Help!My goddess is sick

Chapter 3 Mother, Sleep Well

"Okay, hurry up and send the ginger soup to the lady, and I will prepare tea for the lady."

"Well, then I'll go first, so don't think too much." Hongxue comforted Yinshuang, and hurried to the bedroom.

Xie Cijiu changed his clothes and came out, Yan Zhihui immediately turned to look at her.

Speaking of which, this picture is quite weird.

A good flower suddenly turned around, somewhat frightening.

Xie Cijiu didn't notice, she lowered her head and straightened her skirt.

The filial piety period has not yet passed, and according to Daliang's rules, she has to wear plain clothes for three months.

So she changed into another dress, which was still white.

But people are good-looking, and they look good in anything.

Xie Cijiu was born with an indifferent temperament, calm brows and eyes, although his facial features were exquisite, but he was not angry and majestic, and his beauty was reduced by three points.But if you laugh, it's as bright as a galaxy, as soft as a spring breeze, and it has a different style of its own.

Pear blossoms come with snow in spring, and red plums are fragrant in the cold.

Yan Zhi looked back and remembered the time when they first met after their ascension.

At that time, he had just returned from exorcising the demon, and the smell of blood was still in his body, but she had just ascended to the sky, and she just stood outside the gate of heaven.

Just this one glance, let him miss it for so many years.

Xie Cijiu didn't know what he was thinking, so he came over and sat down on the side of the soft couch, touched his petals uncertainly, "Why does it seem to have turned pink?"

Yan Zhihui regained consciousness in an instant, and shrank back from the itchiness, don't touch it!That's my leg!

"So you're shy?" Xie Cijiu smiled, "I'm sorry, mother, if you feel uncomfortable, I won't touch you in the future."

Yan Zhihui: ...

"Boom boom boom——"

Xie Cijiu raised his eyes: "Come in."

"Miss, the ginger soup just made by this servant, would you like to drink it while it's hot?"

After Hongxue came in, she saw gardenias at a glance, her eyes were slightly fixed.

Xie Cijiu reached out to take the bowl: "Well, thank you."

"Miss has lost weight in the past few days. If you don't pay attention, you will catch a cold easily."

Hongxue got up and picked up the mourning dress on one side and hugged it in her arms, "Maidservant, take the mourning dress and burn it later?"

"Don't worry, I copied a few volumes of Buddhist scriptures, and then you will burn them together."

"it is good."

Xie Ci picked up the bowl and drank it down, slowly frowned, "It's getting late, let's pass on the meal, and ask someone to send a message to Uncle Jiang, I want to see him tomorrow."

"Yes."

Hongxue took the order and went, but she never mentioned flowers.

Xie Cijiu is very satisfying.

After taking a few mouthfuls of dinner, she ordered someone to take it down, and sat by the window in a daze.

Her parents died suddenly and strangely, and King Dingnan rebelled...

"How could there be rebellion?" She picked up a pen and sketched randomly on the paper, full of thoughts.

"King Dingnan is the emperor's blood brother. He has always been loyal. He has made great contributions to guarding the southern border for so many years, and his prestige is very high. Could it be that his ambition has been born?"

As soon as this idea came up, Xie Cijiu shook his head and denied it again: "Impossible, if you want to rebel, King Dingnan has already rebelled, why wait until the emperor is firmly seated on the throne?"

"If he didn't rebel, then this is a game..." Xie Cijiu's eyes froze, the two kings fell, and there was no master in the north and south, and the military power was naturally taken back to the emperor.

He's the biggest winner, the one most likely to orchestrate it all.

But these are just her conjectures, without evidence.

Xie Cijiu pressed the center of his eyebrows, feeling a little annoyed.

When Yan Zhi saw her like this, Ye Zi trembled, just touching her wrist.

A slight itching came from his wrist, Xie Cijiu was startled suddenly, and when he looked up, he saw the snow-white flowers drooping slightly, as if he was sad.

She reached out to touch it, remembering its reaction, and finally just touched his leaves, "I'm fine, mother, don't worry."

Yan Zhihui: It's fine if you don't feel sad, mother should be mother.

He shook the leaves, hugged her wrist vaguely, and signaled that he would accompany her.

"I'm really fine." Xie Cijiu's side face was enveloped in the candlelight, with an inexplicably gentle look.

"Does mother still remember? When I was young, an eminent monk passed by and told me my fortune, saying that I was born ignorant of emotions, and that in this life I was doomed to have weak relatives and a fruitless marriage."

Yan Zhi replied:?Although it is true, which fool would say this in front of parents?

Xie Cijiu lowered his eyes and looked at his hands: "At that time, my mother didn't believe it, but my father believed it a little bit, because I was different from ordinary people since I was a child. I didn't like to cry or laugh. My father said that I was born to be a general. He taught me strictly."

"Looking at it now, this is not true at all. Even if I know that you have passed away, I will only be sad for a while. I think I am really a rock and don't know the ways of the world, so mother don't have to worry about me."

Her thin white fingers brushed over the edge of the leaves, and said softly: "I am sober and calm, and I will do everything I should do."

When Yan Zhi saw her back, he paused, as if he had something to say, but he didn't see anything after waiting for a long time.

She picked up the flowerpot and walked to the bed, "It's getting late, it's time to go to bed."

Yan Zhihui: Well, it's a good sleep... Wait, what are you doing hugging me in bed?
Seeing the bed getting closer and closer, Yan Zhi couldn't help flashing countless erotic clips in his mind.

The melancholy just now dissipated in an instant, replaced by colorful things.

"Mother, good sleep." Xie Cijiu put the flowers on the bedside cabinet, leaned over and gently rubbed the leaves, with an attitude of nostalgia.

She just moved according to her heart, never thinking about the impact it would have on Yan Zhihui. After getting up, she took off her outer shirt, and slowly lay down on the bed, covered with a quilt, and was ready to sleep.

And Yan Zhihui...

He felt that the place where he was rubbed just now was burning hot, and his whole flower was rosy from the heat.

The petals curled up with the leaves.

Yan Zhihui: Ahhhhh!She rubbed against me and almost kissed me!Help!

He tried hard to calm himself down, don't look like a worthless boy, but it didn't work at all.

Who would have thought that Yuan Hui, the cold-faced and heartless God Venerable in the God Realm, would have the appearance of such a pure and innocent son behind his back?
He smoked silently for a while, listening to Xie Cijiu's breathing gradually stabilized, and the heat all over his body also dropped.

The dead of night is the time when it is easy to feel sad.

Yan Zhihui stretched out her flowers and looked at Xie Cijiu on the bed.

But I was thinking about what she said before.

In her previous life, she was a fairy conceived from the Chaos Stone, with pure and strong power, comparable to ordinary gods, but she couldn't ascend. At first, everyone respected her a little, but after a long time, knowing her Without knowing the truth about love, some people laughed at her behind her back.

He bumped into her several times, but she left after listening with a blank expression.

I don't know if she is suffering or not, but he is suffering.

Perhaps this is also one of the reasons why she is willing to come to cross the catastrophe?

I didn't expect that after going down to earth to experience calamity, I would be told that I couldn't open my love again?

That old man Ming Mingzi, how did he choose his body?
Yan Zhihui held back his breath, and the petals burst open.

Xie Cijiu seemed to feel something in his sleep, and turned towards him.

Yan Zhihui was startled, quickly curbed the anger around her, and stretched out the leaf to gently stroke her face.

Xie Cijiu murmured: "Mother..."

Yan Zhihui: ...Hey, my mother is here.

Forget it, he should take care of himself first.

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