"Why have you been eating cold food since you were a kid?"
Luo Lan took another mouthful of porridge, and after swallowing it, he said as if talking about someone else:
"My aunt didn't like me and wouldn't let me eat at the table. After they finished eating the leftover food, it was already cold, so I just took a bite of it. I was lucky that they could have any leftovers. If not, I would be hungry, so Over time, the stomach will suffer from problems."
She talked about the original owner's experience in an understatement, but he felt sad when he heard it. It turned out that he was not the only poor person, but at least he had no worries about food and clothing when he was a child. It can also be said that he had no worries about food and clothing three years ago...
After a while, she finished her bowl of porridge, packed up the bowls and chopsticks, and sent them out the door.
After the meal, she stayed with him in the room like this. There was nothing to do anyway, so she might as well rub his arms and activate his meridians.
He looked at her pretty face and suddenly asked:
"Are you really not sent by her?"
Hearing his words, Luo Lan was stunned for a moment, then looked at him with pursed lips,
"Who is she you are talking about? Concubine Chang Guifei?"
Leng Yu half-closed his eyes, sighed with relief and nodded.
Luo Lan replied helplessly:
"Of course not. She and I don't know each other. She gave my aunt a thousand taels of silver, so I came here. Anyway, I don't have enough food and clothing at my aunt's house. Why don't I come to this palace and be the princess for a few days? , your life is better, if you live a few more days, I can also enjoy a few more days of blessings."
Looking at her calm and calm face, Leng Yu suddenly wanted to live, not for himself, but because he wanted her to live. This woman had no distractions, even when dealing with the dirty things under him. Showing a hint of disgust.
She said that such a woman was not sent by his mother. He believed that Concubine Chang would not have such a person around her. If it were someone around her, they would probably hope that he would die early. How could they care for him so wholeheartedly? .
Her clear eyes didn't look like she was lying to him.
"You...really have a way to keep me alive?"
There was temptation and timidity in his tone. He really didn't think he could survive like this.
Seeing that he was showing signs of relenting, Luo Lan hurriedly raised his head and replied confidently:
"Of course, as long as you listen to me, tell me about the foreign body in your leg, and then do as I say, although I cannot guarantee that you will stand up in a short time, I can guarantee that you will live, and Give you hope to stand up.”
She wanted to give him the confidence to live. Only when people have confidence can they defeat the disease. This is an eternal truth from ancient times to the present.
Leng Yu looked at her, a fleeting hint of surprise flashing through his dark eyes under his deeply furrowed eyebrows.
After pondering for a long time, he bit his lip and whispered to her:
"Can you help me up and sit for a while?"
"of course."
Luo Lan couldn't help but leaned forward, put one hand under his neck, put the other hand on it, lifted him up forcefully, and then took a pillow to lean against his neck. behind.
After doing this, she was out of breath. Originally, she wanted to ask Ayu and Ahou to come in and help him, but she was afraid that he would be ashamed, so she just endured the fatigue herself.
The ulcers on his face had obvious signs of improvement under the influence of her red cream, and the depths of his eyes were much clearer than before.
Luo Lan covered him with the quilt, arranged the collar of his clothes, and muttered:
"Winter is coming soon, and the weather is getting cold. I'll have to get someone to prepare the stove later, and then I'll have to prepare some thick clothes for you. You can't catch the wind and cold, otherwise you'll suffer."
Leng Yu looked at her profile, bit his lip and whispered:
"The foreign object in my leg was inserted by my father's order."
His words caused her to stop tucking him in. She felt a pain in her chest. She raised her eyes and looked at him in astonishment.
"how so?"
A sharp look suddenly appeared on Leng Yu's face, and then he said slowly:
"I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child. I followed my father on the battlefield when I was thirteen. I was awarded the title of general by my father when I was sixteen. When I was eighteen, my father gave me the palace of Prince Yu. The good days did not last long. Maybe I was too arrogant. When I was nineteen years old, I was framed for killing my father at my father’s birthday party. I should have been executed by Ling Chi, but my father felt sorry for me and ordered my legs to be crippled to leave me alive. Let me be a paralytic for the rest of my life, and the people around me are pitiful. They were all sent to Ninggu Pagoda as slaves. Now I don’t know whether they are dead or alive. It doesn’t matter what I am. I feel sorry for them!”
At this point, his face was a little distorted, his eyes were a little red, and his painful expression made people feel distressed.
Luo Lan's eyes were already wet. She could imagine the feeling of having that foreign object nailed into her leg. It must have been more painful than killing him.
She bit her lip and looked at him, not knowing how to comfort him.
He pondered for a while and then said: "I don't blame my father. I blame myself for not being calm enough in my work. I drank too much at my father's birthday banquet. Otherwise, how could I let others take advantage of me?"
"Then does your father know that someone is framing you?"
He closed his eyes tightly and shook his head in despair, "I have no chance to explain. Even my own mother doesn't believe me. What else can I explain?"
His face, which had been pale just now, suddenly became as calm as water, and there was no trace of the turmoil in his heart.
"Then who is trying to frame you?"
Her curiosity is getting stronger and stronger. Someone who dares to frame even the emperor's own son must not be a simple person.
Leng Yu's calm face suddenly showed a ferocious look, he gritted his teeth and said bitterly:
"I said it was my half-brother who wanted to harm me. Do you believe it?"
His words were like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, exploding above Luo Lan's head. She looked at him in astonishment.
"Is it possible that your brother wants to compete with you for the throne?"
She had heard stories like this before, so this was all she could think of.
Leng Yu's lips twitched, "That's right. He is the prince. I am only respected by my father and will not pose a threat to him at all. Why would he do this to me?"
At this point, his only movable head began to shake vigorously. Luo Lan hurriedly comforted him.
"Don't be like this. The way you are now will only make your condition worse and worse. I think the best way for you to get revenge on these people is to live and live wonderfully and let all the people who want you die go to hell. "
Her words calmed him down, and he raised his crystal dark eyes to look at her,
"Can I really still stand up?"
This was the first time he asked her this question. She smiled softly at him, "Yes, I said I can, I will. I, Luo Lan, never lie to others."
After saying this, she asked again:
"What is the foreign object in your leg? Was it nailed in by the emperor's order?"
"No, it's probably Concubine Chang, the concubine I have called for twenty years."
His eyes once again filled with a trace of despair, "My father ordered my legs to be broken so that I could never walk for the rest of my life. My mother-in-law was afraid that I would pose a threat to her status, so she privately ordered my two fingers to be cut off. The nails were driven into my calf, do you think she was very cruel?"
