The flowers in the imperial garden were blooming more and more brilliantly, and Luo Ning fluttered at the butterflies. The colorful butterflies were very beautiful.
But Luo Ning was just playing for fun and would not really hurt the butterfly's wings. The crimson brocade clothes among the flowers were more delicate than the petals, but they were not tacky. On the contrary, because of his clumsy movements, he looked charming and naive.
Pei Ling stood aside and waited. Seeing that Luo Ning couldn't hit it no matter how hard he tried, he looked like a stupid fat goose, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.
Luo Ning got tired after playing for a while, his face was red with heat, and there were beads of sweat on the tip of her nose. Pei Ling stepped forward to wipe him, and Luo Ning fell on his waist, panting, feeling the material of Pei Ling's clothes was a bit rough, so he said, "why do you always wear such plain clothes? I will give you the best silks and satins when we get back."
Pei Ling pinched his little ear and said, "thank you, Your Highness, but I am not worthy of using brocade. This is the most appropriate thing."
Luo Ning looked up at him, his eyes watery, "but you are mine, so you should use the best."
Pei Ling looked at his serious appearance and smiled a little. Such a small person acted seriously.
But he knew that Luo Ning really thought so. As a prince, he was never arrogant. In this palace where slaves deserved to be trampled on, he could actually feel respected by the seventh prince. This innocent heart had not been stained...
What a good kid.
Sometimes Pei Ling would rather keep a distance and not be so relied on, otherwise he is afraid that one day he will not be able to be cruel. He feels a little disappointed when he thinks that such clean eyes will be closed forever.
Luo Ning no longer had the energy to continue flapping the butterflies, and wanted to go back with Pei Ling.
At this time, something suddenly jumped out of the flowers and rushed over. Luo Ning was hit by his calf and fell to the ground. His butt hit the stone. A dull pain came from the child's skin. Luo Ning's skin was sensitive. The circles around his eyes were red, tears fell out, and he couldn't help but cry.
The one who knocked him down was a small dog, grunting and running around.
Luo Ning couldn't stand up, so he opened his hands to Pei Ling in grievance.
Pei Ling quickly picked up the person, looking at the dog with cold eyes. The puppy shrank its tail in fear, and the person following behind also rushed over. He had a short body, blue clothes, and was also a prince, older than Luo Ning, he saw that the pet he brought caused trouble, so he still attacked the most valued Seventh Prince.
He hurriedly apologized. If the emperor's son was frightened, his father would definitely teach him a lesson.
Luo Ning was a little speechless. His butt must have been bruised a lot, but the person in front of him was a child who also apologized. How could he be so fussy?
He tugged at the corner of Pei Ling's clothes and sniffed.
Pei Ling felt the moisture on his neck, as if he had been lightly pricked by something. He glanced coldly at the erring prince, and saw that the prince was so frightened that his face was pale and trembling with fear, so he had to give up.
Quickly taking Luo Ning back, he wiped away Luo Ning's tears, gently rubbed his back soothingly, and lowered his voice, "Your Highness, does it still hurt?"
The tip of Luo Ning's little nose was red, like a rabbit, and his eyes were washed with water. He looked very pitiful, and he shook his head.
The pain subsided by now, but Pei Ling's embrace was so comfortable that Luo Ning couldn't bear to leave. He put his little hands around Pei Ling's neck and nestled on Pei Ling's shoulders.
With his arms full and gentle breathing on both sides, Pei Ling felt as if he had a small animal in his arms that was completely dependent on him.
Pei Ling's arms tightened unconsciously.
Luo Ning stopped him from going to the imperial doctor and said that just applying some medicine would be enough, and he would only be comforted by the imperial concubine in his arms.
But Pei Ling cannot be so relaxed. Pei Ling is responsible for taking care of him. If he loses a hair, Pei Ling will be severely punished.
Luo Ning was not willing to either be expelled from Ninghua Hall, or to be slapped with a slap in the face, and how Pei Ling would be treated could be decided by a single word.
