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Yuwen Miaoyin was not in good health when she was a child, and she was prone to palpitations even if she was not excited. Both Concubine Shugui and Yu Wenzhe loved her as a baby. Children couldn't hold back their active nature, so Yu Wenzhe often carried Yuwen Miaoyin to play in the Imperial Garden .

Yu Wenzhe was also weak when he was young, thinner than his brothers. He never went out in the palace and only read from books. He was not very familiar with his brothers. Fan, Yu Wenzhe was not annoyed, he just walked around the garden with Yu Wen Miaoyin on his back, still holding a book in his hand.

Yuwen Miaoyin was louder, and his heart palpitations were better. When he went to the garden with Yu Wenzhe, the two of them walked side by side. A few brothers older than Yu Wenzhe headed by Yu Wenting saw them and ran away as if they saw something new. Come over and watch Yuwen Miaoyin endlessly, the eighth prince Yuwen Yan said, "It turns out that the little cripple can walk, and the tenth brother always carries her on his back. I thought her legs were crippled."

Yuwen Miaoyin is timid, fearful of being surrounded, grabs Yu Wenzhe's sleeve and hides behind him, Yu Wenzhe has a gentle temper, and is not annoyed when he is teased in the past, but this time he pulls Yuwen Miaoyin behind him, a pair of deep black eyes He stared round, "Who do you call a little cripple!"

The brothers didn't expect him to be angry, so they were all stunned. The prince grew up pampered. When Yu Wenyan was questioned like this, he also stiffened his neck and refused to give in. "So what I said, she will never go to the ground, I What's wrong with saying she's a little lame?"

Yu Wenzhe didn't even care to put away the book in his hand properly, the pages creaked when he held the book hard, and wrinkles appeared on the light yellow paper, he took a few steps forward and forced Yu Wenyan in front of him, "Myself My younger sister, if you want to carry it, you will carry it, why do you call her a little lame."

Yuwenyan was half a head taller than Yuwenzhe, and stronger, and he was not afraid of him, and walked forward, and the two of them were almost nose to nose, "I just said, what can you do to me?"

As he spoke, he turned to Yuwen Miaoyin and yelled, "Little cripple, little cripple, just a little cripple, the sick man carried the little cripple to the garden,..."

This is a jingle they made up for the two of them in private, and the next line is, the sick man is holding a fool's book to coax a fool.

But before he finished reading, Yu Wenzhe's fist landed on his left cheek, and punched back the second half of the jingle.

Because Yu Wenzhe was weak, his reading progress was slower than that of his brothers, so he became a person who read stupid books in their eyes.

The brothers reacted and came up to fight, but Yu Wenzhe, who had always been thin, was like a fierce little lion, and several people couldn't pull him away, even though they punched Yu Wenyan with their fists.

"You can just talk about me, I don't care about you, why do you have to say the wonderful sound!"

Yu Wenzhe was pulled away in the end, he was weak, Yu Wenyan's clothes were messed up, only there were traces of the first punch he received when he was defenseless, Yu Wenzhe's clothes were also messed up, like a little lunatic.

The servants had already found the concubines of the princes, and when they saw their concubines, they naturally stood on both sides, with the princes on one side, Yuwen Miaoyin hid behind Yuwen Zhe and stood on the other side.

Yu Wenzhe never took Yuwen Miaoyin away. Concubine Shu Gui was the first to be notified when she heard that Yu Wenzhe had fought with Yu Wenyan and rushed over. She hugged the two children in her arms and asked patiently.

Her two docile and well-behaved children in the past, now one of them has disheveled clothes, red eyes, but still fierce eyes, and the other is sobbing softly,

"Mother and concubine, they said that I was a little cripple, and that the emperor was a sick child, so the emperor went up to fight with them, and they were the ones who made the mistake first."

Concubine Shu looked at Yu Wenzhe, apparently not believing that her son, who had always been docile and calm, would be so impulsive. Yu Wenzhe pursed her lips and said in a tense voice, "My son is right, my son is already sick, so they can just talk about it, but Miaoyin The legs are clearly fine, so why do they call Miaoyin the little cripple."

Concubine Shu was stunned, and then she smiled, "Is Zhe'er complaining about Miaoyin?"

Yu Wenzhe was still like a proud little peacock, raising his head, "The mother concubine always said that Miaoyin is the only younger sister of the minister, and she should be cared for carefully. If someone says about her, I will tell that person to shut up!"