Chapter 1227 Princess's Painting (2400 monthly ticket plus more)

It is obviously something that has long been forgotten. Look at ‘毛.线,中.文,网

I don't think about it, or even think that it doesn't exist.

The most annoying, the least like, the thing that wants it to disappear.

That is the biggest flaw in the death of the princess, but also the weakness - sick.

Until she got sick, she grew up healthy and dreamed that she would become the most lovely and beautiful princess in the whole world.

There are respected dads, good-looking and dancing young ladies, and many many kind-hearted maids. As a princess, she has no unhappy places.

Every day, there are delicious sweets, bread, cute dresses and shoes that can never be worn.

Work hard to learn, to prepare for the future of the country's queen, her life is like a perfectly planned form, everything is so smooth.

Until she was "ill".

The initial symptoms are just a mild cough, almost the same as a cold, and no one will care about the minor illness.

As long as you drink warm honey water, it will be better to rest in bed for a few days. She thinks so, taking care of her maid, the doctors of the palace also think so.

The cold will soon be fine, she will regain her spirit and can jump and jump.

Unfortunately, after less than half a month, I caught a cold. She muttered her mouth, drank the warm honey water, and lay down on the bed again.

It was a spring in which temperature changes appeared to be frequent, and the aristocrats and civilians who were attacked by influenza were numerous, and the princess was naturally included as one of them.

With the care of the maids, the princess returned to health after a few days.

Everything looks nothing wrong, a small cold, whether it is magic or traditional medicine, there is a cure, not to mention a princess of a country, no matter how precious drugs can be used. See 1 wool 3 Chinese network

At that time, no one would have thought of what would happen next.

The number of colds is increasing, the episodes are getting more frequent, and the doctors’ eyes are beginning to panic.

They can't diagnose what the little princess got, even if it is to use the precious potion to the little princess, it can only relieve the symptoms of cough for a short time.

Slowly, the little princess himself perceives that he may not be catching a cold, but what other diseases he has.

The body is always hot, the throat is very thirsty, and drinking a lot of water can not inhibit this symptom.

The time of study has been reduced bit by bit.

Dancing, the time of the game, was also replaced by the time of rest in bed.

In just a few months, the healthy little boy, like a flower-like little princess, was weakened to the extent that she could not get up from the bed by her own strength.

Every day, every day is crying, I don’t understand what I am doing wrong, I will get such a strange disease.

Every day, every day, I pray, I can get better, ride on Dad’s shoulder again, and wear red dance shoes to dance in the sun.

Only, everything has become a luxury.

Just like the leaves that will inevitably fall from the branches when the autumn arrives, the vitality of the little princess is weaker every day, but the doctors, the mages are all at a loss for this unheard-of illness.

Even if they are carrying a little princess, tell her that this is just a more serious cold, may be infected with inflammation, as long as it takes time to cure.

The little princess believed, and she dreamed that she was sick and ran again without any worries.

Yes, she believed, and really believed in the words of the grown-ups.

No matter how bitter the medicine will eat, no matter how complicated the magical investigation will bite the teeth.

However, the withered leaves will eventually fall from the tree, just like the regularity of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

The little princess who was stared at by death, after all, still understands that she has no medicine to save, and she will never return.

She didn't understand the cure, the inflammation, the complications, but the instinct from life told her that she was going to die.

At the age of twelve, she has not fully embraced the brilliance of life. When she was young, she came to the end of her life.

Realizing that she was going to die, the little princess did not cry, nor did she make trouble, but worked hard to draw a picture.

It was a painting of a small tree that gradually became yellow after a heavy rain.

The branches of the small tree have many leaves, and each leaf is not very healthy. It looks like it will fall off anytime and anywhere.

On the first night, the leaves in the painting fell a little.

The little princess stared at the painting and didn't seem to understand why the paintings drawn with the crayon would change.

On the second night, the leaves in this painting fell by a large part.

The little princess felt that she was a little breathless at first, and it seemed that something important was slowly and unstoppable from her body.

On the third night, the little princess did not fall asleep. She kept looking at the crayon drawing that she had personally painted under the light.

The few leaves left, just in front of the little princess, fell a little from the tree. Every time a piece falls, the little princess’s heartbeat will become more urgent, until the last tree in the painting Three leaves.

Don't, don't watch it!

That painting is not what you painted!

If you look at it, if you look at it... The little princess burst into tears and looks at his memory. It is the memory of the deepest nightmare in her soul, which she has forgotten.

The last night is coming.

During the day, the doctors examined the little princess's body with sweat and broke out a serious argument.

"It will be finished in this way."

"We will die... killed by the king..."

"The problem is... there is no reason for the disease, is this a genetic disease?"

"Only this explanation, this is an innate curse, the princess may..."

"What to do, we can't do anything!"

Their argument, I don't know why the little princess, who is separated by a room, hears it clearly, but can't speak.

In the middle of the night, like a returning light, the little princess put on her most beautiful and lovely clothes and sat in front of her own hand-painted pastels.

Inside the painting, the last three leaves have been faltering. The leaves that were originally half-wild have all turned into the dark yellow of decay. Anyone can see the fate of these leaves.

"Cough...cough...cough..." The coughing little princess looked at her painting like that.

The first leaf fell, her eyes became empty and she lost the feelings that human beings should have.

The second leaf fell, her heartbeat began to slow down, and the blood circulation gradually stopped.

The third leaf fell, she saw a person, a person who loved him the most.

You, come pick me up?

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