My Koi Sister is Three and a Half Years Old

Wang Youcai held the wooden box tightly in his arms.

His body was covered in blood and covered with small holes burned by the black rain.

But the wooden box in his arms was not damaged at all, except for some blood on the outer layer, and there was no trace of blood on it.

Wang Youcai gritted his teeth and rushed out of the carriage, heading towards the palace gate under the black rain.

Holes were burned one after another on the body.

"Your Majesty... the little city lord... the little village chief, wait for me." The old village chief's eyes were red, the woman had difficulty in giving birth and narrowly escaped death, their little village chief.

"Suisui... our little Suisui. Grandpa Wang is here..." Wang Youcai's voice was hoarse and his throat was hoarse.

Step by step, almost stepping on blood, he rushed forward.

The little village chief who led the people in the city through the crisis.

The staggering figure tightly protected the wooden box in his arms.

Suisui, she never gives one-way.

She and her people go in both directions.

Everything about her is seen by the people.

The young man in the carriage stamped his feet and put the small table in the carriage on his head.

Seeing the old village chief staggering, he hurriedly rushed up to help him up: "Let me do it, you can't hold it!! The little village chief is also the little village chief of our whole city!" The young man gritted his teeth and held up the old village chief. Wang Youcai dragged it under the eaves, picked up the wooden box and rushed forward.

But how long can the small table hold up? After running a few steps, the top of my head was burned by the black rain.

It was so hot that he screamed.

"Don't hurt your mother's ten thousand blessings. She has difficulty in giving birth, so this is her fault." It is said that women can receive blessings when they give birth to hundreds of blessings, not to mention this ten thousand blessings.

But the young man couldn't hold on for more than a few steps, and he screamed in pain after almost taking one step.

The desperate people hiding in the house secretly opened the doors and windows and saw a man on the dark and empty street, always guarding the wooden box in his arms.

"I heard that he entered the palace..."

"Your Majesty is having a hard time giving birth. Is this a gift of ten thousand words of blessing?"

"It's been a day and a night, and the woman is going through hell when she gives birth. I'm afraid the queen is in danger."

Everyone looked at the figure on the street, who was about to collapse, and took a deep breath.

Suddenly, a little girl emerged from the corner.

He looks about eight or nine years old.

She had a big hat on her head filled with stones, and she was wearing a thick raincoat.

"Uncle, give it to me. Your Majesty is a good person, I want to save your Majesty!" He took the wooden box with him. She was the eldest daughter in the family, and she only had younger siblings.

When there was a famine in my hometown, I relied on my mother-in-law to provide disaster relief.

The young man was stunned for a moment, watching helplessly as the child protected the box and moved forward.

More and more people are opening their doors, more and more people are opening their windows.

Watching the child struggling to walk through the rain, watching her lower lip bite into blood, she kept persevering.

There seemed to be a sigh.

"It's time to repay the favor." An old man took the wooden box with a raincoat and a hat, turned around and ran away.

Another young man took the wooden box and moved on.

More young women joined in, like a relay race, one after another, constantly delivering hope to the empress.

There were people standing under the eaves, and everyone was looking at the figure, constantly changing, and constantly moving forward.

In the dark night of despair, light a lamp for her.

Whenever someone couldn't hold on, someone else would immediately replace him.

Not a single word in the whole process.

Everyone took over automatically and silently contributed their efforts.

Finally, there was a knock on the palace door.

The wooden box filled with all Dayue's thoughts was carried into the palace gate.

PS: Sorry, I’ll stop updating for today and will resume updating tomorrow. The old man at home is seriously ill.