Unsuccessful

Jing Luo moved into Prince Mu's mansion like this, Feng Zhuo's reason was very clumsy, a six-year-old child took care of a five-year-old little prince?It is obviously not realistic, probably because Feng Zhuo softened his heart when he saw this child who was determined to survive and was about the same age as his son, but he couldn't tell Luo Yan that the child's painstaking efforts could cure his son , a mother who is about to lose a child, you never know what she can do.

That night, Jing Luo was brought to Xiao Fengtuo's side after being tidied up by the servants of the palace. It was the first time Jing Luo saw Fengtuo. Such a big bed was in stark contrast to the small person. Under the cover of the light, only a small face turned abnormally red can be seen, the brows are tightly frowned, and the breathing is a little heavy, probably due to the torment of illness, which made the child whisper softly from time to time, and the body trembled unconsciously, even when he fell asleep. Also very uneasy, like going through a terrible nightmare.

Jing Luo's heart raised a little bit, but he pressed it down again. He thought, why is he so different from this child? Why is he hungry and cold since he was born? , I haven't had a good day!

Thinking of this, he sat beside the child a little peacefully, his delicate little nose twitched, his long and upturned eyelashes trembled with the movement of his eyes, Jing Luo looked at it and thought, and himself What does it matter?

"Water..." A small murmur crashed into Jing Luo's ear very clearly in the quiet night.

After thinking about it, Jing Luo should take care of him, so she went to the table and poured a glass of water, brought it to Feng Tuo's lips, and carefully poured some into Feng Tuo's mouth, with a tenderness and care that he himself hadn't realized .

Xu's needs were met, and Jing Luo saw that Fengtuo's originally frowning brows relaxed a little.

"Squeak." The door was gently pushed open, and a young woman walked in. She was not surprised when she saw Jing Luo by the bed, and walked to the bed and touched Fengtuo's head. The worry and anxiety in her eyes were gone. In Jing Luo's eyes, he thought, if he had a mother, would he be as anxious and worried as her when he was sick?

Seeing that Feng Tuo didn't improve, Luo Yan's heart sank again, but she managed to cheer up and talk to Jing Luo, "Are you the boy who just arrived today?"

"Yes." Jing Luo stood aside with his hands down.

"How can the prince rest assured that such a young child like you will take care of Tuo'er? Don't stay here for a while, go to the mansion..."

"Mother Concubine?" Feng Tuo's voice as small as a mosquito thought, interrupting Luo Yan's words.

"Tuo'er, how are you? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Luo Yan hurriedly turned around, touching her son's small face distressedly.

"Well, it's hard, can my concubine let this little brother stay with me?"

There is only one child, Feng Tuo, in the palace. On weekdays, he usually sees servants nodding and bowing, or maidservants in their teens. He has never seen a child as old as himself, so somehow, when he opened his eyes, he immediately I saw a little brother, I really like it.

"Well, good." Luo Yan naturally followed the wind, "It will take a long time to drink the medicine next time, so Tuo'er can sleep a little longer."

"Well, concubine mother, I want my little brother to accompany me." Although his voice was very soft, Feng Tuo's meaning was not bad at all.

"Okay, concubine mother and little brother will accompany Tuo'er together, okay?"

Feng Tuo talked for a while, as if he was tired, he just nodded, "En.", and closed his eyes.

"Knock, knock!" There was a knock on the door, Luo Yan opened the door, and was called away, only Jing Luo and Feng Tuo, who pretended to be asleep, were left in the room.

Feng Tuo rolled his eyes a few times, then opened them, staring at Jing Luo sitting beside the bed without blinking, "Little brother, what's your name?"

Jing Luo didn't know why the little man who was still sick and couldn't speak a few words suddenly became energetic. He probably would have known it with more life experience. It's called Jing Luo, what about you?"

"My name is Feng Tuo!" The child sat up excitedly, and the quilt that was originally covered was pulled away by the child.

Jing Luo frowned, moved from the stool in front of the bed to the bed, and protected Feng Tuo from letting him fall to the ground. Feng Tuo didn't know what he was thinking, thinking that this little brother wanted to play with him, so he threw himself into Jing Luo's arms Li laughed.

Jing Luo felt a mass of soft and waxy flinging into his arms, with a warm and slightly hot feeling, which spread to Jing Luo's heart at once, so soft and small, two white and tender little arms hanging On Jing Luo's neck, Jing Luo didn't know what to do.

Looking at the dropped quilt, Jing Luo realized that the child was still seriously ill, so he quickly pulled up the quilt to wrap the child up.

The child flung himself into Jing Luo's arms and didn't move. After a while, Jing Luo felt his body start to feel sore, and then he heard Feng Tuo weakly ask in his arms, "Brother Ah Luo, am I right?" Are you dying?"

This question was suddenly asked, and Jing Luo was caught off guard. The words of the monk during the day flashed through his mind, and he felt sour for no reason. It’s a minor illness, just take the medicine obediently and you’ll be fine.”

"Brother Ah Luo is not a good boy, you're lying." The child in his arms got up and stared straight into Jing Luo's eyes, and mist began to brew in the dark eyeballs.

Jing Luo didn't know what to say, he just stared at those eyes and couldn't say anything to lie to him.

"Brother, I'm scared. I don't want to leave my mother, concubine, and father. I... don't want to die..." As soon as the last word was said, tears fell on Jing Luo's heart drop by drop like broken beads, making him Jing Luo's chest hurts.

"No, A Tuo will not die, there is a way, there is a way..."

Jing Luo frantically wiped away the tears from Feng Tuo's face, why did this child cry in front of his mother and father, but in front of himself?Jing Luo couldn't imagine the life of a kid from a rich family at first, but now he knows that just like himself, at least A Tuo is working hard to survive.

It turned out that none of them could escape the palm of fate.

Jing Luo looked at the child who fell asleep after crying tired, frowning and trying to make up his mind, Feng Tuo lived one year less than him, but this year he lived much better than himself, really want to save him ?That might cost her own life. Is it worth it to exchange my life for the life of a well-clothed child?

Jing Luo wanted to think calmly, but the small body lying next to him convulsed, attracting Jing Luo's attention. Jing Luo didn't know what was wrong, so he could only stand beside him with his hands tied, watching the movement gradually die down, and Fengtuo's breathing became shallower and shallower, and he was about to lose his breath.

Jing Luo knew that A Tuo was going to die, the child he had known for a few hours was going to die, thinking of the soft little body he held just now, it would turn cold and hard in no time, and become like that day Just like the man I saw in the back alley, his face was ruddy and ashen, and those bright black eyes would never open again... Jing Luo shuddered, and the panic gushing from the bottom of his heart prompted him to run outside , come on someone!Come on!Anyone can do it, save A Tuo!Come on someone!

Opening the door, Jing Luo rushed out with his head depressed, and crashed straight into the arms of the person. Jing Luo didn't care who it was, grabbed the person and shouted, "Save Fengtuo! He's almost out of breath! Help him!"