Fanjin

Mr. Yun Fan always remembered that day, that noble and arrogant man stretched out his hand to him.

——The snow dyed the whole of Kyoto white, and the lanterns and festoons in the palace looked even more dazzling in the whiteness.

The palace people are busy running around, today is the eighth birthday of the emperor's most beloved Third Highness, the chief steward has said that everything must be perfect and there must be no mistakes.

Officials of the fifth rank and above are allowed to bring their family members to the banquet.

How could Yun Yanyan miss such a good opportunity to make friends.

He concealed the news of Mrs. Yun's death, and brought Mr. Yun Fan into the palace.

He was just promoted to be the minister of the Ministry of Rites, but he could understand that the rules in the palace were strict and concubines and concubines were not allowed to enter.

As soon as he arrived at the gate of Chongxi Hall where the banquet was held, Yun Qianyan couldn't wait to walk towards the high-ranking officials who were chatting together.

Yun Fanjun was thrown at the door alone, his face under the veil was panic-stricken.

It was his first time entering the palace, and all the tension and apprehension in his heart exploded when Yun Qianyan left him alone.

Tears gathered in his eyes, and Mr. Yun Fan lowered his head and walked to the small garden next to Chongxi Hall, but as soon as he entered the garden gate, he was knocked down by a snowball thrown to the ground.

Yun Fanjun fell to the ground, stunned for a moment, looked up at a group of laughing young masters, and gradually heard their ridicule in his ears.

"Hahaha! I laughed so hard! He fell down?!"

"That's not right! We didn't have to use much effort! Why does this person look like a Miss Jiao!"

"Hey, maybe she's really a young lady? Who knows how to wear a veil!"

"Ah! I know who he is now! The eldest son of Yunfu! Yun Fanjun!"

"Oh! You mean the disfigured Yun Fanjun who was burned not long ago!?"

"Oh my god! How dare he come here, isn't he afraid of frightening the Third Highness?!"

"Ugly, go away!"

"Go away, go away! Don't get in the way here!"

"..."

Malicious words, like a sharp arrow, pierced Yun Fanjun's body to pieces.

He struggled to get up, but was knocked to the ground by snowballs again and again.

There was still a thick layer of snow on the ground, which soon penetrated into his clothes and pants, and the cold air entered his body, making him start to shiver, his hands and feet were so stiff that he couldn't get up by himself.

Yun Fanjun cried. For many days, the death of his twin brother, the death of his mother, his father's indifference, and the malice of his aunts had been accumulated in his heart, but at this moment, he couldn't bear it anymore.

How mature can a six-year-old be?

Yun Fanjun was sobbing silently all the time, not noticing that the snowball was no longer thrown at him, and there were more people behind him.

"Which family are you from?"

Looking at the carefully crafted and extravagant little brother in front of him, Mr. Yun Fan opened his teary eyes and couldn't react.

"Stop sitting on the ground, get up and talk."

The little brother frowned seeing Yun Fanjun's appearance, and stretched out a hand in front of him.

Jun Fan stared at his hands, sniffed a few times, and tried to raise his frozen arms.

But before he successfully raised his arm, the little brother seemed impatient, bent slightly, grabbed Yun Fanjun's cold little hand, and pulled him up from the ground.

"Why are you so cold, little Douzi, bring me your cloak."

The little brother glared at him, hesitantly called Xiaodouzi the little eunuch, and Xiaodouzi immediately handed over the cloak.

Mr. Yun Fan hadn't recovered from the warm and beautiful touch, and let his little brother play around in a daze.

When he came back to his senses, the little brother's stove, hat, and cloak were all on him.

I felt a little embarrassed, but more of a warm feeling.

It's been a long time since anyone cared about him like this.

"Okay, it's not cold, let's go to your adults."

The little brother looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, rubbed his hands in a breath, and muttered, ready to turn and leave.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Yun Fanjun summoned up his courage and said, "I...my name is Yun Fanjun!"

The little brother stopped, turned around and smiled at him: "My name is Luo Jinlan."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked away with a mighty pace.

However, from that day on, Mr. Yun Fan engraved the words Luo Jinlan in his heart.

Even though he had long forgotten about him after that, he still stubbornly remembered it, because this was the only warmth he had left in this world.

When the empress passed away, he grieved for him; when he got married, he blessed him, but was sad at night, crying with tears in his eyes; he wore a veil to attend various banquets, but only saw his wife; when he learned that the second prince Rebellion, the third prince disappeared, and he was very anxious.After dissipating all the family wealth, I finally found out his whereabouts, and secretly ran to find him, a wounded and dying him, it was too late.

"Sorry sorry! I'm late!"

"Jinlan, I love you..."

When Luo Jinlan took his last breath, Yun Fanjun also crashed beside him.

"Fan Jun, when did you fall in love with me?"

"I fell in love with it a long time ago."

"Then, how did you fall in love with me?"

"I won't tell you. I'll tell you slowly when I want to talk about it later."