princess please

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Du Dao General Princess Shang

But I said——

"Princess, please get on the sedan chair."

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Xin Wu laughed and shook her head, she stepped forward, summoned the sedan chair that had been following the four of them not far away, and said:

"It's the fault of the lowly position to make the princess tired. Please get on the sedan chair, princess."

The corner of the veiled hat was raised by snorting, exposing the princess' snow-like skin.

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In the eighteenth year of the princess's youth, it was the night of her wedding.

In the princess mansion, the red candles in the dormitory were lit all night.

The people outside the house also watched the stars all night.

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She was talking intermittently and hiccupped several times in a daze.

Xin Wu approached her, then helped her up, and finally hugged her by the waist in silence.Put the person on the bed and cover it with the mandarin duck quilt that Chuan Qiong had embroidered for more than half a month.

Xin Wu couldn't help feeling warm when he saw her gradually relaxing brows and her habitually pursed mouth.Her eyes were soft, and she whispered softly when she got up:

"have a good dream."

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ps: The short story is over, please rest assured to eat.

(Demining: I feel that I like to drag the plot too much for long stories. This article is for practice, and it can be written faster.)

Yuji (Author): Don’t blame me if you cry~

Content tags: court marquis nüè deep love travel through time and space women disguised as men

Search keywords: Protagonist: Xin Wu ┃ Supporting role: Princess ┃ Others: Lily, disguised as a man, palace, time travel, son-in-law

One-sentence introduction: It's the fault of the lowly position, let the princess get on the sedan chair

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☆, one

In the operating room, a red alarm light was on.

"Beep——" A sharp long beep sounded, and the curve on the cold machine suddenly extended straight at a certain turning point.

The attending doctor put down the electrical equipment in his hand, let out a long sigh, and let the assistants and nurses handle the next thing.

Everyone present was silent, and the white cloth covered the people on the operating table. In the operating room, which was echoing with the alarm of critical illness, everyone's heart was extremely heavy.

At the moment when the equipment was closed in the final straight line, no one knew that a white shadow followed behind Chuáng who was pushed out of the operating room.

Floating in mid-air, she watched as she was packed up, groomed, and finally her body was put into the furnace and turned into ashes.

The last place the white soul walked was the hospital and a dilapidated rental house.

She said "thank you" to the doctors, and then went back to her own home, a room of less than [-] square meters.

Standing by the window and looking at the crowded and narrow room, I don't have the slightest fear of leaving this world in my heart, and even look out the window freely, that light purple creeper.

Blooms dazzling and gorgeous small flowers.

The world won't let me stay long, so I'll just go.

The white soul dissipated, leaving no dust and no trace.

Maybe the doctors are still sighing for the loss of a life, but as time goes by, one of the thousands of patients will be gradually forgotten.

Years ago, the babies who were thrown into the orphanage grew up gradually under the care of the director and nurses without crying or making noise.

Leaving the orphanage at the age of 16, with his own household registration book, he is the head of the family.

Breaking through in a bleak and mediocre society, one's heart has long been honed to be strong and weak.

At the age of 29, he finally had a small deposit of his own, but died of overwork during an overtime work.

Working hard to make money, working overtime desperately, I have no family I found, and no one I love.

The former orphanage was demolished at some point, and there is no longer a warm place.

Maybe it's not bad to welcome death like this.

At least, there was still grief over her death.

If there is an afterlife in life, I want to do something I like.

Well, how do you say it?

Even when I am busy with life, I also hope to have a little warmth.I don't understand family affection, I don't understand love, simple companionship is enough.

I'm actually very easy to please.

When I open my eyes again and see the light, that is also my dream longing.

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The dissipated she did not wash away her memory, thus entering the legendary reincarnation.

Maybe it was a joke from God, after she opened her eyes, she saw the quaint street in front of her.

Towers and pavilions, carved railings made of jade, and the ground made of bluestone have traces of years of use, and she herself is in the body of a child.

Slender arms protruded from two worn sleeves, covered with bruises and bruises.His feet were bare and without shoes, and a pair of trousers that were almost stripped into strips was ventilated in two places, exposing his legs mixed with mud.

She was sitting on the ground, her shoulders leaning against the corner of the wall were sore, her stomach was churning with acid, and she felt a little nauseous.A hungry emptiness swept through her body, and she couldn't even lift her elbows.

When she was trying to figure out where she was, a white hand stretched out in front of her.

She looked up and saw a person in a pink dress standing in front of her. Her small face was tender and full of baby fat, like a little angel.

The angel stretched out his hand towards her, and asked her cautiously, "Are you okay?"

The angel's face was full of sadness, as if he was grieving for her.