"Your Highness must put on the umbrella well, otherwise you will get typhoid fever after being exposed to snow. Are you afraid of taking medicine? That kind of medicine that is very bitter and bitter, it takes a long time to take typhoid fever. If you don't want to take medicine, your Highness must protect yourself obediently." He held a weight that was even higher than himself, coaxing him with a smile.

"..." He didn't say anything, in fact, he didn't know what to say.

The queen mother never spoke to him in this tone, neither the father nor the palace maids and eunuchs, but he was the only one.

Two boys, one big and one little, walked into the magnificent bedroom in the deep palace.

Carefully put down Ling Zhexiao, he gasped and raised his eyes and smiled at him, "Your Highness is here."

"..." He looked at Ling Qingyu, still pursing his lips and silently, and his purple eyes included all the people in front of him.

Ling Qingyu disagreed, gasped and smiled warmly: "I'll leave, your highness, let's go in."

"..." He didn't move, holding the umbrella, motionless.

Ling Qingyu looked at his stubborn eyes and sighed, "I can't come here. If someone finds out, there will be trouble. Your Highness will go back, I'll take it back first."

After saying that, he saluted and turned around and walked out.

On the snow, his footprints were his footprints, without a snow umbrella or a cloak, his black hair was covered with snowflakes, bright, as if the Milky Way was hanging upside down.

Ling Zhexiao was silent for a moment and suddenly ran towards him. The consequence of being too rapid was that he fell on the snow and saw a thick layer of thin snowflakes. There was no sound of falling on his little body on it, and he never let the boy who was moving farther and farther in front hear the movement.

Seeing that the boy was about to leave, Ling Zhexiao was impulsive from somewhere and shouted: "Brother!"

...

The boy stopped suddenly and stood there stiffly for a moment, as if he was not sure whether the sound just now was auditory hallucination or reality.

Ling Zhexiao bit his little lip and shouted again: "Brother! Don't leave!"

This time, Ling Qingyu heard it. He quickly turned around, stumbled and ran over, carried him out of the snow sea, and patted the snow on his clothes with heartache.

He shyly, looked up, and shouted in a slight voice: "Brother, hold me."

Ling Qingyu looked at him steadily, with sourness and longing in his purple pupils, throbbing and reluctance... Finally, he opened his arms and hugged him again, whispering, "Brother is here, brother is here, brother is here, don't be afraid."

At that moment, Ling Zhexiao's heart was hit hard, and then hit, and a crack was chiseled open, and warm sunlight came in, and then his brother's smiling face...

He thought, don’t kill such a beautiful and warm person for now... Keep him and let him hold himself like this every day, and wait until one day he doesn’t need it anymore, and then kill him.

...

In the middle of that year, my mother passed away.

As her only child, he was not sad at all, but was secretly happy - if the woman died, her brother would not be in danger anymore, he could protect her brother.

But he was very sad. He cried several times before the coffin and asked his brother to hold him and coax him. He thought, if it was his brother, he would be a little sad, or even sad.

So the court officials saw the prince crying.

Then, in spring, the wind and snow were getting lighter, and he asked his father to allow Ling Qingyu to read with him.

His brother... A genius, no matter how obscure the words are, it is so easy to take in front of him. He can talk endlessly about the classical stories of ancient books, or he can tell him the ancient and modern styles as if he had been treated. "Your Highness must put on the umbrella well, otherwise you will get typhoid fever after being exposed to snow. Are you afraid of taking medicine? That kind of bitter medicine, it takes a long time to take typhoid fever. If you don't want to take medicine, your Highness must protect yourself." He held a weight that was even higher than himself, and coaxed him with a smile.

"..." He didn't say anything, in fact, he didn't know what to say.

The queen mother never spoke to him in this tone, neither the father nor the palace maids and eunuchs, but he was the only one.

Two boys, one big and one little, walked into the magnificent bedroom in the deep palace.

Carefully put down Ling Zhexiao, he gasped and raised his eyes and smiled at him, "Your Highness is here."

"..." He looked at Ling Qingyu, still pursing his lips and silently, and his purple eyes included all the people in front of him.

Ling Qingyu disagreed, gasped and smiled warmly: "I'll leave, your highness, let's go in."

"..." He didn't move, holding the umbrella, motionless.

Ling Qingyu looked at his stubborn eyes and sighed, "I can't come here. If someone finds out, there will be trouble. Your Highness will go back, I'll take it back first."

After saying that, he saluted and turned around and walked out.

On the snow, his footprints were his footprints, without a snow umbrella or a cloak, his black hair was covered with snowflakes, bright, as if the Milky Way was hanging upside down.

Ling Zhexiao was silent for a moment and suddenly ran towards him. The consequence of being too rapid was that he fell on the snow and saw a thick layer of thin snowflakes. There was no sound of falling on his little body on it, and he never let the boy who was moving farther and farther in front hear the movement.

Seeing that the boy was about to leave, Ling Zhexiao was impulsive from somewhere and shouted: "Brother!"

...

The boy stopped suddenly and stood there stiffly for a moment, as if he was not sure whether the sound just now was auditory hallucination or reality.

Ling Zhexiao bit his little lip and shouted again: "Brother! Don't leave!"

This time, Ling Qingyu heard it. He quickly turned around, stumbled and ran over, carried him out of the snow sea, and patted the snow on his clothes with heartache.

He shyly, looked up, and shouted in a slight voice: "Brother, hold me."

Ling Qingyu looked at him steadily, with sourness and longing in his purple pupils, throbbing and reluctance... Finally, he opened his arms and hugged him again, whispering, "Brother is here, brother is here, brother is here, don't be afraid."

At that moment, Ling Zhexiao's heart was hit hard, and then hit, and a crack was chiseled open, and warm sunlight came in, and then his brother's smiling face...

He thought, don’t kill such a beautiful and warm person for now... Keep him and let him hold himself like this every day, and wait until one day he doesn’t need it anymore, and then kill him.

...

In the middle of that year, my mother passed away.

As her only child, he was not sad at all, but was secretly happy - if the woman died, her brother would not be in danger anymore, he could protect her brother.

But he was very sad. He cried several times before the coffin and asked his brother to hold him and coax him. He thought, if it was his brother, he would be a little sad, or even sad.

So the court officials saw the prince crying.

Then, in spring, the wind and snow were getting lighter, and he asked his father to allow Ling Qingyu to read with him.
Chapter completed!