Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

The fourth day...

The fifth day...

Day six...

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On the seventh day, it was still raining.

It was raining continuously, and the sky had cleared up slightly.

The fox, who had guarded the body for a long time, was still alone and buried the coffin.

It doesn't rain heavily, but if it rains on you for a long time, you will always get wet.

As if she couldn't feel the cold, she buried the grave and set up a tombstone.

Use a knife to carefully carve words on the tombstone.

One stroke after another, it falls.

The lime from the tombstone fell to the ground.

She was dressed in pure white mourning clothes, with no red hairpin in her hair.

She was dressed simply, her fair and pretty face was wet from the rain.

The soft red lips are the most gorgeous color among plain faces.

Her hands were muddy, and the mud stained the hem of her pure white skirt.

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Finally the words on the tombstone were engraved.

Slowly, she let go of the knife.

As if gently, he breathed a sigh of relief.

After finishing all the funeral arrangements, she sat on the dirt floor.

The beautiful face finally showed a somewhat tired look.

She sat in front of the tombstone and did not mind the muddy ground.

He was all wet, wearing plain white mourning clothes, and his hair was as long as ink.

She was alone, still alone, sitting there alone.

Keep quiet, like a piece of wood.

Don't leave either.

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I do not know how long it has been.

The rain finally stopped.

The sun finally peeked out of the clouds, and its light penetrated slightly.

The rain stopped, and the raindrops were crystal clear and hung on the bamboo leaves.

The warm sunshine shines straight through the moist air.

The girl in plain white leaned against the grave as if she was sleepy.

His hands, stained with mud, were gently placed on his legs.

He seemed to be asleep and motionless.

The wet hair lay silently against her thin back.

A warm wind blew, blowing past her lonely figure.

She turned into a fiery red fox, and gradually lost her life like a gravekeeper.

Like, dead.

Die together.

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The scene of Taixu Mirror ended and turned into nothingness.

His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven pondered for a long time, and then let out a sigh.

"He is quite infatuated."

He closed the spell and looked in the direction the man had just left.

If he can see such a mirror image, then he...

You can see it naturally.

Seeing my former lover staying there, refusing to leave.

He even had to die for it.

In his heart, would he really be indifferent?

His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven smiled with interest and said nothing, but it seemed that he already had the answer.

He can really cut through the world of mortals...

Can it be broken?

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After Yun Si took a bath, she put on a green and elegant palace dress.

Before she had rested for long, Qingluo came to see her, saying that she was looking for her.

Yun Si had no choice but to follow her and came to the front of the Queen of Heaven.

Salute and imitate Qingluo's movements.

"Your Majesty," Qing Luo leaned forward and bowed, "Miss Yun Si has arrived."

On the throne on the lotus platform in Yaochi, there is a dignified empress with plump heaven and white complexion.

She has a gentle face and polite and elegant manners.

The proud cranes stood on both sides of her throne. She sat upright with her hands on her legs.

His kind eyes fell on her, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"It's you."

She said this unintelligibly.

There seem to be several layers of meaning hidden between the lines.

It was as if he had known her for a long time.

Yun Si, who was standing behind Qing Luo, raised her head slightly and said, "What?"