Nongbao is three and a half years old in the famine year, and the whole family is a big villain

Fufeng and Luo Zhe didn't ask any questions, got up and gently pushed open the window.

The cool breeze after the rain blew against their faces, and the confusion in their eyes disappeared without a trace in an instant, and they felt much more energetic.

At this time, the sky outside the window had been completely shrouded in darkness, the rain had stopped, and only two faint chirps of insects could be heard in the middle of the night.

It's probably around two or three in the morning.

Most of the people in the palace were resting, and only the guards on night patrol were walking around the palace in the dark with lanterns.

But fortunately, Fufeng was very familiar with the terrain of the palace.

The three of them avoided the patrolling guards and cautiously groped towards the cold palace.

Along the way, except for the patrol that just appeared, they saw almost no one.

It was so dark that the three of them could only hear each other's breathing.

But after staying in the dark for a long time, the three of them got used to it, and they could see things clearly after walking for a while.

Soon, the three of them stopped at the door of a dilapidated building.

Luo Jiaojiao stared at this eerie building that looked no different from a haunted house, as well as the dilapidated plaque on the building...

And... The words "Leng Gong" were clearly visible on the plaque, and he couldn't help but shrink his pupils.

Leng Gong.

She suddenly turned her head to look at Fufeng.

At this time, Fufeng clenched his fists and looked at the door of Leng Palace, not knowing what he was thinking.

He was so thin that a gust of wind could blow him over.

Fufeng...he is actually a prince! ?

I really don’t blame her for treating him as a little eunuch. How could any prince live in such a miserable state?

As if anyone could bully him.

Although this is the world of a novel, she failed to connect the miserable prince who grew up in the cold palace in the previous life's palace fight drama with Fufeng.

This world is already reality for her.

How could she imagine it?

At best, she thought this little eunuch was too good-looking, that's all.

Just when Luo Jiaojiao was thinking wildly, Fufeng walked into the door of Leng Palace.

The three of them tried their best to slow down and move forward cautiously.

Suddenly, the three of them held their breath.

I saw a room in the cold palace with a weak candlelight, and the two people's shadows were reflected on the cutouts on the window.

It was obvious from the shadows that they were a man and a woman.

A conversation came to the ears of the three people.

The female voice was mean and full of complaints, "You are really useless. You actually let that little beast hear you, and you managed to lose the chase after him. If the empress knew about this, we wouldn't have enough heads to cut off."

"The little beast has been poisoned for more than half a month, so what if he escapes from our hands? He doesn't have a few days left to live, and he won't be able to make a big splash."

The female voice laughed, "I heard that you raised this little beast by yourself, but you are really willing to kill him whenever you want."

"People always go to higher places. I have repaid Concubine Zhen's kindness by raising him so big. I have to think about myself later.

With just that little ration, if we continue to feed him, I will die with him, let alone him. "

As he spoke, he looked at the window paper outside the window.

I saw the old eunuch stretched out his hand and struck the woman's chest, letting out waves of lustful laughter, "The queen said, as long as I listen to her words, you will eat against me."

"You little beast has only a few days to live, it's time for you to make a promise..."

"What a rush..."

The lights in the room were instantly extinguished, and soon a burst of low humming could be heard that made people blush and make their heart beat.

Luo Jiaojiao turned to look at Fufeng.

There was no change on his face. The long eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes, covering his eyes and making it difficult to see his emotions clearly.

Suddenly, for a moment, Luo Jiaojiao felt a little sorry for this little boy who didn't even have a name.

Fufeng moved gently and carefully walked toward the house on the other side.

Compared with at least one bright moon shining outside, it can be regarded as invisible inside the house.

They didn't dare to turn on the lights either.

But Fufeng was not blocked by the darkness in front of him, and fished out a big bundle from under the bed with clear purpose.

Through the gleam of moonlight that rushed in through the door, Luo Jiaojiao saw clearly what was in his hand. The baggage looked familiar and was given to him by Luo Zhe.

Fufeng took a few more things from the room, and then walked out without looking back.

Luo Jiaojiao took one last look at the room.

Through the dim moonlight outside the door, she could clearly see the structure inside the house.

There was a wooden bed, with a thin layer of black and stiff quilts on the bed, a table that was about to fall apart, and a chair with a missing leg.

The head of the bed faced a small window surrounded by bars.

Luo Jiaojiao could even think of a little boy who spent countless days and nights looking up at the desperate moon hanging in the sky through the small bed surrounded by railings.

He was trapped in this small space, unable to escape, living a difficult and painful life.

If such a room were in Taohua Village or Yong'an Town, Luo Jiaojiao would not be too impressed.

She has seen a lot of suffering in the past few years since she came to this world.

Some belonged to the Luo family, and some belonged to every common person she met.

But as a prince, his life is worse than that of the hungry people outside the palace. Fufeng is the first one.

"Let's go!" Fufeng held a bunch of things in his hands with difficulty and said in a low voice.

Luo Jiaojiao and Luo Zhe quickly stepped forward to share the weight on his hands.

The three of them lowered their voices, stepped lightly, and walked out of the cold palace.

They could even hear the muffled moans coming from the unlit room, the pitch was artificial and nauseating.

They walked back the way they came. None of the three of them spoke. They could hear each other's heartbeats quietly along the way.

After returning to the Star Reaching Pavilion.

Luo Jiaojiao and Luo Zhe accompanied Fufeng to pack things.

At this time, Luo Jiaojiao saw clearly what Fufeng had brought.

A piece of clothes that her mother-in-law had sewn for him, a smashed umbrella, several bottles of golden medicine, and a large bag of clothes and toys...

Among the things he brought, except for the clothes made for him by his mother-in-law, the rest were given to him by Luo Zhe.

Apart from that, there was nothing that really belonged to him.

He seemed ready to escape.

Luo Jiaojiao looked at the broken umbrella and was lost in thought.

This umbrella was handed to him by Luo Yan during the day.

What he cherishes is not a broken umbrella, but the few kindnesses in his life.

This umbrella is, and so are the things Luo Zhe gave him...

Luo Jiaojiao and Luo Zhe helped him put things away silently, and the air suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

There was only the faint sound of burning candles.

In the end, it was Luo Jiaojiao who spoke first to break the strange silence.

Her clear voice sounded in the silent space, "Aren't you a little eunuch? Are you a prince living in the cold palace?"