I was reborn by the emperor

Chapter 1

It rained heavily at night, greeted by lightning, thunder and thunder, before sleeping until midnight, the towering cloud pavilion leaked rain.

The raindrops were crackling, hitting the few remaining porcelain in the hall, as if trying to break people's eardrums.

Xu Lianlang got up from the bed and picked out a candlestick in the dark.

The candlelight was dim, and she couldn't see where she was going. She tripped over the threshold and almost knocked against the door frame.

She stabilized her figure, closed the lampshade, and walked quickly towards the bedroom.

Lifting the heavy two-layer curtain, Rong Pin slept peacefully on Babu's bed.

She slept very deeply, her long hair poured down, spreading all over the pillow, covering half of her frightening face, and two fine lines appeared on her brows that had been frowned all the year round, which could not disappear even in her sleep.

Xu Lianglang bent down and carefully lifted the quilt up for her.

The quilt was cold and thin, and when she touched it with one hand, the fabric became hard, and the cotton was hard in the core, piece by piece.

Looking at the medicine bowl with a gap on the case table, she belatedly remembered that Concubine Rong just drank the tranquilizing medicine brought by Nanny Zhang during dinner.

The sedative medicine is very powerful, and can keep Concubine Rong sleeping peacefully until dawn.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and a large part of the hall was wet. Xu Lianlang's indigo embroidered shoes were more than half wet when the soles were stepped on.

A flash of lightning suddenly appeared, Xu Lianlang didn't expect it, and she shivered in shock.

She looked in the direction of the side hall in horror, and her steps became bigger and bigger.

Before Xu Lianlang entered the palace, he had heard from his aunt that when Concubine Rong was still in the palace, her beauty moved the world and her scenery was boundless, especially after giving birth to the seventh prince, she was extremely favored and favored by a single family. momentum.

Wealth and wealth are sought in danger, such overwhelming wealth has also brought all sorts of dangers to the Seventh Prince.

Concubine Rong is incapable of taking care of the emperor, even though she dotes on her son, there are always times when she does not take care of her properly.

Some people are jealous and red-eyed. Jealousy breeds hatred, and jealousy breeds courage.

There was a nanny who was so bold that, under threats and lures, she deliberately forgot the Seventh Prince, who was less than three years old, at a dry well in the southeast corner of the Imperial Garden during a thunderstorm.

The prince was young and unable to save himself, so he just hugged his knees and looked at the gloomy cloud at the mouth of the well.

After the prince was found, he burned for five days and almost failed to be rescued.

After that time, whenever there was a thunderstorm, the Seventh Prince could not leave the palace.

There was endless thunder and lightning, and the streaks across the sky were chiseled from the thick clouds, splitting the night and bringing huge thunder, as if they were about to tear people in half.

Seeing the huge rain curtain pouring from the corner eaves of the corridor, Xu Lianlang gritted his teeth, and rushed out quickly with his head in his arms.

The impact of the raindrops on her body was huge, her body hurt like a needle prick, and the thunder "boomed" in her ears. She was holding a small piece of candle tightly, her fingertips turned blue and white.

Accompanied by the cold air, the autumn rain quickly soaked every inch of the bones, so that when Xu Lianlang pushed open the vermilion-painted wooden door of the side hall, his steps were a little fuzzy, his body was hot and cold, and his heart was beating wildly.

The room was dark and silent, except for her panting after running.

She didn't care about looking for the candlestick, and walked quickly to the bed based on her feeling.

The moment the lightning struck, the room was as bright as day, illuminating the little body curled up on the bed.

Xu Lianlang walked a few steps quickly, and at the last moment when the lightning disappeared, he reached out and hugged the little man who was completely hidden under the quilt.

She tried her best to keep her voice as soft as possible, bent down, and tried to pull him into her arms, "Your Highness, don't be afraid anymore, don't be afraid anymore."

She reached out and probed under the quilt, but the people in the quilt rejected her touch, frantically dodging and pushing away her hand.

As soon as the lightning passes, thunder strikes.

