The Ninth Prince Xu Ceyuan grew up in a side courtyard of a deep palace.
There was no favor, no reliance, and no one deliberately taught him what kind of person he should be.
He likes to read.
Like small animals.
Likes to sit in the yard and talk to a small lemon tree.
That tree is called Rong Rong.
Later he changed his name to Rongrong.
He met many people.
The loving old woman, the nagging Mr. Zhang, the taciturn Mr. Qiao, the cook who always leaves lemon cake for him in the imperial kitchen, and the little girl who always likes to climb over the wall.
They grew up with him.
I also watched him grow up.
When he was young, he read because he liked it.
Want to know everything.
Classical meaning, policy theory, arithmetic, river management, and mulberry farming.
Later, he was hurt by rumors, betrayed, and imprisoned in darkness.
For the first time he knew,
It turns out there was some malice for no reason.
Some questions have no answers.
But the note stuffed under the door, the sprouting of Rongrong in the yard, and those who always believed in him brought him back to the light little by little.
Many years later.
Rongrong has lush branches and leaves, and the shade is like a canopy.
The little prince who once squatted by the tree finally grew up to be able to protect many people from wind and rain.
Intention: Goodwill will not bloom immediately, but it will eventually grow into a towering tree that protects others.