Pei Ling was still a little puzzled. The little prince was so delicate and expensive, how could he not hire an imperial doctor?
But as soon as his mind turned around, he understood Luo Ning's thoughts, and there was a hint of complexity in his eyes.
He is nothing more than a slave, and there is absolutely no need for the little prince to defend him.
But Pei Ling felt like he was being stabbed in the bottom of his heart. Who would really think about him? But the little prince's eyes were filled with worry for him, and those beautiful pupils seemed to only contain his figure.
Pei Ling knew that this was not a good sign. This feeling made him greedy easily.
It gave him a vague illusion that there seemed to be something in the world that he could grasp.
He was silent for a moment, then went to get some blood-removing ointment and applied it to Luo Ning's wound.
Luo Ning rubbed his butt and didn't know how many days it would take to get better.
But now that he is sick, he can act even more coquettishly. When he is going somewhere, he will reach out his hand and ask Pei Ling to hold him.
He has no idea about his weight at all.
Pei Ling also followed his wishes and held the fat goose in his arms. His movements became more and more skillful, and he was more comfortable taking care of the child than anyone else.
Concubine Lan couldn't help but feel sad when she saw her son relying so much on Pei Ling. This was the baby she gave birth to with great difficulty. How could she be so close to a slave who had just arrived? Even his concubine mother could not compare with him. Every time she wants to hug him, it's not easy.
Concubine Lan couldn't help but be jealous, and waved to Luo Ning to come over. Then she reached out and rubbed Luo Ning's soft face, and hugged Luo Ning firmly into her arms. Luo Ning wanted to struggle, but Concubine Lan said aggrievedly. He said, "others can hold him, but I, the mother, can't hold him."
Luo Ning had no choice but to lie down obediently.
Concubine Lan was worried that her son was separated from her, otherwise why would he not rely on her, so whenever she had time, she would have Luo Ning brought to her, and she would eat and play with Luo Ning.
Luo Ning also satisfied his mother's wishes.
Pei Ling watched from the side, looking at the bright smile of the little prince. He had previously thought that he would rather the little prince be closer to him, but it can be seen that when the little prince was held in Concubine Lan's arms, he was not so happy. There was something to say, an unclear depression.
In the evening, the palace people knelt on the ground. Emperor Cheng Ming came to Ninghua Hall after finishing his official duties. The palace people lit lanterns one after another and waited on him respectfully.
And when Luo Ning came here, he saw the emperor for the first time. He was wearing a dragon robe. He was middle-aged. Due to good maintenance, he was only slightly put on weight, and he could see his handsomeness in his youth.
Concubine Lan was blessed with a blessed body, and her eyes were filled with joy.
Emperor Cheng Ming smiled and helped her up, stepped forward and pinched Luo Ning's face, "I haven't seen Ning'er for several days. Why does he seem to be a little fatter?"
Concubine Lan said with a smile: "No, I haven't been restrained in eating cakes recently. I restrained him from eating them, so he would eat them secretly, just like a little mouse."
Luo Ning couldn't help it. He didn't have anything in his mouth, and he always felt that something was missing. The skills of those royal chefs were also too good.
Whenever Emperor Cheng Ming came, he would have his meals here and rest at night.
After Luo Ning was full, he asked Pei Ling to take him out. He didn't want to be fed dog food.
Emperor Cheng Ming asked: "Pei Ling is attentive and Ning'er can use him easily."
Concubine Lan smiled and said, "Ning'er likes him so much that he almost surpasses me, his mother."
"But I am indeed thoughtful and have paid attention to Ning'er. Thank you for your majesty's reward."
Concubine Lan always looked more delicate when no one else was around, and she was not too restrained in front of the emperor. She knew that what Emperor Cheng Ming loved most was her appearance, and she had never changed. Every time he came, it will make the emperor feel the warmth of ordinary people.
