The little fairy who is about to wear a baby is pregnant again

Because of its age and disrepair, the windlass above the wellhead has long since disappeared.

If you want to draw water, you need to pull the hemp rope and lift it up little by little by manpower.

Every time he fetched water before, Ruan Ruan's palms were rubbed red.

She fixed her gaze, thought to herself for a few seconds, then untied the hemp rope and took it directly back to the eaves outside the hall. She squatted down, held the rope with both hands and turned it in the opposite direction, revealing the core of the rope inside.

A strip of cloth about a quarter of a thumb thick. It looked tattered and black. It was soaked in water and felt wet to the touch.

Ruan Ruan's eyes suddenly brightened.

She opened the strip of cloth with her fingertips, tapped it lightly and rubbed it slightly between her fingertips. Small white particles appeared. She brought it close to the tip of her nose and smelled it. The damp and moldy smell was mixed with a faint medicinal smell.

Found it, this is it.

She twitched the corners of her mouth in a small arc. The person who poisoned her had really good intentions.

Wrap the poison in the cloth and roll it into the second half of the hemp rope. In this way, when water is needed, Ning Min's hands will come into direct contact with the poison, and it will gradually penetrate into the body through the skin until his eyes gradually become blurred and blind. .

What is even more vicious is the method of drugging. The poisoned person knows that he has been tricked but cannot find the source and is unable to do anything. The condition will become more and more serious until he is completely blind.

And it seemed that the dose of medicine was quite large. The cloth strips were rotten, but the poison was still faintly visible.

Ruan Ruan's eyes flashed coldly, he really killed without blood.

The favored man of heaven fell into the abyss, lost his eyesight and lived a life of confusion. He lived in panic every day. No matter how tenacious his character was, he would probably be damaged and become cowardly.

Even if the emperor still has a trace of fatherly feelings in his heart, it is absolutely impossible for a prince with a physical disability to inherit the throne.

Kicking the hemp rope to the corner, Ruan Ruan wiped the rainwater from the corner of her skirt before slowly walking towards the inner hall.

The little man on the bed was breathing steadily. After hearing the footsteps, he suddenly got up and stumbled towards her. His purple face rarely showed a fragile look, and his voice was waxy, with the attachment of a child:

"Xiaodie, it's so cold, I'm afraid."

Ruan Ruan quickly took two steps, bent her knees and hugged him, put her arms under her armpits and caressed his back and little head, and couldn't help but soften her tone, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here, I'm here~"

"Does it still hurt? I'll give you medicine later." She said soothingly, looking at the bloody wounds on the boy's body, her face became darker and darker.

Ning Min rested his little head on the crook of her neck and said in a coquettish voice, "Where have you been? I'm fine. I'll be fine in a few days."

"I'm cold, can you sleep with me?"

Hearing the expectation in his tone, Ruan Ruan responded softly and led him to lie down on the bed.

The boy who used to want to be eight feet away from her when sleeping, now clings tightly to her arms, with his little hands wrapped around her waist and refusing to let go.

Ruan Ruan was almost out of breath, but after noticing his abnormal mood, she obediently let him hold her, patting his back gently with both hands.

Smelling the familiar and reassuring fragrance, Ning Min's tense nerves gradually relaxed, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his breathing became longer.

She remained lying on her side and searched the system store but could not find any ointment for bruises. After struggling for a moment, she exchanged it for a Baidu Bubu Pill and a Pure Body Pill.

Take half of each and crush it into powder in the palm of your hand.

The boy did not sleep peacefully and would occasionally twitch.

Ruan Ruan slowly pulled out his arm, paying attention to the changes in his expression, and carefully applied the powder on his neck, cheeks, corners of mouth and other wounds.

She was so focused that she didn't notice the boy's arms and fingers tightening at that moment.

There was a thunderstorm outside the window and the weather was gloomy.

The quilt was very hot, and sleepiness came over him. Ruan Ruandi let himself go and closed his eyes.

The wind howled, and Ning Min opened his eyes silently, and could see the hazy outline in front of him. Even so, in the dim room, the girl's superior facial features could be vaguely seen.

He couldn't see clearly, but he still stared at her with burning eyes, his eyes constantly tracing her outline.

The boy's thin fingertips gently touched her temples, a touch of enthusiasm emerged in his eyes, and he said something in his mouth: "Is it a spirit or a fairy, but it doesn't matter, as long as you stay with me. "

……

For the first time, Xiao Xiazi didn't bring dinner.

Ruan Ruan intuitively felt that a storm was coming in this cold palace.

She took out the snacks she had saved before and coaxed Ning Min to eat them. She didn't know what happened to the boy, but he had followed her every step of the way since he woke up. Even when they were sleeping, they had to hold hands.

Ruan Ruan had no choice but to endure the idea of ​​visiting the palace at night and decided to coax the little guy to sleep before taking action.

Ning Min tilted his little head, not feeling sleepy, and turned to inquire about her information, "Xiaodie, when is your birthday? Where are you from? Do you have any sisters at home?"

The original person was born on the ninth day of February in the 28th year of Yongle. There were five children in the family and they lived in lower-level counties around the capital.

It's the third day of February now, so thinking about it, the original person's birthday will be six days away.

Ruan Ruan answered casually.

"What does your family do? Did you have close friends before entering the palace? Or were you married? You..."

The little guy became more and more energetic as he talked. Ruan Ruan heard this and quickly interrupted his series of questions.

"It's late at night. Your Highness, please rest early. This will help the wound recover."

"I'm not sleepy."

"Then, how about my slave telling you a bedtime story?"

"I don't like stories."

"This is what my mother told me when I was young. Your Highness might as well listen to it first. If you don't like me, I won't talk about it. If you like it, how about you go to bed after listening?"

Ning Min smacked his small mouth twice and said reluctantly: "Okay."

Ruan Ruan raised the corners of his mouth, preparing to tell a famous bedtime fairy tale.

"The protagonist is a duke's daughter named Rilla. She has been living a miserable life under her stepmother since her mother died. Day after day, year after year, she grows up. Although Rilla works hard every day, Rilla... She becomes more and more beautiful and outstanding. One day, the prince in the palace is going to hold a dance..."

The boy originally looked languid and not very interested. Ruan Ruan was about to give up, but for some reason, his eyes suddenly lit up, and Ruan Ruan became interested again and continued:

"Rilla successfully attended the ball with the help of her fairy godmother... The prince picked up the lost glass slipper... Later, when the prince searched the country for the owner of the shoe, Rilla was locked in the room by his stepmother and sisters..."

The girl's gentle voice spoke eloquently. Ning Min listened attentively and gradually became fascinated. During her pause, he quickly asked:

"What happened next? What happened next?"

Ruan Ruan smiled knowingly. It turns out that no matter what era, children love fairy tales.

"In the end, the prince found Cinderella, and the two lived happily together! The stepmother and sister also became commoners."

"Okay, today's story is over, it's time for Your Highness to go to sleep~"