Dayang twenty-three years.
Ning's backyard.
Ning Ning, who just learned how to run, often stays in the backyard, climbing up the sycamore tree with both hands and feet. Every time she is carried away by her servants, she finds an opportunity to run over again when no one notices her. A pair of short legs are quite neat.
Rong Shu and Ning Feng are friends, and they often come to Ning's house to play, and when they meet little Ning Ning, they always like to hug her.
During those few days, Rong Shu happened to be resting at Ning's house, and when he met Ning Ning under the tree, he was looking up at the tree with his small head raised.
Ning Feng said, for some reason in the past few days, the girl Ning Ning always wanted to climb trees, and when she grew up, she might be a difficult girl to discipline. But her father didn't let her climb the tree, for fear of falling, this girl has learned to be angry.
Rong Shu fell in love with that little girl from the first time he saw her. He always liked to bring her some weird things. He even said that he would marry Ningning when he grew up. It was inevitable to make jokes, but Rong Shu always looked extremely serious every time.
He was always reluctant to get Ning Ning injured, so when he saw Ning Ning insisting on going up the tree with disdain, he took out a small gadget from his arms, took advantage of the opportunity to hug Yao Guang, and coaxed with a soft voice: "Xiao Ningning, let's not climb trees, okay? You'll get hurt."
Yao Guang looked at the big tree behind him longingly, then at the gadget in his hand, and finally nodded.
Ning Feng smiled behind him: "You still have a way, Rong Shu, no one in our house can cure this little girl."
It was a sunny afternoon when little Ningning disappeared, and the servants in Ning's mansion went crazy, looking for the little girl everywhere, they almost searched the whole Ning's mansion.
When those servants remembered going around, Xiao Ningning was sitting on the top of the tree, giggling, her little feet were hanging on the tree, swaying, very happy, a pair of thin but powerful arms were wrapped around her Around her waist, hug her tightly to prevent her from falling from the tree.
"Yaoguang, are you happy?"
Xiao Ningning babbled and waved her fleshy arms, but couldn't utter a word, but her expression was obviously happy. Her eyes were shining brightly, as if filled with tiny stars.
When the servants of the Ning Mansion found Mrs. Ning back, little Ningning was sitting in the room safe and sound, giggling, as if she had encountered something interesting, and looked very happy.
At the windows where the servants didn't notice, the handsome young man waved at Xiao Ningning, so Ningning laughed even more happily. When people's eyes fell on the window, the people outside the window But it was already gone.
At the end of the 23rd year of Dayang, Emperor Jingde was seriously ill, and the situation was in a precarious situation. All the ministers were summoned into the palace overnight.
No one knows why, at such a critical juncture, His Majesty's most beloved only son, Rong Yan, was imprisoned by His Majesty in the Forbidden Pavilion.
The next day, the Ning family was found out to be collaborating with the enemy and treason. A criminal fire ignited in the center of the Ning mansion, burning everything down.
After receiving the news, Rong Shu wanted to rush to the Ning Mansion to save people, but when he was at the gate of the Wang Mansion, his servants stopped him and he was locked in the mansion.
"Daddy, they are innocent!"
The old prince had a cold face: "Who knows they are innocent? Could it be that you have to question what the emperor said?"
That night, Rong Shu was locked in the room, he thought, when the morning dawned, he would take Yao Guang away, even if it was against the emperor's orders.
At that time, the Ning Mansion was already in flames. Amidst the billowing smoke, a thin young man, holding a hot baby, was walking in the sea of flames. The fallen wood almost hit his chest. Although his movements were nimble, unfortunately, he was still burned in several places.
However, the baby in his arms was safe and sound.
"Ningning, you have to remember the name Yaoguang. In the future, it will be your name. Forget about everything in Ningfu. Wait for me, wait for me to pick you up!"
The ashes-faced boy stood outside the flames, looking at the doll in his arms with burning eyes.
One day, he will find her.