Concubine Lan sometimes thought that she didn't regret entering the palace. She was favored by the emperor, and she could be herself without pretense in the palace, not to mention she had Ning'er as her companion.
On the day she entered the palace, the emperor promised that he would always be kind to her. Even though she is no longer young, the emperor has never changed.
Concubine Lan felt that she was really lucky. After chatting with her husband for a while, she mentioned Luo Ning's birthday. He was about to turn six years old, so of course he had to make some preparations.
On the day of Luo Ning's birthday, he dressed even more festively. Concubine Lan put him in a small dress embroidered with gold threads and pearls. The fabrics were made of rare fabrics that only three pieces of tribute were paid every year. The shoes were carefully sewn by the embroiderer for a month. He felt that he was jeweled that day and weighed a lot, but in the eyes of others, this could highlight his dignity.
Emperor Cheng Ming asked the palace people to arrange a grand birthday banquet and invited all the ministers into the palace to celebrate. The ministers carefully prepared gifts. But every time at this time, everyone in the harem gritted their teeth and was extremely jealous.
Isn't he just a six-year-old child, making such a big fight?
Although banquets are held on their children's birthdays, they are not so solemn and the treatment is really unique.
Even Concubine Lan, an old woman, is no longer young, but she still has the nerve to occupy His Majesty's favor. They don't know what kind of charming tricks she used to seduce His Majesty, but he will never forget her.
When she is old enough, she should stay in Ninghua Palace, but she still has to compete for favors. Fortunately, she has a prince.
If she competed for favor now, will they have to compete for status in the future?
They are also very beautiful, why can't they compare to Concubine Lan?
She shredded the handkerchief secretly. No matter how dissatisfied she was, she couldn't show it on her face. She could only dress herself up carefully, so as to gain His Majesty's favor.
At the bottom sat the civil and military officials, Emperor Chengming sat in the high position, and the four concubines sat down in order according to their rank.
The banquet was very lively, and the ministers all said congratulations. Looking at Luo Ning's appearance, they felt happy.
Luo Ting secretly clenched his hand, his eyes dim when he saw Luo Ning holding the moon among the stars.
It's always like this, the Seventh Imperial brother is always such an eyesore. Even the gifts given by his father on his birthday are the most precious treasures in the world. The red bead bracelet offered by Nanhai has the effect of nourishing the body. Such a treasure, the eyes he gave it to the seventh emperor brother without blinking an eye.
Why?
He wanted to sneak into the camp carefully, but the Seventh Imperial brother smiled so happily and carefree, which was too dazzling. One day, he would make this man unable to laugh.
Recalling his dream, he couldn't wait to realize that day.
He locked eyes with Pei Ling, glanced at the string of beads in Luo Ning's hand suggestively, and asked Pei Ling to find a way to destroy it.
This is a precious gift from the emperor. If it is broken accidentally at this time, it will be a bad sign and his father will definitely be displeased.
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Pei Ling met Luo Ting's gaze and looked away slightly, pretending not to know. Today was the child's birthday, and such a festive day should not be ruined.
Luo Ting frowned in dissatisfaction. Pei Ling was a very smart person, so he didn't understand what he meant?
Luo Ting made several hints, but none of them were received by Pei Ling. He clenched his fists in dissatisfaction and reluctantly found an excuse. Maybe it was because there were too many people and he didn't notice, but he was definitely disappointed with Pei Ling.
Luo Ning's face turned red from the heat. The banquet finally ended and he was taken back to his room to rest. Those ceremonies were very solemn, but very tiring. The child's energy could not keep up.
He took a comfortable bath, put the most precious red bead bracelet alone, turned around and said, "brother, you haven't said happy birthday to me yet."
Pei Ling gently wiped his hair and paused for a moment. He also thought about preparing a gift for the little prince, but the little prince was surrounded by stars and couldn't find anything good. The things he made were too cheap.
