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The weather in the beginning of spring, with a hint of winter chill.

A maid was wrapped in a jacket, holding a wooden plate in her hand, and on the plate was a white porcelain soup bowl. The soup in the bowl was dark, and it looked like soup medicine.

The room she entered was empty and empty. The room looked big, but there was nothing there. It was deserted as if no one lived in it.

But the maid went to the bed and opened the curtain, and there was clearly a child about ten years old lying inside.

"Fifth prince, wake up, drink the medicine."

She was obviously just a maid, but her tone was very indifferent and disrespectful, as if this person was not the fifth prince she mentioned, but a beggar on the street.

The Fifth Prince was woken up, his body huddled in a ball under the quilt slowly opened, from sideways to lying flat, his eyes opened, revealing the obsidian-like pupils inside.

He sat up slowly, but the maid became impatient. Before he could sit still, she took the soup bowl from the plate and stuffed it into the fifth prince's hand. The soup splashed out and landed on the hard surface. Years old, early can not see the original embroidery on the quilt.

The fifth prince didn't feel any anger or fear because of the maid's disrespect, he just obediently opened his lips that were too pale due to illness, and poured down the soup with his neck raised.

The maid took the soup bowl and turned her head to leave. The fifth prince watched her leaving back, his pretty face wrinkled into a bitter gourd.

This medicine is really too bitter...

The Fifth Prince wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and was about to lie down, when he heard noises outside the room.

He listened carefully to the voices outside the room with his ears upright, and recognized that one was the eleventh prince and the other was the eighteenth prince.

The cold and pain from the icy rain was still vivid in his mind, the fifth prince shivered subconsciously, and quickly wrapped himself up in a quilt, for fear of making any noise that would make the eleventh and eighteenth princes notice him.

But the eleventh prince and the eighteenth prince obviously didn't want to let him go, they chased and fought and ran to the door of the fifth prince's room, one of them kicked open the door with a "bang", leading a long line of maids and eunuchs They filed in.

"Hey, get up!" The eighteenth prince jumped onto the bed of the fifth prince, bouncing on him.The fifth prince was trampled on his leg by him, he couldn't pretend to be asleep anymore, and kept shrunk to the corner in pain.

"Drag him out quickly! Let him play with us!" The eleventh prince commanded two powerful eunuchs to drag the fifth prince out from the corner.They were very strong. When the fifth prince was dragged out of the bed, he fell off the bed and hit his head heavily on the ground.

The fifth prince burst into tears in pain, but he didn't dare to cry out the pain, and he didn't dare to cry, so he could only squeeze his mouth tightly.

He cried once, but was slapped by the eunuch and left in his room starving for three days and three nights.

Then I didn't dare anymore.

The eleventh and eighteenth princes ran out holding the wooden swords in their hands, while the fifth prince was shoved by the eunuchs and staggered behind.

The eleventh prince ran behind a rockery, took out a stick-shaped object from the hole, and threw it to the eighteenth prince.

The Eighteenth Prince looked at him strangely, "What are you doing for me?"

"I picked this up at the door of Lao Jiu's room yesterday. It's the first time I've seen it. Do you know what it is?"

"Father gave him something again?!"

"I don't know, isn't this for you to take a look at?" The Eleventh Prince curled his lips, "I really don't know what's so good about Old Ninth, Father just likes him so much."

The Eighteenth Prince said, "Don't worry, his mother and concubine are dead, and he won't have a good life soon. When the time comes..."

The Eighteenth Prince pouted into the room, "It's just like this thing."

The Eleventh Prince said, "It's still a bit different. Lao Jiu's mother concubine is a noble concubine after all. When his mother concubine died, he was just a concubine."

The Eighteenth Prince said, "Let's make a bet."

The Eleventh Prince said speechlessly, "What are you betting on? Quickly see what this is."

The Eighteenth Prince then took over the wooden stick, looked at it carefully, and shook his head, "I haven't seen it before."

The Eleventh Prince snatched Heibuliuqiu's wooden stick back excitedly, and said, "So! This is a new thing! I want to show it off with Thirteen and the others!"

The two new young eunuchs behind them wanted to cover their mouths and snigger, but were glared at by the old eunuch next to them.

It turned out that the novelty in their hands was actually a charred piece of wood, probably dropped out by a careless servant when moving things, and dropped at the door of the Ninth Prince, only to be picked up by the Eleventh Prince.

The wooden stick was about half the length of an arm, and three fingers thick. When the two princes held it, they were stained with black ash, making their hands black.

"Do you think it hurts to hit someone with this stick?"

The Eighteenth Prince asked curiously.

"You'll know if you try it." The eleventh prince rolled his eyes in a circle, and the eunuchs and maids were all silent, lowering their heads and not daring to speak.

"You can't beat them, and you will be scolded again if the queen mother finds out." The eighteenth prince muttered, "brother, the queen mother said that the father is going to make you the crown prince soon. You must pay attention to your words and deeds, and don't make any mistakes."

The eleventh prince frowned, "Tsk, trouble." Suddenly thought of something. "It's fine if we don't do anything."

"what?"

The eleventh prince took the stick and walked up to the fifth prince who had been silent all this time, and handed the stick to him, "Hey, come here."

The fifth prince looked at the dark stick in front of him, not knowing what to do.

If he doesn't listen to the Eleventh Prince, I'm afraid he will be thrown in the rain again in the cold and won't let him go back.But if he listened to the words of the eleventh prince and really beat up these eunuchs and maids... I'm afraid he will not have an easy life in the future.

