Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

The little man on the bed, who was originally full of life and life, had only been ill for less than half a month, and his face had become so thin that it was 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.

Because of her premature birth and delayed physical development, everything about her was 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, crying so hard that she couldn't help herself.

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

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

Even her uncontrollable coughing didn't wake her up.

She seemed very sleepy and had very little waking time.

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

He showed a silly smile and still sounded milky, saying that he was fine, nothing was wrong, and he didn't feel uncomfortable.

Her original 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 stupid and didn't understand why they were crying.

Obviously, she is the youngest, but 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.

Ruanyang didn't know how his father prayed to the gods. He only knew that his father could talk to the gods - God had helped his father.

God is kind, at least, that was the God that Ruoyang met that time.

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

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

He doesn't look like a god, but rather 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.

Ruanyang, who was standing by the bed, felt something keenly. When she turned around, she found her.

"You - who are you -"

He was 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.

Her eyebrows were gentle and clear, and her eyes were gentle and natural. She looked at him, raised her hand, and made a silent gesture.

"Shhh."

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 onto the bed.

The gentle god 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.

"Si."

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

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

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