Luo Ning waved and signaled Pei Ling to lower his head. He stood on tiptoes, stretched out his chubby hands, put his arms around Pei Ling's neck, and hugged him affectionately for a while.
Pei Ling hugged his chubby body and felt the warm little hands, his arms were full, and his heart felt like it was being burned by something.
Such a small person makes people worry that it will break if touched, so it should be taken good care of.
Pei Ling regretted a little. Maybe he shouldn't have come to Ninghua Palace, otherwise he would not be easily shaken.
......
After Luo Ning's birthday, and not long after his comfortable days, he heard Concubine Lan say that he was going to start enlightenment, and that he was going to the study to study with the royal brothers. The basic courses he took were also taught by the great scholars of the world.
Luo Ning's joyful mood was gone, and he was enveloped by the pressure of studying again. The free and unrestrained days in the future are definitely gone forever.
He dragged his tired little body slowly to the study, looking listless.
Pei Ling looked amused and ruffled his hair, "that's not a place for eating people. Your Highness doesn't have to be so resistant."
Luo Ning yawned, but Pei Ling didn't understand. It felt so painful to suddenly have to get up early in the morning after being used to sleeping in. It was better in summer, but it was a test in winter.
Besides, he seems to be very playful now. The thought of sitting there quietly makes him feel like there are ants crawling in his heart.
In the study room, there were only two princes who had started enlightenment like him. In addition, the companions selected by the minister and the Marquis were sitting there in rows. The short little cubs, the world of children was relatively simple, and the two little princes Although they usually feel a little sad when they hear that their father favors Luo Ning more, they don't hold a grudge that much. After being reserved for a while, they glanced at Luo Ning.
Luo Ning was stuffing a piece of milk cake into his mouth. He was very hungry, so he had made some snacks in advance. Pei Ling was by his side. It was too boring to wait beside him like this, like a shadow. When he is in class, he can do whatever he has to do, or he can go to another room and read a book.
He doesn't care if someone says it's against the rules. This is his person, so of course he should pamper him as much as possible.
Some little dumplings sat quietly for a while, then couldn't help it anymore and came to talk to Luo Ning. They envied Luo Ning, had not had much contact with him, and were curious about Luo Ning.
Although Luo Ning's head has become dull due to age, he is still much more mature mentally than a few little dumplings. He coaxed a few people to be stunned for a while, and it didn't take long for them to get closer.
Just as he was chatting about the conversation, the teacher came over. He was dressed in a simple gray long cannon. He looked like he was in his forties, his face was full of wrinkles, and he looked very serious with an unsmiling appearance.
The first thing to be taught must be the Three Character Classic, which teaches them to recognize some simple characters. They learn from the basics, but the progress is very fast. Luo Ning is not really illiterate, and he adapts well in the early stage, so it is relatively easy to learn.
But the teacher started asking them to write big characters. When they were practicing calligraphy, Luo Ning couldn't bear it anymore. His little hands didn't have the strength yet, so it was very difficult to pick up calligraphy. After writing two big characters, his arms started to get sore, and his muscles couldn't adapt. The fonts were crooked and the ink was mushy. When Luo Ning saw such ugly words, he couldn't believe that he had written them.
The most important thing is that he wonders if the child is born to be tired of learning. He can't sit there quietly for an hour. If he twists his butt, he won't want to sit on the stool all the time.
Then his attention wandered, and his eyes began to wander. He looked here and there, looking here and there, and the brush unconsciously drew circles on the paper.
Two words are shouted all over the body, so boring.
Pei Ling walked over helplessly, clasping his fingers on the table. Luo Ning's bent body immediately sat up straight again, picked up the pen and continued writing. After all, he was a man who went to college. How could he be stumped by practicing calligraphy? Everything is difficult at the beginning. It will definitely become easier once his hands get used to using the brush.
Everyone was a rookie. Luo Ning's big characters were a bit ugly, but among a group of children of the same age, he stood out. The teacher praised him with satisfaction and even singled him out for comment.
