My Koi Sister is Three and a Half Years Old

"When I was five years old, it was because of her that I had the motivation to live."

"How could I not run to her."

To her, she is not dead.

She could finally hug her little master.

Jiajia is now on her deathbed, and every move she makes is extremely difficult.

She raised her hand to pick up the small stone statue, with a smile on her lips, and placed it on her chest.

"Fu Jiuxiao, you say I'm stupid, why aren't you stupid?" Jiajia coughed twice, and the palace attendants hurriedly stepped forward to help her.

"You were born with her, and she was born to be the God of Creation."

"You are not weaker than her, but you would rather be beneath her and be the shadow behind her."

God gave birth to him to balance the ways of black and white and the three realms.

But he just wants to be a love brain.

Giving up the entire three realms, giving up the supreme rights, just wanting to hide behind her and secretly admire her.

Isn't he stupid?

Just as stupid.

The world is stupid.

Fu Jiuxiao remained silent.

Jiajia stared at the stone statue intently: "After I leave, you can take away her remaining soul. Thinking about it, she should be about to condense her soul, right?"

Fu Jiuxiao nodded with difficulty.

"I don't want to be buried in Beisheng, I want to return to her."

"After I leave, bury me... in Suiman City. There will be pain there... but there will also be..."

"My life...the happiest time." Jiajia's voice became lower and lower, as if she remembered the way she followed Suisui when she was a child.

"Suisui, have you come to pick me up? I...miss you so much." Jiajia had a smile on her face and her brows were full of joy.

The stone statue in his hand slipped gently, Fu Jiuxiao took out the clay figurine and put the remaining soul into it.

This residual soul is extremely solid and somewhat powerful.

The moment you enter the clay figurine.

The remaining souls gathered together, and the clay figure burst out with a burst of white light.

A transparent figure fell in front of the bed.

The empress's eyes opened slightly, and she opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

The transparent figure leaned over gently and seemed to give her a light hug.

The corners of the empress' lips were slightly raised and she smiled brightly.

Although he is already an old man, his smile is still as innocent and bright as a girl's.

The smile on his face is contented and happy.

She finally hugged her master.

"Your Majesty..." The young man kneeling in front of the bed whispered.

The palace man stepped forward tremblingly, with tears in his eyes for a long time...

The palace man stood up and said loudly: "Your Majesty..."

"Died."

Civil and military officials knelt outside the door of the dormitory, and mournful cries could be heard.

Fu Jiuxiao took a deep breath, his eyes were slightly red, he did not dare to disturb Suisui's spirit.

The soul glanced back at him, then disappeared before his eyes and returned to the clay figure.

Fu Jiuxiao hugged the clay figurine with trembling hands.

The Empress of Beisheng passed away at the age of seventeen, and the whole country mourned.

Fu Jiuxiao felt bitter in her heart when she saw the relieved and satisfied smile on Jiajia's face.

He stayed in Beisheng temporarily.

The new emperor of Beisheng was only ten years old, but he was taught by Jiajia himself. With the Dai Viet Emperor sitting in charge, the succession ceremony was not unexpected.

After Jiajia's death, she did not enter the Beisheng Emperor's Mausoleum.

Originally, the court officials did not want her to be cremated, but the new emperor was tough and the officials were unwilling to disobey the empress, so they had to give up.

On the day of the cremation, the new emperor knelt all day and night.

The next day, he handed the urn to Fu Jiuxiao with a haggard look on his face.

"She is the Empress of Beisheng, but she regards Suimancheng as her hometown. I really want to see it. What is the hometown she misses like? Even the supreme throne cannot keep her." The new emperor He gently stroked the urn and handed it to Fu Jiuxiao.

Everyone knows that becoming the empress is like a mission for her.

She misses Dai Viet and her hometown.

It was Beisheng who restrained her.

She couldn't go home while she was alive. After death, she should be allowed to go back.

He understood, the civil and military officials understood, and the people of Beisheng also understood.

The day Fu Jiuxiao left Beisheng with Jiajia's ashes in her arms, people were kneeling on both sides of the road.

Everyone is sending their faith and their patron saint.

Jiajia reigned for twelve years. During these twelve years, Beisheng became more and more prosperous, and every household had surplus food.

She couldn't help herself when she was alive, but she had to do her own thing when she died.

Fu Jiuxiao personally sent her back to Suiman City.

Dai Viet, once a poor and impoverished town, is now bustling with traffic and is like a second capital city.

Everyone knows that this is the hometown of the Empress and the First God, and countless people come to pay their respects.

Fu Jiuxiao quietly buried Jiajia's ashes under the corner of Suiman City.

This is the place where Suisui met her, and it is also the place where Suisui stood on the city wall to resist foreign enemies and became the faith of everyone.

At that time, although Jiajia was scared, she stood beside Suisui.

Looking up at her moon.

Fu Jiuxiao kowtowed three times to Jiajia.

He took out the little clay figurine from his arms. Suisui had not appeared since that day.

My soul is broken, I'm afraid it will take a long time to warm up.

But as long as there is hope, Fu Jiuxiao will be content.

As spring passes and autumn comes, I don’t know when, everywhere is filled with the fragrance of golden cinnamon again.

Fu Jiuxiao stood in front of the gate of Dayue Palace, feeling a little shy about being close to home.

He left his children behind for two years.

Can the child speak?

Can you walk?

Will you resent him as a father?

"Suisui, blame me. I'm probably not a qualified father." Fu Jiuxiao sighed.

Suisui kept making sacrifices, and he couldn't wait a moment, so he embarked on a journey to find the soul.

Now that I have come to my senses, the child is almost two years old.

Fu Jiuxiao thought in his mind.

The child lost his mother when he was born, and his father left home and never returned. The two children are so pitiful.

Just thinking about it makes me feel miserable.

In his mind, the timid appearance of the two children made him feel heartbroken.

The palace servants personally welcomed him into the imperial study.

"What are they doing in the imperial study?" Fu Jiuxiao was a little confused.

Hey, it's probably because the Imperial Study Room has the aura of his father, and they are missing him.

Fu Jiuxiao's eyes were a little red.

When the children see me, they will burst into tears, right?

I have wronged them.

Standing outside the imperial study room, he was about to open the door.

Then I heard a childish voice coming from inside the house.

"If you don't obey me, why don't you find another father? You pick a father, and I pick a father, so we have two fathers..." This voice sounded like that of my daughter Fu Zhiyan.

"I want someone who is tall, good-looking, and can cook. I heard from Aunt Ping'an that the mother-in-law gave birth to good-looking children, so we must choose a good-looking one!" the youngest daughter shouted.

Fu Jiuxiao? ? ? ?

Where is the yellow color in the cabbage field?

The pictures inside were turning with a swishing sound.

"What will we do when our father comes back?" The soft and waxy little prince seemed a little naive.

Fu Jiuxiao felt warm in her heart. Her son still felt like him.

Before he could raise his lips, he heard the young prince say: "Let's let my father be the eldest son. After all, he is his biological father, so he must be given preferential treatment. I don't want to be a little mother-in-law." The young prince spoke in a hesitant voice. , but it’s not ambiguous at all!

Fu Jiuxiao?

I have him in my heart, but not much.

How can you break up if your children cuckold you? ? ! !