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He must have been a good boy when he was young, to have restrained all his malice. But now, he was a bad boy, struggling and making a ruckus.

He would wake up in the middle of the night and shake me out of my stupor. "Zhiqiu, I suddenly want to eat Soup Dumplings. You made them yourself."

The others thought I was being too dainty, so they asked the cook to prepare the dishes in the middle of the night. Then they carried them to the small restaurant and boiled the dumplings one by one in the water.

I don't think much of him anymore, really, all of it.

He said, 'Zhiqiu, I want to eat your dumplings, so the palace made such a mess for him that he was too embarrassed to say that he wanted to eat them. He gave the order to make a bowl of dumplings for Fengyi, but when he sent it over, he fell asleep with his head on the side.

The boiling water boiled the dumplings, the water bubbled, and the steam rose to the surface.

Like a curious child, he blinked at me over the table. His black eyes seemed very far away.

I rubbed the last of the dumplings down and wiped my hands with a wet towel.

The Soup Dumplings floated up very quickly. Then, it would be cooked.

He scooped a few and put it in his bowl. "Eat quickly. Eat well and sleep early." Tomorrow he would have to get up in the morning and come back to the devil again.

"I really can't bear to eat it." He took the spoon and scooped up the dumpling and looked at it like that.

I don't understand. As an emperor, what does he want to eat? It's just an order.

But I really didn't have the strength to care about him. I was so tired that I was about to collapse.

He was sick and wouldn't let me feel better, and he didn't go anywhere else. He came straight back and fell on the bed, and the first thing he said was, "Zhiqiu, I feel so bad."

Who didn't feel bad about being sick? Serves him right to refuse to take medicine.

No wonder he said that he would use medicine to torture me to death.

He didn't even have the strength to look at it for as long as he liked. I climbed onto the bed and tiredly lay down.

After a while, he also came up and hugged me from behind. He whispered softly into my ear, "Zhi Qiu, when I was young, I was sick, so the medicine I drank was inexhaustible. Whatever I want to eat, it's not allowed. I actually don't want to eat Soup Dumplings, I just want to take a look. Xia Juntang was sick, he said he suddenly wanted to eat Soup Dumplings, his mother concubine would cook Soup Dumplings for him when he woke up in the middle of the night. My mother will never do this for me. She requests me to grow up and to have the ability to do so, sometimes not even when I am sick. Do you understand? "

I think I understand.

He turned and looked at his fine features, his dark eyes half closed, not allowing me to see the past in his eyes. I said softly, "I'm not complaining. It's good that you like it."

So it turned out that his growth was also due to his unhappiness.

His childhood was so simple and boring. He had to learn many things, learn how to be indifferent, learn how to be capable, learn how to stand out among his brothers.

"What about you?" He hugged me to make us feel closer.

I thought about my past and softly said, "My family's not well off, but my mother was always good to me. She said that I had talent for the zither, and I also liked it, so she spent all her savings and even sold a few acres of land that my father had left behind for me to learn. "She never forced me to do anything. I loved playing in the spring, playing in the mud until I came back, and also in the summer, chasing the wind in the fields, chasing the flying flowers and the colorful butterflies, picking up the fruits in the autumn, sneaking out in the winter to watch the other children play with the snow."

"That's great." He said softly, "I have never allowed such things to happen. No matter if it is spring, summer, autumn or winter, I can only study hard, learn how to handle certain matters, and even train in martial arts. In short, there is not a day when I am free and sick enough to have my medicine injected and opened, so I have to do what I need to do. Occasionally, one day, see our living hall has a white rabbit, I can't help but run out to play for a while, very cute rabbit you know? White, soft, red eyes and long ears, when I touch it, it obediently on the ground. At dinner, there was nothing on the table but a plate of rabbit meat. The Queen Mother told me that you are not an ordinary child. You are a prince, and if you are not outstanding now, you will have nothing left in the future. I didn't understand why, but I ate the rabbit meat piece by piece. "

At this point, he stopped talking. With a slight movement of his body, he buried his body on my shoulder.

My heart softened, and I took his hand in mine. "I like rabbits, too," I said.

He chuckled as he hugged me tighter. "Zhiqiu, I like you more and more. I don't want you to get hurt, but I want you to be by my side. Zhiqiu, you have to be good to me forever, do you understand?"

I still have to take things a step further. However, at this moment, I don't know anything. His words have penetrated my heart.

He has said many times that he likes me, but my heart has never been as steady as this time.

I believe he likes me.

Trust him, and give him the right to hurt me.