Luo Ning met the envious eyes of the other little dumplings and couldn't help but blush. He felt ashamed that he was actually competing with a group of children.
After studying the Three Character Classic, the structure of the traditional Chinese characters became more and more complex, which meant that the homework became more and more heavy. He usually could play for a while after finishing writing, but now he doesn't even have to think about it.
Pei Ling looked at him for a while and sighed, then rubbed his arms, and then scratched his face. He looked a little tired.
He went outside to get some tea. There was a young eunuch in the corner of the corridor who waved to him. Pei Ling frowned. When he walked over, a plate of pastries was stuffed into his palm. He calmly took the pastries back to the room. After breaking it open, there was a small piece of paper inside.
He recognized the handwriting as that of the third prince, and the other party finally contacted him. In just a few words, he guided the little prince to play with things, subtly aroused the little prince's indulgent temper, and provoked the little prince's relationship with his tutor and other princes, making the tutor dissatisfied with the little prince.
It seems that the third prince is also anxious and wants to make plans early.
And this was also their original plan. The little prince hated reading and had a conflict with his tutor.
When the time comes, the tutor will definitely go to the emperor to complain, and a piece of wood will slowly be carved into rotten wood. When the little prince tastes the taste of fun and rebellion, his future studies will definitely be out of control, and this person will not be allowed to leave a trace.
And as much as the emperor expects from the little prince, he will be disappointed.
Pei Ling had not cared about it before, but now there was a sense of depression in his heart. He thought of the smart and agile little prince growing up to be a dandy, his clear eyes losing their beautiful luster, and the bright pearls disappearing, and he felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
After reading the last sentence of the third prince, if necessary, in order to eradicate the root cause, no trace of poison is allowed.
Pei Ling's eyes darkened, his lowered eyelashes covered his emotions, and he lit the paper on fire.
He has indeed softened his heart, and his current thoughts are very different from his original purpose. From a rational perspective, the third prince has more means and ambition, and is the best partner to cooperate with. He should not feel betrayed, but the little prince is what he watches day and night. He will hug him and act coquettishly, call him brother obediently, and rush into his arms with trust in his eyes.
Such a lively and laughing child wants to kill the opponent's vitality, Pei Ling sneered, why did he hesitate?
He had made a decision and shouldn't regret it. Instead of letting the little prince continue to shake his mind, he should have made a firm decision as soon as possible, but it seemed that he couldn't do it anymore.
Luo Ning's body has always been strong, he eats well and sleeps soundly, and rarely gets sick. However, maybe due to the change of seasons, or sweating profusely and catching cold, his breathing is a bit heavy when sleeping, his chest is tight, and his throat is dry. The heat rises, like staying in a furnace.
Luo Ning kicked the quilt away in a daze, as if kicking the quilt away would make the heavy feeling disappear.
After cooling down for a while, he became increasingly uncomfortable. There seemed to be something blocked in his throat, and he couldn't breathe. His lips moved slightly, and his voice asking for water was inaudible.
The little eunuch on night duty was taking a nap, squatting in the corner and sleeping. Pei Ling opened the door gently, frowned dissatisfied, and woke him up. The younger the child, the more cautious he must be, and he cannot withstand the slightest mistake.
As he got closer, he heard the heavy breathing keenly. Pei Ling's expression changed. He quickly opened the unsightly bed curtain and saw Luo Ning's face clearly through the bright candlelight. Her fair face was now flushed red. His lips were dry, his brows were furrowed unconsciously, he slept restlessly, and beads of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose.
Pei Ling quickly picked up Luo Ning and reached out to touch his head. It was burning hot and he didn't know how long it had been burning.
Anger ignited in his eyes, and he shouted to the young eunuch in a cold voice: "Why don't you go and ask for the imperial doctor!"
The little eunuch was also frightened and trembling. Hearing Pei Ling's words, he ran out in a hurry.