After all, it's not easy now. Although he is a prince, there are more than 20 princes in the palace. As long as he doesn't die, no one cares about his life.

"Hey, hurry up, what are you doing!" The eleventh prince poked the fifth prince's arm vigorously with a wooden stick.

He was very strong, and the fifth prince was a little hurt when he poked it. Seeing that he hadn't responded, the eleventh prince was getting stronger and stronger.

The fifth prince finally couldn't take it anymore, subconsciously bent his arms.

As a result, one end of the stick hit the Fifth Prince's palm.

A lot of the charred black ash fell off when the Eleventh Prince poked it just now, revealing the inside of the wooden stick that was not completely burned, and also exposed the burrs inside.

With this stab, the burr pierced into the fifth prince's palm, and the blood stained the wooden stick almost instantly.

The eleventh prince was startled when he saw the blood, and quickly let go of his hand, the wooden stick fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

The old eunuch hurried forward and said, "Oh, the blood has to be stopped, and the wound needs to be bandaged."

"Hurry up and take him away! What a bad luck!" The Eleventh Prince took two steps back and said again, "You are not allowed to talk about this!"

Several people responded quickly.

The emperor has many heirs, and the five princes have never even seen the emperor's face since they were young, but the emperor is indifferent to some sons, but he doesn't like their brothers to fight - at least give me a good face in the face, so as not to lose the face of the royal family.

So although the eleventh prince bullied the fifth prince a lot on weekdays, he really couldn't see anything serious happening to him.

In fact, poking such a small wound is not a big deal at all, but unfortunately, something happened in the palace a few days ago. A maid in the imperial dining room accidentally scratched her hand while chopping vegetables. I thought it was a small wound. People cared, but after a few days, the wound became inflamed and filled with pus, and the maid died.

As soon as this incident happened, the palace also paid more attention to these small wounds. The eleventh prince was afraid that the fifth prince would do the same.

The fifth prince was brought back to the bedroom, the wound was cleaned and bandaged, the eleventh prince and eighteenth prince did not come to his courtyard again, after the dressing was finished, the eunuchs and maids also left, and he was the only one left in the huge courtyard.

Because he is not favored and has no money, the maids and eunuchs who nominally belong to his palace are usually not here, but they are chasing other concubines or princes, waiting for a chance to be transferred out.

The Fifth Prince huddled under the quilt, which was damp and hard, and it was not warm no matter how he slept, and the wound on his left hand throbbed constantly, which made him sleep unsteadily.

The wooden stick was casually thrown on the ground when the old eunuch brought him in. The fifth prince looked at the wooden stick for a while, and suddenly felt that the wooden stick was lonely and pitiful. After thinking about it, he got up and used the wooden stick. A piece of cloth was wrapped and placed on the bedside.

The fifth prince retracted into the quilt and lay down again, and it took a while before he slowly fell asleep.

In a daze, he felt as if someone was sitting beside him.

The man was humming an unknown tune, which seemed strange and familiar, like the warm sun in early spring suddenly splitting the cold winter, bringing a refreshing spring.

The fifth prince fell into a deep sleep.

After an unknown amount of time, he gradually came to his senses, and the moment his thoughts bordered on this world, he heard that unknown tune again.

"What kind of song is this..."

He subconsciously muttered something.

The sound stopped suddenly.

Originally the sound was not loud, but because it kept ringing in my ears, I couldn't detect it faintly.As a result, it stopped suddenly, but it was very obvious.

This movement made the Fifth Prince sober up. He wanted to open his eyes in a daze. Before he had time to adapt to the bright light in the room, he heard the maid's heavy footsteps gradually approaching. He pushed the door heavily and walked in. before bed.

The Fifth Prince finally opened his eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, he saw that the maid who was acting fierce every time she came to deliver the medicine suddenly seemed to be frightened by something, and she fell to the ground.

The bowl flew into the air, and the soup splashed out.

But for some reason, there was some invisible force that gathered the soup, and poured him back into the bowl, and the bowl also flew towards the bed slowly, and landed in a hand with clear knuckles and delicate skin like jade .

It was a young man in white, with handsome eyebrows and a smile on his mouth.

He gently handed the medicine to the fifth prince, and said with a smile, "This song is called "No Name."

The fifth prince took the soup in a daze, and looked at the handsome young man in front of him in a daze.

He murmured, "Why... is it called Nameless?"

The young man smiled and said, "Because I created it suddenly last night, so I don't have a name yet."

The window behind the boy was open, and the weather was getting warmer today, and before he knew it, a tree of peach blossoms had blossomed.

A gust of wind blows, the peach blossom branches tremble slightly, shaking off the rain of flowers all over the sky.Some pink peach blossoms fell on the brown-black wooden window frame, and some pink petals floated into the room and fell into the boy's hair.

In this pink lingering beauty, the young man is as beautiful as a distorted picture scroll.

That was the first meeting that the five princes would never forget in their reincarnations.

The author has something to say: Kang Zhuang: Put P, ​​you don’t remember anything

Feng Yizhen: Hey, you're swearing.

Kang Zhuang: Oh, really?

Feng Yizhen: I want to report!Just now Kang Zhuang collapsed in an instant

Kang Zhuang: It's not my fault

Feng Yizhen: Whose fault is that?

Kang Zhuang: The collapse of character design is of course the author's fault

Feng Yizhen: ...