My Koi Sister is Three and a Half Years Old

Witnessing Suisui's sacrifice with his own eyes, Fu Jiuxiao almost went crazy.

"Why are you so cruel to her?"

"Why treat her like this?"

Fu Jiuxiao cried blood, but no one could give him an explanation.

At this moment, he watched the spirit body disperse and return to the three realms again.

Fu Jiuxiao was trembling all over. He had never been afraid of heaven and earth, but at this moment he felt a cold fear.

He fears.

He was afraid that Suisui would make endless sacrifices over the long years.

How cruel is this?

But remembering Suisui's shocked eyes when he reached out to grab Suisui, she seemed to have some reaction.

Fu Jiuxiao forced herself to calm down.

After turning into a spirit body, he usually only remembers his mission of offering sacrifices to heaven and saving the world. Now that Suisui is reacting to him, it must be that the call of all the people has had an effect.

He forced himself to get up.

He always looked down on all living beings from a high position, but humbly knocked on the people's doors.

Seeing the remaining breath on the tribute, his eyes were full of deathly silence, and there was a hint of hope.

"It's strange. The chicken was still fragrant when it was steamed in the morning, but now it tastes saltless and tasteless. Even the aroma of the chicken is gone."

"It's weird. This meat tastes like chewing wax. How could it be like this?" Some people in the house whispered.

Sacrificial offerings that have been enjoyed by gods will lose their original taste.

Fu Jiuxiao was crying and laughing at the same time, and kept knocking on the door to confirm.

The spirit body of heaven and earth is not bound by anything, and the three realms are huge. She belongs to the three realms and is free.

The fact that she can be attracted by the tribute shows that she is attracted.

She still has feelings for the people who sincerely worship her.

Wherever she comes, there is her remnant soul.

"Suisui..."

She and her people are saving each other.

Fu Jiuxiao, with his head full of white hair, knocked on the doors of one house after another on the street.

really……

The remnants of her soul are found on the small statues worshiped by the people.

The remnant soul that he could not find anywhere in the three realms was staying obediently on the statue of the god worshiped by the people.

The old woman holding the statue of God devoutly, gently caressed the statue: "My family is poor and cannot make stone statues, so I can only carve them with a knife." This wood carving looks extremely rough, but it is full of prayers. and blessing packages.

The remaining soul lay quietly in it.

Fu Jiuxiao carefully transferred the remaining soul into the clay figurine.

He traveled to many places, praying for idols from house to house.

He didn't know how long he had been begging for. He only knew that he knocked on one door after another and kowtowed one after another.

In the universe, humans are the weakest.

Who would have thought that the last hope of the First God would come from thousands of people?

Fu Jiuxiao couldn't count how many places he had walked and how many times he had kowtowed. He could only clearly remember that he had seen Suisui who had been sacrificed six times.

But this time, he hadn't seen the sacrifice for more than a month.

Because most of the remaining souls have already arrived among the clay figurines.

Fu Jiuxiao stood in front of the Beisheng Palace gate with the clay figurine in her arms.

With the return of Suisui's remnant soul, he can probably feel the guidance here.

This is where Jiajia is.

"Why are white banners hung everywhere in Beisheng Capital? But there is a funeral?" Fu Jiuxiao entered the palace with the token and asked the palace attendants with a slight frown.

The palace man's eyes were slightly red.

"There will be a national mourning in Beisheng soon." The palace man replied in a low voice, and secretly raised his hand to wipe away his tears.

Fu Jiuxiao was a little confused.

Several elders in Beisheng died early, and only five-year-old Jiajia was found to be the young emperor. Who else can afford to say a national mourning now?

The empress is only seventeen years old now, and she is in her prime years.

The guards in Beisheng Palace were tight and filled with a strong sense of sadness, which made him a little uneasy.

Since Suisui left, he didn't care about anything. Did something go wrong in Beisheng?

When Fu Jiuxiao was standing in the Wanchao Palace, hundreds of Beisheng officials were kneeling outside the palace door.

This made his heart skip a beat.

Only when the emperor dies will the officials behave like this.

The palace attendant who was waiting closely stood in front of the palace door, with red and swollen eyes, and performed the national salute to Fu Jiuxiao.

"Your Majesty won't see anyone. She'll let the imperial doctor hang on to her life, just waiting for you." The empress is now at the end of her fight.

There was a squeak.

The palace man pushed open the heavy door.

There was a bit of lifelessness in the room. In front of the bright yellow dragon bed, there was a little boy kneeling.

The young man is wearing the clothes of the prince.

"I've met His Majesty Jiuxiao." The young man looked like he was ten years old, but he advanced and retreated in a measured manner, neither humble nor overbearing, which made people look up to him.

"This is the child chosen by Her Majesty the Empress from the clan, and she has adopted him as her younger brother." The palace man said in a low voice.

The child's parents both died fighting for the throne.

At a young age, he had seen everything about human relationships. The empress took pity on him and kept him by her side at the age of three.

The young boy knew what was good and what was good, and he worked extremely hard wherever the empress asked him to learn.

Just three days ago, the empress made him the crown prince.

At this moment, he was kneeling in front of the empress' bed with a thin figure, his eyes were so swollen that he could hardly open them, and there were tears on his face.

Fu Jiuxiao stood in front of the bed, her lips pursed and her breathing stagnant.

The palace attendant said with red eyes: "Your Majesty, the Empress, lights the lamp every day, but now it is all gone." After saying that, he knelt on the ground.

Fu Jiuxiao stood in front of the bed, swaying slightly.

"How can you let her leave with peace of mind when you're like this? She hates you the most." Fu Jiuxiao's voice was hoarse.

Seventeen years old is a woman's best years.

Jiajia had good looks, but she was trafficked for this reason.

With bright eyes, white teeth, and picturesque features, she is an empress and an extremely beautiful woman.

The black hair she once loved, every strand was taken care of extremely smoothly.

The girl's smooth and rosy skin no longer exists.

Lying on the bed, she looked like a twilight woman with a treacherous face.

There are golden needles stuck in his body, and the imperial doctor is already forcibly extending his life.

She looked so old that no one would notice that she was only seventeen years old.

"She couldn't bear to leave me, so why didn't she take me away with her?" Jiajia's voice was hoarse, no different from that of a dying old man.

"I died when I was five years old. What she saved was Jiajia, who only had her in her eyes and heart."

"Why doesn't she take me with her?"

"Why is she so cruel? Abandon me and leave me alone to face this world without her?" Tears fell into the white hair on the temples, looking particularly worried.

"I don't covet the world, nor do I covet power. I just covet every moment around her. Why don't you take me with you?"

"She wants me to be a good emperor, so I will try my best to be a diligent emperor who loves the people. But for me, it is better to be a little maid beside her."

"It's okay now... Jiajia can follow her."

Jiajia chuckled, and the boy kneeling next to him sobbed softly.

"I have taught you for seven years. Although you are young, you are enough to support Beisheng. I will leave Beisheng to you, I can rest assured." Jiajia raised her hand with difficulty and patted the young man's shoulder. The young man was shaking more and more violently and crying suppressedly. The sound resounded in the hall.

"I'm scared without you." The boy cried.

"I won't be the emperor. How about you come back?"

The corners of Jiajia's mouth curled up slightly, showing no fear of imminent death.

"But that's me, the master I want to follow every day." Jiajia murmured in a low voice.