Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

   Chapter 1955 robbery (29)

   "Come here, pull Luo Fei down! Locked up at Broken Wolf Mountain for three hundred years!"

  Tian Hou Empress is really hard-hearted this time.

  In order to keep her, he had to punish her in front of everyone.

   Punish severely.

   Otherwise, His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven might not be satisfied.

   "My Lady—"

  Luo Fei cried like a tearful person.

   She was forcibly taken away, but she still didn't give up.

   Struggling, no matter what, he refused to leave.

   "Your Majesty, you can't do this—My Majesty, you can't treat Fei Er like this—"

   "Fei'er didn't do it on purpose—you can't do this—"

  The sound of her crying was far away and could still be heard.

   Heart-piercing, screaming and crying.

  In the hall of Yaochi, the Queen of Heaven sat down.

  Hearing her cry from a distance, she put her hand sideways, pressing the center of her swollen eyebrows.

   Distressed, can't bear it.

  But also...

   There is really no way.

  She defied the Emperor's order so openly today, she must be punished in order to convince the public and give His Majesty a satisfactory explanation.

  Otherwise, if His Majesty handles it personally, I’m afraid—

  She is more than just confined.

  Tianhou Empress sighed and said nothing for a long time.

  Just a headache.

  The other flower fairies also stood quietly, standing aside.

  No one uttered a sound, and they all fell silent, not daring to disturb them.

  In the hall of Yaochi, the cleanliness of the past was quickly restored.

   Still lingering with fairy spirit, quiet posthumous posthumous peace.

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  One day in the sky, one year in the human world.

  After the affairs of Fairy Rose were settled, two months had passed in the human world.

   During the two peaceful and comfortable months, no one came to disturb me.

  After entering winter, the first snow soon began to fall.

   Immediately afterwards, the second, third, and fourth snowfalls came one after another, one after another, and fell on the top of the town, and the next one was endless.

  It is snowing, and the town is in a hut near the north of the mountains.

  The original color of the straw roof has been covered by snow, with a thick layer, under the dull sky, it is bright white, like a carpet inlaid with fine diamonds.

  The light of the sky is shining brightly, reflecting a clear and beautiful color.

  It is dazzlingly white, but also extraordinarily clean and clear.

  It didn’t snow very much, but it still quickly covered the cleaned yard with thin snow.

  Silk and velvet, with a shallow layer.

  Step on it, there will be a layer of clear footprints.

   It's freezing cold and will soon be covered in snow again.

  The bleak wind from the mountains blows, rustling the snow from the roof.

  The hot smoke curling up from the chimney was quickly swallowed by the cold air that filled the sky.

   Dissipated in the sky, turned into snow, and fell again.

   Silently.

  In the small kitchen.

  The boy in a thick cotton coat and trousers was squatting there, adding firewood.

  The face is white and clean, with some flesh on it.

  The eyelashes are long and thin, and the eyeballs are moist and soft.

  The firelight reflected his fair and thin face. He was taller, but still childish.

  Tender, with small hands holding a long stick, the firewood under the stove.

  Prevent the fire inside from going out.

  At this time, something is cooking in the pot, covered with a lid, steaming hot.

  Look around. The small kitchen was kept clean.

   Added new cabinets and bowls.

  He got the firewood ready, then moved a small stool and put it in front of the cabinet.

  Step on it, tiptoe, and take down the bowl from the cabinet.

  Washed clean, huffing and huffing, the body is short and small, but the movements are very skillful.

  (end of this chapter)