Help!My goddess is sick

This torrential rain lasted for a whole day and night, and it didn't stop until noon the next day.

The crown prince fell into a coma after being sent back to the palace, and the emperor and empress were gone. At this time, the only one who can take charge at this time is the lucky one in the misfortune, King Ming, who is still awake.

From top to bottom, the entire royal family was dying and falling down. On the contrary, he escaped a catastrophe because he was not involved in anything.

King Ming didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Crying but not being able to cry, his father, who hates dogs, deserves to die, laugh... Although the Queen is dead, and King Yi is also dead, judging from the meaning of Princess Yongning and Prince Dingnan, it is clear that they are standing with the prince. side.

"Alas..." He let out a foul breath, and realized that he could only be a prince for the rest of his life, so he worked hard to clean up the mess, so that when the prince ascends the throne in the future, because of today's love, he will also keep himself and her. The mother and concubine died.

So he rectified the rest of the Imperial Forest Army, a series of generals of the Imperial Forest Army were imprisoned by him, and he called out Zhu Zhen, who was recovering from illness at home, and asked him to take people to bring back all the corpses from the Tiantai.

Speaking of which, Zhu Zhen was reminded by the Xie Ci wine in advance, and he deliberately said that he did not show up during the ceremony, just to get away from this incident, and no matter who succeeds in the future, it will not affect his official career.

In addition, King Ming sent people to arrest Shen Feng and his son and put them in the prison, waiting to be released.

The officials who colluded with King Yi did not let go, they found out one by one and copied one by one, and all kinds of secret orders were sent out of the palace like snowflakes.

The rainy night was chaotic, and the crying was drowned out by the sound of rain and thunder, and I don't know how many heartbreaks were lost.

The common people hid at home and did not dare to raise their voices, and the rich family kept their lights on all night, and no one dared to close their eyes, for fear that the Xiuchun knife would be on their necks in a second.

And the most leisurely and clean place in the whole of Kyoto is Anbei Prince's Mansion.

……

When Xie Cijiu and Yan Zhihui came back with Jiang Lu and his party, Uncle Lu's eyes were red. He knew that the plan had come true!
Xie Cijiu immediately went to the ancestral hall, took Yan Zhihui to his knees, lit three sticks of incense, and kowtowed to the memorial tablet above.

"Father, mother, my daughter finally avenged you today. My daughter killed the dog emperor with her own hands. You all know, you can rest in peace!"

Xie Cijiu's voice trembled, his eyes were flushed, but he tried his best not to cry.

Yan Zhi glanced back at her, feeling happy for her while feeling distressed.

After kowtowing respectfully, he inserted three sticks of incense into the incense burner, "Uncle and aunt, in order to expose the emperor's crimes today, this junior has no choice but to make such a bad move and offend aunt, please forgive me."

The golden words on the black tablet watched them silently.

Xie Cijiu felt a little hot in her heart, she turned her head to look at Yan Zhihui, Yan Zhihui held her hand, and said firmly to the memorial tablet: "Uncle and aunt, please rest assured, the younger generation will definitely treat Cijiu well in the future and love her , trust her, protect her, and never let her suffer any more grievances."

Xie Cijiu looked down at the tightly held hands of the two, and slowly squeezed his fingers into Yan Zhihui's.

The fingers are clasped together, and the hearts are connected.

These ten words came to the hearts of both of them by coincidence.

Xie Cijiu smiled: "Okay."

……

Yinshuang and Hongxue prepared hot water, and the two of them were already drenched all the way back, and they went straight to the ancestral hall before they had time to change their clothes.

Now that they came out, Uncle Lu greeted them to take a bath and change clothes. The ginger soup was already boiled in the kitchen, and it was time to drink it while it was hot after bathing.

Yan Zhihui is alone now, bathing must not be with Xie Cijiu, and the two parted ways in the corridor.

But he took a shower quickly, and he came out in less than a quarter of an hour, even his hair was dried.

His long hair was loose and he was casually wearing a light blue robe. When he came from the other end of the corridor, even Jiang Lu was stunned.

Yan Zhihui approached, saw that he was holding a bowl of ginger soup in his hand, still steaming, he smiled: "Give it to me, I will send it."

Jiang Lu nodded blankly: "Oh..."

He passed the ginger soup.

Yan Zhihui took it with a calm demeanor, thanked him, and turned around to leave.

Jiang Lu stood there for a while, then suddenly realized, "No, I still have something to tell the princess! Why should I give him ginger soup?"

He raised his foot to follow, but Yan Zhi closed the door behind him.

Jiang Lu: "..."

"Go back, Ah Jiu is tired today, let's talk about things tomorrow, anyway, the sky won't fall."

Yan Zhihui lowered his voice, a little unreal through the door.

Jiang Lu scratched his chin, feeling a little distressed.

He didn't know Yan Zhihui's identity before, and he could show his face to others, but now...

He is the son of Prince Dingnan, a poor man like the Princess, and after thinking about it, he still loves him a little bit.

"Ah bah! Am I crazy? I still pity..."

As soon as this thought surfaced, Jiang Lu shook his head frantically, spat at himself fiercely, turned his head and left quickly.

Say it tomorrow, say it tomorrow, no big deal.

……

Yan Zhihui listened to the footsteps outside the door gradually receding, a smile appeared on his lips, this little fool is so foolish.

Holding the ginger soup, he turned around steadily and glanced into the inner room, but he didn't hear the sound of water, could it be that the wine has finished washing?
He stepped lightly around the screen curtain and walked into the inner room, and saw the bathtub placed there, with the back of a round head protruding from it.

Yan Zhi raised his eyebrows slightly, "Asleep?"

He put the ginger soup on the table, walked over to the front, and saw Xie Cijiu leaning his head on the edge of the bathtub, his black hair hanging on his shoulders, and he was in a deep sleep.

With her breathing, circles of ripples were blown out from time to time on the surface of the water.

If she moved again, she would probably sink directly into the water.

Fortunately, he came in time.

Yan Zhihui put his hand into the water helplessly, "Don't look at evil, you just provoke me."

The skin under the palm is delicate and warm, like a piece of fine warm jade, it's hard to put it down.

Yan Zhihui couldn't help but feel turbulent for a moment before he lifted him out of the water.

Probably sensing something was wrong, Xie Cijiu frowned and muttered, "Yan Zhihui?"

"Well, it's me, sleep when I'm tired."

Hearing what he said, Xie Cijiu leaned into his arms, moved his body, and closed his eyes again.

Yan Zhihui exhaled slowly, used his divine power to help her dry the water on her body, and carried her to the bed.

As soon as his head touched the pillow, Xie Cijiu turned over and rolled into it. Yan Zhihui looked at the suddenly free hand, dumbfounded.

Just throw it away when you're done using it.

But seeing her sleeping so soundly, he also felt a little sleepy, now that he has recovered his human body, it is inevitable that he will be contaminated with the Master's habits.

He flipped onto the bed and took the Xie Ci wine into his arms from behind, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.