Country love story

The days passed quickly, and after two months, Wang Ye's legs had fully recovered.Can walk, run, jump, and chase and fight with the little doctor.

In this way, the little imperial doctor will leave.He couldn't find any reason to keep the little imperial doctor, and he tried to fall again so that the little imperial doctor could stay for a while.Then he thought about the threat of stepping on stilts before, so he dismissed the idea.

The little imperial doctor was reluctant to give up, he was very happy in the palace for three months, the atmosphere in the palace was harmonious, and being with the prince had some fun that he didn't have before, but he couldn't stay here forever.

The night before leaving, the little imperial doctor was packing his luggage.When he came, he only brought a bundle, a few changes of clothes and two books.After staying in the palace for so many days, the prince sent someone to buy him a lot of clothes, shoes, and medical books.

What the lord thought in his heart was: Anyway, he still has to come back, what a hassle it is to go back and forth.But he said: "Just bring a few books, and I'll send someone to deliver the rest to you."

The little imperial doctor nodded in agreement.

At night, the little imperial doctor couldn't sleep no matter what, the voice of the prince tossing and turning and sighing was too loud.

"what happened to you?"

"bother."

"..."

"I'm bored." The prince patted the bed next to him, and warmly invited: "I'll tell you when you sleep."

The little imperial doctor hesitated for a moment, then hugged the pillow and lay down in that position.

"I can't sleep, I can't sleep anyway." The prince pretended to sigh and peeped at the little imperial doctor's reaction under the light of the moon.

"How about I give you a massage, it can help you sleep."

"Okay." The prince agreed quickly.

The little imperial doctor put his hand on the prince's face, and gently kneaded and circled his Yintang and Baihui points.

The prince chatted with the little imperial doctor, but neither of them mentioned the matter of leaving. While chatting, the prince felt that his hands on his face were not moving.He took a closer look and found that the little imperial doctor had fallen asleep with his head tilted.The prince chuckled, hugged the little imperial doctor into his arms, held his hand, and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

At noon on the second day, the prince personally sent the little imperial doctor home.

When getting out of the car, the prince stretched out his hand and tugged at him, the little imperial doctor's sleeve was lifted up, and the five-color silk thread was very conspicuous on the thin white wrist.

The prince reluctantly waved goodbye to the little imperial doctor.

Back in the palace, he carefully took out a painting from the bedside cabinet and sighed.

The painting is impressively a young version of the little imperial doctor.

In the 21st year of Jiahua, that is, when the prince was ten years old, he avoided the teacher who disciplined him, sneaked out of the palace to play, and only brought two guards with him.

There was a temple fair that day, and the streets were crowded with people. After a while, the prince threw off the guards and ran away by himself.

He didn't go to the streets often, and he was not familiar with the roads. He just felt that there were too many people and was too irritated, so he went around and went to a clean alley.Seeing someone squatting in the middle of the alley from a distance, the prince ran over to see a little beggar sitting on the ground, sleeping with his head buried in his knees, and a chipped bowl in front of him.

The ten-year-old prince was still a bit naughty, he kicked the little beggar to wake him up, the child opened his eyes dimly, and looked at him puzzled.The little prince saw that the little beggar had big eyes, black pupils staring at him brightly, his face was white and clean, but there was a trace of gray marks on the left cheek.

He was stunned for a moment, bent down and reached out to wipe off the dirt on the little beggar's face, and casually wiped it on his clothes.

The prince asked him: "What are you doing here?"

The little beggar said blankly: "Begging." The elder brother in front of him is really good-looking, and his clothes are also good-looking, but he is a bit fierce.

The prince laughed, not sure if he was really stupid or what, "If you want to beg, you can't go to the crowded places on the street outside, what can you get in this empty alley?"

Hearing this, the little beggar touched his right hand, shaking his head like a rattle: "No."

The prince saw sharply that the little beggar's right hand had a layer of skin torn, and it was dirty and dusty.

He asked why, but the little beggar just shook his head stubbornly and said that he would not go, and he couldn't give a reason.

The prince didn't care how thick the soil was, and sat down next to the little beggar against the wall, thinking that he was bored anyway, so why not talk to him.

The two sat together and talked a lot. The prince thought the kid was quite interesting, if he didn't speak, he couldn't stop once he spoke.

"Gululu~" I don't know whose stomach rang, the prince himself ran out after eating in the morning, and now he also feels a little hungry.He wanted to buy food, but he checked his pocket, only to find that the money bag was gone.It may be that there were too many people on the street and lost it. The prince had no choice but to go out and ask the guards for money.

He wanted to take the little beggar along with him, but the little beggar said that he would not go to the street, so the prince could only let him wait here and call the guards by himself.The little beggar nodded obediently, and when he came back with the hot osmanthus cake and the guards, there was no one in the alley.

The little beggar was gone, the broken bowl was gone, and there were only two obvious marks on the bottom of the wall.

The prince and his guards searched all the nearby alleys, but they couldn't find anyone. In the end, he became angry and went back to the palace with his sleeves up.

That little beggar was the seven-year-old little imperial physician.

At first glance, the prince recognized him.

Then he kept him in the mansion in a nonsensical manner. Many times, the prince wanted to ask why the little imperial doctor didn't wait for him back then, but the little imperial doctor didn't seem to remember him.

But it doesn't matter, Wang Ye looked at the little imperial doctor on the painting, and he will have a chance to make it clear in the future.

Seven days later, Xiao Dezi rushed to announce the little imperial doctor, and the prince fell ill again.

The little imperial doctor followed Xiao Dezi to the prince's mansion in a hurry, and entered the door of the wing room, but saw the prince standing in front of the square table, saw him coming in, and immediately greeted him with a smile.

The little imperial doctor noticed a familiar painting hanging on the wall, but he didn't care too much. He touched the prince's wrist anxiously, but he didn't find any abnormal pulse, so he asked, "What's wrong with you?"

The prince held back the little imperial doctor's hand and replied, "In my heart."

"what?"

"When I see you, I'll be healed."

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The second story is over, it’s not too much for Xiaoxiang to ask for a starfish???ω????