Chapter 327 Weaving Souls
In Yihe Palace, Abao looked at the bare skewer in front of him. The roasted chicken on it had already been eaten. Abao licked the corner of his mouth with satisfaction.
The little girl was sitting on the little wooden horse. Suddenly, she saw a golden light falling on the palace not far away, circling for a long time.
[The breath of the gods]
[That palace seems to be Aunt Chun’s palace]
[If this is golden light, it is a real god, but this golden light with blood red is the Lord of Destiny coming down to earth]
[What is the Lord of Destiny doing at this time]
"Wuwuwu."
Abao was hesitating, but saw Zhilan running out of the palace sobbing softly.
Behind her, Concubine De also had red eyes and wiped her tears.
"Take good care of the little princess. I'll go see Jing'er."
"Liang dear, what happened?"
[Why are you all crying?]
A Bao had a bad feeling in his heart.
De Fei had obviously cried for a while. "Rong Jing is sick. I'm afraid he won't make it through the night."
A Bao was stunned. "Ninth brother...how could he?"
[Didn't Emperor Rong Jing just come back from playing with me in Turkey for two days? He was still alive and kicking yesterday.]
"Last night, Rong Jing had a high fever that didn't go away until this evening. It's been a day and a night. His lips are all burned and cracked. No matter how the imperial physician treated him, he just wouldn't wake up. The imperial physician said..." De Fei wiped her tears and was already sobbing.
"Rong Jing, Rong Jing is only seven years old! He has never spoken a word since he was a child. Now he is in pain and can't speak. Even if he is dying, he can't call Concubine Chun 'mother'." Concubine De has watched Rong Jing grow up since he was a child. If the child is not speechless, he must be a good seedling.
"Rong Jing's life is miserable."
[In the original text, Rong Jing died before he was ten years old. Concubine Chun only had this one child. After Brother Jing died, Concubine Chun also went crazy. No wonder the God of Destiny came. It turns out that he wants to restore order and take Brother Jing's life.] Concubine
De was shocked.
So, Rong Jing will really die tonight?
She was so scared that her legs and feet went limp. Poor child...
A Bao threw away the wooden stick in his hand and grabbed De Fei's robe, "My dear, I want to go see Brother Nine too. Take me with you. I promise to be a good boy."
De Fei was horrified, thinking of A Bao's specialness...
Maybe this child could really save Rong Jing's life.
"Well, mother will take you with her."
When they arrived at Shuihua Palace, they heard the palace maid shouting from a distance: "Quick! Concubine Chun has fainted."
Hearing this, De Fei quickened her pace. When she took A Bao into the palace, the imperial physician had already given Concubine Chun an injection.
Concubine Chun woke up and saw Abao at first sight. She hugged Abao and burst into tears, "What should I do? My Jing'er is about to die, what should I do? I haven't even heard Jing'er call me mother, I can't accept this! Why is my Jing'er so miserable? He has always been kind-hearted and has never stepped on an ant to death. Why did God take his life so early? Wuwuwu, Abao, someone come to save my child..." It was
the first time that Abao saw the lively and cheerful Concubine Chun crying like this.
For a moment, the little girl also felt sad, "Aunt Chun, don't cry, Brother Jing will be fine."
The little girl's voice was soft, and Concubine Chun really listened to it. She kept crying, "Little Abao is used to comforting people."
"It's not comforting, it's really crying. Brother Jing is a child blessed by the gods."
Concubine Chun smiled bitterly, "Blessed by the gods..."
I'm afraid he is a child cursed by the gods.
Her child couldn't speak since he was born, and now he is going to take his life. Concubine Chun is heartbroken.
Di Rongjing is her life!
"Aunt Chun, let me say a few words to Brother Jing." Abao rushed to the bed with eager eyes.
Concubine Chun was sad, "Okay, he likes you, little Abao, the most, you say goodbye to him."
Abao sat on the bed and grabbed Di Rongjing's little hand.
"Brother Nine, it's me, Abao is here to see you~"
Concubine Chun couldn't bear to watch this scene and turned away.
Abao looked at the little golden man sitting on the top of Emperor Rongjing's head.
The little golden man looked like the God of Destiny, a smaller version.
Abao glared at him angrily, "You bastard--"
Everyone: !!!
Why is the little princess angry?
God of Destiny shuddered with fear. The little girl was small but had a strong aura. When she got angry, he was inexplicably frightened.
"Why are you sitting there? Get down!"
"This kid, Emperor Rongjing, has incomplete souls and spirits. He is destined to die young. As the God of Destiny, I will take his life away."
Destiny, destiny.
It is to control the lives of people in the world.
"You dare!" Abao was fierce.
God of Destiny: "..."
He didn't dare to do it.
However, destiny cannot be defied. Who told Di Rongjing that his soul was incomplete?
"This child has a connection with the gods, so I came here to take his life and help him transcend. Otherwise, he would be taken away by the ghosts, and he would have to wait for the trial to be over before he could be reincarnated. I don't know how many more years it would take. In the end, he should be thankful..."
A small flame appeared on A Bao's head, and only the Lord of Destiny could see it.
The Lord of Destiny swallowed subconsciously, "You...you don't come over, you...you can't fight with me..."
I can't beat you!
When the Lord of Destiny saw that A Bao was about to lose his temper, he ran away like crazy, "No, no, I won't take him in. Isn't it okay if I don't take him in?"
A Bao rushed out like a little ball, staring at Concubine Chun, Concubine De, and the palace maids in the room.
What's wrong with A Bao?
Outside, the originally sunny sky began to explode, with clouds and mist rolling and strong winds.
The God of Destiny had already run to a dark cloud and sat there in fear. "Fortunately, I didn't catch up. That little girl's momentum is really scary... When did you come up?"
Turning around, the little girl was already standing on the edge of the dark cloud with her fists clenched.
"Why did you come up?"
"I let you increase your strength."
The God of Destiny swallowed his saliva, "... That... That kid's soul is incomplete, and he will die sooner or later. How long will you protect him?"
The God of Destiny found that he was a bit mean and shouldn't say that .
The little girl looked even angrier!
A moment later, the lightning and thunder disappeared.
The little girl said casually, "His soul will be complete soon."
"Impossible..." The God of Destiny didn't dare to say anything more.
The soul of Emperor Rongjing was born incomplete, how could it be repaired later.
Even if you are a god, you cannot help humans repair their broken souls.
Unless you know the art of soul weaving.
However, even the ancient gods find it difficult to learn this art.
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