My Supernatural Life of Leisure

The huge tree of life towered into the sky, and the extended white canopy propped up the entire sky. Every night, the light emitted by the whole giant tree was enough to illuminate the city.

Whenever it rains and snows, the crown of the Tree of Life will automatically shake and shrink, like a torn barrier, letting the wind and snow in to moisten the land under the tree, especially in this midsummer season.

A dark cloud that gathered yesterday finally poured down heavy rain in the evening, and the squalls passed through the gaps in the branches of the Tree of Life, wetting the entire city of origin.

It rained all night, and the heavy rain didn't stop until dawn the next day.

After the baptism of this heavy rain, the whole city also took on a new look. When the sun shone from the sky, the residents in the city came out of their homes one after another, and the city immediately returned to its usual bustle.

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Laughter, singing and dancing.

When the lively atmosphere and sound waves crossed the palace wall, spread into the garden of the royal palace in the capital city, and then penetrated into the window of a certain gorgeous palace.

It finally fell into the ears of a girl with a melancholy expression and a weak body sitting in front of the window.

Although the sound from the outside world was already very small, she still pricked up her ears and listened carefully for a while.

After a while, the weak elf girl asked, "It seems very lively outside today, is there something going on?"

Inside the palace, a tall maid with short hair, dark skin came over and explained to the questioning girl, "His Royal Highness, there should be preparations for a Harvest Festival outside."

"Ah, yes, I almost forgot. I stayed in the palace for too long, and I can't remember the days clearly." The weak elf girl sitting in the wheelchair smiled at her maid a little embarrassedly. Down.

Then she laboriously raised her hands, which had just regained some consciousness, and pulled the thin blanket covering her knees.

In the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror on one side of the palace, her petite body was reflected compared with her peers.

In the past, although this body was petite, it never stopped, full of vitality, as if it contained infinite vitality.

But ever since her congenital disease developed and she could no longer stand up, Naegi, as a personal maid, witnessed her gradually weakening, from a young girl who couldn't rest, to a patient who sat in a wheelchair all day long .

Thinking of this, the tall elf maid named Miaomu blurted out, "Your Highness, I heard that a new dance has been rehearsed for this year's Harvest Festival. In a few days, before the premiere, I will take you out of the palace to see it." Look!"

The princess of the elves, Lenlan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, smiled, brushed a strand of white hair hanging from her forehead with her hands, and said casually, "Well, it's settled."

It's just that those purple eyes suddenly darkened after he finished speaking.

It was only at this time that Naegi realized that he had said something wrong. Before he was injured, one of His Royal Highness Ryoran's favorite things was dancing. He even disguised his identity to participate in the selection of the Harvest Festival Dance Troupe.

Although she was recognized by the judges at the final moment, this has become one of the feats she likes to talk about.

To this day, the original costume and dancing shoes are still hidden in the cabinet in the room. Seedling tried to put it elsewhere several times, but was stopped.

The elf girl sitting in the wheelchair seemed to have sensed the mood change of the head maid, took her hand, and smiled,

"Okay, it doesn't matter, I'm not a kid anymore, even if my legs were fine, my father would not allow me to go on stage, it's fine now."

It's just that even though he said that, he couldn't hide the loss in his eyes after all.

"His Royal Highness, the King has ordered a reward for recruiting doctors with excellent medical skills from abroad, maybe..." Miao Mu couldn't help but said.

Ling Lan shook her head and interrupted, "The capital city has gathered the best doctors in the whole country, and now they have nothing to do. What else can they do in other places? You don't need to comfort me, maybe this is my fate."

"His Royal Highness..." For a moment, Miaomu didn't know what to say to comfort her. She was not good at words, and she also knew in her heart that what Lenlan said was correct.

The notice drafted by His Majesty the King has been sent out for several days, but after so many days, it is also reflected that no one has answered the call.

It's not that the rewards are not enough, but that almost no one thinks that they can beat the doctors in the capital's royal palace, and treating the princess is an extremely risky thing.

Although the king promised that even if the doctors who were recruited did not cure the princess, His Majesty the King would not punish her with anger.

It can be said that he will not vent his anger if he is not cured, but if something goes wrong during the treatment, the consequences can be imagined.

Thinking of this, Miao Mu couldn't help sighing in his heart, and immediately, he heard the door behind him being pushed open suddenly.

A tall, middle-aged man in expensive clothes walked in.

He came in front of Linglan and said lightly, "If there really is no one who can cure it, I will try to pray for the blessing of the 'Tree of Life' at the Harvest Sacrifice."

"Your Majesty." Seeing the person coming, Miao Mu hastily bowed to salute him.

Ling Lan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, also turned her head, looked at her father who was the lord of a country, she shook her head and said, "Father, don't, how can this kind of thing bother the "Tree of Life", besides... "

The second half of the sentence, the petite princess with melancholy eyes did not say it, but both the seedlings and the regretful king understood it.

As the origin of the entire ethnic group, in the long years, the tree of life rarely showed its power.

Even with the long lives of the elves and the connection between the blood of the royal family, it is difficult to truly communicate with the "tree of life".

As for the blessings that only exist in legends, the "Tree of Life" will not be able to respond unless the ethnic group reaches a critical moment of life and death.

Although Ling Lan is a princess of a country, in the eyes of outsiders, her status is very noble, but in front of the "Tree of Life", let alone her, even if the king's life is dying, it will not bother.

So how easy is it to cure this congenital disease by letting the "tree of life" bless it?

At least, from the birth of Linglan to the present, the Harvest Festival has been held dozens of times, but she has never seen the "Tree of Life" display abnormalities, and her father's words are only comforting after all.

The atmosphere was tense for a while.

The quietness inside the palace was in stark contrast to the hustle and bustle outside the palace walls.

"Tat Tat Tat..."

There was a sound of footsteps, and an elf guard walked into the palace quickly.

"Report to Your Majesty, a doctor has revealed the list."

Hearing this, the king of the elves had a look of surprise on his face. He hurriedly said, "Where is the doctor who revealed the list? Bring him into the palace quickly."

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