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In the early autumn of the year of Fengchao Kingdom, the Crown Prince's Feng Mochen was personally appointed to the Rain Kingdom to congratulate the new Emperor on his ascension to the throne.

Floating near the capital, on Nanping Street, was the only way to reach the Rain Kingdom.

The streets were wide and flat, filled with traffic. Small vendors could be seen standing amidst the traffic as they loudly shouted. It was bustling with noise and excitement.

"I heard that there's a plague in Luo City. Did this kid escape from there?"

"A lot of people died from the plague this time. It's best to stay away from this kid."

A petite boy lay motionless on the ground in the crowd by the roadside. No one dared to approach him even half a step.

The boy was dirty, and the loose purple robe seemed out of place on him.

A horse carriage slowly moved forward. As it passed by the crowd, the carriage's curtain was lifted, revealing an extremely handsome face. She frowned and called out softly.

"Stop the car."

The carriage stopped at the side of the road with a sound. One of the two young masters wearing embroidered clothes got off the carriage, causing the eyes of the passersby to light up.

Yo, which family's young master is this? Each one is more handsome than the other!

The blue-clothed man had sharp eyebrows, straight nose and lips, bright and profound facial features, and on his belt hung an expensive piece of jade. His status couldn't be underestimated.

As for the person standing beside him, even though he was half a head taller, he had a face full of spring wind and had picturesque looks.

Just as everyone was in a daze, Feng Mochen stepped forward and walked into the crowd. She raised her eyebrows in surprise and asked, "What plague are you talking about?"

As she spoke, her eyes swept across the crowd and saw a boy who looked to be about seven or eight years old lying on the ground under the wall. His face was slightly pale, and he looked extremely delicate.

Once he asked, no one dared to make a sound. After all, if this matter were to spread, it would only cause more panic and unease.

"He's not infected with the plague."

The man in the blue shirt had an indifferent expression. With just a glance, he could tell that the boy on the ground wasn't infected by the plague.

Feng Mochen glanced at him with a bright smile on his face and raised a finger, "Little Su Su, let me give you a big praise."

Liu Su was her royal physician and bodyguard, but his personality was cold and he wasn't good at words.

He was used to her odd behavior.

Feng Mochen withdrew the smile on his face and turned to look at the boy on the ground. A pair of pitch black eyes focused on her as she walked over and squatted beside her.

At this time, her eyebrows were slightly raised, "You, why are you here? Where's your dad and mom? "

The boy looked at the man in front of him with a composed expression. His dark eyes flashed and he said in a quiet voice: "They … "Dead."

His voice contained a trace of immaturity, and even he felt shocked.

Dead?

Hearing that Feng Mochen felt that he was too pitiful, a burst of kindness ran through her heart, "Why don't you follow me! I'll protect you in the future. "

After all, she was too good-looking. She couldn't bear to leave him here, living and dying by himself.

The boy pursed his lips but didn't answer. He just stared at her.

Without waiting for a reply, a great curse came from afar.

"You little bastard, I've finally found you. This time, I'm going to catch you and skin you alive."

Hearing her, Feng Mochen slowly turned her head, only to see a few tall perspiring men approaching menacingly from the end of the alleyway, each of them wielding a wooden stick. A fierce man walked in front of her, standing directly in front of her.

"Pretty boy, get out of my way, don't get in my way!"

"Impudent!" "Who are you, to dare to treat us like this is too..."

Seeing the fierce man being so arrogant, the Gui beside the Feng Mochen went forward to question him. Before she could even finish speaking, she stopped him with a glare, and could only step back to the side.

It's not easy to reveal your identity when you're away.

"This child is yours?" Feng Mochen raised her eyebrows and asked.

The man was stunned for a second before he replied, "No."

"Heh, even you can't give birth to such a beautiful child." The Feng Mochen mocked.

Hearing this, the fierce man was enraged, but seeing how handsome she was, if he caught her and gave her back to the old master, he would have done a great service for her.

A vulgar smile appeared on his face. "Look at you, you're quite pretty. Your face is so white and tender. Why don't you come back with me for our old master to love you?"

"Really? That will depend on whether you have the ability or not."

With that, he clenched his hand into a fist and took the opportunity to punch the fierce man in the nose.

"Ah …" The fierce-looking man didn't pay attention to this for a while. He was beaten up to the point where his nose was broken and blood flowed out of his nose as he wailed in pain.

Hiss, hitting him hurt, and also hurt himself. Feng Mochen hurriedly rubbed the back of her hand.

Lying on the ground, the boy watched Feng Mochen's every move. His dark eyes shone with a mysterious light.