With system support: What's wrong with clicking like crazy?

Another few days passed.

Feng Qingjiu felt that she really needed to lose weight, because when she was taking a shower last night, she discovered that not only had her belly become fatter, but her waistline was also thicker than before.

So he started running "Hey ha hey ha" in the backyard of the palace early in the morning.

The Pig System, who had just returned from a walk, was frightened to death when he saw this scene.

【Host, host, stop! Stop now. 】

Listening to the high-altitude voice of the pig system, Feng Qingjiu frowned: [What's wrong with you? I'm just running. ]

【Why make such a fuss? 】

The Pig System hesitated: [Host, you can't run anyway, stop now. ]

Feng Qingjiu stopped and looked puzzled: [Why? ]

The Pig System sighed: [Host, I will tell you the truth! In fact, you have already...! ]

"Miss...!" At this moment, Xia Ling's anxious voice came from not far away.

"What's wrong, Xia Ling? Didn't you go to get the osmanthus cake? Why did you come back empty-handed?" Feng Qingjiu asked.

"Miss, the lady is dying." Xia Ling choked with sobs.

"What did you say?" Feng Qingjiu felt his head buzzing and he couldn't hear anything.

Just now Xia Ling said: Who is not doing well?

"Wow, wow, wow...!" Xia Ling had already started crying.

Feng Qingjiu swallowed his saliva, trembling all over, and felt like he couldn't even breathe.

"Miss, Madam is dying." Xia Ling cried even louder.

Feng Qingjiu tried hard to calm herself down.

Then he ran towards his home.

It's impossible, absolutely impossible. My beautiful mother was fine a few days ago, how could she be dead?

"Xia Ling...! What happened? The princess left in such a hurry." Nanny Jiang asked.

Just now I wanted to ask the princess about the arrangements for the prince's funeral in a few days, but I saw the princess running away.

Xia Ling wiped her tears and said, "Mammy, my wife is dying."

"What?" Nanny Jiang was surprised. "When Madam Song came to see the princess a few days ago, she was fine. How could she be ill?"

Xia Ling cried and said, "The princess wanted to eat the sweet-scented osmanthus cake made by the lady last night, so I went back to get it early in the morning, wuwuwu...!"

After hearing Xia Ling's words, Nanny Jiang was instantly filled with grief.

The princess’ life is so miserable!

"The princess is such a good person, why is God so unfair...?"

"The prince is also...!"

“Ah…!” Nanny Jiang said, her eyes a little red.

Good things happen to good people! It's all fake.

"…………"

This is the cozy little courtyard.

"Doctor, what's going on?" Gu Jing'an looked anxious.

Song Huaili also looked anxious: "Yes, doctor, how is my daughter?"

"Ah!" The doctor sighed and shook his head.

"Doctor, what disease does my daughter have? Why did she suddenly faint?" Song Huaili asked.

The doctor said, "She has a long-term accumulation of weakness. The cause of this disease is usually long-term worry and anxiety. After a long time, the heart knot cannot be relieved and the depression becomes a disease."

Wang Chun, who was standing by, wiped away her tears and spoke slowly, "When she was in the Xiangfu before, Madam often cried secretly by herself. When she was sick, Lin Yuer didn't allow us to find a doctor for her, and she always endured it herself."

"After a long time, Madam's health has not been very good."

"But after leaving the Prime Minister's Mansion, Madam became much happier and her health was much better than when she was in the Prime Minister's Mansion."

"But the two times that the young lady was sick, Madam didn't sleep or eat all night, and stayed by her side all the time, crying non-stop."

"Later, the young lady recovered and Lord Gu was imprisoned. Madam also stayed awake all night, standing alone under the big tree in the yard and crying secretly."

"Madam has shed too many tears in her life."

"Master, Madam's life is so miserable, wuwuwu...!"

After hearing Wang Chun's words, Gu Jingan felt a pain in his heart as if it was being cut by a knife.

I shouldn't have left her alone in the Prime Minister's Mansion for so many years.

"Doctor, tell me what medicine you need and I'll send someone to get it right away."

The doctor shook his head and said, "Master Gu, Madam Song is already on her deathbed. Her days are numbered."

"There is at most one month left."

"Whatever she wants to do or has any unfulfilled wishes, help her realize them as soon as possible!"

"What?" Gu Jing'an was struck by lightning and staggered back a few steps.

When Wang Chun and her sister heard this, they immediately burst into tears.

“Wuwuwu…! Madam…! Madam.”

Song Huaili pulled the doctor and pleaded, "Doctor, please save my daughter. She is still so young."

"I beg you, old man."

"Old man, it's not that I don't want to save her, but I really can't do anything. All the organs in her body have failed." The doctor said while shaking his head while packing his things.

After the doctor left, the room was filled with a great sadness.

Looking at his daughter lying on the bed, Song Huaili seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.

"Oh my God! You have taken away everyone in my Song family, and now you are going to take away my only daughter too!"

"How am I going to live in the future?"

Looking at Song Shu who looked peaceful on the bed, Gu Jingan shook his head and denied:

"Impossible, there must be another way to save Shu."

"Lu Li, yes, Lu Li can definitely save Ah Shu."

"I'm going to find Lu Li now...!"

"Jing'an...!" Just as Gu Jing'an was about to leave, Song Shu's weak voice came from behind him.

Gu Jingan turned around, looking surprised: "Ashu, you're awake."

Then he rushed forward and held Song Shu's hand: "Ah Shu, I knew you would be fine."

Song Huaili wiped the corners of his eyes and called softly: "Shu'er...!"

Song Shu turned to look at her father and gave him a weak smile: "Dad...!"

Two grown men, each holding one hand, their eyes full of care and love.

Song Huaili: "Shu'er, are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"

Gu Jingan: "Yes, Ah Shu, are you still dizzy?"

Song Shu looked at the two of them and smiled: "I'm fine, don't worry!"

"I'm just a little tired and want to take a rest."

"By the way, I just had a dream. Jiu said she wanted to eat osmanthus cake."

"Jing'an, help me up. I'm going to make osmanthus cake for Ajiu."

Gu Jingan supported her, his voice choking with sobs: "Ah Shu, aren't you tired? Have a good rest. After you have rested, you can make osmanthus cake for Ah Jiu, okay?"

This fool, at this time, is still thinking about making osmanthus cake.

"Yes, Shu'er, you should have a good rest. When you feel better, you can make osmanthus cake for Ajiu." Song Huaili smiled kindly.

Song Shu: "You don't have to be so nervous. I know my own body. It's fine."