Princess Xiangrui in Huanzhu

"Erkang, don't worry. After a few days, I will go to the palace again and ask the emperor to give you a position, but you have to promise me that you absolutely cannot eat white flour during this period of time."

Erkang had a fake smile on his face, with the corners of his mouth raised, but his eyes were not smiling at all. He reluctantly responded to Ziwei and said, "I know, I won't go to eat, don't worry."

The lovers who were once close to each other now have other thoughts.

After a few days, the wounds on Erkang's body and face had mostly healed.

Because Ziwei was watching closely, Erkang couldn't find a chance to eat secretly, and he couldn't help feeling nervous.

Because Erkang did not give up white flour, the intervals between his attacks became shorter and shorter.

These days, Ziwei has been staying with Erkang. Even though Erkang is anxious, there is nothing he can do.

It seemed that God was helping Erkang. That day, after Ziwei paid her respects to Fulun and Fujin, and was about to have breakfast with Erkang, she saw Jinsuo running in with a nervous look on her face.

"Miss, it's bad, Miss, the young master..."

When Ziwei heard that it was Dong'er's problem, she quickly put down her bowl and chopsticks and stood up.

"What's wrong? Jinsuo, what happened to Dong'er?" Dong'er has always been weak and sickly, and Ziwei is extremely worried about him, so as long as Dong'er shows the slightest abnormality, Ziwei will be like a frightened bird.

"This morning, the young master said he was feeling unwell. When I went to check on him, I found that his forehead was very hot. I think he had a fever."

It is common for other people to catch a cold, and there is no need to worry too much. But Dong'er is different. He is born with a deficiency, and a simple cold may take his life.

"Ziwei, go see Dong'er, I'll be there later." Erkang said nervously.

Ziwei nodded quickly and rushed to Dong'er with Jinsuo.

Erkang's expression changed immediately after Ziwei left, and he looked around carefully.

In fact, he was also very annoyed. It was obviously his own house, but he had to hide it when eating white flour.

But Ziwei hated white flour, and Erkang didn't want to have any unpleasantness with Ziwei because of this.

Now that Ziwei is not here, it is a good time to eat white flour.

This time he begged hard and got three bags of flour, one of which he ate in the alley.

He skillfully opened the wrapping paper and poured all the flour into his mouth.

The expression on his face changed immediately, becoming obsessed and enjoying.

How could he enjoy such a delicious delicacy alone?

So he picked up the last packet of powder.

My Ziwei, I'm doing this for your own good. You can enjoy the most beautiful moment in the world.

Yes, Erkang’s method is to let Ziwei be infected with this white flour as well, and then she will not stop him.

They can sink together!

Erkang's eyes were full of malice. Ziwei had no idea that the person she spent every day with had such thoughts.

Now her heart and eyes are full of Dong'er.

Dong'er has always looked rather thin due to his physical condition. Compared with his peers, he is obviously much thinner. He is also very thin, and his frail body seems to be blown down by the wind at any time, which makes people feel pity for him. And his body is also very thin, as if a breeze can blow him away. Such a body makes him look like malnutrition, but in fact it is caused by his poor physical condition. His little face is sallow, his eyes are closed, and you can vaguely hear Dong'er muttering "It hurts! Dong'er, it hurts so much!"

But when he was awake, in order not to worry Ziwei, Dong'er always behaved strong and sensible.

He patted Ziwei with his bony little hands, comforting her like he did when she was a child.

Although he is not that old now.

"Don't cry, mother. Don't feel any pain."

Dong'er kept repeating these words in his childish voice. He tried clumsily to comfort Ziwei, even though it took a lot of energy.

In fact, he knows everything.

He knew that because of his physical condition, his mother had cried on her pillow many nights, and his maternal grandmother had been sarcastic to him many times because of him.

Since he was born, he has been weak and often sick. Every day, his mother would stay by his side, take care of him, feed him medicine, and tell him stories, hoping that he would get better soon. But he was always so thin and pale, which made his mother very worried.

Whenever night fell, his mother would gently stroke his forehead and watch him fall asleep. Sometimes, he would hear his mother sobbing softly, her tears soaking her pillow. He knew that was his mother's heartache and helplessness towards him.

However, Mama was not as concerned about his health as she appeared to be. Instead, she often used this as a bargaining chip to mock his mother for not giving birth to a healthy and strong son. Every time she heard these words, his mother would silently lower her head, tears welling up in her eyes, but she never refuted, but just silently endured it all.

He hated his body for being so weak that he couldn't play and run like other children. He wanted to be strong, so that his mother wouldn't cry and his mother wouldn't laugh at them. So he tried hard to eat. Although the medicine tasted bad, he still drank it obediently; although the food didn't taste good, he still tried hard to swallow it.

He believed that as long as he persisted, one day his body would become strong enough to protect his mother and prevent her from suffering any more grievances.

He really wanted to help his mother, but he was too weak now, and even a burden to his mother, so if he wasn't feeling very uncomfortable, he didn't want to say it out loud and make his mother worry in vain.

But every time things went against my wishes, and I even ended up making things worse, which only made my mother more worried.

Ziwei frowned. During this period, first Erkang behaved abnormally, then he was injured, and now Dong'er was sick again. The series of events made Ziwei overwhelmed.

But Ziwei could only force herself to keep going.

Gradually, with Ziwei's persistent wiping, Dong'er's fever subsided a little.

Ziwei collapsed to the ground exhausted, and she prayed to God countless times not to take Dong'er away from her.

Every time Dong'er fell ill, Ziwei wished that she was the one who got sick and suffered the pain.

Her child was still so young, why did he have to go through all this? All the mistakes were her fault.

"Ziwei." Erkang walked in and looked at Ziwei, whose face was pale, with heartache.

"Come, drink some water and take a rest. Look how tired you are." Erkang didn't care about Dong'er on the hospital bed. He only stared at Ziwei, as if she was his whole world and no one could replace her.

After saying that, Erkang handed the cup of water to Ziwei and asked her to drink it quickly and take a rest.

Ziwei looked at Erkang with emotion and reached out to take the cup of water.