shock!The tyrant's group pet cub is the daughter of heaven

Chapter 1143
"Xi Yuan, if you find an opportunity after I leave, let Zhi'er and A Ce leave the palace."

"There are too many strange things in the palace, and it's too lonely. If people stay here for a long time, they will lose their original self."

"Zhi'er is a good girl, I hope she can be happy. And Jinlian and the others, for my sake, please give them a chance to leave the palace."

"I'm not here anymore. I'm afraid they will be bullied by others. Please protect them for me."

Fu Xiru's voice was weak, as if explaining the funeral.

Long Xiyuan realized that her illness had reached the point where she could not recover.

I can only nod with tears in my eyes: "I promise you everything."

"Not only will I let them leave the palace, but I will also give them a large sum of money so that they can enjoy the rest of their lives in peace."

Fu Xiru smiled very gently: "That's the best, they are all good girls."

She leaned her head on Long Xiyuan: "Xiyuan, I'm tired and need to sleep for a while, can you read a poem to me?"

"Yes, in a dream."

Bai Zhi'er cried and chased after two steps: "Your Majesty!"

Long Xiyuan's voice was filled with unbearable sorrow, a hoarse and lonely voice, blowing slowly along the autumn wind.

Fu Xiru's obsession was resolved, so she was leaving.

Bai Zhi'er saw a crystal clear soul floating out of Fu Xiru's body.

Bai Zhi'er rushed over and grabbed his collar: "You bad man! Why do you keep ignoring your mother? Do you know that she's been waiting for you until she dies!"

Bai Zhi'er gasped while holding the table, and suddenly raised her head, only then did Long Xiyuan see her with tears in her eyes, gnashing her teeth and looking at him.

Now, waking up from the dream, what she didn't get in her lifetime, this dream made her obsessed.

In this way, year after year, she has not been reincarnated.

Fu Xiru nodded in Bai Zhi'er's direction: "Thank you, Zhi'er."

Bai Zhi'er suddenly opened his eyes, panting heavily, still immersed in great grief physically and mentally.

The two woke up in the side hall.

He dragged Bai Zhi'er out of the dream in one fell swoop.

"It was the poem I copied on the paper kite a long time ago. My paper kite was hung on the tree, and you took it down for me."

"How? Have you found her obsession?" he asked.

She will never open her eyes again.

She is like a little bit of light, which is gradually dissipating.

After her death, she was trapped in the past time due to her obsession.

Bai Zhi'er looked up with tears in his eyes.

Feng Fuce grabbed Bai Zhi'er's arm.

However, the earth shook, the surrounding houses began to collapse, and all the scenes began to distort.

Long Xiyuan was startled, and frowned slightly: "What's wrong with you?"

Long Xiyuan at the door heard the movement and hurried in.

After all, she took a last look at Long Xiyuan's direction, turned into a little light, and left with the wind.

"After the farewell, we meet each other. A few times, the soul and dream are the same as the king."

Tears of the emperor slid down the corners of his eyes and dripped on Fu Xiru's cheeks.

Fu Xiru closed her eyes with a smile on her lips.

Long Xiyuan hugged Fu Xiru tightly, and cried out in dismay: "Xiru! Xiru! If you leave, I will really be a loner."

"What a beautiful dream," Fu Xiru murmured, seeming to understand what was going on: "It turns out that I am the one who should wake up."

She remembered.

"She left, and the past time supported by her will naturally not be able to stay. We should go."

Outside the window, it happened to be evening, and only three hours had passed since they entered the dreamland.

I have been waiting for Long Xiyuan to remember the anniversary of their child's death.

"There are silver and red photos left tonight, I'm afraid we will meet again—"

"Okay, I'll read it to you." Long Xiyuan choked with sobs: "Caixiu held the jade bell diligently, but he was drunk when he fought hard, dancing to the heart of the willow tower, and singing to the end of the peach blossom fan."

　This partridge sky by Yan Jidao is one of my favorite poems (someone will say I’m a scumbag again! That’s right, it’s one of them, I like it a lot haha)
　　I'm posting the definition here:

　　When I met you for the first time back then, holding a cup in your hand, you were so gentle, beautiful and affectionate. I drank so much that my face flushed when I was drunk.The dance started from the evening when the willows were on the moon to the late night when the moon on the roof fell to the treetops outside the building. We danced and sang to our heart's content, and we were too exhausted to shake the peach blossom fan again.Since that farewell, I always miss that wonderful meeting.How many times have I embraced you in my dreams.Tonight, I hold up the silver lamp to have a closer look at you, and I am afraid that this reunion is in a dream again.

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　　Saying goodbye to my Xiru Niangniang, crying while writing, who can understand!

　　
　
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