Quick Wear: Is the Lord God showing double standards again today?

Su Junhuai felt that he might be dying soon. It was good for him to live in this world without anyone loving him. But he could never repay Li Hu again.

Thinking of this, he closed his eyes resignedly. His frail body was covered in bruises and purples, all from the beatings from the princes.

Clearly, the cakes were given by Li Hu, but they insisted that they had stolen them. From the first year he arrived at Lihe Palace, he knew that his explanations were meaningless. They only believed what they heard and saw. Gradually, he stopped explaining.

Su Junhuai felt that breathing was painful. Only by holding Taohuasu tightly in his arms could he feel warm for a moment and feel that someone cared about his life or death.

"When are you ready to lie down?" The man's cold voice sounded in Su Junhuai's ears.

He closed his eyes and dared not open them or respond, fearing it was a trap. When he opened his eyes, he was beaten again, his little mouth pursed stubbornly.

Nan Feng was helpless and stretched out his hand. His white fingertips lightly touched Su Junhuai's exposed arm. The little girl shuddered with a slight chill, but the pain in his body disappeared instantly.

No matter how patient he is, he is still a child. He carefully opened his eyes a crack, his vision was a little blurry, and he rubbed his eyes without even raising his hands, which were dirty.

Nanfeng held his small black hand. The man's white hand formed a sharp contrast with his black hand, and even stained the man's hand. He was afraid and wanted to pull his hand back, but he was afraid of angering the man.

Who knew that the man didn't mind his dirty appearance and held him in his arms. Today, Nanfeng was wearing a white brocade robe that was instantly stained with dirt.

Su Junhuai finally saw the man's face clearly. He had never seen such a handsome man before. Perhaps the mother in his memory was not so... handsome either.

He was too young to know how to describe Nanfeng. He only knew that this man was like an immortal sent by God to save him. He smelled so good, and his embrace was so warm that he lingered.

But I am too dirty to be worthy of such a person.

"I... I can walk by myself..." The voice was as small as a mosquito, and if Nanfeng didn't have excellent hearing, he wouldn't be able to hear it clearly.

"Hold on tight, it will hurt if you fall." Nanfeng pretended to let go.

Sure enough, the child in his arms stretched out his little hand and grabbed his collar, leaving another black mark. Su Junhuai lowered his eyes embarrassedly, and his dirty little face showed no expression. He only knew that he might feel guilty.

Fang Yuan knew how much his master loved cleanliness, but this was the first time he saw him tolerate his clothes getting stained, and it was because of a child who had nothing to do with him.

"Sir, why don't I take care of your clothes..." Fang Yuan hesitated and said

"No problem, go back to the palace." Nanfeng's voice was emotionless.

Fang Yuan had no choice but to follow him back. Usually, there was a sedan chair to pick up Nanfeng, but today he had something to do so he didn't ask anyone to come. Fortunately, Xiaojun was not very heavy due to malnutrition, and Nanfeng was very strong so no one felt tired.

After returning to Xiaoyao Palace, Nanfeng wanted to give the little girl to a maid to take her away to wash her. He also sent someone to ask the sewing room for some children's clothes.

But as soon as the maid came forward, Xiaotuanzi grabbed his clothes and refused to let go. He was suddenly in a strange environment and only Nanfeng was familiar to him. Naturally, he relied on Nanfeng.

Nanfeng did not hesitate to let the maid leave. Anyway, he also needed to change clothes, so he could just take the little dumpling to wash. It had been a long time since he had taken care of the baby, so he might as well take a look back.

If Han Sheng heard this idea, he would accuse him of being biased.

Fang Yuan felt that the adults had a different attitude towards this prince. Could it be that the divination revealed something? It seems that the palace is about to change again.

Nanfeng finally put the little boy down when they reached the hot spring pool in the side hall. Even though they were the only two of them, the little boy was still wary and kept looking around while pulling his wide sleeves.

Just like a little animal that needs to adapt to a new environment

"Can you wash it clean if you pull me?" Nanfeng thought the little dumpling was very cute.

Su Junhuai then realized that he had been too trusting of the man he had just met. Perhaps he looked too deceptive and he would fall into his trap and unconsciously trust him.

