Fleeing from famine! A rough hunter has a fox husband

But he couldn't bear to do so, as he hadn't yet gotten Nuo'er back.

In a trance, Song Zhen's eyes flashed with the appearance of Shen Nuoer from childhood to adulthood, and she seemed like a soul accompanying him.

Watching him grow up happily, Shen Nuoer, who has parents and a neighbor brother, is happy.

But his happiness disappeared in an instant when he was fifteen years old.

Song Zhen's soul floated nearby, watching Shen Nuoer being bullied, watching him gradually become speechless, becoming demented, and finally even losing the will to live.

"Noer, I was wrong..."

Song Zhen watched all this happen. There was no way to change it. No one could save this poor child.

They could only watch him die in that shabby thatched hut, and this time, Shen Nuo did not show up.

Song Zhen watched as the people of Shenjia Village threw Shen Nuoer's body into the mountains, where it was eaten by jackals, tigers and leopards.

Song Zhen could only watch it all in agony. He was angry and roared, but in the end, he could only look at the bloodstain with tears streaming down his face.

The pain in her heart spread throughout her body, and Song Zhen felt like she was about to die from the pain.

But Nuoer is no longer here, so what is the point of him living?

Song Zhen fell into endless darkness. He couldn't find his own light. After his parents died, he felt that he was not worthy of Nuoer.

He had to go to the military camp to try his luck. He wanted to make military achievements and give Nuoer a better life in the future.

But he was afraid of dying on the battlefield, so he didn't even dare to agree to the marriage.

If not for this, Nuo'er could go to the Song family to seek refuge, and the people of the Song family would not ignore him.

But he didn't, and Shen Nuoer had nowhere to go and was bullied to death in Shenjia Village.

Song Zhen regretted it so much that he wanted to kill himself.

He cut his wrist and blood began to flow out, more and more. Soon, the blood would dry up and he would die.

Just when Song Zhen felt that she was about to go accompany Nuo'er, a voice came:

"Brother, it's okay, I'm still alive, I'm not dead, open your eyes and look at me."

A familiar voice came, and Song Zhen seemed to hear Nuo'er's voice, but Nuo'er was dead.

"Brother, wake up quickly, I'm hungry, I want to eat the osmanthus cake you made."

Shen Nuoer's anxious voice came again.

Yes, Nuoer loves to eat osmanthus cake. He started learning to make it when he was seven years old. In the years that followed, Nuoer would often pester him to make it for him.

"Song Zhen, don't you want me anymore?"

Shen Nuo'er's voice trembled a little.

At this time, in the room, Song Zhen fell into a coma.

His pulse went from being disordered at the beginning to being weaker and weaker now. Shen Nuoer didn't understand why he couldn't wake up.

But when she heard him calling her name, Shen Nuoer shouted anxiously.

However, Song Zhen's breathing became weaker and weaker, and even the rise and fall of his chest could hardly be heard.

Shen Nuoer was anxious and kept calling his name, asking him to wake up.

Just when he thought Song Zhen was going to die, tears welled up in his eyes.

"Are you leaving again, Song Zhen?"

It was at this moment that Shen Nuoer realized that his calmness during this period was all an illusion, and he simply could not afford to lose Song Zhen again.

"Nuo'er, don't cry..."

Song Zhen opened his eyes. He heard Nuo'er crying and wanted to comfort her.

"Woo woo woo, you scared me to death..., I thought..."

Shen Nuoer could no longer control his tears. He hadn't cried in these days, even when he knew that Song Zhen was his brother, he didn't cry.

He accepted not being able to be with him, but he couldn't accept him leaving again.

"I'm not leaving. I'm here for you."

Song Zhen looked at Shen Nuoer, slowly raised her hand, and gently wiped away his tears.

Shen Nuoer didn't care about anything else and just lay beside his bed to watch over him.

The wound on Song Zhen's wrist had been bandaged long ago, and the blood-generating pill had taken effect. The most dangerous moment had passed.

But he still couldn't get out of bed. At night, it was Shen Nuoer who fed him and took care of him.

At night, Shen Nuoer didn't sleep well either. She opened her eyes from time to time to look at him, as if she was worried that he would suddenly die.

Song Zhen felt that she could only take the initiative to hold him in her arms while sleeping, letting him feel the warmth of her body.

"Don't ever leave me, brother."

Shen Nuoer, who originally thought that Song Zhen had fallen asleep, said this softly.

Unexpectedly, Song Zhen actually answered him:

"I won't leave you. We'll die together."

"Woo..."

Shen Nuoer put her arms around his neck and wiped away her tears, as if she was acting like a spoiled child.

If Song Zhen hadn't had such strong self-control, he would have been in trouble.

*

After a few days of rest, Song Zhen's condition was getting better and better. Except for the wound on her wrist, everything else had returned to its previous state.

Even the internal strength that was lost after being poisoned was recovered. One of his wrists was still injured, but it did not affect his ability to pick up Shen Nuoer with one hand.

Shen Nuoer became lazy again. He didn't want to do anything by himself and asked his brother to help him.

When someone is pampering her, Shen Nuoer doesn't even want to get herself some water.

As Song Zhen's strength recovered, the gate of the palace reopened.

He Chong came with several generals, all of whom were soldiers led by the prince.

I felt something strange as soon as I entered the door. When I reached the main courtyard, I heard a faint sound of bells coming from the courtyard.

"Strange, could it be that he has a cat?"

He Chong was a sixth-rank general and did not attend the palace banquet, so he had never met Princess Dongling.

But among the people who came along this time, there were people who had seen him before.

"This sound is like the bell on Princess Dongling's body, but why is it in the palace?"

General Chen didn't understand.

But General Wu next to him said directly:

"Tsk, don't you know? Princess Dongling came here to treat the prince's illness."

"I see. Let's go see the prince as soon as possible."

Several people walked into the main room together and were instantly shocked by the scene inside.

The usually cold and aloof King Dingbei was now having his hair braided into small pigtails.

Song Zhen's long hair should have been tied up high with a crown, but at this time, half of it was let down, and the other half was tied into small braids by Princess Dong Ling.

"Pfft, this, Your Majesty?"

General Chen almost laughed out loud, but held it back in an instant.

"Greetings, Your Majesty. Greetings, Princess Dongling."

Several people reacted and saluted immediately.

"Get up."

Song Zhen knew that they were coming over today, and was not surprised. It was just that Nuoer suddenly wanted to braid his hair, so he let him play, it was not a big deal anyway.

Several people sat at their seats drinking tea, but their eyes were always watching Shen Nuoer tying Song Zhen's hair, which they found very novel.

And the prince was not even angry.

"What happened outside these days?"

Song Zhen asked them.

Several people became excited when talking about this topic.

"The Minister of the Ministry of Revenue reported you a few days ago, saying that you allowed the evil slave in your house to assault his daughter."