Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Lin'an, who had been squatting outside for a while, feeling drowsy in the wind, saw her finally come out. He yawned and stood up. The fox behind him swung his tail and complained: "Why did it take so long...I still can't do it." I thought you wouldn’t come out tonight.”

Yun Jin ran over, hugged her arm, and groaned depressedly: "It's not like my stinky daddy...is following me all the time and insists on watching me fall asleep before leaving, otherwise I would have come out a long time ago."

Lin'an was a head taller than her. Yun Jinnian looked up at her and smiled softly: "But it's okay. It's not too late to come out now. Let's go. Let's seize the time and go early before the parents notice." Come back early."

This time it was a secret operation - Lin'an's sister Linqi was pregnant and was about to give birth. The two little guys were planning to prepare gifts with their own hands to give to the upcoming little niece.

As a surprise, they didn't plan to let the adults know, they just wanted to prepare it secretly.

As soon as the two people met and combined, they thought of sneaking out at night and not coming back until very late.

 They think adults don’t know, but actually...

As soon as the gate of the Heavenly Palace came out, the news reached Jun Jiu Ge's ears.

The priest came to report. He was reviewing official documents. He lowered his eyes without raising his eyes and just said: "Send two people to follow. Don't let them play."

He knows the temperament of his children - Nian Nian is naughty, but also knows how to handle it and won't go too far, so he seldom cares about her private affairs.

The official documents on the desk were piled up in countless piles, and the numerous tedious tasks had left him no time to stop and rest.

 He ​​didn't seem to need any rest - it was already late at night, his face was indifferent and cold, and he didn't show any signs of tiredness from beginning to end.

He didn't sleep or rest until the sky was getting brighter, the morning light suddenly appeared in the east, and he finished approving the official documents piled on the desk, and then he put down his pen.

His fingers were cold, and the warm sunlight filtered through the window lattice and fell silently on his thin, white hands. They were still cold, bitingly cold, without a trace of warmth. Once again, he didn't stop or fall asleep for several days and nights. He seemed to be used to it. He dragged his cold and stiff body back to his dormitory alone.

The palace is very large, large and empty - no one else is allowed to come here, it is just his own residence and a place to be alone.

 When the palace door is closed, the bright sunshine from outside cannot shine in. Everything inside is dark, cold and silent, without any warmth or warmth that it should have.

There are paintings hanging everywhere in the palace, so densely packed that they cover almost every place. The number is astonishing and shocking.

 It was very messy, but it also made the inside look more deserted—empty, with nothing.

He came back here alone and didn't do anything. He just sat quietly by the bed, holding the red dress whose fragrance had faded to almost nothing, and didn't move.

　　Not moving, just sitting like this, not talking.

Like a cold and stiff sculpture, placed in the overwhelming darkness, the pale and handsome face is silent and calm, without any emotion.

The gray and dark eyes looked forward quietly, as if looking at a painting hanging in the distance, or as if they were in a trance, stupid, lost their soul, and disappeared.

His eyes were cold and motionless for a long time.

Maintaining this posture, he remained indifferent even as the biting coldness around him climbed up his body, eroded his flesh and blood, and turned him into a corpse that knew no emotion or warmth.