"I'm...I'm sorry." Su Junhuai was so nervous that he stuttered and didn't dare to look at him with his bewildered eyes.

"Wash it yourself or do you want me to wash it for you?" Nan Feng took off the robe that was soiled by Su Junhuai, leaving only his underwear, gathered his snow-white hair and looked at the little dirty ball.

Su Junhuai found that he was always unconsciously attracted to men, and then he was distracted. "I... can..."

Nan Feng raised his eyebrows and went down the hot spring without saying anything else. The coldness in his body was instantly wrapped up by the hot spring and he felt much better. He leaned against the edge of the pool, supporting his temple with one hand and looking at the little dumpling who was a little bit at a loss.

Maybe he had been taking care of himself since he was a child, so he was not unfamiliar with undressing. However, the clothes looked a bit inferior in material and had many holes in them, so he had to patch them up.

Those who knew him thought he was a prince, and those who didn't thought he was a little beggar from nowhere.

Su Junhuai was a little nervous when he was watched by Nanfeng. His hands were shaking and he gasped in pain when he touched the bruises, but he quickly held it back. It was obvious that he was used to it.

Nanfeng only treated his internal injuries. He couldn't heal his external injuries immediately. Otherwise, it would be hard to explain and would only make the rumors worse.

Su Junhuai put his clothes aside and tried not to dirty other places. He walked to the hot spring pool and hesitated. The water was very clear. Would it get dirty if he went in? Besides, the man was also soaking in the water. Otherwise, he should wait until he finished soaking before going in.

Thinking of this, he took a step back, but was carried into the hot spring by a man who had stood up at some point. The warm water instantly enveloped him.

"Why are you hesitating? Are you afraid of me?" Nanfeng's tone was indifferent, but his hands were very gentle. He used his hands to clean the dirt on the little dumpling's face.

After a while, a fair and clean little face came out. The little dumpling had delicate features, big crystal clear eyes under the beautiful eyebrows, a small and upturned nose, and a small mouth that looked rosy as if it was dyed with rouge. Maybe the hot spring temperature was a bit high, which made his face flushed.

The little face with a little baby fat is as pretty and cute as a small dough ball. People can't help but pinch it. Nanfeng didn't feel wronged at all and raised his hand to pinch it gently, leaving a red mark.

He is so delicate and he grits his teeth and says nothing when he is bullied. I don't know if he is really not afraid of pain or just pretending not to be afraid of pain.

When I was cleaning the mud off the little boy's body and touched his wound, he didn't say anything, bit his lips and endured it, his eyes were full of tears but he refused to let them fall.

"If it hurts, just tell me." Nanfeng felt a little distressed.

It has been a long time since anyone told Su Junhuai that he was in pain. Even during the two years when he was favored, his strict father would never coax him once.

Perhaps the sound of the south wind was softened by the warmth of the hot spring, which made Su Junhuai unable to hold back his tears any longer. They fell like beads from a broken string, and the tip of his nose was red from crying.

It is conceivable that he has suffered a great injustice. He is only six years old now, but he is more obedient and sensible than most spoiled boys and girls. He lives cautiously but has not received a good face.

There are many frustrations here. Life and death are not in your own hands. What's the use of being favored for a while? If you fall into the mud, no one will feel sorry for you. They will just kick you hard into the mud and still feel unsatisfied.

Nanfeng knew that Xiaotuanzi had too many grievances in his heart, so he did not restrain him and let him cry to his heart's content. He did not stop his hands from washing him clean.

The little girl was carried out of the hot spring and wrapped in brocade. She was still crying, without making any sound and didn't dare to make any sound. Her face was flushed.

"Like a little crybaby," Nanfeng wiped the person in his arms clean and placed him on a soft couch with a plush cushion. He took the small quilt beside him and covered him with it to prevent him from catching a cold.

After settling the sobbing little boy down, he took off his soaked underwear and changed into his usual black wide-sleeved brocade robe. Just as he had tied his belt, someone knocked on the door.

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It’s time for Nan Nan to start pampering Tuanzi~