Help!My goddess is sick

Chapter 2 Can't you be more reserved when you first met?
Xie Cijiu didn't mind the muddy water outside the flowerpot, hugged it in his arms, and touched the petals carefully, the fleshy and moist touch was very pleasing.

The fire in Yan Zhihui's belly dissipated in an instant, replaced by a slight and unbearable tingling sensation.

Touch... Where are you touching?
He really wanted to curl up, but belatedly realized... he has no body anymore!
So Xie Cijiu witnessed such a strange scene with his own eyes:
After the milky white gardenia petals were touched by her, they quickly rolled up and turned back into buds.

Thank you wine: "?"

Yinshuang's eyes stared like copper bells, "This... Miss, can the flowers close when they bloom?"

She asked worriedly, "Is this a flower or some kind of fairy?"

Yan Zhi looked at her incredulously: You are the goblin, and your whole family are goblins!
It's a pity that Xie Cijiu and Yinshuang couldn't hear the crazy cry in his heart.

Xie Cijiu stared down at the flower buds with an unpredictable expression.

Yan Zhihui: What is she thinking?You don't really think I'm a fairy, do you?
But the first reaction of normal people should not think that he is a good thing.

Yinshuang persuaded in a low voice: "Miss, why don't you put the flowers outside first? This servant feels a little weird."

Xie Cijiu raised his eyebrows: "Don't you think that mother is alive now?"

Yinshuang's face was slightly red: "It can be explained suddenly, but it is opened and closed again. This is the first time I have seen it. It is very evil."

She stretched out her hand to take it over, "Put it outside first, and I will go to the temple outside the city to ask the eminent monk to come and have a look."

Xie Cijiu sideways dodges, Yinshuang flinches and looks at her puzzledly: "Miss?"

"Are you a goblin?" Xie Cijiu asked quietly.

Yan Zhihui: How should he answer, he can't even show himself now.

After that damn Mingmingzi pitted him in, he realized that all his divine power had been sealed. To put it bluntly, he was now a flower with emotions and movements.

That's it!

But if she doesn't answer, she will really throw herself away, right?
Yan Zhihui hesitated for a moment, and finally shook his emerald green leaves in shame.

Xie Cijiu: "No?"

The leaves fluttered up and down.

Xie Cijiu got a little excited, she stepped up the steps, and walked towards the backyard with the flowerpot in her arms: "Then are you my mother?"

Yan Zhihui: ...

Going round and round still can't escape the fate of Xi Dangniang~
Wait—why doesn't she think it's her dad?
Like a tacit understanding, Xie Cijiu said to himself: "My father is such a free and easy person, it is impossible to come back to see me reluctantly, and only my mother can feel relieved..."

Her tone was flat, but in the ears of others, it was a bit sad.

Yan Zhihui looked at her in silence for a moment, then suddenly stretched his body again.

Gardenia blooms, pure and fragrant.

As beautiful and elegant as her mother.

Xie Cijiu seemed to believe it, his brows and eyes softened, "Mother, it really is you."

Yan Zhi cried in his heart: You say yes, he admits to being a mother for love.

He stretched out a leaf "lovingly", and gently touched the back of Xie Cijiu's hand, as if to comfort her.

Xie Cijiu tapped the leaves with his fingertips, and a faint smile appeared on his lips: "Mother, don't worry, I'm fine."

Yan Zhihui: Hello, I'll be fine.

"Mother, Uncle Jiang told me that this matter is not that simple, and I also think that I believe that you died for love, but according to your temperament, if you want to go with your father, you must have arranged everything, and you will not leave So suddenly."

Xie Cijiu lifted the flowerpot up and let the flowers face him, "So mother, what happened on the day of the palace banquet? Did King Dingnan really want to assassinate the emperor?"

Yan Zhihui: Good question, I want to know too.

But he couldn't answer, he didn't even know how he was poisoned to death now, who tampered with his tea, he didn't have the slightest impression of it.

Thinking of this, he greeted that dead old man Ming Mingzi one hundred and eight times in his heart.

"Mother?" Xie Cijiu was puzzled and worried when he saw the flowers trembled and then became silent.

"Can't you tell?"

She licked her dry and white lips and said: "I heard that people can't be resurrected after death. After death, the soul leaves the body, and you can no longer interfere in the affairs of the world, so you can't say these things, right?"

Yan Zhihui hung down a petal and rubbed it against her fingertips.

"It seems that this is the case..." Xie Cijiu was a little disappointed.

But this emotion was fleeting, and she quickly laughed again, "It's okay, I can check it myself, no matter how difficult it is, I want to know the truth."

She carried the flowerpot into her bedroom.

Yinshuang listened behind for a long time, her troubled face wrinkled.

"Miss... do you really think this is the princess?"

Xie Cijiu's footsteps paused slightly, her back was stiff for a moment, but then she relaxed again, and put the flower pot on the small table in the soft couch.

"I believe she is."

Xie Cijiu only said this.

Yinshuang: "Why don't we find—"

"No need." Xie Cijiu interrupted her, turned around and said softly, "I'm thirsty, go and make me a pot of hot tea."

"……Yes."

Yinshuang looked at the beautiful flower hesitantly, then turned around and left.

Yan Zhihui: Hmph, don't try to sow discord.

Then as soon as he turned his head, Xie Cijiu started to take off his clothes in front of him.

Yan Zhi replied:? ? !No, wait!
Xie Cijiu didn't notice his abnormality. After all, a flower has no body and no face. Where can I see his expression?
As soon as she tore off the linen strips tied hastily around her waist, the whole mourning dress fell apart, revealing the fine brocade white robe inside.

Because she stayed outside for a long time, the drizzle penetrated through the hem of her robe, casting a large shadow.

"You still have to change into a robe."

Xie Cijiu said and went around to the inner room to find clothes.

Yan Zhihui heaved a sigh of relief, this scene just now challenged the self-control of his ten-thousand-year-old bachelor.

The lustrous petals hang down, covering the light pink inside.

……

Yinshuang went out the door with a heavy heart, she didn't pay attention when turning the corner, and almost bumped into someone.

"Hey - Yinshuang? Why are you so absent-minded?"

"Hongxue?" Yinshuang raised her head, "You came from the small kitchen?"

"Well, it's raining. I was afraid that Miss would catch the cold outside, so I went to the small kitchen to make a bowl of ginger soup." Hongxue looked Yinshuang up and down, and asked with concern: "Your complexion is not very good-looking, don't you?" Comfortable?"

"No..." Yinshuang thought for a while, grabbed Hongxue's sleeve, and pulled him aside mysteriously.

Hongxue was puzzled: "What's the matter? Miss reprimanded you?"

"No, it's flowers."

"What flower?"

Yinshuang stretched out her hand and gestured: "It's the pot of gardenia that the princess raised before she left. It has buds but hasn't bloomed for two months."

"Ah, I remembered, indeed, what happened to the flower?"

"Just now when Miss came back, the flower bloomed, and it's still moving!"

Yinshuang said worriedly: "At first I thought that the flowering was the manifestation of the princess, but after looking at it, I felt that something was wrong. I advised the young lady to find an eminent monk to have a look, but the young lady was not very willing."

Hongxue was silent for a moment, then frowned: "It's really strange, but if Miss is unwilling, it's useless for us to persuade, let's see first, if there is no harm to Miss, then I will leave it as a thought for Miss. "

Yinshuang sighed: "...I hope so."

(End of this chapter)