Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

After all, she didn't want to see him looking down all the time.

A person as big as this should...

Would you like to fly a kite?

She turned around and looked at the sky again, thoughtfully.

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But in the end, A Li still failed to fly the kite.

Because, Yin Ci suddenly developed a high fever.

Without warning, I developed a severe high fever that lasted from afternoon to evening.

The palace owner did not do anything else, but stayed alone in the palace to take care of him.

A Li wanted to go in, but the maid at the door stopped him.

He shook his head silently and made a gesture.

Ah Li held the kite he had finally made in his hand, pursed his lips, and stood there.

Because he was anxious, the hand that was cut by the knife slowly hid behind his back.

Hidden together was his simple kite.

Made of paper, the technique looks very clumsy, but his intentions can be seen.

He stood outside the palace in silence.

I stood there from afternoon to evening, watching the palace lights turn on. It was quiet inside, and I didn't know what was going on.

His thin figure stood there, tightening his fingertips and exerting slight force.

The kite was scratched and the bamboo stick pierced the palm of his hand, but he didn't seem to notice.

Standing there alone, bowed his head in silence.

Finally, he turned around and walked away slowly.

Holding the broken kite, his back disappeared into the darkness.

Step by step, no more sound was made.

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In the palace, the palace owner, dressed in a blue dress, sat beside the bed, frowning.

While wiping the sweat from the man on the bed, he felt his pulse.

Because the acupuncture points on his body were sealed, the blood flow was blocked, and because of the harsh medicine that Dark Mei had used before, he had suffered serious stab wounds.

It could be said that his current body was weaker than that of a woman who had just given birth, and his wounds were recovering very slowly.

If this goes on...

I'm afraid it will hurt the root.

The Lord Palace Master looked at him and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

His body was burning hot, and his pale face was stained with a rich red color, which was shockingly hot.

Probably because he was too hot, his breathing was heavy and deep.

The hands on both sides moved unconsciously, his lips were slightly opened, and he kept licking.

Like a fish in the desert, dying of thirst, its body is dying.

Yun Si pursed her lips, walked over, and brought the water.

As usual, give him water.

He drank a little hastily, even choked and coughed lowly.

Yun Si lifted the quilt off him and unbuttoned his clothes.

She took a small fan and gently fanned him, and put her cold hands on his forehead.

Physics helps him cool down, try to help him lower his temperature.

His chest was heaving with sweat.

Her cheeks were crimson, her lips were soft, and the cinnabar at the end of her eyes was even more shockingly red.

It presents an astonishing beauty of fragmentation and fragility, which is more and more captivating.

It's so beautiful that you want to do something to him.

In the end, Yun Si took out the antidote given by Dark Mei.

Give it to him and wipe his sweat.

Seeing that his whole body was hot and he was feeling uncomfortable but suppressing his voice, she sighed, touching his face with pity, and talking to herself.

"After torturing you like this, you will definitely kill me when you wake up..."

"Tsk, should I find a place to dig a grave now and wait for you to come?"