Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

The little man who was originally full of life and liveliness on the bed has only been ill for less than half a month, and his face has become so thin that it is no longer half the size of a palm.

 Small, everything is small, the face is small, the hands are small, even the body is small.

 Due to premature birth and delayed physical development, everything about her is small, incredibly small.

Just a brief glance can make people feel distressed.

She was lying on the bed, her eyes closed, her face pale, and she fell into a deep sleep. She didn't know that her brother, whom she loved so much, was crying, and he couldn't help crying.

 Her brother was holding her hand and calling her by her nickname, but she didn't know it.

With her eyes closed, her long, thick eyelashes drooped slightly, like a delicate and lifeless porcelain doll, sleeping peacefully.

 Even the uncontrollable cough did not wake her up.

 She seemed very sleepy and had very little waking time.

 But even so, she would often laugh when she was awake.

Showing a silly smile, she still made a sweet sound, saying that she was fine, that she was fine, and that she didn’t feel uncomfortable.

Her intention was to comfort them, but she never thought that when she smiled, even her father, who usually never sheds tears, would turn red and secretly turn around to wipe his eyes.

In the end, Aniang cried, Yuli cried, Yuanyang cried, and Mengniang couldn't help crying either.

Only Yusi was still acting stupidly, not understanding why they were crying.

Obviously, she is the youngest, and she has stopped crying easily.

 She thought stupidly.

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That day, the day the medical officer sentenced the little princess to death——

The king knelt in front of the temple for a whole day and night, bowing his head devoutly and begging God for mercy.

Yuyang didn’t know how his father prayed to the gods. He only knew that his father could talk to the gods—gods who had helped his father. God is kind, at least, that was the God that Ruanyang saw that time.

That was the first time that Ruanyang saw the legendary **** - a kind and soft-hearted god.

Shen Yi was wearing a white dress, with a white gauze covering her face, and a green bamboo and jade hairpin gently holding her long hair. She was very plain, simple and clean.

He doesn't look like a god, but like a fairy who lives in seclusion in the mountains and forests and doesn't care about worldly affairs. He is elegant and unconventional, seems real and illusory, and is as beautiful as white jade.

 She suddenly appeared in Sisi's room.

I don’t know when it appeared. When it appeared, it didn’t make a sound.

Yuyang, who was standing by the bed, felt something keenly, and when she turned around, she found her.

 “You—who are you—”

 He was about to be on guard.

The kind and soft-hearted God smiled at him.

 Her eyes exposed above the veil are very beautiful, the kind of beauty that is particularly heart-warming and eye-catching.

With gentle and clear eyebrows and gentle and natural eyes, she looked at him, raised her hand and made a silent gesture.

 “Hush.”

As the boos fell, an inexplicable and cool wind blew by, and Yuyang, who stood up, suddenly felt an extremely strong sleepiness coming over her.

 His eyes closed unconsciously, and he slowly fell to the edge of the bed.

The gentle **** dressed in plain white, with the corners of his lips slightly raised under the veil, turned his eyes to the little princess on the bed, and began to look at her carefully.

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She saw the jade plaque beside the bed that symbolized the identity of the little princess.

Standing next to the bed, she slowly sat down and stretched out her delicate white hands, gently touching the little princess's pale face.

 Poor woman, God looked down tenderly and gently held her little hand.