Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

“Cough cough cough cough——”

He coughed violently a few more times.

His throat was so hot from the wine that it once irritated his fragile stomach.

Acid reflux, freezing cold.

Rolling wildly in his stomach.

He coughed, coughing, his diseased lungs contracting.

It was as if he wanted to cough up all the sick energy accumulated during this period.

The air was filled with that indescribable weird smell.

After coughing for a long time, he seemed to gradually have the strength to struggle and move a little.

As if suddenly——

alright.

No warning.

His face, which was as pale as paper, also recovered slightly.

Adema slowly waved her fan, crossed her legs, and sat there watching.

He was given a bowl of wine from the jug, and the rest was his own.

He poured himself a glass.

Want to taste it.

But the next second.

After taking a sip, he suddenly stopped fanning.

The wine in the bowl was clear and translucent, looking the same and very refreshing.

It’s just the taste…

A little strange.

It was spicier than expected, like it was fermented from chili peppers.

As he held the wine in his mouth, his expression became a little weird.

Neither drinking nor vomiting.

It's indeed hot, the kind that makes your blood burst and your throat feel hot, as if you've swallowed a ball of fire.

But the strange thing is that it's always cold even if I keep it in my mouth.

The two heavens of ice and fire.

It was spicy, cold and painful, and the smell of alcohol was very strange.

There was an indescribable stench.

The more you taste it, the more you feel something is wrong.

It didn't look like the kind of wine they usually drank.

It's more like something was added to it.

...Could it be that horse urine was added?

Adai Ma is stuck there, neither up nor down.

After weighing it for two seconds, he decisively spit out the wine.

I dare not drink it for fear of killing myself.

On the hospital bed, Adairahu's coughing sounds became quieter and quieter.

Later, the sound stopped completely.

He fell asleep.

It was the first time since I got the strange illness that I could fall asleep so quickly.

When the tired body is let go, what it feels is not anger and humiliation, but endless joy and gratitude.

I'm so grateful that I don't want to let go for a second.

Finally able to sleep peacefully, finally able to have a good night's sleep.

He almost had no desire to speak, and all the organs in his body were seizing the time to rest.

His eyelids were heavy and he immediately lost consciousness.

Fell asleep.

He didn't even wake up when his servants called him.

There was no more excruciating moaning.

There is no longer that suffocating feeling on the verge of despair.

The endless pain finally let him go mercifully.

Like a pair of invisible hands, he was given a salvation that he would never forget.

The divine light enveloped him.

In his sleep, he slowly showed a silent smile.

Like a ridiculous wretch, I was so grateful that I couldn't express it in words.

After experiencing despair, hope becomes so rare and valuable.

Adema looked at him and then at the jug of wine.

Shaking the fan, thoughtfully.

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"Ah sneeze——"

Her Royal Highness, who was getting ready to dress up as a bride, suddenly sneezed.

The voice is small, soft, and delicate.

He immediately covered his voice and muffled his voice.

The beautiful silver bell bracelet on her wrist rang a few times.

Her movements are crisp, sweet, delicate and delicate.

She sat in front of the dressing table, and the maid behind her prepared Turkic makeup and hair.

Hearing her sneezing, the maid's movements stopped immediately.

"Your Highness, do you feel cold?"

As he said that, the people standing aside immediately went to add charcoal to the stove.