This is the most precious seventh prince, and he is actually infected with the cold. He is responsible for keeping vigil, and he is really doomed.
He slapped himself hard twice. He was extremely scared, but he didn't dare to hide anything. He could only pray that the seventh prince was safe and sound, and that he could save his life.
Pei Ling poured a cup of warm water, fed Luo Ning bit by bit, wiped away the running water stains, touched Luo Ning's hot face, changed Luo Ning into some under clothes, and ordered someone to fetch a basin of water. The wet handkerchief kept wiping it, trying to cool down the temperature.
Luo Ning whimpered uncomfortably and tightened his fingers on the corners of Pei Ling's clothes. Pei Ling held him tightly in his arms and kept comforting him, his fingers trembling slightly.
The little prince's illness caught him off guard. Feeling the frightening body temperature, Pei Ling felt a little uneasy and forced himself to calm down.
He was still alive and kicking during the day, but why did he suddenly have a fever? Fever is not a minor illness. Many princes and princesses in the palace are weak due to fever and suffer from minor illnesses. The little prince is quiet at the moment, and his breathing is a little weak. Pei Ling's heart is pounding. Painful, he kept looking outside the door, wondering why the imperial doctor hadn't come yet.
When Concubine Lan heard the news, she was shocked. She immediately put on her clothes and ran to the side hall with the palace attendants regardless of her manners.
She snatched Luo Ning away, touched Luo Ning's little hand, and whispered in panic.
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Concubine Lan looked at her son distressedly, her eyes red with anxiety.
Pei Ling curled his fingers slightly and said in a low voice: "Concubine, your servant has sent someone to ask for the imperial doctor."
Concubine Lan suddenly raised her head and stared angrily at the servants in the room. Flustered and worried, she couldn't help but lose her temper and angrily cursed: "What do you useless trash do for food?! Why did you let the prince get sick?"
"If Ning'er is hurt, I will make all of you pay for it."
The palace maids and eunuchs were shivering and hurriedly knelt on the ground, not daring to raise their heads.
Concubine Lan glanced at Pei Ling. Pei Ling was usually responsible for taking care of Ning'er's daily life. How could Pei Ling take care of him? He didn't even notice that Ning'er had caught the cold, including the eunuchs on night duty who made the master sick. Then that's right. She ordered in a cold voice: "Go down and get forty lashes as a punishment. Next time, I won't let you go so easily."
Pei Ling gently raised his eyes to look at the feverish little prince, who was closing his eyes sadly. He wanted to wait for the little prince to get better, but the little prince was being held tightly by Concubine Lan. He could not touch him even half of the time and could not disobey. Following Concubine Lan's order, he had no choice but to turn around and walk out.
He frowned and looked at the dancing lights in the hall, feeling anxious in his heart.
The Forty Big Ban would not kill anyone, but it would still leave the skin and flesh torn. Pei Ling's face was pale, with a hint of red on his lips and teeth, and he was taken away.
The imperial doctor who hurried over examined and treated Luo Ning. Fortunately, he arrived in time and lowered the temperature, so there was no serious problem. He carefully prescribed the medicine. At this time of year, it is easy to catch a cold. They must be more careful in the future and take good care of themselves.
Concubine Lan breathed a sigh of relief, sat by the bed and stayed overnight.
Luo Ning woke up drowsily, feeling like he had slept for a long time. His eyelids were heavy, his throat was bitter, and his whole body was weak. He slowly opened his eyelashes and saw Concubine Lan sitting beside him. He murmured, "Mother concubine?"
He is very uncomfortable. He seemed to have a fever last night.
Concubine Lan hurriedly came forward and touched Luo Ning's face, "Ning'er, you're awake. Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"
Luo Ning shook his head, his mouth was too bitter, "I want to drink water."
The serving maid quickly poured a glass of warm water over and fed Luo Ning to drink it.
Luo Ning leaned on the bed and coughed: "I made you worry."
