famous concubine

Chapter 632 Listening to the Story (2)
The master's praise is probably too high to elevate the first prince, so high that he is blindly arrogant, and can't see where his feet are on the ground, right?
"Suddenly one day, my father established me as the prince according to the rules of the ancestors; I heard later that when I was appointed as the prince, there was a fierce dispute among the ministers; half of the people thought that the elder brother Talented and intelligent, Dongsheng will be more prosperous in the future if Dongsheng is in his hands. The other half insists that the ancestors' laws and regulations cannot be abolished, and the successor should be relegated, and only if relegation dies can one become a virtuous person."

Feng Luo suddenly smiled sneeringly, this smile was also shallow, looming in his deep eyes, a bit mocking and a bit helpless focused on his unrestrained and introverted handsome face.

When the girl saw his cold smile, her heart tightened for a moment.

"Father finally complied with the minister's proposal and made me the crown prince. But since then, the elder brother's treatment of me has obviously changed; of course, this change is only a change I feel in my heart. On the surface, he still has the same relationship with me. Play with your arms."

Children's minds are simple and direct, but their feelings are often more sensitive than adults.

Dongfang Yu was silent in her heart, she knew that Fengluo was not lying, although a three-year-old child might not be able to distinguish many things, but he could easily tell whether a person was sincere or false to him.

"At that time, I just felt strange and didn't understand why he changed suddenly, but I still regarded him as the best brother in my heart; one day, he secretly asked me to play in the cold palace."

"Lenggong?"

Dongfang Yu's heart suddenly jumped wildly, and the blood in his whole body seemed to stop flowing because of this word, and his body felt cold for a while.

When Feng Luo mentioned this word, his expression was also very strange, his eyes were full of repulsion, and there was even boundless fear and pain of embarrassing memories.

The girl lowered her head slightly, her gaze lightly swept across his fingers holding the teacup, and those exquisite jade-like fingertips trembled slightly.

"Of course, not everyone can enter a place like the Lenggong casually." Feng Luo pursed her lips and took a deep breath, as if to force down the fear floating in her eyes. With a wry smile, he said slowly: "Brother Dahuang seems to be very familiar with that place. When he took me in, no one noticed that we quietly crawled into the cold palace, and the process went so smoothly that it is doubtful."

"I will never forget that day, the sky above my head was gray, and the dark clouds looked down on me mercilessly like a huge monster; Brother Dahuang took me to a big tree deep in the cold palace. It bears a lot of fruit, and he said that his palm is injured and he can't climb the tree, but he wants to eat the fruit on it."

"I quickly climbed to the tree, picked a few big and plump fruits, and was about to slide down to give him to eat; when I looked back, he was standing on the tree branch, his eyes were full. The fire of hatred stares at me."

Feng Luo closed his eyes, he was afraid that if he opened his eyelids, the resentment and fear inside would frighten the girl; or the girl might not be frightened by this, but would definitely look at him with sympathy and pity; he didn't need pity from others , especially hers.

"He said that he had already chosen the tomb for me, which is the dry well below, and the wild fruit I just picked would be his funeral for me. As soon as he finished speaking, when I was still ignorant, he suddenly revealed The sinister smile slowly broke into a smile."

"At that moment, I suddenly felt that he was laughing terribly. Afraid, I put those wild fruits into my pocket and hid them. I was still thinking about giving them to him; When I was hiding the wild fruit, he showed me a cold smile, then shook the branch vigorously, watched the branch break, watched me cry out in fear, and watched me with the branch Fall together into the dry well below."

Feng Luo slowly opened his eyes, and the water in the deep eyes trembled for a moment.

Dongfang Yu's heart tightened as he looked at it, all kinds of feelings flooded his heart in an instant as his eyes flickered.

"The dry well was a full two feet deep. When I fell down, I immediately fell into a coma. Maybe I didn't deserve to die. I hugged the branch tightly and fell into the well with me..."

Feng Luo's eyes were relieved from the pain, but suddenly there was hatred all over the sky, the eyes were as cold as snow, but there were flames clustered into fire in the eyes.

The Oriental language is silent, the palace is strife, brothers fight against each other, there is never a shortage of innocent victims.

It's just two children who are a few years old, because they were born in the royal family, they will inevitably become the killers of the imperial power, whether it is the five-year-old prince who used to be a knife, or the three-year-old prince who was killed by a knife; There will always be nothing but hatred and struggle for power, and there will be no brotherly innocence in the long years of life in the future.

"At that time, the weather was as cold as it is now, the wind was blowing, and occasionally a few withered yellow leaves hovered over the mouth of the well. I don't know how many days I was in a coma. I only knew that I was very cold. When I woke up When I came here, it was dark all around, even the palm-sized round sky above my head was dark, I burst into tears, but my voice was hoarse, and it couldn’t reach the mouth of the well.”

Dongfang Yu sighed in his heart, even if the sound reached the mouth of the well, it would be of no avail. Who would have thought that the prince would fall down the well, and it would be in a dry well in a deserted palace. The snow is hard to invade, even if you see death, even if it is a child, there will be no one to help.

Even if someone heard the cry, at most they thought it was the sound of a lingering soul. At that time, no one would approach the dry well, and his crying would only make people farther away from the dry well.

I can't imagine how a three-year-old child survived in a dry well.

Feng Luo seemed to be able to see through her thoughts of Fuyou's compassion, Jun Chou showed a sad sneer on his face, and said: "Afterwards, I cried until my voice was hoarse, and I couldn't make a sound anymore, so I stopped crying, because God refused to kill me, The branch that fell into the well with me still had fruits and leaves on it, and there was no water, but these things contained water. I relied on the branch that almost killed me and survived tenaciously. The fruit I ate it all, and there were still leaves. At the beginning, I didn't know how to save, because I was afraid, so I kept eating."

Dongfang Yu lowered his head, and reached out again to pick up the cold Yunshan Wusong tea. Although the bitter taste was uncomfortable, the aftertaste was endless.

A three-year-old child who is not insane in a dry well and can divert his attention by eating is already a good performance.

"The fruits and leaves with water content will be chewed up by me soon." Feng Luo's eyes were full of longing and confusion, but in the semi-dark arc shadowed by the long eyelashes, there was an unforgettable fear floating faintly.

(End of this chapter)