Because of the thunder, the breathing of the people in the quilt was suddenly stagnant, and the backs that were slightly bent because of fear seemed to be crawled with thousands of ants, densely packed, and under the clothes, there were layers of cold sweat.

At this moment of stiffness, Xu Lianlang's hands covered his ears accurately.

The rumble of thunder, through these slender and soft hands, sharply diminished.

Compared with the main hall, the side hall was in even worse condition, the roof tiles were smashed by the heavy rain.

"Your Highness, there is a rain leak in the side hall, and the quilt is all wet. Can this servant carry you to sleep on the small bed?"

There was a serious rain leak above the bed, and the raindrops slid down the cracks in the tiles and splashed between the bedding.

I don't know what was knocked down, and there was a huge shock, and the two people in the hall shrank.

Xu Lianlang didn't wait for his response anymore, he clamped his arm with all his strength, pulled the little body out of the quilt, touched it with his tentacles, but luckily the clothes were still dry.

She tried to embrace the person towards her again, and seeing that the Seventh Prince was not as refusing as before, she raised her hand to wrap around his legs, hugged his waist, and walked towards Xiaotan step by step.

The ten-year-old child is not tall, and it is as expected when hugged. It doesn't weigh much, but it is amazingly thin.

The butterfly bone on the back protrudes high, the skin and flesh on the body is very thin, and there are slender bones under the tentacles.

Xiaota was short, Xu Lianlang placed him on it, she touched it with her hands, not missing any corners, and after making sure Xiaota was not wet, she said: "Your Highness, I will find a quilt for you, let's get together for one night and go tomorrow Get someone to fix the roof."

Xu Lianlang put the small piece of candle on the candlestick, and wiped off the water stains on the candlestick with his sleeve.

The candles were short and dimly lit.

Green smoke curled up and scattered, and there was moisture in the air.

Where there is light, there is a mess.

The Seventh Prince sat on the edge, motionless, as quiet as a porcelain doll that she fiddled with.

Qing Juan's shadow was stretched very long, shaking lightly under the candlelight.

Xu Lianlang couldn't help but look back at him, this look, for no reason, made her feel a little distressed.

The loose linen pajamas couldn't cover his slender body, and the neckline was slanted to one side, exposing his collarbone under the delicate skin.The trousers were rolled up to the calves, and the delicate thumbs were pointing to the ground to find a fulcrum.

He was very disturbed, and Xu Lianlang could feel it.

He half closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling.The hands hidden in the loose robe were clenched tightly.

He usually doesn't talk much, and he doesn't like her closeness, so he should be frightened to the extreme because he let her play around like this today.

This is the second year that Concubine Rong's mother and son were sent to the Jehol Palace. In that year, the milk doll, which was made of powder and carved jade at the banquet of the Yuan Palace, was surrounded by dozens of palace people and took care of it. .

Then how did he spend the days when she didn't come to him in such thunderstorm days?

Nanny Zhang mentioned that the Ministry of Internal Affairs assigns a group of palace servants to Rehe Palace every year, but this group of palace servants have never served in Shoyun Pavilion for a long time.

Xu Lianlang smiled bluntly. She suppressed her emotions and moved the candle to the pole closest to him.

The light spread over, and under the dim candlelight, it coated his face with a layer of warm light, which greatly diluted the feeling of alienation and coldness that was thousands of miles away from others.

Xu Lianlang squatted down, took out a half-wet handkerchief from between his clothes, and gently held his ankle with his fingers.

A child's skin is the most delicate, the Seventh Prince's skin is fair, his feet are especially white and tender, his toes are round and well-built, Xu Lianlang carefully wiped off the dust on his feet with a handkerchief.

Such a touch is usually completely unimaginable.

It is the most natural thing for a maid to serve the prince to clean up, but during the two years of cold reception in the palace, the prince who was supposed to be cared for by gold and jade became cold and indifferent, unwilling to be trusted and relied on by others. Do things alone, do everything by yourself.

