The huge tree of life towers into the sky, its spreading white canopy that holds up the sky, and at night, the light emitted by the entire tree is enough to illuminate the city.

Whenever it rains or snows, the crown of the Tree of Life automatically shakes and shrinks, like a torn barrier, letting the wind and snow in and moistening the ground beneath the tree, especially in this midsummer season.

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A dark cloud that had coalesced yesterday finally rained down in the evening, and the wind and rain passed through the cracks in the branches of the Tree of Life, wetting the entire City of Origin.

The rain continued all night and did not stop until dawn the next day.

After the baptism of this heavy rain, the whole city was also renewed, and when the sun shone on the horizon, the residents of the city came out of their homes one after another, and the city immediately resumed its usual liveliness.

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Laughter, singing and dancing.

When the bustling atmosphere and sound passed over the palace walls, into the gardens of the capital's palace, and into the windows of some ornate palace.

It ended up in the ears of a girl sitting in front of the window, looking melancholy and weak.

Although the sound from the outside world was very small, she still pricked up her ears and listened carefully for a while.

After a few moments, the effeminate elven girl asked, "It seems to be bustling outside today, is there something going on?"

Inside the palace, a tall maid with short hair, slightly dark skin, and a tall figure walked over and explained to the girl who was questioning, "Your Royal Highness, there should be preparations for the harvest festival outside. ”

"Ah, yes, I almost forgot, I've been in the palace for so long that I can't remember the days clearly. The weak elven girl in the wheelchair smiled a little embarrassedly at her maid.

Then she struggled to lift her hands, which had just regained some consciousness, and pulled the thin blanket over her knees.

In the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror on one side of the palace, her body is reflected in a more petite body compared to her peers.

Once, although this body was petite, it never stopped, full of vitality, as if it contained infinite vitality.

But since the onset of her congenital disease, she can no longer stand up, and as a personal maid, she has witnessed her gradually weakening, from a girl who can't be idle, to a patient who spends all day in a wheelchair.

Thinking of this, the tall elf maid named Miao Mu blurted out, "Your Royal Highness Princess ꓹ heard that this year's harvest festival has rehearsed a new dance ꓹ Wait a few days, before the premiere ꓹ I will take you out of the palace to see it!"

The elven princess Linglan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, smiled, and struggled to brush a strand of white hair hanging down her forehead with her hand, and said casually, "Well, that's decided." ”

It's just that those purple eyes suddenly darkened after he finished speaking.

It was only then that Miao Mu realized that he had said the wrong thing, and before he was injured, one of the favorite things that His Royal Highness Linglan did was to participate in the selection of the Harvest Festival Dance Troupe even more disguised as a dancer.

Although she was recognized by the judges at the moment of the final round, this has also become one of her feats that she talks about.

To this day, the costumes and dancing shoes are still hidden in the cabinet in the room, and the seedlings have been blocked several times when they want to put them elsewhere.

The elven girl in a wheelchair seemed to sense the change in the lady's mood, took her hand and smiled,

"Okay, it's okay, I'm not a child anymore, even if my leg is fine, my father won't allow me to go on stage, and it's okay now. ”

It's just that even though he said that, he couldn't hide the loss in his eyes after all.

"Your Royal Highness Princess, the king has ordered a reward to recruit doctors with excellent medical skills recruited from outside, maybe ......" Miao Mu couldn't help but speak.

Ling Lan shook her head and interrupted, "The capital has gathered the best doctors in the entire country, and now they have no choice, what can other places, you don't have to comfort me, maybe this is my fate." ”

"Her Royal Highness Princess............" Miao Mu didn't know what words to say for a while, she was not good at words, and she also knew in her heart that Linglan's words were correct.

His Majesty's proclamation has been sent out for several days, but after so many days, no one has answered.

It's not that the reward is insufficient, but almost no one thinks that they can beat the doctors in the royal palace of the capital, and treating the princess is a very risky thing.

Although the king promised that if the doctors who came were recruited, even if the princess was not cured, His Majesty would not be angry and punished.

It can be said that if it is not cured, it will not be angry, but if something goes wrong in the process of treatment, the consequences can be imagined.

Thinking of this, Miao Mu couldn't help but sigh lightly in his heart, and immediately, he heard the door behind him suddenly be pushed open.

A tall, middle-aged man dressed in luxurious clothes walked in.

He came to Linglan and said lightly, "If there is really no one to cure it, I will try to pray for the blessing of the 'Tree of Life' at the harvest sacrifice." ”

"Your Majesty. When Miao Mu saw someone coming, he hurriedly bowed down and saluted him.

Linglan, who was in a wheelchair, also turned her head and looked at her father, who was the head of a country, she shook her head and said, "Father, don't, where can this kind of thing bother the "Tree of Life", and ......"

In the second half of the sentence, Her Royal Highness the petite princess with melancholy eyebrows and melancholy eyes did not say it, but both Miao Mu and the king with a look of regret understood.

As the origin of an entire race, the Tree of Life has rarely shown its power for a long time.

Even with the long life of the elven clan and the connection between the royal bloodlines, it is difficult to truly communicate with the "tree of life".

As for the blessings that only exist in legends, the "Tree of Life" is not likely to respond unless the race is at a critical juncture of life and death.

Although Linglan is a princess of a country, in the eyes of outsiders, her status is very noble, but in front of the "Tree of Life", let alone her, even if the king's life is dying, it will not pay attention.

Therefore, how easy is it to cure this congenital disease by allowing the blessing of the "tree of life"?

At least, since Linglan was born, the harvest festival has been held dozens of times, but she has never seen the "Tree of Life" show abnormalities, and her father's words are just comforting after all.

The atmosphere was heavy for a while.

The silence inside the palace contrasts sharply with the bustle outside the palace walls.

"Stepping on ......"

There was a sound of footsteps, and an elven guard walked briskly into the palace.

"Your Majesty, a doctor has unveiled the list. ”

When the elven king heard this, a look of surprise appeared on his face, and he hurriedly said, "Where is the physician who unveiled the list? ”

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