"Brother Junru, what are you doing?" A little girl of eight or nine years old tilted her head and looked at the twelve or thirteen years old beside her, "Auntie said, you are not allowed to be naughty!"

"What do you know! A little girl movie!" The boy turned his head unconvincedly, his dark face covered with sweat. This was a typical farmer's child. "I haven't eaten meat in my family for a long time. If I could get this bird's nest, I might be able to catch a few birds to replenish my father's body, and at least a few bird eggs!"

A trace of unbearableness appeared on the girl's face, and she stuttered: "But the birds are also pitiful. They are still so small. If you do this, the birds' parents will be sad."

"Who will pity us!" The young man waved his fist angrily, "Dad has been sick for almost ten days. Our family has no money. Not only can't afford to hire a doctor, he hasn't even given him a good meal. What should you do if you ask me?"

"Then, don't you catch them all, will you leave one? "The little girl's face looked like she was crying.

"I'm afraid of you, okay, listen to you." As I spoke, the boy named Junru spitted a few mouthfuls into his palms and climbed up the tree.

There was no fat bird he imagined in the bird nest on the tree, only an old crow that looked dying. Lian Junru was stunned for a moment, gritted his teeth, grabbed it in his hand, and climbed down the tree in a few seconds. "It's so unlucky, there's only such an old guy!" His face was full of depression and disgust. If he had known why he had to do such a lot of effort.

"Brother Junru, look at what is it in the sky? Is it the father or mother of the crow you caught?" The little girl did not disgust with the black bird, but felt a sense of sympathy. A crow in the sky kept hovering over the heads of the two people, making waves of wailing.

"What a joke? Such an old crow, its parents had long died!" Jun Ru was very disdainful of this statement, but the shrill cry of the crow above his head still made him tremble, "Maybe it's its child." He muttered in a low voice.

"Let's put it on!" The little girl's face was full of unbearableness, "Brother Junru, wouldn't it be better if you catch another one tomorrow?"

After a while of silence, Junru had to climb up the tree again and put the old crow in his hand into the nest.

He silently stared at the two crows on the tree for a while, and Jun Ru walked back without saying a word.

"Brother Junru, what's wrong with you?" the little girl asked in confusion.

"Without him, what else can dad eat today?" The boy ignored the little girl and murmured to himself.

In a gorgeously decorated room, a boy was lying lazily on a rattan chair. At the age of twelve or thirteen, he had a few white hairs on his head, which looked very eye-catching. His skin color was the fairness that was rarely seen in the sun. Although it was not heroic, it could not be classified as a playboy.

"Your Highness, it's time to take medicine." A beautiful maid in red carefully walked into the door with a bowl of black medicine juice, and the room was suddenly filled with the fragrance of medicine.

"It seems that since I can remember, the medicine has never stopped." A helpless smile appeared on the corner of the boy's mouth, "The imperial physician changed one round after another, but it never worked. The taste of the medicine became more and more bitter."

"Your Highness, don't worry. Others say that illness comes like a mountain, and illness goes like a thread. You are such a noble person, you will definitely get better soon." The maid in red smiled, feeling an indescribable charm.

The boy was stunned and then picked up the bowl of medicine and drank it all without frowning. The maid in red next to him quickly fed a piece of candy into his mouth, and nagged: "Your Highness is really not simple. I am just a person who cooks medicine. I feel that the taste is bitter. You actually drank it in one gulp."

"If you get used to it, you won't feel bitter." The boy's face calmed down, "Hongru, is there any news about his father?"

Hongru looked at her master in panic. She understood that a bad answer might cause the heartache to his highness. After carefully considering the sentence, she replied: "These days, government affairs may not be too busy. The emperor may not have time to come to you. I heard that he has been in the Qinzheng Hall, and even the empresses rarely go there." The next half of the sentence even she felt a little guilty, but the young man knew it was a lie, but he did not feel refuted and waved his hand to let her retreat.

How long has the father not been here? The young prince Feng Wuhen fell into deep thought. It has been more than three months since he came last time. He passed by occasionally and sat in a cup of tea before leaving. No wonder, who would have been to a sick prince, even his mother's mother? Since his younger brother grew up, he was calculated to have a very noble fate by a certain minister. It turns out that she rarely came here again when she came to Fenghua Palace. Even if she came, the color was light, as if she was not her son. Born in the imperial family, if this was even a golden branch, then he would rather not. He only hoped that there were parents and relatives who loved him. Unfortunately, he couldn't do it. No one could help him do this, no...

Lian Junru gritted his teeth and stepped into the house. Every time he returned to this house, he felt that his mother was smiling when she saw her mother's forced smile. "I'm back." He whispered, but no one in the house answered. This was something that had never been done before. Since her father broke her leg, she had never left him, fearing that her father would be unable to think about anything. A hunter lost his ability to walk, and the young Junru had no ability to support his father's family at all. This originally lacking family was already in a dilemma.

"Dad, mom, where are you?" Junru shouted loudly in fear, and fearful thoughts rushed into his mind, making him unable to help but become scared.

He rushed into the inner room and found a small note. It was a more childish font than children learned, but it was already very rare in such a small village. This is also due to Junru often going to the private schools of wealthy families in the village to eavesdrop, and then teaching his father how to write in his spare time. "Son, my mother took your father to Zhaozhuang outside the village. I heard that someone could only retreat (treat the leg)." The hasty words made his eyes sore. Zhaozhuang, that would have to walk more than ten miles, and the poor trainer could not afford to hire a donkey. If you walk like this, you might be afraid that the person who can treat the leg would also leave.

He leaned alone against the wall, although he had no food, but he gradually fell asleep. Since he could remember, he had always dreamed of such a dream. There were no longer a child from a poor family. He dreamed of himself wearing gorgeous clothes, and there were many beautiful girls around him living in such a big house. On several occasions, he had seen a woman as beautiful as a fairy, and an old man who was more arrogant than the official in the county town... He dreamed of such scenes every day, and sometimes he even had such hallucinations. His suffering was fake. He should have lived in that gorgeous house. However, every time he woke up, what was still in front of him was the empty house, his parents with a wind-frost face.

Leaning on the railing in front of the door, Feng Wuhen looked at the clouds in the sky, and in a trance entered the familiar dream again. There was no silk, no silk, no delicious food, only the bare walls and simple houses, the elderly parents, and himself. Although life was extremely difficult, he always had the opportunity to smile happily. He wished he would never wake up and enjoy this rare happy time forever. Nothing broke his heart than his parents' care. He didn't want to face the cold palace, the false eunuchs and palace maids every time he woke up, and the parents who always didn't remember him. Perhaps, it would be better not to appear in this world. He shed two lines of tears in his dream.

Everything seemed to be calm, and I didn't know what kind of huge storm this calmness would contain. In a blink of an eye, lightning flashed in the air, and the two of them in the dream felt a thick thunder and lightning slashing straight at them. In the moment of life and death, they only had endless regrets. The sudden lightning caused a storm in two places far apart. People in the village closed the windows in horror, and the people in Fenghua Palace were also busy looking for Feng Wuhen who was not in the bedroom. Lian Junru and Feng Wuhen's consciousness had been blurred. They only felt that they were taken to an abyss of extremely darkness and gradually sank...
Chapter completed!