I Raised A Sick And Weak Prince

For Lu Huan, his birthday was just one of countless days of solitude and nothing special.

No one in King Ning's Mansion will remember, not even Si Yiniang. Today Lu Huan was going to deliver the medicine, and the fourth sister-in-law brought her concubine into tears and thanked her, but she did not remember that today is Lu Huan's birthday. She couldn't remember it, and it was normal. King Ning had ordered the whole government to ban Lu Huan's birthday characters. Even if she remembered it, she couldn't do anything for Lu Huan.

Therefore, Lu Huan should not have this day.

Anyway, if it hadn't been for the celebration of the East Palace every day in the capital, he himself would have never remembered it.

Birthday.

The two words that Lu Huan knew were all from the book, and from the birthday celebration of the Prince of the East Palace and Lu Yuan's birthday banquet.

Every year at Lu Yuan's birthday banquet, the mansion is very lively and the kitchen is busy.

Mrs. Ning Wang will specially prepare two things for his eldest son Lu Yuan. One is longevity noodles. A whole noodle is stacked into a bowl. After eating, drink soup, which means longevity.

The other is the peach of longevity, the top is dyed red with red paper, which means avoiding bad luck.

At this time, most of Lu Huan could only stay under the courtyard wall of Wuqing with his subordinates, waiting to receive a reward.

...

No one ever remembered his birthday, he was used to it, so he never thought that one day, when he returned from the wind and snow, he could actually see a bowl of longevity noodles quietly on the stove—

In the light of the rest of the stove, the noodles in the bowl were long and moist, the soup was thick, and there was a soft-boiled egg on top. The red and white color was about to overflow, dotted with a little green onion, steaming.

...Something illusory to unreal.

Lu Huan's throat tightened, and he subconsciously walked over, slowly holding up the longevity noodle bowl, and the warmth came from his palm, causing his eyebrows to twitch—it was not a dream!

But, is this longevity noodle really made for him...?

...How can anyone remember his birthday...

...How can someone specially celebrate him...How can someone specially give him these good things?

What is the purpose...what do you want from him...?

Lu Huan was confused and forced his somewhat chaotic breathing to calm down.

But he was holding the bowl of longevity noodles he got for the first time in his life with both hands, but couldn't help holding it tighter and tighter, feeling the warmth falling on the cold palms, and he couldn't put it down for a long time...

After a moment, he took a breath and forced himself to calm down.

He raised his eyes and looked around the kitchen, and was startled again.

I just saw the rabbit lamp under the eaves and this bowl of longevity noodles. was so shocked that noticed at this time--

A few days ago, the messy piles of firewood he had thrown in the corner of the kitchen, which might stumble, were neatly piled up and placed in the corner.

And, because of typhoid fever a few days ago, and the little dirt on the stovetop that I had to clean up in the future, all of them have been cleaned up, and even the pots and pans have been renewed and stacked together.

The whole kitchen is not known who cleaned it, and the food is strung up and hung on the wall. It seems that it is not much worse than the large kitchen of King Ning's Mansion.

Lu Huan felt something like a premonition, holding the longevity noodles in his palms, turned and walked out, took off the shaky rabbit lamp under the eaves, carried the lamp in his palm, and walked towards the entire chai courtyard.

Only then discovered that, at some point in the periphery of the bamboo forest, some of the protruding branches that might trip him had been dealt with. There is an extra cold shelter on the chicken shed. I left in a hurry this morning. I didn't go there and didn't find it.

In addition.

Lu Huan picked up the lamp and returned to the room with his face in his hand, trying to find more traces of the person's visit, but he found out that he opened the closet and found that his robe was sewn.

The stitches were fine and dense, and the animal skin was sewn onto the original robe snugly. It looked extremely warm. It seemed that he had tried to sew but failed, so the man specially helped him.

Lu Huan's dark eyelashes trembled lightly.

One pile, one by one, what on earth?

It is not easy to make a bowl of noodles, and putting on a rabbit lamp is more like treating him ingeniously. In addition, that person was so careful, doing so much for him from the kitchen to the bamboo forest to the clothes. For the first time in life, someone treated him like this...

He sat at the table with mixed emotions in his heart. Wiped the rabbit lamp carefully with his sleeve, and after looking at the vividly grazing rabbit on it for a while, he placed it carefully on the table.

He put the longevity noodles in front of him, picked up the chopsticks, and stared at the longevity noodles for a long time. The heat fell on his face, a real and gentle touch.

These are good things he never got.

He had never encountered this kind of luck in his life.

