Help!My goddess is sick

Chapter 105 The prince gave me a dream

Yan Zhihui's face was a little pale, and the color of his lips was much lighter. He was lying on the bed short of breath, and a little cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

It was very uncomfortable to be overdrawn. He lay down for a while and slowly recuperated. After a while, he turned over and buried himself in the pillow that smelled like thank you wine.

In such a breath, it seems that Xie Cijiu is by my side.

……

Night fell as promised, and Nanjiang fell into a deep sleep.

The generals, big and small, either outside the city or inside the city, almost entered the same dream at the same time.

Of course, the details are different.

Besides Shen Feng, King Dingnan also has a confidant named Kang Qian. At this time, he dreamed that he entered the palace of King Dingnan wearing white linen.

Dingnan Prince's Mansion was empty, he didn't see a living person all the way, so he couldn't help but feel a little hairy.

When he walked to the front hall, he was stunned suddenly. The prince and concubine died for the crime of treason. No one is allowed to hold funerals for them. Then who did the white silk in this mansion die for?

With an amazing effort, he found himself standing in the mourning hall, with a tall coffin in front of him.

His heart was beating violently, he strode in, and took a closer look, the name on the tablet was Shi Ziyan Zhihui.

In a daze, he remembered, yes, Shizi also died, saying that he committed suicide in fear of crime.

"Sir..."

Kang Qian's eyes turned red, he lifted his robe and knelt down in front of the coffin: "It's useless to be a doomed general..."

Just as his knees touched the futon, a gust of cold wind blew from nowhere.

His hairs stood on end in the cold.

The incense candle lights in the mourning hall flickered and danced, the light flickered on and off, white sails and white silk were flying all over the sky, and the paper money in the copper basin was also flying up.

Anyone who sees such a scene will be terrified.

Kang Qian was no exception, he looked at everything in front of him in shock, his lips twitched, "Shizi...is he Shizi?"

Yan Zhihui's figure suddenly appeared behind him, his voice was soft and hollow, with a faint echo, "Kang Qian—"

"Ah!" Kang Qian was startled, turned his head suddenly, and met Yan Zhihui's condescending eyes.

"Sir!"

"Kang Qian, I died so wrongly, why didn't you save me?"

Hearing that Kang Qian's eye circles turned red again, he choked up and said, "Your Majesty, it's useless to be a general. At that time, the general only cared about himself. He didn't expect that they would attack the prince. It's useless to be a general!"

As he spoke, he slapped himself twice hard.

Yan Zhi's eyes flickered back, tsk, seeing him like this, he must not be involved in it.

"Then why don't you avenge me, avenge me..."

Kang Qian kowtowed: "I don't know who is available for the last general, so I dare not act rashly. My son forgives me."

"Then come and meet me at my grave, we are waiting for you."

"You must come."

Yan Zhihui's voice was getting further and further away, Kang Qian looked up eagerly in a daze, but where was Yan Zhihui's shadow?
"us?"

Kang Qian muttered to himself, thinking about the meaning of these two words, but soon, he felt that his foot was on the ground, and he woke up gasping for breath.

He sat up from the bed, his head was sweating, his eyes were wide open, and he didn't recover for a long time.

Recalling the content of the dream, Kang Qian was surprised to find that he could remember every detail, which made him feel that the dream was unusual. With the mentality of believing it or not, he turned over and put on his clothes, hurriedly I rushed to Yan Zhihui's graveyard.

However, when he arrived, he suddenly discovered that he was not the first to come, and there were already several people standing in front of the grave...

……

When Xie Cijiu returned to the room, he didn't see Yan Zhihui. He thought he had returned to Huali, so he didn't think much about it. He went to the next door to take a bath and came back. She pulled over.

Xie Cijiu was taken aback, but relaxed after smelling the familiar smell: "Why are you here?"

Yan Zhihui buried her head in her neck and rubbed it again and again, the Xie Cijiu was itchy and slightly painful, "Don't learn from snow balls."

"Why are you so clingy?" Xie Cijiu reached out to push his head, but Yan Zhihui hugged her and did not let go.

"I've been tired all afternoon, dear, let me hug you for a while."

His voice was hoarse and weak, Xie Cijiu was taken aback, "What's wrong?"

There was a hint of worry unconsciously in his tone.

Yan Zhihui gently kissed her on the neck: "I entrusted a dream to the group of people in southern Xinjiang, and those who had ghosts in their hearts were scared to death in the dream, and those who had no ghosts were fooled by me to the tomb. They'll know what to do."

He said it easily, but when Xie Cijiu thought about it carefully, it might not be an easy task to make so many people fall asleep at the same time, no wonder his voice was so weak.

Xie Cijiu didn't struggle anymore, let him hold him, and reached out to gently stroke his long hair, "Are you still tired?"

"tired."

Yan Zhihui raised his head, Xie Cijiu saw his face clearly through the moonlight, the white could reflect the light.

Her heart tightened: "Your face is too ugly, what's wrong?"

Yan Zhihui smiled softly, shedding all his vigor, looking gentle and harmless, "It's okay, I'll be fine after a night of rest."

It's a pity that the lips are pale, and these words are not convincing at all.

According to the usual practice, they are all in bed, Yan Zhihui must take the opportunity to play a bit of a hooligan and take advantage of it, being so good today makes Xie Cijiu unaccustomed.

She stroked Yan Zhihui's hair in silence for a while, then suddenly stretched out her hand to grab it, and used a little strength to make him look up.

Yan Zhi was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Xie Cijiu stared into his eyes for a while, then looked away uncomfortably, "Last time you lied to me that kissing you would make you feel better, is it true or not?"

Yan Zhi raised his eyebrows slightly, hesitated for a moment when he spoke, but still did not lie, "Well, I lied to you."

To his surprise, Xie Cijiu was not angry, but took a deep look at him and then pinched his chin and kissed him.

When lips and teeth were close together, Xie Cijiu said in a low voice: "Then I will lie to you once, just kiss it."

The astonishment in Yan Zhi's eyes was replaced by a smile, and he put his arms around Xie Cijiu's waist, "Okay, I believe it."

The voice was crushed between the lips and teeth, and swallowed into the stomach.

……

Lips parted, Xie Cijiu got up a little bit, saw Yan Zhihui's lips regained its rosiness, and his complexion improved a lot, then turned over and lay beside him in satisfaction.

"All right."

Yan Zhi smiled back and wrapped the man into her arms, hugging her tightly, lowered her head and kissed Xie Cijiu's ear tip: "Thank you, Doctor Ajiu, for rejuvenating your hand."

"You're welcome."

Xie Cijiu rested on his arm and was silent for a long time. When Yan Zhihui thought she was asleep, she suddenly made a sound.

In the hazy night, she said vaguely: "If you feel uncomfortable in the future, just tell me, if it can't be cured, I can still lie to you..."

Yan Zhi smiled back: "Okay."

He likes this way of "cheat".

　I also want to be deceived like this...

　　Yan Zhihui: Climb!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)