She has been sent to Rehe Palace to serve Concubine Rong for three days, and even the emaciated Concubine Rong has gradually gotten used to her existence, and she has served her as a person, but the Seventh Prince turned a blind eye to her, In the past, she was once regarded as a transparent person.

Let alone skin to skin contact, he never even said a word to her.

The thunderstorm eliminated the sharp edges and corners of the prince, and the eyes closed between the black hair overflowed with very light and very light water vapor, like a dewdrop in the heart of a flower in the morning sun, clear and faint.

Such a Seventh Prince looks like a ten-year-old child.

Xu Lianlang's heart skipped a beat, the hand holding his ankle moved down a few inches, the little finger inadvertently touched the sole of his foot, the fingertips unconsciously closed, the strange woman's hot touch suddenly made Lu Jieming wake up like a dream.

The soles of the feet, which were still warm, suddenly cooled down.

He suddenly withdrew his feet, the boy's strength was unexpectedly great, Xu Lianlang didn't expect it, and fell forward.

Fortunately, he supported the collapsed edge with his hands, so that his forehead didn't hit him.

Faced with Lu Jieming's sudden emotional breakdown, she was at a loss what to do, so she had to apologize, "Your Highness, it's the servant who made the mistake."

She squatted on the ground and sat next to the boy on the bed. He looked down and she looked up. The two suddenly changed their heights and looked at each other, allowing Xu Lianlang to clearly see the shadow in his eyes.

"Do not touch me!"

"go out!"

"stay away from me!"

His voice was hoarse, hissing with exhaustion, and his tightly pursed lips trembled slightly due to the excessive effort to suppress his emotions.

After he finished saying this, he quickly moved his body to the side of Xiaotaoli, and lay down with his back to Xu Lianlang.

A corner of the clothes was turned up, exposing a skinny waist, and the skin was full of small bumps that had risen suddenly due to the cold.

Xu Lianlang sighed, the prince was withdrawn, how could he accept a complete stranger so easily, she was impatient.

The rain outside gradually subsided, the thunder gradually died down, and the room became quiet, except for the sound of Xu Lianlang rummaging through boxes and boxes.

She took out the only quilt left from the cabinet.

The quilt smelled musty, and Xu Lianlang sniffed a short piece, and coughed a few times due to the smell.

Xu Lianlang's beautiful eyebrows were lightly frowned, many emotions were tumbling, and finally he helplessly put the quilt on Lu Jieming's body lightly.

He didn't hide, Xu Lianlang leaned over to look, only to find that he had fallen asleep, presumably exhausted, and finally couldn't take it anymore after this hour.

The autumn rain is continuous and intermittent, but today it is abnormal. The thunderstorm came and whizzed away. At this moment, only a few drops are left, falling from the dark clouds that have not yet dissipated.

It looks like the rain is about to stop.

Xu Lianlang wanted to go back to his west wing, but changed his mind when he saw the boy lying sideways on the small bed.

Tears spilled from the candle, and the body of the candle was so short that it was almost impossible to hold it. She took off her drenched blouse, sat on the bed, supported her cheeks with her wrists, and her eyes flickered over and over again.

If there was another thunderstorm tonight, he might not be able to sleep.

She had to stay here with him.

No matter how independent and indifferent, he is just a child who is afraid.

She searched again in the side hall, and with great difficulty found a blanket that was still dry. She wrapped the blanket around her body, moved over the small bed, folded her arms, and leaned on the edge of the small bed.

It was late at night, and I don't know how many days later, the rain finally stopped.

The rough black branches were bald in an instant, and the green and yellow leaves all over the ground and yard were circling around the tree in small whirls.

The dark clouds gradually faded, glowing like fish scales, rolling out of the blue sky.

The sun is shining brightly, but there is no temperature.

Xu Lianlang sneezed three times. She wrinkled her nose and woke up from the cold.

The blanket she had been wearing last night fell to the ground and rolled up under her feet.

Her hands and feet were numb, and the numbness became worse the more she moved, so she kept lying on her side for a long time.

She turned her face sideways, slowly recalling yesterday, when she suddenly thought of something, she suddenly stretched out her hand and touched it forward.