His eyes swept across the daylight outside the window. It was already dawn. It seemed that he had slept for a long time, but there was no familiar figure in the hall. It was impossible that Pei Ling was not beside him.
Luo Ning thought of something and hurriedly sat up, "where is Pei Ling?"
Concubine Lan snorted dissatisfiedly, "that slave didn't take good care of you, so he will naturally be punished."
Luo Ning was anxious. What does this have to do with Pei Ling? How is Pei Ling now? Is he seriously injured? He frowned and said: "Mother Concubine, Pei Ling has been careful enough. It was me who fell ill. I was also ill that day. It's not him who keeps vigil, so he shouldn't be punished."
Concubine Lan touched his little hand, not wanting her son to be so excited for a slave, "Ning'er, I can't tolerate any neglect of your body, not to mention that he has a great influence on you, so you should change to a slave. This palace will satisfy you. There are many minions for you to choose from."
Luo Ning was in high spirits. How could this be done? He knew that Concubine Lan was expressing her anger, but he really couldn't live without Pei Ling by his side, so he begged. Concubine Lan had always been soft-hearted towards him, so she had no choice but to agree.
Luo Ning can move now and can't wait to see Pei Ling. Pei Ling hasn't come yet, which means the punishment is quite severe.
But just as he was about to go out, the palace maid blocked him back, saying that he had a fever and could not go outside to enjoy the fresh air.
No matter how anxious Luo Ning was, he couldn't get out. He ran out willfully, and it was these palace ladies who were punished.
He turned back depressedly and asked a eunuch to inquire about Pei Ling's condition. If he was injured, he asked the imperial doctor to treat him.
The next day, Luo Ning saw the person he met. His eyes suddenly lit up. He rushed forward and carefully hugged Pei Ling's waist. He wanted to ask how Pei Ling was doing, but found that Pei Ling had no blood. His face looked even weaker, and he was afraid of being damaged if he touched it.
Luo Ning's heart clenched and he apologized, "brother, I'm sorry. It's all because of me that you were hurt."
Pei Ling stroked his cheek with her fingertips, and his body temperature returned to normal. He picked up Luo Ning, placed him on the bed beside him, and comforted him gently, "it's okay, it's not your fault. I'm happy to see you well. "
As long as the little prince is still alive and kicking, some punishment doesn't matter.
Luo Ning sat on the bed obediently and hurriedly asked Pei Ling to sit down too. If he was injured, please don't move. "You should come to see me after you recover. You should take care of your body."
Noticing that Pei Ling's eyes were bruised and black, he probably hadn't slept well at night. Luo Ning said distressedly: "Brother, you should sleep for a while first."
How could Pei Ling sleep? Even though he was very tired and his spirit was still tense, Luo Ning patted the soft couch persistently and leaned in his arms. He originally just wanted to take a nap, but unexpectedly he actually fell asleep...
In the dead of night, Pei Ling heard a knocking sound from the window. He realized something. When he opened the window, the little eunuch handed him a letter and put it in furtively. He was afraid that someone would find it and left quickly.
Pei Ling opened it and saw that the third prince had learned that the young prince was infected with the cold, and had placed a man in the imperial hospital, ordering him to secretly urge the young prince to take the medicine, taking this good opportunity to leave no trace. The little prince's body was weakened by the ground. He had already contracted the cold, and when his body became weak, no one else would suspect anything else.
Pei Ling's eyes darkened. At this time, he no longer wanted to contact the third prince. Thinking of the third prince's secret tricks, he was only worried. The little prince was a fool and sweetheart, and there was no way he could be worthy of the third prince's intention to harm him.
He couldn't stand the little prince even if he had a fever, so how could he be willing to let the other person get hurt?
But if he doesn't follow this method, it will be tantamount to betraying the third prince and standing directly on the opposite side of the third prince. All his original plans will be ruined.
Pei Ling pondered for a while. If that was the case, then he would change his support target. If the little prince he cared about most ascended the throne, then all plots and tricks would be useless.
