death in front of him, he wiped two tears at most when he hid in Tibet and endured all kinds of beatings, but this time, he really cried, even the boy himself could not say why.

After crying, he got up and patted the snow off his body and set out on the way back lonely.

He didn't know how to explain to Sister Mei, and even had the idea of leaving, but the boy knew that as a man, he should be responsible, not to mention, he had also heard a word called "to apologize for sins with death".

It was only at the moment when he returned to the courtyard that his mood was still uncontrollably tense, he was not afraid of death, but of a punishment that was worse for him than death.

The moon rose, the shadows of the plane trees in the courtyard swayed, and it was extremely quiet, and the fragrance of plum wafted by, like the smell of the handkerchief.

The boy sniffed again and walked towards the little attic.

Under the eaves, Mei Feijun wore a red robe and lay on the piano platform, as if she was sleeping soundly.

The boy had seen such a scene many times, but he remembered that Sister Mei seemed to be wearing white clothes before.

The boy greeted from afar: "Sister Mei, that, that, I ......"

He hung his head, not knowing how to speak, and the other man did not respond.

He swallowed, took two steps forward, and then said worriedly, "I—I lost what Sister Mei entrusted me......"

After saying this, the boy shrank his head for fear of provoking a rebuke.

But to his surprise, the person at the desk still didn't give him a response.

The boy frowned slightly, and suddenly felt that something was wrong. In the past, although Sister Mei often took a nap on the piano case, as soon as she appeared, she would immediately wake up and greet her with a smile, like today, but she had never had it.

The boy tiptoed over to Concubine Mei's side, leaned over and whispered, "Sister Mei?"

Still unresponsive, quietly a little scary.

The boy gritted his teeth, wiped his clothes vigorously with one hand, and then, as if determined to do his most daring act to date.

He stretched out a finger and gently touched Concubine Mei's shoulder.

"Sister Mei?"

It's so cold, it's a little scary.

"Sister Mei!"

The boy screamed, and it was only at this moment that he finally realized that something was wrong. The person in front of him was not only cold, but he couldn't even breathe, just like his father who fell asleep in his arms that year.

"Sister Mei!" the boy screamed like crazy, and at the same time grabbed Mei Feijun's shoulders with both hands and shook desperately, as if to wake up the sleeping person in front of him, but how could the person in front of him wake up?

"Ahh......h

The boy supported Mei Feijun's already stiff body, his mouth open, and he couldn't make any other sound except for the sound of "ahhh

"Huh?"

A childish voice sounded suddenly, and the boy followed the voice, and saw a little baby girl wrapped in swaddling clothes, as if awakened, staring at her with wide eyes. She stared blankly at the lifeless body, calling out "yaa", and her two immature little hands stretched forward desperately.

Shouting and shouting, she grinned.

The boy looked at the little baby girl in a daze, and tears broke down the embankment.

He crawled to the little baby girl, knelt beside him, and choked up, "Crying, ......"

Perhaps the boy's expression was too ugly and scary, and the little girl wrinkled her nose and cried louder.

"Cry, cry, cry!"

The boy snorted, and although he couldn't see clearly in front of him, he slapped the little girl in the face with precision, and kept shouting: "Cry, cry loudly!"

"Wow!" a heart-rending cry rang out.

The boy still felt that it was not enough, and slapped it with one palm and another palm.

"Cry, cry louder, cry for me, cry for me!"

"Woo......"

The boy fell to the ground on all fours, and he was also crying heartbreakingly.

But his voice, as if blocked by something, was as subtle as snow falling.