Help!My goddess is sick

Xie Cijiu wrote a letter to the emperor when he and Yan Zhi went back to the northern border, telling him which generals were available and who he entrusted the other half of the soldier talisman to.

After the emperor received the letter, he pondered for a long time, and finally agreed.

He also fully understands that these two people's aspirations are not in power and wealth, and that high officials and high salaries cannot keep them, and the last sentence in the letter also makes him quite gratified.

Xie Cijiu said: "In the future, Liang will be in trouble and will need generals. They will come back as soon as possible."

This sentence is enough, the rest is not important.

The emperor smiled, took a pen and wrote a reply letter, expressing the regret and longing of himself and the queen, and finally explained the matter of the small Buddhist hall.

Ji Yuan told him about the Small Buddha Hall, and only then did the emperor know what his unrighteous father was thinking about every day.

He burned the unmarked tablet. Keeping this kind of thing is not only annoying, but also an insult to Princess Anbei.

It's better to burn it clean.

Because of this, knowing the whole truth, he became more shameless in the face of Xie Cijiu, and more tolerant towards them.

After Xie Cijiu received the letter, he said to Yan Zhihui: "It's too cheap for the dog emperor to die. I should have stabbed him a few more times."

Yan Zhihui took the crumpled letter paper from her hand, threw it into the censer, watched it gradually burn to ashes, and said with a light smile: "The dead are gone, both grievances and grievances are gone, don't bother about this kind of thing anymore. "

Xie Cijiu thought about it, and calmed down, looking at the sunny weather outside, she thought, "Let's go out for a horse race?"

"it is good."

Whatever Xie Cijiu said, Yan Zhihui would never disagree.

The two of them left the gate of the mansion, galloped on the wilderness in the north, let go of the distracting thoughts in their hearts, and listened to the whistling wind in their ears.

"Yan Zhihui, from now on we come to race horses every day, okay?"

Yan Zhihui followed her not too far away, and when she heard this, she smiled and shouted: "Okay."

"Run forever?"

"You can run as long as you want, and when you get old and can't run a horse, I will take you for a leisurely walk on a horse."

Yan Zhihui chased after him, "How is it?"

Xie Cijiu smiled heartily: "You can't run away, even if I am old, you can't run away from me."

"So confident?"

Yan Zhi's hair fluttered in the wind, his eyes were bright and clear, and his whole body exuded a spirited and unrestrained style.

"Don't believe me? Then come and chase me!"

After Xie Cijiu's words fell, he shook the reins and said softly, "Drive!"

The snow-white horse galloped immediately, like a shooting star, gliding across the field of green grass.

"What do you say if you catch up?" Yan Zhi stood back and did not rush to move.

Xie Cijiu immediately looked back, smiling like a flower, and the red clothes bloomed like fire in the wind, "Catch up, I will give you my whole life."

Everything around him seemed to be rapidly fading away, only that smear of red and white became clearer, and he could only see that one person in the sky and the earth.

His heart was throbbing, he couldn't help himself, the satisfaction and joy surging in his chest was clamoring for him to rush forward and bring him home.

"It's a deal!" Yan Zhi snapped back, "I'm here to chase you!"

"Ha ha ha ha--"

The laughter drifted far and far away with the wind until it disappeared into the twilight.

They chased each other like this, traveled all over the great rivers and mountains, and finally returned to the northern border in their twilight years, and passed away one after another in a heavy snowfall.

Before dying, Xie Cijiu was still hugged by Yan Zhihui, looking at the snow outside the window, "Zhihui, do you think people have an afterlife?"

Her voice is no longer young, but her eyes are still as bright as when she was young.

Yan Zhihui hugged her from behind and clasped his fingers tightly with her. He still likes this position the same after decades.

"There will be."

Yan Zhihui responded in a low voice, and then placed a soft kiss on her old face.

Xie Cijiu smiled: "Then...we will still be together in the next life, okay?"

"it is good."

Yan Zhi replied without hesitation, a snowflake floated in from the window and landed on Xie Cijiu's fingertips, it was slightly cool, but turned into water in a blink of an eye.

Xie Cijiu smiled contentedly, "I...wait for you..."

The voice fell, and she closed her eyes.

Yan Zhihui noticed that the life of the person in his arms was passing by quickly, and a tear fell from the corner of his eye, "Okay."

……

Not long after Xie Cijiu died, she felt her body lighten, and when she opened her eyes again, she was surprised to find that another herself was lying in Yan Zhihui's arms.

"This is……"

Seeing Yan Zhihui shed tears, her heart was slightly sore, she reached out to wipe it off for him, but before her fingertips could touch it, a huge suction came, and her figure disappeared in place in an instant.

After enduring a strong sense of dizziness, a rather gentle and kind voice sounded in my ears, "Congratulations to the goddess for surviving the catastrophe."

As the voice fell, Xie Cijiu's brows warmed up, and then a large memory suddenly came back, and she frowned.

She shook her head, and when she opened her eyes again, she had regained her clarity. When she saw the person in front of her clearly, she hesitated and said, "Wise man?"

"It seems that the goddess has recovered her memory."

Ming Mingzi stroked his beard and said with a smile: "How is it, going down to earth and living as a mortal, how does it feel?"

Xie Cijiu was silent for a while, combining the original memory with the memory in this world, the original strong emotions suddenly faded a lot.

"Mortal life is short, so miserable."

This is the answer she gave after thinking for a long time.

Ming Mingzi looked at her expression and nodded: "Then how do you feel about love?"

"Love..." Xie Ci paused, "It makes people addicted."

"Hahaha——" Ming Mingzi laughed twice, "The last question, what do you think love is?"

Xie Cijiu looked at him puzzled: "Is this very important?"

"Important, you went down to the mortal world to go through the three kalpas in order to understand love, understand the way of heaven, and pass the love test. If you haven't enlightened after the end of the third life, then you may not be able to ascend."

Mingmingzi persuaded her earnestly.

Xie Cijiu lowered his eyes, watching the clouds gathering and dispersing under his feet, and suddenly thought, "Accompany?"

"Huh?" Ming Mingzi raised her snow-white eyebrows, "Do you think love is companionship?"

Xie Cijiu nodded, "At least that's how I feel in this life."

Ming Mingzi didn't say right or wrong, just shook the cattail fan in his hand: "The eight sufferings in the world, birth, old age, sickness, death, not getting what you want, resentment and hatred meeting, love parting, five Yins flourishing, you have experienced all of these. .”

Xie Cijiu frowned in thought.

is it?

Looking at her eyes, Ming Mingzi knew that she still didn't understand, shook his head, and tapped her eyebrows lightly with a cattail fan, "Go on and understand."

Xie Cijiu suddenly felt his body lighten, and then his memory became blurred again.

Ming Mingzi's face gradually faded away from her sight, but her voice still echoed in her ears.

"In this life, I will give you a different identity to experience."