Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

In the imperial capital, news soon spread that Princess Chu Yang, who had just returned from a funeral, died suddenly due to a heart attack.

The news spread like crazy, as if someone was behind it, and soon spread throughout the streets.

Before returning from mourning, almost no one in the imperial capital knew the princess, and naturally had no memory of her.

But since the emperor personally went to Daxiangguo Temple to worship the Queen Mother and brought back Princess Chuyang who had been fasting and chanting Buddha for three years, everyone realized this loyal and filial princess.

Everyone was praising this princess, but they didn't expect that just half a year after returning to the palace, Princess Chu Yang, who had few good fortunes, died of illness.

The emperor was grieved, and decreed that Princess Chu Yang be made the eldest princess, with the posthumous title Qing, which meant she was pure, pure, glorious and beautiful.

The funeral of Princess Chu Yang was carried out according to the standards of a state funeral. She was buried in the imperial mausoleum and will be worshiped by future generations forever.

On the day of the funeral, the emperor stopped attending the morning ceremony and presided over the funeral in person.

All the ministers put on mourning clothes and knelt down in silence.

In the cold wind, the white flag fluttered in silence, as if mourning this lonely event.

At the end of the funeral, snow fell from the sky.

They flew one after another and fell into the mausoleum. Along with the soil, they were buried underground forever, never to be seen again.

It's like something has melted away forever.

In the distance, when the snow fell, a pure white color fell on the top of the carriage.

The carriage was extremely warm, and outside stood Yun Si, wearing a white cloak and standing with her hands folded.

Under the white snow, her appearance was completely restored. She was no longer as delicate and delicate as Chu Yang had been before, but had returned to her original beauty, as bright and as bright as a flower.

She held the hand-warmer Tang Pozi in her hands, and her alluring white face was eclipsed by the downy hair.

A wailing horn sounded in the distance, resounding across the sky.

It was heavy and depressing, like an endless evil ghost crying.

Yun Si stood quietly in the snow, looking into the distance.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyes fell on an unknown place again.

"You can go and be reincarnated."

Her voice was as ethereal as snowflakes, impossible to grasp or touch.

But a ray of soul hiding in the corner of the wall wavered and quietly poked its head out.

Thirteen-year-old Chu Yang looked like a girl when he died.

So now, she still looks like a girl, thin and small, with only big eyes on her palm-sized face.

Her courage is really very small, so small that even if she knows that she has turned into a ghost and others cannot see it, she still hides it tightly and does not dare to show it.

Just like a rabbit, its eyes will turn red when it is frightened.

When Yun Si finished speaking, she bit her lip, revealing half of her pale, bloodless face.

Looking at Yun Si carefully, her little fingers pinched the corner of the wall, where endless coldness fell.

"Thank you."

Her voice was as low as a mosquito, with a stuttering sound.

Yun Si shook her head and said, "I didn't do anything."

Therefore, she cannot afford such thanks.

Yun Si made a gesture casually, and saw little bits of light falling on the little soul.

Wrapped her, a small flower from the other side slowly bloomed.

Coquettish and charming, extremely full of fire.

Yun Si said: "The evil spirits will come to you soon. You don't have to be afraid. Just follow them."