LITTLE GOBLIN: Master, Don’t Come Here!

But he didn't do anything after all, just got up silently, pulled the old clothes that were wrinkled because of the fighting, and walked slowly towards the dilapidated small courtyard.

From the age of five to now, he has lived alone in this yard for five years.

After closing the courtyard door, he walked to the door of the only room in the courtyard where a red lantern was hung - this was given to him by an old woman who was sweeping on New Year's Eve last year, saying it was auspicious.

After closing the door, he silently took out something from his left sleeve: two steamed buns wrapped in oil paper and deep-fried until they were golden—he had learned to leave a way for himself a long time ago.

After wolfing down one, he swallowed his saliva, and finally carefully rewrapped the remaining one and carefully placed it under the pillow—although he wanted to eat it very much, but if he finished it now, he would have nothing to eat at night. something to eat.

It is not every day that you can be lucky and get the leftover good things in the dining room.

After finishing this, he walked towards the window sill of the room.

In the flower pot with one corner missing, there grew a peony almost as tall as his whole body.

It was his most precious possession—the only thing left to him by his mother, who had hanged herself.

Everyone in the palace knew that the former empress who was deposed had raised a peony that had never bloomed - this matter had already become a joke in the harem.

Everyone said that it was just a low-grade peony. After the catastrophe in Chaohuang Palace that year, the peony that was carefully raised by the former empress was uprooted and thrown on the ground as waste.

After several days, he secretly found this peony flower that was about to wither in the special disposal place of the palace - it was about to die at that time.

He didn't like peony very much, but after all, it was the most beloved thing of his mother.

He found a broken flower pot, added some soil, planted it in it, and watered it with some water—even he himself didn't expect that this peony would survive like this.

For four years, counting the hours every day, there was such a flower to accompany him. After such a long time, he really developed a little affection for it.

Even if it is indeed a peony that will not bloom.

He thought, probably in this life, there is only such a peony that can accompany him, maybe it can live longer than him.

After all, he was not very old, and he was oppressed and bullied just now, and now he began to feel a little sleepy.

He simply sat by the table, and he planned to sleep by the window for a while - anyway, he was busy all day and had nothing to do.

Some blinding light forced his eyes open, and then he opened his mouth wide—

The peony flower placed by the window is shining from the stem to every leaf.

Then, as if it were a dream, a fist-sized flower bud bloomed from the topmost part at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Blooming...blossoming?

Even in precocity, he is only a ten-year-old child after all. Seeing such a thing beyond his cognition, his first reaction was to run.

I have never heard of such a scene when a peony blooms!

But that little flower bud seems to have a magical power, firmly attracting his attention - he wants to see, what is this thing?