Although I can't understand the purpose of that person, why he would give this to himself, why he never showed up, and why he hasn't shown any intention to ask for it until now.

Was it out of teasing or something else?

After all, after a little bit of falling into the net, the talent will be exhausted.

... But this bowl is still of great significance to his fourteen years of desertedness and loneliness.

So this time, he couldn't just pour the longevity noodles into the stables unmoved like the last time.

He stared at the bowl of longevity noodles, took out the silver needle from his arms as always, and tried again to see if it was poisonous——

Non-toxic.

Seeing that there was no change on the silver needle, although there was no expression on his face, his dark eyes shone imperceptibly with a little light.

He held the noodle bowl in his palm, slowly lowered his head, took a sip of the soup, then picked up the noodles with chopsticks, and finally took a bite.

With the warmth in his stomach, the light in his eyes turned a little bit more brilliance.

...

Suxi outside the screen didn't know how complicated and chaotic the mood of the game villain was. From her point of view, it was the cubs who were stunned in the kitchen!

Then went out and was shocked by the changes in the bamboo forest and chicken shed again!

After returning to the house, was shocked again by the animal skin robe--!

When he was stunned, the whole picture was frozen, a small figure clenched his fist and motionless! Very at a loss!

Suxi: Puff Ha Ha Ha Ha, I'm almost killed by Meng.

Immediately, Suxi saw Zai Zai sitting at the table again. Although he was still vigilantly testing whether it was poisonous with silver needles this time, the difference from the last time Mei Cai Kou Po was that he finally ate it this time. .

saw the little man on the screen holding a bowl the size of his head, sucking noodles in small mouthfuls, and the buns swelled up.

Very delicious!

Suxi's inner groundhog screams-ah ah ah, the character production of this game is too cute!

...

At this time, there was snow and wind outside the firewood house, and a yellow rabbit lamp inside the firewood house. The door was not closed. The little man sat alone at the table, holding a bowl and eating longevity noodles. Suxi held his face outside the screen and watched quietly, unable to help but cut the screen.

There was a feeling of satisfaction in her heart suddenly.

This kind of satisfaction does not come from watching the cub being bullied by the subordinates from the beginning, to now finally have a yard, and the sense of gaining being able to dress and eat and eat——

Of course, this sense of acquisition from nothing makes Suxi quite satisfied.

But what made her even more addicted was that she saw with her own eyes that Cub was like a very vigilant hedgehog covered with prickles, and now he finally unfolds himself a little bit, and has such a lost trust in himself... …

This makes her nose sore.

Of course, the hedgehog cub still has many worries, many precautions, and the soft belly cannot be ruated by himself at once, but Suxi is not in a hurry. The day will be long and she can continue to play this game!

... She felt that because of this unique game villain, she was addicted to this game.

...

After Lu Huan had eaten the longevity noodles, he went to check the chicken shed that had been transformed. He had to say that after being secretly helped to transform the chicken shed, the chicken shed was indeed much warmer, and the chicken eyes were visibly lively.

And Lu Huan went back to the house and secretly wrote down this day--

He always felt that the time when the person appeared seemed to be traceable. Each time it seemed to appear once every two days and one night, and every time he appeared, he was asleep or when he was out.

In other words, the other party doesn't seem to want to see yourself head-on?

Lu Huan stared at the drunk noodle bowl, he brought it back to the house and put it on the head of the bed-he knew he was too passive like this.

The opponent appeared casually, but he didn't know anything about him.

I don't know the identity of the other party, and even the time of the other party's appearance cannot be clearly determined, and even more can not understand how the other party can come and go freely in King Ning's Mansion without touching the traces set by him.

The other party is really mysterious.

But in any case, I must find a way to find out who that person is. Not just because he didn't know the identity and purpose of the other party, this sense of passivity made Lu Huan's heart in crisis.

It's even more because that night, he got this bowl of longevity noodles from the other party that he will never forget.

For the first time in his empty life, he received such a gift.

He wanted to know who that person was, and wanted to see that person, no matter what his purpose or identity he was. If you use and play with yourself, you will...

Lu Huan brows lightly.

In the silent night, he clenched the sewn, warm robes in his hands.

He suddenly turned over and got out of bed, walked to the table in his thin shirt, spread out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and wrote a few words on the paper:

--"who are you?"

Who on earth suddenly broke into his life like stagnant water.

After writing, he dried the handwriting and pressed it with ink to prevent it from being blown away by the wind.

He looked up at the boundless night and heavy snow outside the window, his expression gloomy under the candlelight. He was not sure whether he would see it and answer when he came back.