Wanwan, who was standing next to Ah Gui, did not notice anything unusual about Ah Gui. She stretched out her little hand and pinched the festive dress on the "girl". The more she looked at it, the more she felt that Sister Gui looked really good in it.
Wanwan lowered her gaze to Agui's excessively long nails.
She reached out and held his cold hand, touched his long nails with her small hand, then raised her head and asked, "Sister Ghost, your nails are so long. How about I burn some scissors for you next time and we cut your nails?"
As soon as Wanwan finished speaking, the ghost sister looked at the ground expressionlessly and did not answer.
Wanwan followed his gaze and saw that there was nothing on the ground.
"Sister Ghost? Are you listening?"
The little milk ball stretched out its little hand and waved it in front of his eyes. Ah Gui actually smelled a faint milky fragrance, which was rare.
He finally came back to his senses, his blood-red eyes fell on the little kid in front of him, and he responded softly: "Hmm?"
Hearing Sister Gui's sudden response, Wanwan was startled. Was it her illusion?
Why does it feel like Sister Gui's "hmm" sounds so much like a male voice?
Wanwan said, "Sister Ghost, your nails are so long. How about I burn a pair of scissors for you next time and cut your nails?"
Ah Gui looked down at his long nails and nodded slightly, "Okay."
The word "good" was pronounced in a low and hoarse voice, as if the vocal cords were slightly damaged.
Now Wanwan finally understood why the ghost sister's voice sounded so much like a man's. It was probably because her vocal cords were injured when she died.
Ghost sister is so pitiful.
The more Wanwan thought about it, the more distressed she felt. She thought that she must be very good to Sister Gui in the future.
Early spring has not yet arrived, and the weather is still very cold these days, with the north wind still howling at night.
The paper clothes in the brazier had burned out, and the raging flames were replaced by ashes. Without the source of warmth, Wanwan had not stayed there for long before she sneezed because of the cold wind.
"Ah~" Wanwan sneezed unexpectedly.
Seeing this, Ah Gui hurriedly picked up the cloak that the little princess had taken off and put it on her.
The pink and white fluffy cape was tied around the little girl's neck, making her look like a cute porcelain doll.
"It's cold, go back." Ah Gui whispered to her.
Wanwan wrapped the fluffy cloak tightly around herself and nodded.
In order for Ah Gui to leave the cold palace, he sent the little girl to the back door of Furong Palace.
The cold wind was howling along the way. Because he was a ghost, his body was cold and without any warmth, so he did not hold her hand as usual.
When they reached the door, the little princess waved to him. Her little nose became a little red because of the cold wind.
"Sister Agui, I'll go in first."
Ah Gui nodded and watched the little princess tiptoe to open the back door, then carefully step in.
He looked at the little princess's back, and the moment the door was gently closed, his eyes couldn't help but become a little lonely.
But before the lonely look reached his eyes, the door that had been closed was suddenly opened from the inside. Then the little princess's cute little head popped out from the crack of the door and said to him with a smile: "Ghost sister, good night~"
The lonely expression on his face turned into a smile, and he smiled at the little kid with the corners of his lips raised.
Until the door was completely closed in front of him and the little princess's smile disappeared, he returned to loneliness again.
On a cold night with howling winds, Ah Gui floated on the palace road. When he was about to float to the cold palace, he finally rolled up his sleeves and looked at the red line on his wrist that had darkened a little.
This is the lifeline of his body. When the red line on his wrist completely darkens, his body will come to an end.
He bit his lip and clenched his fists unwillingly. The little princess had finally gotten to know him, and now he was going to die again...
He had thought this life wouldn't be like the previous ones, but in the end... it was still the same...
What would his next body be? A butcher slaughtering pigs or a lame fishmonger selling fish at the village entrance?
Or maybe it was a short-lived eunuch in the palace...
Never mind, he had gotten used to it. As long as he could still meet the little princess, his identity didn't matter to him.
*
Time flies and half a month has passed.
During the New Year a few days ago, Wanwan thought that her tyrant father must be busy with government affairs and had no time to come to Furong Palace.
But these few days have passed the busiest time during the New Year period, and Daddy still hasn't come to Furong Palace.
Wanwan pinched her little finger and counted how many days it had been since they had seen the tyrant. She didn't know until she counted, and she was shocked when she did.
[What? Daddy hasn't come to Furong Palace to see Mommy in ten days?!]
[I thought that after going through such a life-and-death test, Mom and Dad would have already opened their hearts and their relationship would gradually grow stronger, but I didn’t expect that. Wow, I didn’t expect that.]
That day, my scumbag dad hugged my mom and cried loudly, as if he would die without her. What happened? Now, not even a month has passed, and my scumbag dad has returned to his scumbag nature. Ha, man.
[I don't know which little enchantress in the harem I've fallen in love with these days. Tsk tsk, I'm fantasizing about my scumbag dad turning good, I'm just like a sow...]
“Ouch—”
Wanwan lay on the couch, cracking melon seeds and complaining about her scumbag father in her heart. But before she could finish her complaint, her little head suddenly hurt.
She covered her aching little head and looked up, only to see her scumbag father standing beside her like a ghost.
"What are you doing, dear?" The big tyrant smiled as he looked at the little kid lying on the couch basking in the sun, with a forced smile on his face.
[Hmph, scumbag dad, I don’t want to talk to you]
Thinking of this, Wanwan turned her head away angrily, unwilling to look at him again.
"Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you."
When Concubine Yi saw the man suddenly coming here, she hurriedly saluted the tyrant.
"My beloved concubine, there is no need to be so polite." The tyrant subconsciously reached out to help Concubine Yi up, but the moment his hand was about to touch hers, he suddenly withdrew his hand.
Concubine Yi was observant and naturally noticed the man's actions.
Originally, she had listened to Wanwan's thoughts and had already prepared herself mentally. After all, there were three thousand beauties in the harem, and as an emperor, how could he really favor only her?
He hasn't been to Furong Palace for a long time, and I'm afraid he already has another beauty in his heart.
Even though she had already made preparations, her heart still sank when she saw that His Majesty was unwilling to even touch her.
The tyrant looked at Concubine Yi's little face, and she seemed a little unhappy.
Thinking of the chattering voice of a certain little kid, he hurriedly began to explain: "I have been busy with government affairs recently and have neglected you, my beloved concubine. Please don't take it to heart."
"Yes? I was so busy with government affairs that I didn't have time to see you for ten days. When I went to see you, you refused to see me. I didn't even know which little devil you were holding in your arms, and you didn't want me to see you."
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