When Xiao Jiaojiao got married, the crippled king stood up and pampered her.

The little boy lay in bed for several days.

Without medicine, the wounds would always fester and fester.

The weather was so cold and he had a high fever, feeling dizzy and dazed.

Curled up in that bed, it was so cold.

"The quilt is... cold..."

He was shivering with cold, his little hands and feet were frozen red, his face was pale from long-term malnutrition, and it was also red from the fever, and his fragile skin was stretched so much that it seemed like it would burst at any time.

But there are no extra bedding.

Ning Xi only had one bed, and if she gave it to him, she would have nothing.

He didn't want his mother's. He called out in a daze:

"Not cold...Yuan'er is not cold..."

Ning Xi stayed by the bed, crying and saying:

"Yuan'er, remember, this is a lesson, and you must never make the same mistake again next time.

You have to be obedient and submissive since childhood.

Only by giving in can we have hope of living on..."

The boy thought dazedly, the only way is to give in...

There was no food these days, only flour left in the kitchen.

Lame Aunt Qiong made noodle dumpling soup, which was very unpalatable.

Sometimes the pancakes we make in this winter are so hard that you can’t even bite them.

He didn't know how many days he lay there.

When I woke up again, the snow was still falling, as if it would never stop.

It seemed that Lady Xi and Nanny Qiong had gone to find a place to dig wild vegetables, and the shabby little courtyard was deserted.

The five-year-old boy walked out of the dilapidated Fufeng Courtyard barefoot and headed towards the magnificent palace in front.

The palace was very tall, and even in the heavy snow, it looked exceptionally majestic and grand.

That building seemed to have an inexplicable force calling him.

He walked barefoot, step by step, towards the palace.

The light blue clothes he was wearing were one size too small, and his wrists and ankles were exposed, turning red from the cold in the snow.

He walked a long way and saw many guards and eunuchs, all of whom were dressed more warmly than he, his mother, and Nanny Qiong.

It seems like everyone is having a great time.

He also saw a group of people running towards a palace in a panic, saying as they ran:

"How could Yin'er catch a cold? Why didn't you take good care of him?"

"Yin'er, grandpa is here. He brought you your favorite West Lake snacks."

"Yin'er is not in good spirits right now. What snack should he eat? I'd rather have the glutinous rice porridge that grandma cooks for him!"

The group of people were talking to each other, and behind them there was a small sedan chair carrying many rare treasures.

There were many things that the boy had never seen before.

He was so curious that he followed quietly.

I saw a group of men surrounding a young man in front of a magnificent and exquisite palace.

The young man was about the same age as him, with fair and clean skin, as gentle as jade, and as clean as the most handsome exiled immortal in the world.

He just felt vaguely uncomfortable, but several people surrounded the boy.

Some fed him porridge made from hundreds of rare ingredients.

The moment the food box was brought out, it seemed as if the whole palace was floating towards it.

Some people were taking out rare treasures to make the young master laugh.

The young master is like a pearl held in the heart of everyone.

The little boy hid under a tree standing in the distance and watched from a distance.

His brows were slightly furrowed, and his clear eyes were full of confusion.

What are grandparents? Why doesn't he have them?

Why is it that even though he is also sick, the young master has so many people caring about him and can even live in a house that is airtight...

The little boy was full of confusion and doubt.

He was very hungry and hadn't eaten anything good for several days.

To be precise, I have never eaten decent food since I was born.

The little feet that were stepping on the ground were also frozen red.

He wanted to go over, but he couldn't.

He knew clearly that he could not gain sympathy from others, and no one in this deep palace would sympathize with him.

His small figure was hiding far away under the tree, watching the warm scene from afar, his eyes eagerly.

When...will he be able to eat a little bit...and then there will be so many people who care and love him...

I don't know how long it took, but those people led the young master into the house. I couldn't see anything, but could hear laughter in the room.

The little boy's head was covered with a thick layer of snow.

He is too cold.

He has to go back.

He walked back tremblingly on the cold ground.

People passing by saw him, but no one cared about him.

Because he was an unpopular prince and was hated by the emperor, not bullying him was the best conscience.

But when the little boy passed by a garden, he heard the laughter of children coming from inside.

He looked up and saw several brothers playing snowball fights.

"Come on...attack me! This way! This way!"

"I'm over here!"

The group of people were having a lot of fun, and everyone was wearing warm clothes.

The little boy stopped again.

He stared at the scene eagerly, and he knew that those were his brothers.

Brother... he should be the closest relative... why are they always unwilling to play with him...

He stood there, wanting to ask: "Brother...can you...let me play with you..."

His lips, which had turned blue from the cold, moved, but he only murmured, without uttering a single word.

Soon, a tall brother discovered him.

The man was tall and slightly fat, with arrogance in his eyes.

He stared at Di Changyuan and asked, "Are you the unclean and lowly seed from Fufengyuan?"

Everyone in the palace knew that it was a maid named Ning Xi who had a crazy idea and seduced the emperor into sleeping with her.

The child she gave birth to was a bad seed!

The little boy didn't answer.

Di Xiaozhan asked again: "Do you want to play with us?"

The little boy still didn't speak, but there was a hint of hope in his clear eyes.

May I……

Can I play with my brothers?

The boy raised his chin and said, "As long as you get between our legs, we will play with you!"

He seemed to have finally found the fun and immediately stood in the first row with his legs spread out.

"Hahaha! This is fun! This is fun!"

Several princes also walked over, stood behind Di Xiaozhan, and spread their legs like him.

Everyone looked at the little boy provocatively and with disdain:

"Come on! Come on and get through!"

"Just get through us."

"As long as you get through here, we'll take you to have a snowball fight today!"

The glimmer of light that had just risen in the little boy's eyes was completely extinguished. He was so cold that he could only feel the north wind blowing, and his whole body was filled with biting cold.

His clothes are too thin.

My feet and hands felt like they were going to freeze off.

Deep down in my heart, it feels like it's freezing.

I don't know whether it was coldness or anger, but it enveloped his whole body.

He turned to leave.

He knew that if he didn't go back, he might freeze to death here.

But before I left, I heard someone cursing:

"Hey! Didn't you hear me telling you to get through?"

"Your mother, that bitch, would crawl into Father's crotch, why don't you dare?"

"You need to learn from your bitch mother! Hahaha! You're going to inherit her bitch traditions!"

The little boy's footsteps suddenly stopped, his hands, red from the cold, clenched into fists.