They are all princes, why doesn't he choose the one he values?
The third prince was kind to him, but he also did a lot of things for the third prince, which was enough to offset it.
There was simply no evidence of his relationship with the third prince. No matter how angry the third prince was, he could not pose a threat to him for the time being.
Pei Ling's expression became firm. He first dealt with the little eunuch who had sent the message, and also removed the manpower deployed in the imperial hospital. There were still many secret plots, but it didn't matter, he would take good care of the little prince.
When the third prince discovered that the clue was broken, Luo Ning was still fine. When all the people assigned to Ninghua Hall had lost their message, he turned the table over in disbelief.
Who else besides Pei Ling can do this?!
Only Pei Ling knew everything about him.
Not only did this bastard fail to follow his instructions, he actually dared to betray him.
It was just a dog he raised, and it actually bit him back.
The third prince knew that Pei Ling was very smart, and Pei Ling was a valuable chess piece in his hand. This chess piece would help him remove stumbling blocks and become a sharp knife in his hand.
But now this sharp knife has given up on him, and what is ridiculous is that it has chosen his useless imperial brother.
No wonder Pei Ling was motioned to take action at the last banquet, but Pei Ling pretended not to notice. It turned out that he was just pretending to be stupid. This bastard had already had second thoughts.
The third prince was filled with hatred and anger, and a fire was burning in his heart. He wished he could kill Pei Ling. He was not only angry with Pei Ling for his betrayal, but also angry with Pei Ling for siding with Luo Ning.
He didn't understand what was so great about Luo Ning. He not only took away his father's favor, but also took away his slaves.
Why can Luo Ning get what he wants easily without doing anything?
He was unwilling to give in. It was indeed a roadblock in his life, which was already unbearable for him. If Luo Ning could not be removed as soon as possible and allowed to grow up, he is afraid it would pose a greater threat to him.
Luo Ning, Pei Ling, he will not let anyone go.
Luo Ting's expression turned sinister, and his veins were jumping. He was thinking of ways to recall the dream, trying to find useful information.
Hearing the commotion, Concubine Zhang Shu walked in, "Why are you so angry? Who made you angry?"
Luo Ting calmed down, "It's nothing, it's just that I finally met my father yesterday, but my father was thinking about the Seventh Imperial younger brother, and I was a little unhappy."
He asked with a wry smile: "Mother, in the eyes of the Emperor Father, am I so inferior to the Seventh Imperial Prince? Does it mean that no matter what I do, the Emperor Father will not care."
"Of course not. You are so excellent, how can you compare to that good-for-nothing brat." Concubine Zhang Shu touched her son's head, feeling equally indignant. She also had the same question in her heart. Her appearance was not as good as that of Concubine Lan, but she has been friends with His Majesty for many years, why doesn't His Majesty want to look at her anymore?
Jealousy was biting her heart all the time. Over the years, she no longer asked for favor, but she would never allow her son to be suppressed. Concubine Zhang Shu said seriously: "Your Majesty, the more you hate me, the more we hate you. The more you have to stay calm."
"We can endure it, and one day we will be able to repay today's humiliation."
The third prince smiled and said, "I will definitely make my mother the most noble woman in the world."
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After Luo Ning recovered, he had been bored in the room for so long and could move around freely. He couldn't wait to let Pei Ling take him out to play. Now is the time to have fun in the Royal Garden. The lotus flowers in the river are blooming, with delicate colors, red and green contrasting each other, it is the most eye-catching scenery in the imperial garden.
Luo Ning asked Pei Ling to take him to pick lotus seeds. The tender lotus seeds were crisp and delicious, especially delicious.
The illness made him less fat, and his chin could be seen on his small face. It was rare that he had a good appetite, so Pei Ling asked him to eat more.
After weighing Luo Ning's small body, which was much lighter, Pei Ling frowned, still preferring the little prince to be more rounded.